Friday, July 28, 2006

The Kiss

While sitting outside reading a book, as the kids played and rode their bikes, I wasn't at all prepared nor was surprised with what was going to happen next. Michael coming flying to where I'm sitting, skids to a stop and out of nowhere asks this:

Michael: "Mommy, you know how people kiss tongue to tongue? What country is that from, China?"

Me: (with a huge grin and a giggle) "No, Honey that sort of a kiss is called a French kiss."

Me: "Why?"

Michael: "I don't know, just asking."

Now he's standing there with his tongue stretched out as far as it can go, trying to look at it.

Michael: "Mommy, do kids kiss like that?"

Me: "No Baby, only adults do.....grown ups that are in a relationship, like husbands and wives and mommies and daddies."

Michael: (with wide eyes and a gaping mouth) "Oh man, you kiss Daddy like that?"

Me: (thinking, oh boy) "Um, yes, yes I do."

Michael: "Isn't it weird and feel funny/"

Me: "No, it's really very nice, I love kissing Daddy."

Michael: "Well, does Daddy like it too?"

Me: "Yes he does."

Michael: "But Mommy, we're Italian not French."

Me: (laughing out loud) "Yes, I know but the French people don't mind sharing."

Michael: "Well, how do the French kids kiss?"

Me: (think, think, think!!)

I grab Michael by the face and give him a huge kiss on each cheek and told him that is how the kids are kissed.

Michael: "Ok Mommy, that is how I want you to kiss me from now on."

Me: "Sure Baby, I'll kiss you anyway you'd like because I love kissing you too!"

Whew, I made it through another round of Sex Ed.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

It's been a while....Sunny Funnies

Apples and Wine:

Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are Afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but are easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in Reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the Tree.

Now Men.... Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the sh!t out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

A bad, BAD sign...

Restaurants, furniture stores, Billy Bob's Fireworks.....those are the things that graced the roadside billboards, and yes, for the most part still do. But while traveling a secondary road (not even the interstate) with a friend we passed this sign. I made her turn around to get this picture, I mean whaaaaaaat! Really, how bad has it gotten that this sort of thing has to be advertised on a billboard?

This is very unnerving. For those of us who are married, a service of this nature is very unlikely. However it's not even a marriage issue, it's a responsibility issue. Has it become so meaningless that it's not even worth keeping up with? Have the partners become so many that there is no keeping track? C'mon ladies, certainly we can do better for ourselves than that. And guys, if you're man enough to drive, you better be ready to pay for parking. Why does it have to get to this.......

Sidenote: Please don't take this as a "holier-than-thou" attitude, it is by no means meant that way. True, I am married and a mother of two now. Keep in mind, I wasn't always married, but I was always responsible.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Just a day at the park..... black and white

Monday, July 10, 2006

Just a LITTLE gross

OK. I'm not one that's easily skeeved. Growing up, I was into everything that was not girly. Fishing, motorcycle racing, worms, snakes, turtles, skateboarding, snowmobiling, ice hockey, climbing trees, shooting at everything with a BB gun (even my brother) and every farm animal that ever lived. I was around hunting and all that went with it, even spend countless hours on a boat in the middle of the ocean, deep sea fishing. My gosh, I was the biggest tomboy that ever lived.

Now just a wee bit older, I'm afraid I'm still very much the same way. I don't get to do as much but have a love for all the above mention, and still, not easily skeeved. I even coached a girlfriend in childbirth, before I had kids and still I had two. I mean really, having kids you just can't be squeamish. If there is a hole, you can bet at some point there will be something leaking, spewing or running out it. Guaranteed!

BUT, over the weekend the weather was beautiful and even cool at night. We have a huge burn pit out back and Honey decided to build a fire for us to just sit around and roast marshmallows. Fun. I have a terrible habit of running around barefooted and Saturday night was no different. I ripped all the way across the field to retrieve some 'mallows and almost made it, when it happened. On one of my last steps on a rock just before the back door I stepped on what had to be the biggest slug ever. It was smashed on the ball of my foot and came squishing through my toes. Blech! They are the nastiest things. Slimy. Sticky. Gooky.

What's worse, is that I had two little ones waiting with empty sticks. So, I left it there until the end of the evening, at which time I almost needed sandpaper in the shower to get it off. Not any help at all was Honey standing behind me screaming "I have shampoo in my eyes!" Ok, do you get that "I don't care, I have slug on the bottom of my foot!" :)

Yes, even for me....that was a little gross!

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