He’s Definitely My Son

Yesterday my son came up the stairs singing a song…that prompted the following post on Facebook: (Every good parent’s job is to embarrass their teenager on Facebook…right?)

“My son just came up the stairs singing Justin Bieber’s “Baby”. I’m not sure if I should take away his Pandora or his vocal chords.”

With a “slightly” hormonal teenager this could have ended in 2 ways.

  • Him asking why I posted that and trying his best to shun me…even though we both know that won’t happen because I wouldn’t allow it.
  • Him joining in on the fun and showing off his amazing humor that he obviously gets from me.

Based upon the Facebook conversation that followed…you decide:

  • Josh - :-P
  • Me – Josh dude. Why are you Facebooking in the bathroom??? Remind me to never touch your phone.
  • Josh – :-(
  • Me – Josh so you FB again from the potty. You realize that’s not a lazy boy in there…right?
  • Josh – Don’t try to change who I am. I am a mystical creature who works in mysterious ways. Much like the unicorn that prances through the gumdrop forest.
  • Me – Josh I didn’t realize that using Facebook while pooping was so much a part of who you are. I guess it’s my fault for giving you all that fiber…and a cell phone.
  • Josh – Hate the game don’t hate me.
  • Me – Josh I just ask that you practice safe bathroom text and wash your hands afterwards.
  • Josh – I ain’t no fool mom. You know how I do.
  • Josh –  A unicorn once said to me, “If you FB and use the potty. All your dreams will come true.” You know what happened? They all did. The mystical Unicorn gods are upon me mom. I am like the Unicorn prophet. I ride into the sunset shirtless with my hair blowing in the wind. (queue cheesy music)

See… He’s definitely my son.

I think this post needs a not so random unicorn…

Unicorn coloring page

If You Leave Your Camera Unattended…

If you happen to leave your camera sitting alone… This happens.

Now to find the offending foot.  And to be honest… I am quite happy to have just found a foot, random, light switch, and messy family room photo.  Living with teenage boys I could have wound up with pictures of dead insects or random cow butts.

 

Appetizers Made Easy

I am usually not big on appetizers before large meals.  But, they are a necessary evil.  You could have a group of hungry monsters if guests arrive early, if some guests are late, or if the meal is not running on schedule.  This Thanksgiving… The latter was my issue.  Due to some thermometer issues my turkey was about 1 hour late in cooking.   I am pretty sure there is a giant meat thermometer conspiracy that aims to bring me down.  But no worries… I was one step ahead of them with this lovely appetizer tray.  Some assorted cheeses, prosciutto, grapes, and cracker made a stunning and delicious appetizer.

appetizer tray

I was immensely impressed with myself on this one.  The meat and cheese tray almost upstaged the meal because it turned out so pretty.  And it also helped keep away the hungries until that pesky turkey was done.  And it really was easy as 1-2-3 to buy all the items thanks to the Isis Mobile Wallet on my AT&T smartphone.  If only my smartphone had an app to make the tray and clean up all the dishes.  But hey… I guess that is what kids are for… right?

***Compensated campaign with AT&T. All thoughts, opinions, spelling errors, and grammatical catastrophes are my own

Here’s To 50 More…

Today is my 15th wedding anniversary.  Don’t worry, it is, I checked the marriage license to confirm.  Not that *I* would EVER forget something like the date of an anniversary.  With each passing year I wish we would have taken bets on the length of our marriage… I mean we DID get married in Vegas, I am sure some casino could have figured out the odds for us. (Plus… we could pay off our house with that haul)

Now, on the morning of 15 years of wedded bliss, I’d like to share with you how to beat the odds… Even when they are stacked against you. Look at what we’ve overcome:

  • 13.5 years of sharing a double bed.  (Don’t check your prescription, yes, a double bed.)
  • He likes puffy Cheetos-I like crunchy Cheetos. (Dudes, I know.  Nearly a deal breaker.)
  • He loves SPAM-I prefer my canned meat byproducts without a gelatinous coating. (Dear SPAM lovers… please don’t email me.  K thanks.)
  • I like trashy reality tv shows-He enjoys educational podcasts.
  • For me, reading a book is like an addiction-For him, reading a book is like herpes.
  • I would rather cut off my left pinkie toe than shop-He would cut off my left pinkie toe in order to shop.

