...Buttercup is marrying Humperdink, a little less than half an hour. So all we have to do is get in, break up the wedding, steal the princess make our escape -- after I kill Count Rugen."
"That doesn't leave much time for dilly-dallying."
I love days like this. Just feeling silly. I'll mail you a million dollars if you can name that movie I just cited. Nah, it's too easy. Write yourself a check, sign my name.
Okay, so I thought today would be a good day to clarify a few points and sum up.
1. My son's tantrum at the gym - well, some of you may have already figured it out. I've been boasting since the kids were in utero about how big they were. Yet, somehow, in the moment of that little tantrum, I forgot. Those moms at the gym weren't staring at me in judgment...Most of them probably were giving me the "I can relate" stare. But still, that stare can be misconstrued in the moment of hostility over a 3 year-old. My point is, they weren't staring in judgment of my handling a 3 year-old tantrum, oh no, they were staring in wonder of why a 6 year-old was kicking and screaming. Yep, they are the size of 6 year olds. And I can't believe I didn't realize that at the time. I've been wanting to start my own t-shirt line. My first one should say, "They are 3. Really."
I'll gladly pay the price. Because yesterday I just acted as my son's agent. My first, of what I'm hoping to be many, correspondence with a college coach. Okay, fine, the coach is an acquaintance from my alma mater. But still, he seemed interested in staying in coaching for another 15 years. He actually told me to stay in touch. My son is estimated to be 6'10" and is turning up left-handed...I'll wait just a few more years for that college fund to mature before I buy the boat. This is EXACTLY what I went to school for...To procreate and then negotiate their contracts. Thank God the kids look like they are getting hubby's athleticism! We'll see. Some of you may have watched March Madness with some money on the game. I was scouting the coaches.
2. The ladies. The ladies are doing well in their new Victoria's Secret homes. It's like they went from a shack to a mansion. Now, if I could just find something similar for the lower half...And I better not hear, "Find the treadmill, hunny" from any of you!
3. The wonderdog. Farley is doing fine. Spring hath sprung here in cornville. So, we're getting outside more. Farley was actually SORE yesterday just from playing with the kids. I've been waking up early and taking Farley on a nice brisk walk. It's good for both of us. It helps me get my cluttered thoughts together, err less cluttered, not necessarily 'together'. And it guarantees a little exercise for the Big Farley each day. Hubby and I were relieved to know that Farley and his shedding hair will live on much longer.
On a side note, it's as if other universes unite. I see no coincidence in the fact that Farley's been to the vet and we've discovered has gained 10 pounds versus his namesake being named the literal poster child for addiction. I'm watching the news this morning, when I get in from our walk, and there is Chris Farley on a billboard for some kind of public service get help for addiction campaign. His family has allowed it. They also showed the footage of him and Patrick Swayze on SNL in a skit where they are trying out to be Chippendales dancers. Again, it just reaffirmed who my dog is. He would soooo do that dance any day.
4. I went back and read what may seem to be a bunch of complaining, so I thought I'd clear something up. I've got it really good here, people. My kids are absolutely gorgeous, articulate, brilliant, and hillarious. Sure, on occasion they freak out and inevitably it freaks my freak out. But after all that, I learn more about myself than anything. The dog is good too. And my man, AMAZING. I realize I have it very good. Hubby walks in the door at 5:14 every day, and takes great care of the kids and me. We have a great schedule and I have a very good and somewhat easy life staying home with them. With all that said, was that the biggest yawner you've ever read? I thought so. So, please, take my posts and giggle as you please. It's all true info, mostly. But I just usually have the funny moments happen that deem necessary to document. The good life, that's my life. You can read about the funny parts.
5. If I get that forward about it being 01:02:03 04/05/06 or whatever, and how it'll never be like that again....puhleease. Count every moment in your life. It's 1:33 p.m. on 04/03/06 right now. It'll never be THAT again. Oh wait, it's 1:34p.m. on 04/05/06 right now...It'll never be that again. Oh wait.... If you sent me that forward, I forgive you. And I expect to hear from you at that very moment. Are you going to stay up for it, or something?
And that's how I roll, today.
