Yes, you read it correctly, "Diamonds in my crotch". I was travelling on the 215 fwy, (that's in hot, hot Las Vegas) one afternoon, with my daughter, Maddie in the car. I think we were headed to gymnastics. We are always headed there (four times a week) but who's counting. Ok, I am counting...
So, I was driving down the road with the A/C full blast because it was so damn hot that day, you could fry an egg (and bacon) on the hood of the car. I haven't tried it, but if we're ever late for school, that would be a quick way to get breakfast to the kids. "Hey kids! Grab your 'Hood Breakfast and get to class."
Anyhow, I was driving with the A/C, kid in car and all I could hear was..."blah, blah, blah...I want diamonds for my crotch." Now, we live in Vegas and I know there are alot of skanky billboards on the road. I can't blindfold the kids' eyes during car rides. So, I am thinking, did she see a scantily clad gal adorned in diamonds? Is that what is meant by: "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas"?
Then, she says: "Mom we can get matching ones and be twins."
Okay, I had to stop this train wreck of a conversation and fast. So, I say, "Maddie, what did you just say... we should get matching diamonds for our... crotch?" She laughs, probably because she thinks her mom is an idiot at this point. (And, she might be right this time.)
"No mom, I said we should get matching diamonds for our Crocs!"
True story... I just remembered it because she is having "the talk" at school today, with the ever educational, school nurse. I dedicate this blog to all the embarrassed, 5th graders today. If you have a memory of "the talk" or if your wear diamonds on your...never mind, I don't wanna know about it...if you have a comment, please share it!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Its a Shamu and Rick Springfield fest...
I survived the 5th grade field trip. Sadly my back, shoulders and neck did not. Quick tip: do not believe a nine dollar, thin, foam pad from Walmart will save your bones from stiffness, when you sleep on... concrete. You will be sorely "mistaken".
I did enjoy the 8 hour bus ride. Did you know kids don't sing "99 bottles of beer on the wall" anymore? I was expecting to hear it all the way to Southern California. Instead, kids were allowed to bring their ipods, Nintendo DS, cell phone, (Maddie does not own a phone...yes, accordingly to her she is the ONLY girl without one), etc and the kids were so quiet. They texted each other, and "versus" on video games.
I decided to forgo the water rides and Shamu show "soak zone" that make you so drenched, you'd have your underwear stuck to you for the rest of the day. Thankfully, their math teacher, Mr. G was kind enough to do that soggy job. I sat high (and dry) in the bleachers. Holding the ipods, and cell phones.
On to the rest of my weekend...
Saw a great concert Saturday night. Rick Springfield, Eddie Money and Lou Gramm. (John Waite was there too, but we were busy drinking Mango Mojitos and munching on appetizers with friends). Now, I sorta thought this was a tribute to the 80's but quickly reconsidered this when I heard the songs and remembered I was perhaps a bit younger when these guys were famous. Remember, 8 track?
Lou Gramm surprised me though. I thought each of his songs were: Foreigner or Boston, but who knew? He was the lead singer for Foreigner!!
The music was a little loud, wow spoken like a true old person there, whoops!
Rick Springfield is having a comeback, so if you enjoyed Jesse's Girl, you will love his new stuff, like Victoria's Secret and all the other songs where he just changes the girl's name and sings the same lyrics. Rick is now 59 and looking good for his age, I might add!
So, don't be embarrassed, tell me who you saw at your first concert. Or, first few concerts. It couldn't be any worse than my list: ZZTop, Rush, Huey Lewis,... Captain and Tennille was my first, remember "Muskrat Love"...?
Okay, comment now!
I did enjoy the 8 hour bus ride. Did you know kids don't sing "99 bottles of beer on the wall" anymore? I was expecting to hear it all the way to Southern California. Instead, kids were allowed to bring their ipods, Nintendo DS, cell phone, (Maddie does not own a phone...yes, accordingly to her she is the ONLY girl without one), etc and the kids were so quiet. They texted each other, and "versus" on video games.
