Don't Cross the Streams Randomness
If it’s Tuesday this must be Random Tuesday Thoughts. It used to be brought to you by Keely at The Un-Mom but she’s taking a hiatus. Okay, it’s been a really long hiatus but Random Tuesdays still rock on with help from Stacy .
Elle
Lately I’ve been walking my dogs 2 at a time to keep the puppy from barkingbecause it’s fun. Every time I do the leashes get tangled and I think of the scene from “Ghostbusters” where they say “Don’t cross the streams.” I’m fairly certain it’s not going to cause “total protonic reversal” but you can’t be too careful these days.
Today I decided that every year on my birthday I’m going to be a year younger instead of a year older. It’s not like the birthday police are going to stop me.
Since Sissy turned 13 she has been asking if she can have a facebook account. She’s okay with friending me and having her password, but I’m holding out for as long as I can. She’s only asked a handful of times so I’m thinking it’s not that big of a deal to her…yet.
One good thing about working at the local humane society? It doesn’t matter if I have dog or cat fur on my clothes when I go into work. Pretty much everyone else does too! Believe me, it’s hard getting out the door in the morning without some kind of fur on my clothes.
Saturday is my anniversary and it’s also my husband’s birthday. He will never have the excuse he forgot our anniversary.
J-Man’s pediatrician said he needed to take a daily vitamin with iron. I think the iron is kicking in because yesterday he was running around and being very animated, which is pretty unusual for him. Of course, he managed to hurt his leg and now that he wants to run around he can’t. Figures.
Stacy
Thing 1 just turned 13 yesterday, and the minute I got out of bed he asked me to help him set up Facebook. I have his email and password, and apparently it was a very big deal to him.
Thing 1 also has decided that since he’s 13 he can see every single PG-13 movie ever made. Boy was he upset when I told him that he couldn’t. Ha ha ha, that’s why I’m the Mom, I get to say no.
Have you seen that stupid commercial for the Pillow Pet? That damn song gets stuck in my head every single time it comes on. And really, those kids in the commercial are waaaaaay too excited to be getting a pillow shaped like an animal. If I gave Thing 2 one of those he would open it and say, “it’s a damn pillow”. He would not scream, jump up and down and sing an annoying song, I can guarantee that.
Thing 2 found a snake yesterday. He named it friendly because he thought it was a very friendly snake. But then he went around saying things like, “want to hold my friendly snake?”, “want to touch my friendly snake?”, “want to see my friendly snake?” All I kept thinking was, “please don’t go to camp and say any of those things to any little girls.” I can foresee a phone call in my future if he says any of those things!
Thing 1’s Birthday party was yesterday. It consisted of 6 boys running around, yelling, wrestling, playing in the pool, 2 kids falling completely out of the pool while sitting on a tire float, twice and me counting down the minutes until they left. And guess what, I have to do it all over next Sunday when Thing 2 turns 11. God help me…..
Today I picked up another little boy for camp, and when he got in the car Thing 2 said, “Dude, why are you wearing a Twilight Shirt? People are so gonna make fun of you.” Another shining example of him being my son.
