welcome to the mostly unrelated and unimportant stuff in my head:

*   Caden-5yr used to pronounce ‘gross’ as ‘fross.’  It sounds the same, but has an ‘f’ instead.  Whenever something is REALLY gross, usually in my head I think, “ew. that is fross.” apparently i forgot to creatively space the word  m u d recently. i try to never forget that. m u d people – go away and don’t be fross.

*  It really cracks me up when I find my mom at the computer,  doubled over laughing  because she is reading the subject lines of items in her spam folder. then she’ll read them to me and we’ll invariably say, “Fross! That is FROSS!”  Most people just delete that ‘enhancement’ crap. But she prefers to enjoy the hilarity first. And I like that attitude.

*  today my dad sent an email in response to potential Sunday plans saying “Whose daughter are you anyway? The Cowboys have a playoff game Sunday at noon. Planes will stop and hang in midair until it’s over.”   I am not the daughter that email was sent to, but I enjoyed it immensely in a bratty, younger sister sort of “HA!” way.

Obviously my sister thought I was more mature than to have that reaction or she never would have forwarded it on to me.

She was wrong.

I am a brat.

And I should tell you that of course she’s watching the game on Sunday. It’s just like that with this family. TWO Cowboys/Eagles games in two weeks? SURE, let’s watch every minute.

*  Daddy once cleared his throat and told me that the only way to drink coffee was straight up, “like a man.”  This was years before Starbucks came to the Dallas area and made it socially acceptable to sip a latte. Looking back on that, he was probably kidding, but I grew up to be a “black, nothing in it” kinda coffee drinker. Parents are ridiculously influential.

*  Mike and I took 3 boys to pick out Christmas bikes today. Went surprisingly well. I mean, one kid who substitutes the “F” sound for the “TR” sound needed to yell something with the word “Truck” a whole lotta times, but that’s just standard for us. 2 of the 3 boys do that, so I almost don’t even react to that word, whether it’s a boy trying to say “truck” or someone older with a less than pleasant vocabulary. But we do tend to cringe when they have occasion to yell “Mommy’s Monster Truck.”   That one gets me every time, but I try not to show it.

Yes, the speech therapist has  it on her ‘to do’ list. HIGH on her ‘to do’ list.

*  Today at school I thought a dad was another dad that I knew from the summer’s  t-ball season.

I do this all the time. Totally mistake people. I once came very close to throwing my arms around the neck of a guy coming out of a hotel room VERY early one morning. I thought he was my dad. (yes, i really CAN forget what my dad looks like)  The look of shock in his eyes – only a few inches away – is the only thing that stopped me. Poor guy.

Today at school I was in the car waiting for Caden-5yr and I thought, “I know that guy…. it’s Curtis’ dad… yeah. He took pictures of the kids’ team…right….?”   And right about then he turned around and looked at me, so I smiled real big and waved. He more than flinched. He jerked backwards – an awkward movement originating in his neck – and then he turned completely away. I’m glad he did that, because when he executed  that paranoid here-is-my-back-you-crazy-lady move, I realized he had completely the wrong color of hair to be Curtis’ dad.  Like, brownish-blond instead of almost black. Oops.  I am crazy observant. Poor guy.

I know just how he felt. It was so clearly, “OH CRAP, DON’T TALK TO ME! NOOOO INTERACTION, PLEASE!”  I can relate. No big deal. I didn’t even want to talk to the guy i really thought it was – i just thought i should smile and wave since he seemed to be looking in my direction.  This guy might  have a kid in one of my kids’ classes next year and it’ll be quite icky for him. But not for me, because I won’t recognize him anyway. Poor guy.

Sooo. Next time I’m not sure of who someone is, a much smaller smile, perhaps, adjusting for highly likely case of mistaken identity and also the possibly intimidating hugeness of my mouth.

I get my huge mouth from my grandmother. It doesn’t bother me. Mainly because I get it from my grandmother. But I would have rather gotten her laugh. (sooo cute.)

*  someone emailed and asked if I minded the dive in readership here since I took that huge break.  Might as well answer here, too. In a word… Nooooo!  Don’t mind at all. It might have bothered me more if y’all hung in there for the better part of a year. I started this ages ago, anonymously, with no readers at all but with a plan. First – I wanted to record details of life. I forget the things the kids do and say. I wanted to remember. Second – I wanted to attract a readership so that a publisher would be all ‘hey! she already has an audience!’ and then find ME and I’d never have to navigate the how to get published headache. That was naive and crazy. But it worked, and one did come find me and buy my book. And then asked me sweetly just recently for information on another one. Isn’t that great?  Anyway. Two original objectives totally met.  Also, I got really overwhelmed with everyone else’s lives and felt like I had to remember every detail of every reader’s family and frankly, it made me nuts.  Starting over is great.

* i haven’t gotten back into the swing of it, anyway. this disjointed entry is total proof of that – no telling how long it’ll take. in the meantime, don’t mind me.

i’m just recording a few details of life and if you want to join me, that’s all right.

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