Random Thought (Sunday)...

I admit it.

I've been neglecting you.

I've actually been digging out.

And making igloos...

That's our picnic table. If you pile enough snow on it, it makes the perfect igloo that won't collapse on the kids.  Too bad my kids are giant babies don't like to play out in the snow.  What can I say?  They take after their mother.  I figure by Wednesday we won't be able to recognize the table. Nor, will we be able to eat at it until, um, July.

Oldest: "Mom, what time is it?"
Me: "Almost 4"
Oldest: "It can't be almost 4."
Me: "Why not?"
Oldest: "Because it's not getting dark out yet."

Yes, my friends, spring is coming.  And in a few short weeks, I can begin the archaeological dig to find my garage... and the car within it.

I am also hoping to find my Christmas decorations that I haven't seen since sometime in December...

4. More. Weeks.

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I have also taken to entertaining the underpaid people at our local McDonald's.

I drive the new car through the drive through.

It's a right hand drive. 

Think about this....

(Keep thinking...)

The steering wheel is on the wrong side.  So when I drive up, I yell through the passenger side window to place my order.  Then when I pull up to window #1, I over shoot the window, so Oldest can pay the teenage employee via his window. 

*Blink*

Yes, Jethro.  I am driving on the wrong side.  Just take the money and we'll move along.

When we proceed to the next window,  the employee has already yelled to the next employee "Dude, check this out."  And again, they stare at us in disbelief.

Okay Cletus, just give us my Diet Coke and no one will get hurt.

Sadly, this never gets old.

These are the things that amuse me.

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My son had to write a paper on the advantages and disadvantages of being the first born.  He sadly said that he wasn't as funny as his brother.  Oldest has a dry sense of humor. 

Very dry.

Like 3 weeks alone in the desert dry.

He's VERY literal.

Later that week he was feeling sad and like he wasn't fitting in so well at home.  When I asked him what was going on, he just said to me...

"Because I have a dry sense of humor, and everyone else's is soaking wet."

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Things have been really rocky with youngest at school.  Mind you, I said to everyone the first week of school that this was not the right classroom for him.  I was instantly met with resentment. That this was the perfect class and teacher for him, and that they knew what they were doing. 

OK.

Now it's January, and suddenly, they're offering up three other classroom options that they feel may better fit my son.

Three.

So this week, I get to observe the classrooms to see which one I think would be a good for the remaining five months of school. Woohoo! Third grade here I come!

I wonder if they'll give me homework?

I wonder if I could do it?

I'm really not kidding... have you seen the "new" Math?

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Almost Hubs hates my toaster.  It's built in to the microwave, and he insists it doesn't work.  So, since he spent a gazillion dollars on an engagement ring, I thought I'd let him buy a toaster for the house.  Why yes, I am very accommodating, thanks for noticing.  So here it is...

My favorite part?  The retractable cord!  Those Black and Decker people have really nailed this one.  My least favorite part?  It doesn't toast well. But Almost Hubs loves it, so I'm sacrificing one square foot of my counter top for him.  He's such a lucky man.

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I put on my big girl blogging panties and entered a contest to be a Mommy blogger.  If I win, I will post once a month on various topics for a local Hospital's mommy blog. If you're on Face book, and you'd like to "like" me, leave me your email address and I'll send you the link. (It's not necessary for winning, ultimately the creators of the blog will pick the winners.)

But,  let's be honest, I don't have a chance in hell in winning. How can I accurately describe all of me and what I have to offer in 426 characters or less?  Some days though, I feel like if I don't at least try to do anything else, I just may end up delivering mail until I'm 80.

And if I do win...

Well, let's just hope I don't piss too many people off with my semi-dry, often soaking wet sense of humor.