I have no idea why I'm so excited about that! I don't work outside the home. I don't get the weekend off. It must be some residual Pavlovian training.
Smidge has a team party today. He's thrilled. I'm panicky. I'd offered to make the cake, but then never got any further information from the coach's wife. Yeah, I'm good like that. So, as soon as the boys are done getting their room picked up, we're off for more powdered sugar and some beer.
Oh, speaking of alcohol in a dry county in the Bible belt... Y'all remember my last awkward t-shirt moment? Well, folks, I did it again. Smidge had the last game of the regular season. We had a Very Busy day, what with all of whatever we did on Tuesday. (I don't remember, but I do remember being rather harried and working outside.) John had a game at the same time, another field. We did the ol' one-two, slow-down-and-kick-'em-off-at-the-field drop. (I like to pretend they're paratroopers and I'm the cool Army pilot.)
Got to Smidge's field, dropped everything I had in my hands (including the carseat with Jason in it - but he's just a paratrooper-in-training, so he only had to drop three inches - but still, that was probably enough), and plopped down in my seat just as one of the other moms said, "Been one of those days?"
"Yeah," I mumbled, as I looked down, only to realize that the "rodeo" t-shirt I'd put on for yard work was still my main attire. And, if you've ever been to a rodeo in the West, you know they're all sponsored by (say it with me!) COORS! Yeah, that's me - the frantic woman in the alcoholic beverage shirt at the youth activity. If you're ever down this way, I'll be easy to spot, so you can come say hi, or give me a wide berth. I'd understand, either way.
In relating the story to Zorak later that night, he pointed out that you don't usually get COORS this far east. That made me feel better, until I saw that the folks who printed the shirt must have had that in mind, because they made a point of writing, in block letters, "BEER" across the bottom of the picture. Oh, well. Anybody who'll be that offended by something like this would probably be even more offended by getting to know us better, anyway. So it's a good thing. I'll think of it as a friend-filtering device. If you take yourself *that* seriously, you don't want to know us better.
Oh, my. And then, to highlight the point. EmBaby is having animal crackers in milk for breakfast. She wanted them cracked. So while I'm cracking the little animal crackers into her precious little bowl, she's singing me a song, "You're crapping the animal crackers. Crapping the crackers. You're crapping the animal crackers, just for me!" And I'm trying very, very hard not to laugh like a 12 year-old boy. Some of the precious toddler words, I will miss - words like "kingcummer" for cucumber, "weepoh" for Webelos, "cammer" for camera, and "plantit" for planet. Those are so very precious and endearing. But I think it'll be a good thing when she gets a handle on the whole "ck" ending sound. A good thing, indeed.
Kiss those babies!
~Dy
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One time, when we lived in Illinois, a neighbor lady stopped in one Monday morning. Her daughter was a playmate of my older girls, and she wondered if I could watch her while she went to a Dr. appointment. We sat in the living room chatting for about half an hour before she left, and it wasn't until I turned from escorting her to the door that I saw our living room as she must have. Being a Monday morning, meaning, the day after a weekend of having my beer drinking husband at home, I hadn't cleaned up yet, and there were beer cans on just about every flat surface in the room. They weren't solitary beer cans, either, no ma'am. They congregated in groups of three or four. Everywhere. I was always surprised after that morning that she let her daughter hang out with us! And I've always been much more prompt about clean up...just in case. :-)
LOL at the toddler words! And as for the t shirt thing....your ball park must be a lot more high-class than ours...that's standard attire here. ;-)
Em's song just made me laugh! Love it!
I think your idea of the Coors shirt as a friend filter is a reasonable one. Anyone who would get into a tizzy over something like that wouldn't last long as a friend for us either.
I get excited about Fridays too, but I have no idea why. If anything, weekends are harder than weekdays because they lack the same rhythms and then there's all this work to do on the house and such. But still, the whole looking forward to the weekend thing persists. Weird... but I'm glad I'm not the only one who does it even though it makes no sense. :-)
LOL! THe beer lady!
My older ds had a jacket from Disney store. It was a Buzz Lightyear sweat jacket -- zipped up front with a hood. Colors were mainly gray and blue with some red. The lettering was sewn on the front like a school letter jacket. The zipper separated the letters in this fashion:
right side: Bu
Light
left side: zz
year
He wore it to nursery school one morning. It was unzipped. All the director saw was the Bu and the Light part in colors red and blue. Yeah, my kid's got on a bud light jacket. She cracked up over that one! It was funny!
I have you beat! At ye ol' beverage store I actually was almost refused service! The early 20's clerk actually asked "are you going to drink that?" I wanted to reply "yes! Every one! Just what I need b/c of all these kids!", but I said "no." He actually told me it was ILLEGAL for him to sell alcohol to me! Now, I know the state of MD has my best interests at heart, but seriously. I had to call the ABC board when I came home, and what do you know, I actually CAN legally buy alcohol even if I look like I swallowed the worlds largest watermelon. I think I'll go back tomorrow. :)
The beer t-shirt is funny. :) We grew up "dry" and went to a VERY dry school (Biola) and now we and most of our friends quite enjoy reasonable social drinking. We're not sure if the point of being dry was to raise us up to drink "reasonably" or if the theory just completely backfired on all our parents and teachers. :)
You're going to have to explain to me sometime what a "dry" county is and looks like, since I've only ever lived in the west.
I have a Budweiser Event Center in one direction and the Coors plant in the other.
HAHAHHAHA! I haven't had a chance to blog about Toddlers B's wonderful way of saying truck, yet. He can't say "tr" but instead says "f". :-/ And there are always fire trucks going down our street....
Oh, by the way, I had my baby... come see what it is...
"Friend Filtering device" I like it.
Too funny! Your friend filter has just moved you up on my imaginary friends list. Wait, you were already at the top. I guess this just seals the deal. Love it, love it, love it!
I still get excited about Fridays even though Ben has never ever worked a job where he was off on Sat. & Sun. It must be a leftover from school. Weekends suck anyway, because that is when all the "normal" people are out doing their running around and everything is crowded.
My mother still complains that I had a very good handle on the "ck" ending. Perfect, in fact. Unfortunately, I did have trouble with the "tr" beginning. I pronounced them like "f." And, so the story goes, I really liked trucks, and I would scream, "Truck!" every time I saw one.
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