First Slumber Party

This weekend my little jewel had his "first" slumber party with a friend not a relative. It was so cute.

The very funniest part of the night came when they were in "bed" and supposedly sleeping; but for all those out there who have been to a slumber party, there was no sleeping going on!
Anyway, I heard giggling and then it got quiet.
You know the quiet I am talking about. The one where your mom ears go off and have you quickly listening at the door.

Giggle, then whisper, "dmm".
More giggles and whispering.
Then we heard what we think was "A**".
More giggles and whispering.
Then I think we heard "punk a**".
Then very loud giggles.

My DH and I were laughing quietly ourselves. It seemed just so natural they were whispering in the dark all the cuss words they knew, trying to out do each other.

My DH busts into the room and says " If you boys don't clean out your mouths, I am going to do it for you."
You should have seen their faces with the "oh crap, were are so busted" shocked look that I do recall making a time or two when I was little.
They quickly apologized and my DH closed the door to leave the boys to their "slumbering"
and we went to the other room just laughing.

It just made me think on all the crap I pulled with my parents and how we thought we were so cool. And now I wonder if my parents were also in the next room laughing their butts off at me and my friends?

Hmm, I am going to have to ask.

Overwhelmed...how to start up again?

My son's room can get messy, especially on rainy days like today. Quickly, one or two toys turns into what seems like thousands with barely a spot to walk. When his room is like this and I ask him to pick it up; the look on his face says it all. He is overwhelmed. Where to start? How to start? That task looks huge, so I tell him to pick up just one thing. Then the next. Then another. Soon, it does not seem that the mess is quite so big and he can finish up himself. Well, that is how I feel today with my blog. It has been months! I see links out of date. I see pictures that need removed. I see blogs that I love but have not visited in what seems like forever. I am overwhelmed. I have come back many times and my head spins over all that needs to be done. So, I am starting with one thing~ this post.
That is not so hard... not so overwhelming.
Just a few words on a page.
No biggie.
See. Pfft.
I am back baby!

Wordless Wednesday~ We are Tigers

My new little Tiger Cub and his first badges!

Rest In Peace .....

My brothers dog; Fletcher passed away this weekend. Poor old guy was 16 years old and for a lab...that's pretty old. My son asked if he would go to heaven with us... I said without a doubt he would be in heaven. I said he was probably young and healthy, running through the clouds, drinking from all the toilets and getting treats from every angel.
So rest in peace Fletchie! You will be missed.

bad mommy...bad,bad mommy

What kind of role model am I?
Well, if slackers need a role model...someone to look up to...well then, you have found their queen. It is sad that I just got to my blog today and my last entry was *cringe* June.

I am going to jump right into things with Aloha Friday!

My question this week is "what do you think of all the hoo-ha regarding Obama and his live speech to public schools?"


Personally, I am fine with it. I think our kids should be exposed to politics. I think we should ask them to use their minds and discuss current events, even in the smallest capacity as "what do you think?" All the people who think this is "propaganda" or "brainwashing" (cant control my eyes from rolling) is to my mind, crazy. What a perfect opportunity for you - as a parent- to discuss your views with you child. Why you agree or disagreed with what is being said or done.
But that would mean watching the video, paying attention and having an open family discussion about it. That would mean... oh yes...you actually "parenting" your child, "teaching" your child, "sharing" with your child your beliefs... and too many parents just ship their child off to school and pass the responsibility.


Again, I think this is just an opportunity for Obama bashing. But hey, that's me.
So, what do you think?

Its not camping until....

I got a text from my mom the other day that said:
" It is not a camping trip until I get stitches".

The text in of itself was not unusual. My mom falls.
I fall. (Thank you very much for that genetic doosy, by the way)
It really is not a trip unless my mom falls.

What was unusual is the manner in which she fell. Take a guess. Fill in the poll and I will get you the answer next week. To help you with your decision I will tell you a few juicy details about my mom. She is in the 60's, in great shape, plays tennis, has about zero body fat. She and my father are avid campers, bike riders and the best babysitters in the world.

So if you were me and got a text about the newest incoming scar to your mom...how would you think she got it?

I almost forgot my password

It has been one crazy summer. I did not even realize how long its been since my last post until today. I tried to log on and had to actually think about what my log on and passwords were.... bonk head on desk.

I cant even say what we have been doing; I wake up each morning with my head full of things to do, get up, scratch my butt, go pee and then its bedtime and I am doing it again in reverse order.

I read an article on how to be a more "efficient" parent (if that is not an oxymoron, I don't know what is) and the first step is to log everything you do for one week. I am going to start there.

Next week, we move on to step 2, which is setting priorities. If you fill out the log completely it will show you how individual activities consume your time. ( aka.. suck time )

Maybe I can learn how to manage my activities and not feel so bogged down all the time.
Try it if you want to with me....never know what we might learn.
What do you think?