Seriously… how did we survive? Just the bed thing alone has caused at least 2,193 divorces in the span of time it took to write this post.

  • A smaller bed means more cuddling.
  • 2 bags of Cheetos never killed anyone.  Just ask Chester Cheetah.
  • I am pretty sure SPAM has killed someone… I am still not bending on this one.
  • He can name all the current Teen Moms and I can tell Brian Dunning’s voice from a mile away.
  • He bought me a Kindle and I have listened to several audio books with him.
  • He always asks if I need anything from the store and I rarely ever roll my eyes at his impulse buys.

It’s never perfect.  It’s always messy.  And there are times when it’s been difficult.  But, I can’t imagine spending the last 15 years with anyone else.  Or the next 50… Even if there is SPAM involved.

Dude… How cute are we?  Love you!

 

The Sky’s the Limit…

I already mentioned that our family has a new hobby or passtime or money muncher… Or whatever you want to call it.  We’ve taken up building and launcing model rockets.  I used the term “we” rather loosely… Seeing as Brian does all the hard work.  I just sit back, take photos, and make peanut gallery worthy comments (I know… it’s hard to believe that I would be anything other than helpful). I leave the looking pretty part to those who are better suited.

Look beyond the rocket for the true “beauty”… Josh.

Xander went for the New Jersey Mafia stance.

Model rocket launcing isn’t all about looking pretty…

 It’s all about the fun…

And when it comes to fun with the family.  The sky really IS the limit.

4 Weeks In Review… Collage Style

Dudes… I know.  I haven’t blogged in about forever and ever and ever.  I got sick during the holidays. I tried my first ever 5 Hour Energy and didn’t die… but I did fall asleep. Then I got a new job (working at home thankfully) all stuffed in with about a million jillion gazillion hours of fun with the family.  So here is the last 4 weeks in a photo collage… We all kind of look like ants since there are so many pictures.  I wish I was as tiny as an ant.  That would be super rad.

So you’re all caught up… right?

Merry Christmas… You Have A Brain Eating Amoeba

Side Note-I totally had to look up how to spell Amoeba.  And I (for the record) want to complain about how STUPID the spelling of Amoeba is.  Oh yeah… and I am pretty sure (thanks to his crazy neti-pot habit) Brian is going to catch a brain eating amoeba for Christmas.  Nothing says merry frickin’ Christmas like a parasite turning your brain into sludge.

I have never shared this before… But my husband is a little obsessed with using his neti-pot.  He started using one about 3 years ago at the urging of a friend.  His friend suggested it after Brian detailed the chore it was to blow his nose.  (I won’t go into the gory details… but it involved snorting water. I will pause for a moment while you go vomit.)  Seriously, the man couldn’t just blow his nose like a normal person.  It required advanced planning, paper towels, and a whole lotta hassle.  Why?  Because that was the only way he could get a satisfying blow… Now enter the neti-pot…

He has replacing snorting water with a magical pot of specially balanced salt water that gently cleanses his sinuses.  He still can’t just “blow” his nose… but at least the practice is a little less disgusting (only because it is far more medical and therefore socially acceptable… Just like boob jobs are more acceptable than using tissue in your bra.  Everything medical is better… right?) We have been sailing along on the clear sinus trail for the last three years until this article came out.

I know… I know… It is caused by the fluid used to irrigate your sinuses.  Not the neti-pot itself.  But guess who doesn’t use distilled water in his daily nose care regimen?  Oh ya… THIS GUY!  Tap water all the way.

So Merry Christmas Brian.  You have a brain eating amoeba.  And here I let you get that 60 inch TV for Christmas for NOTHING!

***My husband doesn’t really have a brain eating amoeba… Well that I know of.

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