
Hello everyone!! I just had the most interesting dinner with my family. We are still pretty traditional for the most part. Mom cooks, sets the table, and the family washes up and comes in for dinner. Tonight was no different than any other night. I looked on my calender to find the meal of the day, mutilated the chicken, cooked it to perfection even though I destroyed it (pat on the back for me). This month is all new recipes from an AMAZING cook book I got from Sams. Yeah, thats what I said. Sams? It's great! I got a whole month of recipes from this book. And it was only $13.00!! Hard bound and all!! Alright, enough of my old lady ways....
Anyhoo... <----I love that word.... :-) Dinner started with the routine question of what happened at school today. Owen was first to answer today as it was his turn to go first. Then Sarah followed up with her side of the story. She always has "her side". That girl is going to kill me. Owen had woken up this morning with a killer bloody nose. I was up with him for about 40 minutes trying to get it to stop. He explained that he had pee'd "just a little". We took his sheets off, put new on, and climbed back to bed, cotton balls up both nostrils. Cotton balls....funny....cinnamon buns... (Owen just wanted me to tell you that he blew one out of his nostril too last night. No lie. He's right here. He thinks he's my editor). ANYHOO!!!! So, Sarah "pee'd a little" too last night so here's how the conversation went...some may have a better time with this conversation than most. Some know how the last month has been for me.... Mom: "Since you both "pee'd a little" there will be no more drinks after 8 this week" Sarah: "Yeah, Dad, that means you, too!!" (Mom has face in hands trying not to laugh and failing miserably) Owen: "Yeah, Dad, and no beans either!! ESPECIALLY the brown ones!!! Those are baaad..." (Mom is bawling and can't breathe) My laughter subsides as Sarah is showing us her new dance and song she learned in Spanish today. I'm composed and ready to take on whatever dessert has in store. Dessert is ice cream tonight. Camel, Chocolate, and some sprinkles. (I was just re-reading this and realized that I wrote camel!! I'm not changing it. I meant caramel but it's way to funny to change. Easily amused, remember?) I don't do dessert very much. (Nor camel for that matter.) I'm just along for the ride at the table (sans camel). I grab my notebook and a pen and nestle in my seat waiting for the next word to take me over the edge. My son has taken a bit after someone a few of us know and constantly grabs his crotch, adjusts, whatever. Not only does he do this, NOW he now itches his butt as well. The other day I asked him again "What is wrong with your butt?!!" and he says, bright eyed, as Owen always does, "I don't know Mom!! Maybe I got the worms!!" This in itself doubled me over with laughter. I'm easily amused, I know this. I think everyone does at this point so I'll quit saying that. So, we're sitting at dinner and I ask him again why he keeps itching his butt. Ryan and I talk back and forth for awhile and I mention the worms. I consider maybe we should put a piece of tape over his butt hole and wait for the worms to come out at night because they are nocturnal.
Ryan: "The one he has ain't nocturnal, Nicole! It's out all the time!!"
Not sure why...but I spit beer in my eye. Literally, spit my beer out of my mouth and it landed in my eye.
Wait....
Not quite sure why...
I spit beer in my eye...
maybe it was because of the pie...
or the fact that I...
laughed so hard I thought I was going to die...
Ok. Not so good, but hey, I tried. Stick to the blog tonight, Nic. Stick to the blog.
Well, it is still bothering him, apparently, and I told him tonight at dinner that I was going to look at his butt. Not proper dinner conversation but I am who I am and I said it. Ryan is shaking his head and says that there is no way he's looking at his butt.
Me: "If that worm comes out and hisses at me," (insert index finger squiggling about) "YOU are getting out the tweezers and getting it out!"
Ryan: "NO! I.AM.NOT!"
(Moms hands are over her face equipt with a napkin, DYING, trying to breathe)
All the while Owen and Sarah are mimicking me with their index fingers squeaking "reeker reeker reeker reeker" as I was with my finger. I didn't dare take a drink of my beer as I know it was going in my eye again!! And did I mention I could not breathe?
