Thursday, August 20, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

Thank goodness I don't have to say anything.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Back to the Real World

Who knew 7:30 AM could be so bright for a little guy. When I look at this, I think "why didn't I give them a haircut before they started school?" Now I am wishing I had taken more pictures of the Little Guy since it was his first day of school (Kindergarten). I have a few but wish his eyes were open.

Things are going swimmingly well (as my 11th grade History teacher used to say). We are very blessed to have two great teachers this year for the boys.

Baby Girl has started Parents Morning Out. On her second time there she got a violation notice for "scratching and pinching". I really thought she was going to be the sweet one.

Oh well.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

We All Scream

for Ice Cream

You know where that that cone is going to end up, don't you? I can only imagine what he is saying to her.

How do you like the green Crocs? Totally got my money's worth out of those shoes. He will wear them until they are completely dead. There will be no passing them down with the toes busting through and strap missing off one back. The pink Crocs are way too big for her but make it easy for her to put them on herself. I need a break after the 8th shoe change of the day and need her to do it herself. She also wears the green Crocs around the house. She isn't too picky about her shoes as long as she has a variety to choose from.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Fat A and my Facebook Issue

So here is an interesting little story for you. My High School reunion just recently passed and I skipped it for many reasons. I was happy enough to see pictures on Facebook. It was good to see some people and many of them I just didn't remember at all. My class was over 600 so I may not have known many of them then and certainly don't now. Most of the boys look like my Dad. Sad.

One of the guys I see commenting on pictures on FB is this guy that used to pick on me a lot in 8th grade. I was new and he would do really dumb stuff like turn my desk around before I got into class. I think that was probably the worst thing he did. If I had been a hot (or even cute) 13 year old I might look back and think he was trying to flirt with me. He was not. He wasn't really cute at all but fancied himself a real cool guy. I should add that he was a bean pole and maybe his height gave him some advantage to his so called coolness? I don't have any specific memory of him in high school so I guess we never crossed paths. Anyway, I was pretty pleased to see him in this picture below:

Austin Powers keeps coming to mind.I don't know if that is a hat, wig or real hair (for both pictures of both men).

So here is the rest of the story. This guy sees me commenting on mutual friends' pictures and even makes the comment back to me "yeah, we missed you, Lisa." Huh? Do you even remember me, Fat Bastard? It gets better. He sends a friend request to me. What? He surely doesn't remember me if he thinks we are friends? I waited for about a week and thought about it. I didn't really want to be his friend even though comments indicate he may be a changed man. I decide I am curious and don't want to be the person that holds a grudge over something that happened so long ago and accept. His profile wasn't interesting at all. No personal pictures or information so really - what is the point.

It gets even BETTER!

Today I realized (I don't even know how) that he has Un-friended me! What the...

So I ask you, what is that all about? Did he take a look at my stuff and un-friend me? Did he remember me and get the heck out of Dodge? I hope so.


It just makes me so happy.

Stop the car! I just wish I was there right now. :-(

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

My unique NY purse

My unique fake Coach purse and wouldn't you know - I know the only other person that has one. I went to her house and she also has the same dining room and bedroom furniture. Thank goodness only you know that, though.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

The Start of a Bad Habit

You have to watch them every minute. EVERY MINUTE. The tattoos also go up both arms.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Ode to the Popsicle

I need to post something because I just haven't in awhile. This is an old picture of my Little Guy doing what he does best - climbing trees and eating Popsicles. My kids LOVE a Popsicle! I thought it was funny when the head of the camp where the Big Guy went talked about kids faking injuries to get a Popsicle. I really don't see the point. It isn't chocolate. Right?

When The Big Guy was under 3 he fell off a tall piece of playground equipment onto his back. He couldn't breathe and I thought he would die. I was screaming at him to talk to me and he finally croaked out "I...need...a...popsicle." At that point I knew he would live and was so relieved. My one year old Little Guy at the time was running far away from me while I was dealing with this as a few random mothers sat and did nothing to help me out. BUT that is another story.