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Wacky Dreaming
“So, you know, it really was an okay dream. The only part that was mildly disturbing was when I lost my pet weevil in a box of Ritz crackers and couldn’t find him among the other weevils. Oh, and he was four inches long.” — direct quote from Barlow male

These boys I live with have crazy dreams every night. I don’t. If I’d had a dream about a pet weevil that was lost in a box of Ritz crackers……

Wacky Dreaming
“So, you know, it really was an okay dream. The only part that was mildly disturbing was when I lost my pet weevil in a box of Ritz crackers and couldn’t find him among the other weevils. Oh, and he was four inches long.” — direct quote from Barlow male

These boys I live with have crazy dreams every night. I don’t. If I’d had a dream about a pet weevil that was lost in a box of Ritz crackers……

Troublemaker
Here is a link to our lastest little performance as a family/band. Playing with my boys is fun. But that isn’t why I’m calling your attention to the video. The reason that I’m pointing it out is so that I can offer my sincere apologies to all Southern mothers everywhere for my lack of lipstick. And I would offer apologies to them for my hair, as well, except that the apology wouldn’t be wide-reaching enough. So, I apologize, internet, for my hair that was hanging in fat, unbrushed ringlets around my face while I was playing bass and I acknowledge that I know it looked like I hadn’t done anything with it on the day — which is the truth. No effort was made. You kind of have to take curly hair how it comes, you know.

Happy Monday, everybody.

Troublemaker
Here is a link to our lastest little performance as a family/band. Playing with my boys is fun. But that isn’t why I’m calling your attention to the video. The reason that I’m pointing it out is so that I can offer my sincere apologies to all Southern mothers everywhere for my lack of lipstick. And I would offer apologies to them for my hair, as well, except that the apology wouldn’t be wide-reaching enough. So, I apologize, internet, for my hair that was hanging in fat, unbrushed ringlets around my face while I was playing bass and I acknowledge that I know it looked like I hadn’t done anything with it on the day — which is the truth. No effort was made. You kind of have to take curly hair how it comes, you know.

Happy Monday, everybody.

Troublemaker
Here is a link to our lastest little performance as a family/band. Playing with my boys is fun. But that isn’t why I’m calling your attention to the video. The reason that I’m pointing it out is so that I can offer my sincere apologies to all Southern mothers everywhere for my lack of lipstick. And I would offer apologies to them for my hair, as well, except that the apology wouldn’t be wide-reaching enough. So, I apologize, internet, for my hair that was hanging in fat, unbrushed ringlets around my face while I was playing bass and I acknowledge that I know it looked like I hadn’t done anything with it on the day — which is the truth. No effort was made. You kind of have to take curly hair how it comes, you know.

Happy Monday, everybody.

Of Bathrooms and Little Boys

Well, here I am again, after quite an absence. And, no, I’m not talking about a blog absence but an absence from visiting public bathrooms with a little bathroom buddy. Has it really been four years? Wow. Anyway, it seems that my youngest has rapidly and nearly painlessly (finally, thank you) become potty trained. Which means that I’m now getting the fun of taking him to public bathrooms all over the place. Part of me is thrilled that we’re in the bathroom because he actually wants to use it, but then I remember that I have a little boy in tow and realize that, to him, bathrooms=fun.

Of all of my adventures with little boys in public bathrooms this has to be the absolute craziest.

Here’s what happened.

At church on Sunday, I decided to ditch the last stanza of the last hymn so that I could get my little boy to the bathroom before what I was sure was an impending accident. I took him with me to the ladies’ room. After he was finished using the bathroom I instructed him to go wash his hands.

He did wash his hands…but that is not all. Just washing his hands and leaving would have been normal and, of course, we don’t do normal. Out-of-left-field is our specialty.

Guess what he did next INSTEAD of leaving? He picked up the rubber door stop and, I suppose, after deciding that it looked like an excellent projectile, lobbed it over the stall door into a toilet that someone was actually sitting on.

I mean, what are the odds. Not only did he get it in there, it went in without so much as a splash. If it were a dive in the Olympics it would have gotten 10s all around.

So, you know, thank goodness the person wasn’t hurt. Thank goodness that she has a sense of humor. And, thank goodness that the person was me instead of some innocent bystander. If it had not been me, I think I would have actually died from embarrassment, finally.

