Lazy Bones

I love Sundays. Hm….no, it’s not that it’s Sunday, per se, but that it’s a quiet day. After running errands all week, the cooking, the laundry, the cleaning, the homework (some of which does escape me), it’s nice to enjoy the peace and quiet with a cup of coffee. The coffee is mandatory, as are PJs. After all, you want to be comfortable when the kids wake up, rooting around the refrigerator for breakfast. And that’s another thing: the kitchen is closed.

They will be waiting a loooooooooong time for me to call, too 😀

Kids Say the Darnest Things

Last night we were sitting at the kitchen table, discussing general school stuff and winding the day down, when Little One started a storm.

Little One: Well, she thinks she’s swag.

Son: Hearing that term makes me want to kick a puppy!!

Little One: What??

Momma: Excuse me??

Daddy: (laughing too hard to say anything intelligent here).

Kick a puppy?? Where do kids get this stuff? Certainly not from moi. Oh sure… I use several idioms and terms that would make people cringe, but never would I use “kick a puppy”!! I would sooner hang a perp by his toenails and make him feel the wrath of my machete than kick a puppy.

That’s just inhumane, y’all.

Surprise!!!

I have had to hold my tongue for three weeks now. But guess what??

HUBBY IS HOME!!!!!

That’s right!! He took leave for R&R here and will be totally mine here for the next three weeks.

No, he isn’t travelling all over the place. Maybe to his folks and mine, and that’s it. This also means I may not be posting as often, but I will try to keep the readers up-to-date with the drama that is bound to unfold. Because you know there is bound to be drama 😉

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On Angry Birds

I’m sorry. I just do not get it.

I understand it’s just a game, and that it’s fun for most people. But I view it like I do golf: hitting a tiny ball with a stick out 50 yards into a tiny hole would give me an aneurysm. And flinging a bird into a Lincoln Log structure to pop a few pigs would do the same. My Little One, however, loves that game, and plays it well. She has received the highest star ratings on most levels. And there is only one person to blame for this perfidy: my brother, the Angry Birds Master.

– I think about Angry Birds at least twice a day. Most of the time, I envision what type of Angry Bird a person would be if they were…well…an Angry Bird. So far, I have a few additions that I think would be excellent:

Flamingo: Tall, lanky, goofy
People Quality: Very analytical but not physically gifted. Doesn’t mind being slighted and shit on in life because they don’t know any better and don’t want to cause problems. Generally well mannered, but…common sense retarded.
Power: Schnoz of Reckoning

See what I mean?? He thinks about new Angry Birds characters!! Who does that? That’s rhetorical, by the way. I am sure I am in the distinct minority when it comes to this game.

If you want to have a good laugh, check out his blog, Killabee. He is a riot 😀

First Day of School

The long awaited for day has finally arrived…

Kids dragging, mom herding, and all is right with the World!! Of course, soon enough they will begin with lists of supplies for each class (velcro and a hammer??), the itinerary for each activity, and of course, I plan to be more involved with AFJROTC this year. But for now, I shall enjoy the angst.

courtesy NY Post

I feel a little bad from taking enjoyment out of this. My sadness can be measured with an electron microscope, but I assure you, it’s there. I wouldn’t be lying if I said I was really, really happy.

I did a search for “ecstatic mom” and this came up. Eh, close enough 😉

Words Fail

And apparently, so does the auto-correct function on an iPhone when typing while cranky.

About a week and a half ago, I was feeling cranky. I was still getting kids stuff ready for school, and having Little One insist that all of her supplies, folders, zippered binder and even backpack be red. And the reds can’t clash. And no designs. And she doesn’t like velcro.

She doesn’t have a backpack as yet. And with that attitude, won’t have one in the foreseeable future.

Anyway, I was home, awaiting my daily call with Hubby, when I receive a text message letting me know he’s had a bad day. In his work and duty station, I believe it. But it doesn’t help my mood any when he is sending messages about his day, and not asking about mine. I try to be considerate, but being cranky doesn’t help, and I “yell” in my message to him:

I LOVE YOU!!

His next message relays the same words, and immediately I am contrite. I tell him I missed him saying it. And this is the result:

Had to clean up. This *is* a family friendly blog.

