When I pass the Golden Arches anymore, I can't possibly drive by. I have to drive in. I have to pull up to the speaker and order "Two Sweet Teas please."
"Anything else?" queries the voice of McOZ.
"No," I wince. "Just the tea please."
And hurry.
Because I'm jonesing for the tea. I'm not kidding. It's an addiction worse than biting my nails.
I've had more than one a day, and if you've ever tried one, you know how much sugar I will have ingested. A pound or so, I swear. Once or twice I've even had the shakes coming down from a sweet tea binge. I will even forgo a coffee for a sweet tea and that, friends, should tell you something.
I do have a cohort in crime. You see, Susi used to live in Tennessee and there sweet tea is king. So once she discovered the McD's sugary beverage she was hooked too. Thus the reason we have the pact. Should one of us drive thru MickeyD's without acquiring an additional beverage for the other, this act shall be punishable by... well, let's just say we haven't tested it out yet. Friendship and Sweet Tea is on the line. And those are two things I don't want to do without!
Post Script -- you wouldn't believe the number of people out there who blog about their addiction to sweet tea. It's a 320 calorie conspiracy!
Monday, October 20, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
But what are they for?
So, the boys (ages 9,9,8) are sitting in the backseat of the minivan (of course, what did you think I drove?) punching and poking and pulling at each other on the short ride to soccer practice.
One of them says: "Come on guys, Mom said no more punching each other in the nuts!"
And another says: "I know but why can't we punch each other in the nuts?"
Someone else says: "Yeah, mom, what's in there that can get hurt?"
And I say after realizing this could go in many different directions depending on how I handle it: "Stuff," I handily come up with, glancing in the rearview mirror to see how this will be taken.
"But what kinda stuff. What are they for," comes a voice from the back.
"Stuff for when you grow up and want to have kids," I throw out there and take a right turn toward the school.
"WE HAVE KIDS IN THERE!" Boo exclaims.
This is no kidding funny stuff for the blog, I think immediately.
"No, you don't have kids in there."
"But what is it then?" he queries.
Stick to the facts reporter, I tell myself.
"It's liquid guys, ok. Let's just move on now."
To which the Bean, always good for a grand statement, holds up a finger in the air and declares : "I know that's the reason why the human body is 98 percent liquid water."
Post Script: The funniest thing to me is that this similar conversation happened to my friend Jill and her three boys back in Michigan a few years ago. But those boys reasoned that two nuts meant two kids. She had to laugh wondering if they thought a friend of ours with five kids at the time, had a whole bunch of them!
One of them says: "Come on guys, Mom said no more punching each other in the nuts!"
And another says: "I know but why can't we punch each other in the nuts?"
Someone else says: "Yeah, mom, what's in there that can get hurt?"
And I say after realizing this could go in many different directions depending on how I handle it: "Stuff," I handily come up with, glancing in the rearview mirror to see how this will be taken.
"But what kinda stuff. What are they for," comes a voice from the back.
"Stuff for when you grow up and want to have kids," I throw out there and take a right turn toward the school.
"WE HAVE KIDS IN THERE!" Boo exclaims.
This is no kidding funny stuff for the blog, I think immediately.
"No, you don't have kids in there."
"But what is it then?" he queries.
Stick to the facts reporter, I tell myself.
"It's liquid guys, ok. Let's just move on now."
To which the Bean, always good for a grand statement, holds up a finger in the air and declares : "I know that's the reason why the human body is 98 percent liquid water."
Post Script: The funniest thing to me is that this similar conversation happened to my friend Jill and her three boys back in Michigan a few years ago. But those boys reasoned that two nuts meant two kids. She had to laugh wondering if they thought a friend of ours with five kids at the time, had a whole bunch of them!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Summer Musings
What I learned on my summer vacation...
It is not wise to eat a FiberOne Oat & Chocolate Bar before spending the day at the beach.
I like the silly, freakish cartoon called Chowder on the Cartoon Network. Something about it cracks me up. Try it, you'll like it. Either that or I'm mad from too much summertime tv.
Spray-on sunscreen is awesome, however, between four kids it lasts one trip to the pool. Back to the old slather-it-on-while-the-kids-squirm-and-whine-"that's-enough-mom"
til-they-look-like-a-wet-ghost stuff.
Wet beach towels create lots of laundry. (see previous blog on laundry situation.)
And the phrases "Stop annoying me," "Mom, I'm bored," and "Do I have to..." never go out of style.
It is not wise to eat a FiberOne Oat & Chocolate Bar before spending the day at the beach.
I like the silly, freakish cartoon called Chowder on the Cartoon Network. Something about it cracks me up. Try it, you'll like it. Either that or I'm mad from too much summertime tv.
Spray-on sunscreen is awesome, however, between four kids it lasts one trip to the pool. Back to the old slather-it-on-while-the-kids-squirm-and-whine-"that's-enough-mom"
til-they-look-like-a-wet-ghost stuff.
Wet beach towels create lots of laundry. (see previous blog on laundry situation.)