I decided to forgo the water rides and Shamu show "soak zone" that make you so drenched, you'd have your underwear stuck to you for the rest of the day. Thankfully, their math teacher, Mr. G was kind enough to do that soggy job. I sat high (and dry) in the bleachers. Holding the ipods, and cell phones.
On to the rest of my weekend...
Saw a great concert Saturday night. Rick Springfield, Eddie Money and Lou Gramm. (John Waite was there too, but we were busy drinking Mango Mojitos and munching on appetizers with friends). Now, I sorta thought this was a tribute to the 80's but quickly reconsidered this when I heard the songs and remembered I was perhaps a bit younger when these guys were famous. Remember, 8 track?
Lou Gramm surprised me though. I thought each of his songs were: Foreigner or Boston, but who knew? He was the lead singer for Foreigner!!
The music was a little loud, wow spoken like a true old person there, whoops!
Rick Springfield is having a comeback, so if you enjoyed Jesse's Girl, you will love his new stuff, like Victoria's Secret and all the other songs where he just changes the girl's name and sings the same lyrics. Rick is now 59 and looking good for his age, I might add!
So, don't be embarrassed, tell me who you saw at your first concert. Or, first few concerts. It couldn't be any worse than my list: ZZTop, Rush, Huey Lewis,... Captain and Tennille was my first, remember "Muskrat Love"...?
Okay, comment now!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Random acts of thinking...
I will have a "great blog" on my upcoming 5th grade field trip, compliments of my daughter, Maddie. We are heading to Sea World in San Diego, which ought to be a mere 7+ hour bus ride with nearly 120 kids. I am truly looking forward to this...as I was told, "Mom, we got THE best aquarium, we will be sleeping with the manatees". Mind you, I don't really care what fish/mammal we sleep with, I do HOWEVER mind sleeping on the concrete.
So does my 41 year old back.
I did purchase a lovely, blue foam pad to aid in my sleep, along with a pair of my husband's orange ear plugs and a Kit Kat bar. The Kit Kat bar will not help me sleep, but it will be a treat to eat inside my sleeping bag, ahhh come on, you'd do it too! And yes, I did receive the teacher's note saying I can't bring food in the aquarium, (that's why I am hiding it in my sleeping bag!)
I have a couple topics to write next week. I'd like your opinion on those you'd like to see:
1. Sea World (and my Kit Kat confiscation)
2. My mother's desire to buy used hot rollers on eBay
3. Personal shopper for my husband, (a.k.a. the day I confused Van's shoes with a lesser name brand, much to his dismay).
4. Top ten items you find in your son's bunk bed...
5. Top ten items you find in your daughter's journal, kidding... I don't read it, really!
Let me know which ones would tickle your funny bone, by commenting below.
PS- For those of you who haven't read "The Tooth fairy", please go to http://www.mops.com/. Enjoy!!
So does my 41 year old back.
I did purchase a lovely, blue foam pad to aid in my sleep, along with a pair of my husband's orange ear plugs and a Kit Kat bar. The Kit Kat bar will not help me sleep, but it will be a treat to eat inside my sleeping bag, ahhh come on, you'd do it too! And yes, I did receive the teacher's note saying I can't bring food in the aquarium, (that's why I am hiding it in my sleeping bag!)
I have a couple topics to write next week. I'd like your opinion on those you'd like to see:
1. Sea World (and my Kit Kat confiscation)
2. My mother's desire to buy used hot rollers on eBay
3. Personal shopper for my husband, (a.k.a. the day I confused Van's shoes with a lesser name brand, much to his dismay).
4. Top ten items you find in your son's bunk bed...
5. Top ten items you find in your daughter's journal, kidding... I don't read it, really!
Let me know which ones would tickle your funny bone, by commenting below.
