Una Chica

Kids are full of curiosity. Mine are no different. Take for example today. On a quick trip to a local convenience store on the way home from an after school club activity, D. and I were discussing different things as usual. Today we were discussing the solar system and he was telling me all about the projects everyone presented for class today. I was very excited to listen as he worked really hard on his, with the help of his dad and his oldest brother. So, he was telling me about them and he had my digital camera sitting in his lap, very excited to show me all the pictures he took today. Being a very proud parent and no different than any other, I'll upload them this week sometime, as he will be taking the camera back to school tomorrow for the rest of the projects being presented.

So yeah, we were in a chatty mood. Finally we get to the store and I tell him he can get him and his brothers a beef jerky and a soda and he better be snappy about it because if it ain't on the counter when I'm ready to pay, it ain't going home with us. That boy can dawdle at the store! I get my funyuns and tell the nice cashier to ring me up a carton of cigarettes and then I holler at him that the bank is leaving town. Checking out. Move it already, kid. He gets up to the counter, piles all of his loot on it and then sees the miscellaneous items stashed all over the counter by the register. Typical of every convenience store known to man. He sees this little box with some cylindrical tubes in it and asks me what they are. I then proceed to tell him that they are ginseng shooters. He, of course, says what is that? I'm racking my brain for the word I know is right there. Of course when you need to know it, it's gone. But I was already talking. And thinking at the same time. Not a good combination in situations when kids are requesting information and they want the answers yesterday. What comes out of my mouth had that boy snickering like he was a world weary man who'd been there, done that. What came out of my mouth was, 'it's weed'. Then, trying to correct my blunder (while still trying to find that word tha t I know, but don't know), I say, 'it's grass'. Oh my. Can we please get the lady a thesauras, folks. There were several people waiting behind me patiently while they processed my credit card. I was blushing furiously and they were all twittering at my like they'd been there, done that. So I start mumbling to myself, hoping I'd get it together and get the kid the correct word I was trying to reference. And finally, like the shot that blasts through the air at the beginning of a race, it came to me. I blurted out, 'it's an organic herb. And don't ask me what organic means right at this precise second'. Grabbed my stuff, gathered my kid to my side and scrambled to make tracks, all the while hoping this would be a selective memory moment for him. I certainly don't need his teacher calling me tomorrow and asking me my kid knows where to buy some grass. At the least, it would be a tricky explanation.

Okay, so after losing our first game of the season this morning (football), we're in the car on the way home. I decide to stop off at a local diner and get us all one of their yummy pink lemonade/icee's. I order, I pay, we sit there waiting at the drive-through window. And D. starts beating me. Playing around, but boy does that kid have a mean slap! We're having our fun. He beats me, I beat him. We're square. We get our order and I have to drive home. I say not to mess with me because I could wreck and we could die. He tells me not to mess with him. I say no, it doesn't work that way. I beat him, he dies. It's better that he dies, rather than all of us. If I wreck. :D He laughs and says 'you best leave me alone, woman or else I'll put baby powder on my hands and pimp-slap you'. WTH. He explained what it meant and I laughed my butt off. Smarty pants.

D's team played their first game last night, technically anyway. We lost. He was very disappointed. He was also disappointed by the fact that he didn't get to play much of the game. See, it was punishment for him missing 2 practices (from what the coach says). We've been to every practice so far except last Thursday and we couldn't make it because we were at a meeting about the house in OKC. And I'd already put the whole game schedule on the calendar with the first game being last night. D. still hadn't gotten his game shirt and ball cap, so we went to the game a little early so he could suit up. A couple of his teammates said they'd gotten theirs over the weekend and I couldn't figure out why. I figured they would have been handed out Thursday since we'd need them Monday. So his teammates told him they'd had a tournament on Saturday and they'd gotten their uniform gear then. I asked the coaches wife why we didn't get a call about it. She said it was on the schedule. I thought I'd goofed and missed it on the schedule and apologised. When we got home after the game, I got out the schedule she'd given me a couple of weeks ago and there is absolutely nothing on there about a tournament. At all. Ever. So we play tonight at 6pm and I'm going to take it with me and show her. That's b.s. because he didn't get to play much last night for missing the practice on Thursday as well as a tournament on Saturday that we knew absolutely nothing about. That's just a load of crap!

