Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Sunday, October 25, 2009

"Fire the ho!"

Talking Sunday Night Movie memories as a family around the dinner table tonight we were reminded of some of the not so appropriate choices that we have mistakenly exposed our children to.

For instance, the first Transformers movie to which our 6 year old spouted in complete horror during the first 15 minutes of the movie "it's rated P-13, that means parents are suppose to know better."

Needless to say I spent the rest of that movie in another room with my 6 year old watching Monster's Inc.

Then there was the time when my husband was told that a movie would be perfect for his family to watch. A woman at his work raved and raved about it and told him for sure it was a good one for the next family night movie. Husband has rarely been in charge of the Family Night Movie choices since this one.

The title alone should explain: Slumdog Millionaire. About a half hour into the movie our 12 year old daughter was in tears, her older brother was beyond horrified and the other two I might not blog because DFS would want our address.

I looked [GLARED] over at Husband and said, "Um, what is the rating on this."
He didn't know.
It was rated R....HELLO!

Who doesn't check that stuff?

Anyhow, dinner this evening found us reminiscing on the fascinating choices over the years, the laughs, the tears, the follies, the fun.

Quotes were flying around, laughter and some hilariously fun memories when our then six year old, now 8, quotes: "Fire the ho!" At the top of his lungs.

Our reaction: first silence.

Then I looked, [GLARED], at Husband and said, "what brilliant movie choice of yours is that from?"

"Fire the ho!, Fire the ho!" 8 year old is chanting.

Fifteen year old son is laughing hysterically, 10 year old son is sort of chuckling between glances of his brother and the eye conversation I am having with his dad. Sister, age 12, pipes in, "What movie is that from?"

I am now openly asking my husband to fess up,
"Was it a movie when I was out of town???, taking a nap??? What? When?"

He looks so innocent asking, "Buddy what movie are you talking about?

To which my son says,
"Over the Hedge.
When she saved it up all winter and came out and said, 'Fire the ho!".

Okay, so NOW the laughter has spread to hysteria's between those of us who know what he was saying when he meant to be saying "Fire in the hole."

Which follows my husband trying to explain that he should say "Fire in the ho, not fire the ho."

His explanation. "Fire in the hole is some trapped air. Fire the ho is when a woman is released from her previous responsibilities. And in the future you should really refrain from EVER saying Fire the ho."

To that my dear 8 year old responds, " I should probably head to the bathroom, I need to fire the ho!"

I myself am hoping that the next time I head out of town, released from my responsibilities for a weekend, that my son doesn't get smart and tell his teachers,
"My dad fired the ho for the week."

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Thankful Thursday!

What an INSPIRATION this young man is!

What is your excuse?

Your attitude

towards life defines not
only who you are but the quality
of life you are after.

it is that has been bugging you,

seem so bad anymore, does it?

If only

we all could have the spirit

that this little boy has!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Way-back Wednesday ♥♥

The sweet. This is from my daughters camera,
so glad that she was right there to capture this memory.
I love the bottles in our fruit basket in the background,
memories of having the little girls overnight....
Yeah!!! So sweet, so adorable, and SOOO much work!!!
My hat is off to you mom's with twins!

Below is even MORE way back.
This is the twins big sister,
they might as well be triplets.
She is almost two years older!!!

She also loved the sink baths!
[Notice we had a different fruit basket/bowl,
and it had FRUIT in it.]

...also loving the little picture that is just to the top right...
see it???......It is of my two boys
in the same sink bath a couple years before

this one....which is a couple years
before the one above of the twins.
So many memories....thank goodness for Kodak...
with life these days these memories would fade.

Such sweet sweet babies ♥

Teen Talk

On our way to a family party a couple weeks ago I snapped these photos....little did I know what was really going on....

Listening to each of their phones beep and ding dong

as text after text came in....the following happened... daughter reached over and handed her
brother his water....


Asking her ...."Did he text you to hand him
his water?"

She replies, "Yep." Totally unfazed....


Brother: Hey Sis

Sister: Hey Bro

Brother: Wats up?

Sister: Not much, U?

Brother: Hand me my water

Sister: prob!

What has our world come to???

Saturday, October 17, 2009

and the hits just keep on coming....

Driving my son to Football this afternoon,
his usual headphone bound head trapped in thought....

I tap....

He turns to me....

I say..."so, what's on your mind?"

He replies, "wondering why if we are going to move we don't just move for real...."

Me: For real?

Him: up to the Avenues or something....

He continues: [talkative....yes, I am shocked]
Why not just sell both houses and all of us move in together?

By all of us he means
his Aunts and Uncles [4 of them]
his dad and myself with the kids.......

Me: Ummmm, and that would be a good idea why???

Him: Well, someday us kids are going to have to take care of the aunts and uncles as well as you and Dad.

We can have a whole retirement
community set up there!!!!

Me: You had better be able to read my mind buddy!!!!

[if you are confused about the read my mind
refer to previous post....Football Funny!]

How old do your kids think you are???

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Football Funny

Five days a week I get the
splendid opportunity to drive
my teenage son to and from Football.
Five opportunities times two
for us to chit chat about
what is up with him.
He is seatbelted in,
I can choose how fast or slow we get there.
I can even take a new route if
I feel we have so much more to
say to one another...


He has those big Skullcandy earphones

Each day as I drive him I
pat him on the leg to get his attention:

He removes ONE ear phone:
"Hey Bud, How was school?"


Phones back on...
Me patting his leg...

ONE phone off:
"How is your homework going?


Phones back on...
Me patting his leg...

ONE phone off:
"Do you have plans for the weekend?"

"IDK yet"

Phones back on...
Me patting his leg...

ONE phone off:
"Did you get your chores done?"


Phones back on....

Finally this Tuesday when I was
going through the usual motions with him...

He turned to me and said:


Me: Really?

He still makes me smile....
as he turned to me and said...
"Hey, you could blog that!!!"

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Need a sign???


This is an animated graphic. [It's a freeway sign in Texas that changes the message every few second....all messages from God.]

[let me know if you see it now....the animation doesn't seem to be working...

...It will automatically change to a new message for you to view.

Here are some of the messages it changes to:

Big bang theory? You've got to be kidding. --God

I love you, and you, and you, and you... --God

Let's meet at my house Sunday before the game. --God

You think it's hot here? --God

My way is the highway. --God

The "Love my Neighbor" thing, I mean it!!! --God

Loved the wedding,
invite me to the marriage. --God

We need to talk. ---God

Tell the kids I love them. --God

Keep using my name in vain
and I will make rush hour longer.

Come on over,
and bring the kids. ---God

Need Directions? --God

Follow me. --God

Let's meet at my house
Sunday before the game. --God

Will the road you are on go to my place?

Have you read my #1 seller?
There will be a test. ---God

What part of "Thou Shalt Not"
didn't you understand? ---God

Have a beautiful day ♥

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?