As always there is so much to share about life as a Short...tonight is no different.
This past Saturday, we helped Short at the Hit-A-Thon. Afterwards, we rode over to the garage to put the Gator up. On our way, we passed the hurdles on the track and I commented to Short that Molly would be a good hurdler. [As if I know what it takes to be a good hurdler - I trip over my own feet so I am quite sure hurdling would be a pipe dream for me.] Well fast forward to yesterday afternoon and her is the conversation in my car:
Emma: Momma! Did you tell Molly she would be good at girdles?
Me [thinking to myself, "What the heck?"]: Emma, I have no clue what you are talking about?
Emma: You know...you said she'd be good at girdles? We saw those girdles the other day at Daddy's school.
Me [Thinking again, "What the heck? Did I miss something...does Craig have girdles in his classroom? And if so, why?"]: Emma, I really don't know what you are talking about.
Molly: Momma! Do you really think I need to wear a girdle? Why do I need a girdle?
Emma: You know!!! You said she would be good at jumping those girdles at the football field.
Me [Finally...I caught on!!]: You mean hurdles? Not girdles - hurdles!!
Molly: Thank goodness!! I sure don't want to need a girdle.
Never, ever a dull moment is it?
Today, as we were riding back to KM for the big game, Gabriel got mad at Cooper. "You are a fuzzy Cooper!!" I almost ran off the road [Not because fuzzy is a terrible name to call someone but....] because I know he was trying to call his big brother a "hussy"!!! Now where has he heard that word? Hmmmm...let me think... Could it be because Short calls me hussy all the time? [No, he's not a terrible, name-calling husband who berates his wife in front of his children....I promise...he would get a butt whoopin fo' sho....] Short and I have this thing where he always says he wants to fight me - like our very own Fight Club [Of course, the first rule of Fight Club is? You never talk about Fight Club.] as a joke when I one-up him. So, I'm thinking the little man picked up the word "hussy" from his Papa and decided to break it out on Cooper...only he nailed him with "Fuzzy"!!!
My familly almost lost me one night last week and yet the story would have been a great one to tell. As you know, we are sick and tired of life in the "papartment" [Even though we put on the "it's-not-as-bad-as-you-think face" when people ask us...it just plain sucks to be completely honest!] and we are ready to move. One night last week I had to use the bathroom [really, if you must know, I simply had to pee] and I've been fighting the toilet seat for about a month now. [it has a huge crack in it and no, it wasn't me - Short broke it.] I've been after Craig to duct tape it [You might be a red neck if your toilet seat has duct tape on it.] so it will quit pinching me. Well, he didn't, the seat pinched, I jumped and the entire seat slid sideways and off the edge of the actual bowl. Now how bad would Short have felt if he'd found me with a large, gaping wound in my head from hitting the bathtub, falling off of the toilet...THAT HE SHOULD HAVE DUCT TAPED?!!! Geez...we gotta get outta here!
Only 14.5 more days of school left [I would have put "one half" in numbers but I don't like the way the slash looks] and I am ready for the summertime. As always, life as a Short is just plain awesome!
Missy ♥
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
I Didn't Say It - It Was My Head!!
So I didn't officially fall off into blogger abyss, never to be seen or read again. Nor did I give up on the ranting and raving of life as a Short...we've just been busy. Blah, blah, blah - lame excuse I know but true. Between softball and softball and more softball it is hard for a girl to find time to do much of anything except, of course, watch softball. Short even had it on TV last night [Can I get a what the *&^% on that one? I feel like someone bunted, I missed the signal, and slid into third, only to be tagged high] Now don't get me wrong, I truly love watching my Molly Moo play and I love watching Coach Short do his thing but 3 or 4 games in a week, with Gabe and Emma chanting, "We want ice cream! We want cake! We want slushies! We want candy!" is just about more than one can handle...ya dig? We did make the playoffs and our first game is at home so that will be much easier on me...now where is that daisy? You know the one that I choose to chant, "I hope we win (pluck) I hope we lose (pluck)" whilst feverishly plucking petals?
Speaking of softball, [aren't we always?] tonight Gabe gave me yet another reason to win Mother of the Year. As we were preparing to leave the tiny little abode we call home Gabe said the word dammit to Cooper. Now Coop, not wanting to repeat what Gabe just told him instead spelled the word for me. I asked, "Gabe, why did you say that?" and his reply? [Thought you'd never ask!] "Mommy, I didn't say that...it was my head!" "So tell your head not to say things like that," I commanded him, all while I was surpressing hee hawing laughter. "OK! Head, don't say dammit. It's not nice." Really? And now you know the rest of the story....
