Friday, November 21, 2008
So, I guess, by now, you're getting the fact that June doesn't like scrapbooking. And so, in true June fashion, I've procrastinated. I work better under pressure anyway. BUT, I opened the dang scrapbook, with the school mascot on it, that the booster club provided for us, and it has - get this - 20 pages! Holy crap. How am I gonna fill 20 pages???? Oh I think I'm gonna throw up.... And this is the point where I need your opinion, am I a bad mother if I take this book apart and take out, oh, I don't know, maybe 15 of the pages? I mean if I have to fill 20 pages, that's going to require me to tear my whole house apart looking for enough Wally memorabilia to fill those pages! I think I found a way to unhinge the thing and put it back together without making it look too mutilated. So what do you think? Hmm? Am I up for the most screwed up mother in the world award?
Friday, November 7, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Anyway......done for another year. Of course as I was leaving, the nurse told me, "Since you'll be 40 next year (in an irritating sing-song voice), we won't need to order a mammogram until then." OH JOY! Maybe you would like to announce it over the intercom, "The lady walking through the lobby will be 40 next year and then in addition to doing the stirrup hike she also gets to do the booby smash!"
Sometimes it sucks to be a woman.......
Monday, November 3, 2008
Little background here, first. Beaver and his best friend, Rico Suave, are quite possibly two of the biggest goobers, God love 'em. I don't mean to be cruel. They are completely lovable, but still they're a couple of goobers. And I can say this because one of them is my son and I love him dearly. But still....They seriously think they are two of the coolest kids around. They have no clue. They are freshman. Complete freshman. So Beaver and RS have this friend Jay. He's all of about 4' 5", maybe 4' 8", but definitely not even five feet tall. And he's a little round in the middle. Not fat. Just a little chub. He has a brother-in-law that plays professional baseball. This puts him a little ahead of the goobers. You might say the goobers look up to him. Because, well you know he does have a brother-in-law that is a pro ball player!
Conversation, in my car, between Beaver and RS. (Me totally trying to act like I'm not listening to them)
RS: Fool, did you hear about Studmuffin-Jay?
Beaver: No, dude. What?
RS: Well you know he went to see Cody play in Phoenix.
RS: Well Cody hooked him up with some college chicks.
At this point I almost spit diet coke all over my steering wheel. I wanted to laugh so bad.
Beaver: Nuh-uh! Are you serious, dude?
RS: Yeah man! He even said "Ask my mom when she comes back." And you know, if he was lyin', he never would have said to ask his mom.
Beaver: No way fool!
RS: Yeah man. We need to get the hook up. Next time Jay travels, we need to see about going too.
I am dying at this point. These two "fools" (Their word, not mine. But it fits!) actually believe that some hot college chicks hooked up with their 4' friend. Seriously! I don't know what kind of college girls they have over in Arizona, but I'm pretty sure they're not so hard up that they would even consider "hooking up" with a high school freshman. I may be wrong. Who knows? Maybe goobers are the new in thing......