I got Chris good for April Fools Day. Not exactly the way I wanted, but that's okay. First off, what I really wanted was to make him think his bike was stolen. But he keeps his key in his pocket and I forgot to take the spare one to Joe. Oh well. So, since that was a no-go, I figured if I can't take the bike, I'll take the kid instead. Now, here I was really really bad. I set up this big scam to make him think our youngest, D. went missing from the school playground. Now, while I know this is a bad joke to begin with because if it really happened, I'd die. But I did want to see what one of us would do if it ever happened. And Chris, I must say disappointed me. To set it up, I arranged for Joe to be prepared for the phone call from the 'school'. Then I arranged for my nice neighbor to call in as the 'school'. She did great! I was amazed and would have believed her had I not been standing right next to her myself. Now, he did freak out when he got the call, but in another way entirely. He assumed that D. took off. I couldn't believe it. He was all ready to go see if he was at home and hunt him down. Now, this was unexpected. D. has never skipped school before. He's 9 years old, for pitys sake! Joe was supposed to be on standby to calm Chris down so he wouldn't go off half-cocked ready to kill someone. And my neighbor did forget to tell him to stay put while the school keeps looking for him. But still, I could NOT believe Chris was ready to think the worst of D. It was an eye-opener, to say the least. Chris and I talked about it later. I told him he has to consider that a pervert or some other scary person has to be a potential factor. Not just the kid taking off. To see his reasoning, I had to consider his points, too. D. was jumped by some fellow classmates the day before after school. And Chris was worried something else might have happened with these kids and that maybe D. might have left to go home, seeing as how we don't live that far away. But he did admit that he didn't even think about someone 'taking' him. That was the whole point. So it ended up not being a bad thing to test out. Kind of like a fire drill or something.

Now, since that did not go the way I wanted it to, I did try to get him once again. And this one is nasty. He called me later that day to ask me to bring him a couple of sandwiches. I seized on the opportunity. Now, understand this. He has never called and asked that before. He's called and we've gone out to lunch. He's also come home for lunch. But he's never asked me to bring him lunch from home. Well, I made him a couple of chicken and cheese sandwiches. Here's the nasty part. I spit all over one. No loogy's or anything totally nasty. But the way I figured it, he does kiss me every day. Sticks his tongue down my throat and all that good stuff. So, I figured ... why not?? Well, I get up there and when I go to give him his special sandwich, I dropped the thing! I was so mad. I wanted to laugh. Our friend, James was standing there and teased Chris. He said, "That's okay. 5 second rule. Pick it up and eat it. Fast". I was giggling now. So I took that idea and ran with it. Tried to get Chris to eat it anyway. We wouldn't tell. He wouldn't have anything to do with it, of course. Who would? Nasty! But, I finally threw it in the garbage and said, "I Spit In IT!". He didn't believe me until I got it out and started lifting the top piece of bread up and down and you could see the slobber. He said, "I'm glad you dropped it!". I laughed so hard! Crazy thing to do, but I couldn't resist!

D. learned how to kickstart his dirtbike today. It was funny to watch. His facial expressions tell the whole story!
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I think I'm gonna start moving my posts from my site to my LJ tonight.

A Day in My Life
Breakfast - none

Lunch - Soup & Grilled Cheese (including live performer)

( Come and butter my toes? )

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( :: Sing to me, baby! :: )
...!!! - lots of photos - !!!...

5.30p - 1st Soccer Practice ( Details - more changes this year )

It's chlly tonight, so D. & I stopped by the store for something hot to drink on our way home from practice. I was paying the clerk and D. starts singing that song, "I Love You This Much" by Jimmy Wayne. We love that song and we were goofing off (singing and dancing) while cooking grilled cheese sandwiches today. So he starts singing this song and tells me to sing with him. I said, "no, it's one thing to goof off at home. I'm not gonna sing in the store and be silly". Well, he turns to the clerk and says, "You should hear my mom sing. She has a weird voice!". What a punk. No more goofing around with him. LoL

Supper - Leftover Spaghetti

Got busy today and I'm exhausted. blurry eyes, achey back, ringing ears, sore legs. Let's see... what else can I complain about? >snicker<

D. has been sick going on 5 days now with swollen tonsils, sore throat and muscles, and a miserable cough. Took him to the dr. on friday and they did throat cultures. he's clean. no strep or bronchial infection. just a common cold. what a bummer! i felt so bad for him. gonna try to let him go to school tomorrow. he's feeling a bit better and is definitely feeling confined! (me too!) pfft

Tonight on "The Late Late Show with Craig Kilborn" - Craig had a new name for sideburns ... cheek blankets ha ha

Who did we see today? The Cat in the Hat!
D. and I spent the day together. I. and C. spent the night at a friend's house, so D. and I went to the mall for the 100th birthday party for Dr. Seuss! What a blast! He had his picture taken with Dr. Seuss and got some balloon characters made for him by little ... He also got 3 free books and even got to sit in The Big Red Chair! There was this girl who did a couple of tap dances to some Dr. Seuss songs for everyone. It was awesome. We had pizza at Sbarro's for lunch and had a great day together!
- photos coming soon -

After our outing at the mall, D. and I rented some movies. We also bought some ice cream from the ice cream truck when it came around. We lay in my bed watching our movies. We rented Spy Kids 3, Uptown Girls and Freaky Friday. Of course, we just had to watch Spy Kids 3 first !

Who Wants Ice Cream?





( I do! I do! I do! )