And the phrases "Stop annoying me," "Mom, I'm bored," and "Do I have to..." never go out of style.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Feeling a Little Shaggy Lately
Those of you with kids will understand when I say the end of the school year has me running around like a dog chasing its tail. All the end of the year parties are approaching, sports are frenetically wrapping up and I spend more time shuttling kids to and fro many appointments.
But I guess I didn't realize how discombobulated I'd become until one night, last week I took the dogs medicine.
Yes, you heard right. Took it. Took it out of the bottle, got distracted on my way to shove it into her mouth and do that stroke the neck until it goes down thing. Took and got myself a glass of water, popped it in my mouth and swallowed. At which point, my eyes must have bugged out of my head in surprise, like those cartoon people.
"Omigod," I said to The Man who is sitting at the computer working. "I just swallowed the dog's medicine."
He turned around in resignation of my stupidity. "I have no words," was all he could say.
Of course, I started laughing/crying with the true understanding that I must have really lost my mind this time. And I get online to ask the all-knowledgeable Google what I should do.
Do you know that when I typed in "I accidentally swallowed my dog's medicine" there were actually three other people who had done so? Okay, it's not a large group but I am proud to be part of such a rarity.
We determined that I should be fine, afterall it was only a small amount of thyroid medicine - perhaps I could use a dose - and if turned into the shaggy dog by the next morning we would know we were wrong.
On the medical information on bottle it says "Keep away from small children."
I'm pretty sure it should have the disclaimer : "And from run-ragged crazy moms!"
But I guess I didn't realize how discombobulated I'd become until one night, last week I took the dogs medicine.
Yes, you heard right. Took it. Took it out of the bottle, got distracted on my way to shove it into her mouth and do that stroke the neck until it goes down thing. Took and got myself a glass of water, popped it in my mouth and swallowed. At which point, my eyes must have bugged out of my head in surprise, like those cartoon people.
"Omigod," I said to The Man who is sitting at the computer working. "I just swallowed the dog's medicine."
He turned around in resignation of my stupidity. "I have no words," was all he could say.
Of course, I started laughing/crying with the true understanding that I must have really lost my mind this time. And I get online to ask the all-knowledgeable Google what I should do.
Do you know that when I typed in "I accidentally swallowed my dog's medicine" there were actually three other people who had done so? Okay, it's not a large group but I am proud to be part of such a rarity.
We determined that I should be fine, afterall it was only a small amount of thyroid medicine - perhaps I could use a dose - and if turned into the shaggy dog by the next morning we would know we were wrong.
On the medical information on bottle it says "Keep away from small children."
I'm pretty sure it should have the disclaimer : "And from run-ragged crazy moms!"
Everybody's a Critic
So the Moos (age 5) walks into my room the other day and stops to look at a small painting of the Arizona Landscape. It was the mediocre result of an afternoon course in Scottsdale I took last year.
"Hmmmm," she says, her head slightly cocked. "Did you paint that?"
"Yep," I reply.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," she explains. "It doesn't look like a professional painting."
"Hmmmm," she says, her head slightly cocked. "Did you paint that?"
"Yep," I reply.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," she explains. "It doesn't look like a professional painting."
Friday, May 16, 2008
My genes fit!
Well, those "jeans" too but just barely since I ate half a bag of those awesome Archway Molasses cookies with the frosting on top. But I digress...
I've found that the Bean and his twin love to write just like me! Of course, I'm impressed because I'm the parent. But I think you would be, too. Below is a poem the Bean , age 9, wrote after a poet visited his class for awhile. He was given a rock, I think his was quartz, and told to write about it. His teacher entered it into a national poetry contest. This kid is finding his niche!
An Icy World
When I look real hard,
a world forms and I see blizzards,
with their never-ending cries
When I look real hard,
A world forms and I see houses of crystal,
with their cold-eyed people
When I look real hard,
a world forms and I see people,
working happily at crystal farms
When I look real hard,
a world forms and I see a sun
spreading crystal heat on the people
When I look real hard,
a world forms and I see crystal waterfalls
with crystal fish who live there
And I am there,
crystal fishing,
having a happy time.
I've found that the Bean and his twin love to write just like me! Of course, I'm impressed because I'm the parent. But I think you would be, too. Below is a poem the Bean , age 9, wrote after a poet visited his class for awhile. He was given a rock, I think his was quartz, and told to write about it. His teacher entered it into a national poetry contest. This kid is finding his niche!
An Icy World
When I look real hard,
a world forms and I see blizzards,
with their never-ending cries
When I look real hard,
A world forms and I see houses of crystal,
with their cold-eyed people
When I look real hard,
a world forms and I see people,
working happily at crystal farms
When I look real hard,
a world forms and I see a sun
spreading crystal heat on the people
When I look real hard,
a world forms and I see crystal waterfalls
with crystal fish who live there
And I am there,
crystal fishing,
having a happy time.
Not airing my dirty laundry
Alrighty, haven't been back to the laundromat since.... I know many of you are not surprised in the least.
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