We ventured out to look at houses this past Saturday. It was fun and a little overwhelming. [We'll get to the that in a minute] Gabe never meets a stranger. Apparently, the strangers' houses count as well. In one house, before we could get to him, he was laid up on the bed. In another, he decided he needed to potty. In yet another, he pulled toys out of a draw and played with them. And yes, he picked out "his room" in each house. I hope no one had video cameras or we could end up in trouble or on Youtube...or both.
Looking for houses is fun, exciting, and nerve racking all at the same time. I hate money and finanaces and dealing with credit. I also really hate getting my hopes up by looking at a house but knowing in the back of my mind that it is a pipe dream to even begin to think I can afford it. My question is this: What in the world to people do for a living if they have a nice big, decorated house, AND drive a nice big Suburban or Lexus SUV AND take lavish vacations? I can tell what they ain't doing for a living and this is teaching for the state of NC. I want so much for my kids to have their own space and their own rooms and a place to call home [This apartment has literally and figuratively "sprung a leak" - the sink in our HUGE master is dripping...the dishwasher has to be replaced...the sink in the kitchen is leaking...and our toilet seat broke] but right now I just don't think Short and I can swing it. How disappointing for us right now...but we'll be ok....:)
Got my passport today - the government is making a killing [Just in case some of you weren't aware of that little tid bit] off of this "service". We are new at this international travel thing so getting our picture made BEFORE entering the PP office was not on our "to do" list. An easy $30 made off of fools like us. And, you can't pay with your debit card unless you pay the $1.10 fee for a money order [which is printed right there!!!!!] to pay for the $15 picture and small book...which you HAVE to HAVE to fly into Canada. So all in all, $231 and one ulcer later, we are ready to fly to Canada :)
So much to say...stay tuned for more later. For now just remember that life is good...always :)
Missy
Speaking of softball, [aren't we always?] tonight Gabe gave me yet another reason to win Mother of the Year. As we were preparing to leave the tiny little abode we call home Gabe said the word dammit to Cooper. Now Coop, not wanting to repeat what Gabe just told him instead spelled the word for me. I asked, "Gabe, why did you say that?" and his reply? [Thought you'd never ask!] "Mommy, I didn't say that...it was my head!" "So tell your head not to say things like that," I commanded him, all while I was surpressing hee hawing laughter. "OK! Head, don't say dammit. It's not nice." Really? And now you know the rest of the story....
We ventured out to look at houses this past Saturday. It was fun and a little overwhelming. [We'll get to the that in a minute] Gabe never meets a stranger. Apparently, the strangers' houses count as well. In one house, before we could get to him, he was laid up on the bed. In another, he decided he needed to potty. In yet another, he pulled toys out of a draw and played with them. And yes, he picked out "his room" in each house. I hope no one had video cameras or we could end up in trouble or on Youtube...or both.
Looking for houses is fun, exciting, and nerve racking all at the same time. I hate money and finanaces and dealing with credit. I also really hate getting my hopes up by looking at a house but knowing in the back of my mind that it is a pipe dream to even begin to think I can afford it. My question is this: What in the world to people do for a living if they have a nice big, decorated house, AND drive a nice big Suburban or Lexus SUV AND take lavish vacations? I can tell what they ain't doing for a living and this is teaching for the state of NC. I want so much for my kids to have their own space and their own rooms and a place to call home [This apartment has literally and figuratively "sprung a leak" - the sink in our HUGE master is dripping...the dishwasher has to be replaced...the sink in the kitchen is leaking...and our toilet seat broke] but right now I just don't think Short and I can swing it. How disappointing for us right now...but we'll be ok....:)
Got my passport today - the government is making a killing [Just in case some of you weren't aware of that little tid bit] off of this "service". We are new at this international travel thing so getting our picture made BEFORE entering the PP office was not on our "to do" list. An easy $30 made off of fools like us. And, you can't pay with your debit card unless you pay the $1.10 fee for a money order [which is printed right there!!!!!] to pay for the $15 picture and small book...which you HAVE to HAVE to fly into Canada. So all in all, $231 and one ulcer later, we are ready to fly to Canada :)
So much to say...stay tuned for more later. For now just remember that life is good...always :)
Missy
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