I see the fear of God in Owens eyes at this point looking back and forth from myself and Ryan.
Owen: "Really, guys, it's fine. I don't have worms!!! do i??"
Mom: "I'm not sure. I hope not. But I'm going to check. Just to make sure."
Granted, the kid is 7, but who the hell wants to spread his cheeks so his Mom can look at his butt crack? Not me. My Aunt Rox had to sit in a room with me....well....never mind....AGAIN!! sorry Aunt Rox.... ;-(
Owen goes and gets in the shower as directed. Ryan and I discuss further what could be making his butt itch. Maybe it's lack of washing...maybe it's too much washing...I go to the bathroom and tell Owen to make sure to wash properly.
Owen: "Should I wash it with super hot water, Mom, so I can burn it?" I hit the floor. This is like a whole night of butt worm!!!! The kid really thinks he's got the worms!!! The beers probably didn't help my sense of funny either.
He gets out of the shower and comes into the office where I have started this blog...
He was mortified!!! He bends over...I look....
"THERE HE IS!!!" I yell as I push him away from me. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! You should have seen this kids face!!!!
PANIC!!!
Possibly as funny as my Dads face when he flew off the treadmill that time at Laune's SPA. PRICELESS!!! For those who know my dad....tooth pick legs...brown softball shorts....oh yeah.. THE MUSTACHE!!! Or when he (my Dad) didn't believe me when I said my cabinets were hot (like electricity hot) and he got it. "WOAH!! THERE SHE IS!!!" 220 through his tiny ass. again..PRICELESS!!
I explained that his butt was fine. Dudes...his butthole is fine...and someone please print this out. He thinks it's awesome that I'm writing about him. I told him to wait until he was 16 and then I would break this shit out and he wouldn't find it so cool.
So, quite possibly not as funny as I found it, but it's taken me several hours to complete this blog so I am most definitely posting it. And I am SOOOOO in the dog house again...why would I not post it? I mean, damn, take away my TV, what the hell am I suppose to do?? Dishes?? I think FUCKING NOT! Nice try though... Two thumbs up!!..............there are no keys on this keyboard to do the thumbs up or I would be doing it!
ooooo...closing thoughts.. one sec...gotta pee...
My pee break is done, I'm out of beer, and it is time to hit the sack to start again tomorrow anew....
My first closing thought....
Bounty has false advertising.. One sheet didn't NOT clean up my Kool-Aid mess from earlier. One sheet doesn't do DICK for a gallon of grape Kool-Aid!!! You can suck it!!!
And my second...
Ask my cousin Ron if he can still play AND SING my dog has fleas on the guitar.
Good night to all!!!! God bless the King, get rid of that ring, rail me till I sing..blah blah blah...
Signed....
The Jonas Brothers...
Anyhoo... <----I love that word.... :-) Dinner started with the routine question of what happened at school today. Owen was first to answer today as it was his turn to go first. Then Sarah followed up with her side of the story. She always has "her side". That girl is going to kill me. Owen had woken up this morning with a killer bloody nose. I was up with him for about 40 minutes trying to get it to stop. He explained that he had pee'd "just a little". We took his sheets off, put new on, and climbed back to bed, cotton balls up both nostrils. Cotton balls....funny....cinnamon buns... (Owen just wanted me to tell you that he blew one out of his nostril too last night. No lie. He's right here. He thinks he's my editor). ANYHOO!!!! So, Sarah "pee'd a little" too last night so here's how the conversation went...some may have a better time with this conversation than most. Some know how the last month has been for me.... Mom: "Since you both "pee'd a little" there will be no more drinks after 8 this week" Sarah: "Yeah, Dad, that means you, too!!" (Mom has face in hands trying not to laugh and failing miserably) Owen: "Yeah, Dad, and no beans either!! ESPECIALLY the brown ones!!! Those are baaad..." (Mom is bawling and can't breathe) My laughter subsides as Sarah is showing us her new dance and song she learned in Spanish today. I'm composed and ready to take on whatever dessert has in store. Dessert is ice cream tonight. Camel, Chocolate, and some sprinkles. (I was just re-reading this and realized that I wrote camel!! I'm not changing it. I meant caramel but it's way to funny to change. Easily amused, remember?) I don't do dessert very much. (Nor camel for that matter.) I'm just along for the ride at the table (sans camel). I grab my notebook and a pen and nestle in my seat waiting for the next word to take me over the edge. My son has taken a bit after someone a few of us know and constantly grabs his crotch, adjusts, whatever. Not only does he do this, NOW he now itches his butt as well. The other day I asked him again "What is wrong with your butt?!!" and he says, bright eyed, as Owen always does, "I don't know Mom!! Maybe I got the worms!!" This in itself doubled me over with laughter. I'm easily amused, I know this. I think everyone does at this point so I'll quit saying that. So, we're sitting at dinner and I ask him again why he keeps itching his butt. Ryan and I talk back and forth for awhile and I mention the worms. I consider maybe we should put a piece of tape over his butt hole and wait for the worms to come out at night because they are nocturnal.
