Thursday, January 24, 2013

My Parents and Milk Day

    Over the holiday weekend,  RJ was  going on a hunting trip with the men folk in his family, ( This makes our lives sound much more Duck Dynasty than it really is) and I took the opportunity to enjoy a much needed break from my house and headed over to spend a couple days with my parents.  And let me tell you, I have cool parents.  So I thought I would share a little bit about my weekend so that you can see what a lucky girl I am.  

    We started out with a fresh couple bags of sand for the girls to 'refresh' the sandbox with.  They have these really cool pits of sand on either side of their deck that gives their backyard a beach type feel to it and the girls LOVE to play in it.  Gwiny and Emma took great joy in the sandbox.  Surprisingly, Izzy found much more joy in their new elliptical machine and I am pretty sure she did like 4 hours total on that machine in the 2 days we were there.  

    My mom started a fire in their fire-pit once it started to get cold and she brought out all the ingredients to make good ole fashioned s'mores.  They were delicious and the girls had a blast.  And while we sat around that fire-pit, my father, a manly kind of man, painted the girls fingernails with sparkly pink fingernail polish.   I must say, it completely blew my mind.  I can remember back when I was a teenager and I painted my fingernails a different color and pattern every day ( I probably should have gotten a job with all that extra time it seems I had on my hands) and my dad would come home and get on to me about the stinky smell of the fingernail polish.  I, to this day, ask RJ if its okay if I paint my nails in the house when he is home.  As Mom and I sat there gaping at him, he just said " Well, if I am going to be a grandpa of 6 granddaughters, I guess I will just have to learn these things."  And then he tried to ruin the moment by saying " This stuff is kinda like snot"  But it didn't work. 

  And after everyone went to bed, Mom and I stayed up and she tried to help me sort through some of my current heartaches.  I am so thankful that I have her in my life to listen to my problems and not judge me.  And to get drunk with, and then take me to church the next morning.  

  While we were at church Dad made us a bacon breakfast!!  And then for dinner we had 'Steak Sunday'.   Despite Gwiny and Izzy being sick at the tail end of this trip we had a blast.  And I got to reference MLK day as Milk day to 2 out of the 3 people I know who have ever seen 'Little Bush".  And I am pretty sure, I didn't even drink a glass of milk. 

As kind of a post script, I wanted to quote one of our fire-pit round table questions because it made me laugh so hard, after answering questions such as "whats your favorite food?"  and " Where is the best place you have ever been on vacation?"  This was thrown out there.

Grandpa:  What would you do if you had 8 fingers on each hand? 
Gwin:  Cut 3 off! 
Mom: Wear gloves
Izzy: Cut them off!
Emma:  I'd get more
Me: Play a musical instrument
Dad:  Be a professional basketball player. 

Oh and, did I mention, I have amazing parents. 

Thursday, January 10, 2013

When I was 18 and other silly stories

  My big girls are now in 3rd grade and in Kindergarten.  It turns out when girls are in school a big topic of conversation in my life now is who likes who in which class.  I know that Cameryn (girl) and Casey (boy) have decided to switch names because they think they have names of the opposite gender. I know that so and so was playing OREO, which is basically rock paper scissors, and had to ask out Zachary because she lost.  I know who likes who and who chases who on the playground.  Well lets be honest, I don't know for sure because I am not great with names, but these are the things that my daughters are talking about these days.  Which leads to my story...

  Izzy:  I like two boys at school.  They think I am cute.
Gwiny ( my mini-me):  I don't like boys, they are gross, and also they smell bad.  Especially after PE
Me:  I agree.  Let me tell you a story.  Once upon a time Mommy thought all boys were gross and stinky and I wanted nothing to do with those boys.  And then when I was a teenager I thought those boys were even more gross, and extra stinky.  I don't think they even took showers.  And then one day when I was 18 I met a boy that was not stinky at all and he wasn't so gross.  So I kissed him.
(((( GASP from all daughters)))))
Me:  And then I married him.
Izzy:  IT WAS PAPA!!!!! He doesn't stink.
Me:  Soo don't kiss anyone until your 18 and you find a boy that doesn't smell bad.


Emma's story:

    Mommy, you  can have 1 popcorn.  One at a time.  Did you eat only one?

Me:  Yes.

Emma:  Tell me the truth.

Me: I had two, okay, I had two pieces of popcorn!


Izzy's story:

   When I am older and I have money and live in my own house.  I am going to buy a cat.

 ( Precursor to crazy cat lady? )


Gwiny's story:

    Hey mommy, when I am in high school will I have to cut open a frog?

Emma:  I want to be a rainbow frog when I grow up.

Me:  Yes, in anatomy class.  Its not that bad though, its just a weird giant frog.

Gwin:  I don't want to do that because frogs are gross.

Me:  At least they are already dead when you get them.

Gwin:  That's a relief.  I thought I would have to kill it.


  And in other news:  Happy Birthday to my Dad!  For this year, I will surpass you in age.  Happy 29th (again) birthday.