Of Bathrooms and Little Boys

Well, here I am again, after quite an absence. And, no, I’m not talking about a blog absence but an absence from visiting public bathrooms with a little bathroom buddy. Has it really been four years? Wow. Anyway, it seems that my youngest has rapidly and nearly painlessly (finally, thank you) become potty trained. Which means that I’m now getting the fun of taking him to public bathrooms all over the place. Part of me is thrilled that we’re in the bathroom because he actually wants to use it, but then I remember that I have a little boy in tow and realize that, to him, bathrooms=fun.

Of all of my adventures with little boys in public bathrooms this has to be the absolute craziest.

Here’s what happened.

At church on Sunday, I decided to ditch the last stanza of the last hymn so that I could get my little boy to the bathroom before what I was sure was an impending accident. I took him with me to the ladies’ room. After he was finished using the bathroom I instructed him to go wash his hands.

He did wash his hands…but that is not all. Just washing his hands and leaving would have been normal and, of course, we don’t do normal. Out-of-left-field is our specialty.

Guess what he did next INSTEAD of leaving? He picked up the rubber door stop and, I suppose, after deciding that it looked like an excellent projectile, lobbed it over the stall door into a toilet that someone was actually sitting on.

I mean, what are the odds. Not only did he get it in there, it went in without so much as a splash. If it were a dive in the Olympics it would have gotten 10s all around.

So, you know, thank goodness the person wasn’t hurt. Thank goodness that she has a sense of humor. And, thank goodness that the person was me instead of some innocent bystander. If it had not been me, I think I would have actually died from embarrassment, finally.

Of Bathrooms and Little Boys

Well, here I am again, after quite an absence. And, no, I’m not talking about a blog absence but an absence from visiting public bathrooms with a little bathroom buddy. Has it really been four years? Wow. Anyway, it seems that my youngest has rapidly and nearly painlessly (finally, thank you) become potty trained. Which means that I’m now getting the fun of taking him to public bathrooms all over the place. Part of me is thrilled that we’re in the bathroom because he actually wants to use it, but then I remember that I have a little boy in tow and realize that, to him, bathrooms=fun.

Of all of my adventures with little boys in public bathrooms this has to be the absolute craziest.

Here’s what happened.

At church on Sunday, I decided to ditch the last stanza of the last hymn so that I could get my little boy to the bathroom before what I was sure was an impending accident. I took him with me to the ladies’ room. After he was finished using the bathroom I instructed him to go wash his hands.

He did wash his hands…but that is not all. Just washing his hands and leaving would have been normal and, of course, we don’t do normal. Out-of-left-field is our specialty.

Guess what he did next INSTEAD of leaving? He picked up the rubber door stop and, I suppose, after deciding that it looked like an excellent projectile, lobbed it over the stall door into a toilet that someone was actually sitting on.

I mean, what are the odds. Not only did he get it in there, it went in without so much as a splash. If it were a dive in the Olympics it would have gotten 10s all around.

So, you know, thank goodness the person wasn’t hurt. Thank goodness that she has a sense of humor. And, thank goodness that the person was me instead of some innocent bystander. If it had not been me, I think I would have actually died from embarrassment, finally.

Happy 2009!
My grandmother always said to take care of what you do on New Year’s Day because you’d end up doing it every day of the next year. My mom told me this morning that my grandmother therefore avoided doing laundry on New Year’s. Of course, if doing laundry were as easy for her as it is for me with all my modern conveniences, then I’m sure that it wouldn’t have been on her list of things to avoid doing. That woman was no shirker.

On this first day of 2009, I
read
cooked some new recipes
shopped for groceries
smiled a lot
did laundry
and learned to play the bass, a little

If I have to do those things every day of the coming year, well, that’d be fine with me.

Happy 2009!
My grandmother always said to take care of what you do on New Year’s Day because you’d end up doing it every day of the next year. My mom told me this morning that my grandmother therefore avoided doing laundry on New Year’s. Of course, if doing laundry were as easy for her as it is for me with all my modern conveniences, then I’m sure that it wouldn’t have been on her list of things to avoid doing. That woman was no shirker.

On this first day of 2009, I
read
cooked some new recipes
shopped for groceries
smiled a lot
did laundry
and learned to play the bass, a little

If I have to do those things every day of the coming year, well, that’d be fine with me.