Needless to say, he found it funny. But from now on, I double check spelling before hitting the “send” button 🙂

One More Week

That’s all that is left of Summer Vacation. The kids have been diligently getting their stuff ready for school, as well as doing their IB assignments, practicing their instruments, and in general, driving me up the wall with their last-minute demands for supplies/ books/ haircuts/ shoes/ fill-in-the-blank.

In the middle of this chaos, lays a island of calm, for I know once they go back to school, I am no longer a hostage to Disney, nor am I a taxidriver to malls unknown, nor am I the mediator for every single quibble.

I shall be back to my normal self. “Normal” is a relative term, I know, but in this case, totally applicable.

Back to normal!

So, for now I will try to imagine the bliss that is the first day of school, as I run around town getting last minute stuff accomplished.

Enjoy your coffee, my friends 😉

Sibling Rivalry

I am a very proud mom. Both of my children in High School will be enrolled in the Air Force Junior ROTC this year. And up until yesterday, everything about that was simply perfect.

And then, Eldest came home, beaming from ear to ear. Usually that is a good sign. She is in a good mood, and is therefore more productive. In turn, I don’t have to deal with drama, or crankiness, or more drama. So, like a good mom, I asked her how things went.

She was promoted to officer!!

YAY!!!!

She will be in charge of her brother’s flight!!

Crap.

I’ll be honest, my kids do get along well, but they can also get a bit testy when one reigns supreme over the other. However, it being the ROTC, I know they can be professional about it. The true test will be on Eldest, since she has to walk the tightrope between fairness, and being a tyrannical megalomaniac. I know she can do well, as she has proven herself to the Commander. And this will help her achieve her goals toward leadership positions.

But Son won’t take crap from her sitting down for long.

Move over, lemonade. It’s time for Mylanta. 🙂

Fight for Your Right to Party

Ok, it wasn’t a “fight”, nor is it a “right”, but since it was her Sweet Sixteen, Eldest got to host a party. It was small, thank goodness, but still a lot of fun for them. Why? Because the theme of the party was PAINT.

This was the cake:

Those are NOT flowers. Eldest wouldn’t be caught dead with a cake that had flowers. Unless they were black roses, and I had to nix that. Those are paint “splotches” made from delicious buttercream frosting. We are not fond of fondant here at Casa de Aggie. The “16” is a cookie made in the form of a paint brush. The table was decorated with a canvas dropcloth, and we had set up paints, brushes and a water pail outside next to the large canvas dropcloth that was designated for their artistic talents. But as usual, the best laid plans…

Title of artwork: Aftermath

I told them specifically that they could also paint on their clothing only, provided they didn’t smear paint on hair. Well, that went unheeded. Not only were they fully covered in paint, they went out to the street and paraded for the cars driving by. An activity that facilitated drying of the paint. In their hair.

Did I mention the girls ALL had long hair? And some of the boys, as well?

And did I mention this was a dual sleepover? As in Son had two friends staying, and Eldest had two friends staying?

(Disclosure- I had chaperones)

Anyway, it took a couple of hours for the paint to be peeled, PEELED from hair, over which time the kids were taking turns washing it off. But all in all, the kids had a great time, and are wanting to plan another party, this time without the paint. Frankly, after the wanton sacrilege of my bathtub, I’m leery of having paint anywhere near the house:

THE HUMANITY!!!!

And that was only half of the paint that was peeled from Eldest’s hair. Yes, I cried.

All in all, the party was a huge success, and I was very impressed with her friends, all of whom behaved with respect and good manners, and were funny and sweet.

Next time, I think I will do permanent markers, instead 😉

Early Morning Adoration

It never fails. I get up to tend to the dogs, and as soon as the coffee is done, I feel like I am sitting on a pedestal.

And they called it Puppy Love...

I was never a dog owner, or even had a preference for them. Growing up, I was only allowed to have pets that could fit in small cages. The hamsters were fun because they learned to crawl out of it at night, and find their way back to their “home” in the morning. The iguana…. well, that didn’t last long, after my mom found it. And now that I’m a dog owner, I can’t imagine being without one.

Thanks to reader Aewl for the inspiration 🙂