PS- For those of you who haven't read "The Tooth fairy", please go to http://www.mops.com/. Enjoy!!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Growing Accustom to the financial times...
The news says we are in a recession. As the wife of a financial advisor, I know this to be true. We took our personal inventory of finances seriously in October 2008. It was the worst market in several years. But, despite the doom and gloom, I am learning that "not having", "not buying" and "not wanting"...is not so bad. My kids learned a new word: no.
"No" is okay to new jeans, a Webkins toy, another game for the Nintendo, or even a school fundraiser. I would rather just give the class school supplies rather than buy ugly, wrapping paper or candles, wouldn't you? "No" works well for me, too. I tell myself "No" to another pair of shoes, new sateen sheets (even if they are on sale), or even a "Venti white chocolate iced latte" . I can say "No" and I am stronger and wiser each time I say it. My kids have adapted to the economy, and they appreciate the things they have much more than they ever have. Maybe this recession is the wake up call we all need to look at what we really have, not what we want. What do you think?
"No" is okay to new jeans, a Webkins toy, another game for the Nintendo, or even a school fundraiser. I would rather just give the class school supplies rather than buy ugly, wrapping paper or candles, wouldn't you? "No" works well for me, too. I tell myself "No" to another pair of shoes, new sateen sheets (even if they are on sale), or even a "Venti white chocolate iced latte" . I can say "No" and I am stronger and wiser each time I say it. My kids have adapted to the economy, and they appreciate the things they have much more than they ever have. Maybe this recession is the wake up call we all need to look at what we really have, not what we want. What do you think?
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I know he's trying to help me write the material but...
Brrrrr…I am sitting in my husband’s home office, as I type this. We recently decided I could stay home and entertain my writing career and would start using his office as “my own”. Never mind, the motocross trophies, dirt bike photos and endless cords for which I am about to trip on and break my neck. I am at peace. It is quiet. I am concentratin…until my sweet and supportive husband comes in to make things better for me. He decides that opening the French doors, (I don’t know if they even came from France) to the front courtyard for some sunlight. To which, I thanked him for the offer and continued to write. I realized my former topic on: “the over due thank you” sucked and decided to write about this interruption instead. He is after all, my material!
Now, I am sitting at the desk, with frostbitten fingers, and my teeth are chattering because its so damn cold outside. I hear the diesel engine of a Sparkletts truck driving by. So, who is not “going green” by drinking tap from the faucet in my neighborhood? You know the water is the same crap they put in those lovely labelled plastic bottles for $1.-$3. a piece. I catch the sound of squeaky brakes of the garbage truck who still by the way hasn’t taken our ancient, blue pool cover… (okay, I am not “green” either) for nearly two weeks. Although, I did write a kind sign on the cover: “This is Trash”. Oh, and the sound of rustling leaves, birds singing and a dog barking at nothing. Its enough to cry. I am not at peace. The outside is too noisy. Nature is irritating. I need the quiet hmm of the TV in the background. A washing machine, ahhh…maybe the dishwasher too. This really sucks. More than that other story. Thanks for the material today...
Now, I am sitting at the desk, with frostbitten fingers, and my teeth are chattering because its so damn cold outside. I hear the diesel engine of a Sparkletts truck driving by. So, who is not “going green” by drinking tap from the faucet in my neighborhood? You know the water is the same crap they put in those lovely labelled plastic bottles for $1.-$3. a piece. I catch the sound of squeaky brakes of the garbage truck who still by the way hasn’t taken our ancient, blue pool cover… (okay, I am not “green” either) for nearly two weeks. Although, I did write a kind sign on the cover: “This is Trash”. Oh, and the sound of rustling leaves, birds singing and a dog barking at nothing. Its enough to cry. I am not at peace. The outside is too noisy. Nature is irritating. I need the quiet hmm of the TV in the background. A washing machine, ahhh…maybe the dishwasher too. This really sucks. More than that other story. Thanks for the material today...
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