Ryan: "The one he has ain't nocturnal, Nicole! It's out all the time!!"
Not sure why...but I spit beer in my eye. Literally, spit my beer out of my mouth and it landed in my eye.
Wait....
Not quite sure why...
I spit beer in my eye...
maybe it was because of the pie...
or the fact that I...
laughed so hard I thought I was going to die...
Ok. Not so good, but hey, I tried. Stick to the blog tonight, Nic. Stick to the blog.
Well, it is still bothering him, apparently, and I told him tonight at dinner that I was going to look at his butt. Not proper dinner conversation but I am who I am and I said it. Ryan is shaking his head and says that there is no way he's looking at his butt.
Me: "If that worm comes out and hisses at me," (insert index finger squiggling about) "YOU are getting out the tweezers and getting it out!"
Ryan: "NO! I.AM.NOT!"
(Moms hands are over her face equipt with a napkin, DYING, trying to breathe)
All the while Owen and Sarah are mimicking me with their index fingers squeaking "reeker reeker reeker reeker" as I was with my finger. I didn't dare take a drink of my beer as I know it was going in my eye again!! And did I mention I could not breathe?
I see the fear of God in Owens eyes at this point looking back and forth from myself and Ryan.
Owen: "Really, guys, it's fine. I don't have worms!!! do i??"
Mom: "I'm not sure. I hope not. But I'm going to check. Just to make sure."
Granted, the kid is 7, but who the hell wants to spread his cheeks so his Mom can look at his butt crack? Not me. My Aunt Rox had to sit in a room with me....well....never mind....AGAIN!! sorry Aunt Rox.... ;-(
Owen goes and gets in the shower as directed. Ryan and I discuss further what could be making his butt itch. Maybe it's lack of washing...maybe it's too much washing...I go to the bathroom and tell Owen to make sure to wash properly.
Owen: "Should I wash it with super hot water, Mom, so I can burn it?" I hit the floor. This is like a whole night of butt worm!!!! The kid really thinks he's got the worms!!! The beers probably didn't help my sense of funny either.
He gets out of the shower and comes into the office where I have started this blog...
He was mortified!!! He bends over...I look....
"THERE HE IS!!!" I yell as I push him away from me. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! You should have seen this kids face!!!!
PANIC!!!
Possibly as funny as my Dads face when he flew off the treadmill that time at Laune's SPA. PRICELESS!!! For those who know my dad....tooth pick legs...brown softball shorts....oh yeah.. THE MUSTACHE!!! Or when he (my Dad) didn't believe me when I said my cabinets were hot (like electricity hot) and he got it. "WOAH!! THERE SHE IS!!!" 220 through his tiny ass. again..PRICELESS!!
I explained that his butt was fine. Dudes...his butthole is fine...and someone please print this out. He thinks it's awesome that I'm writing about him. I told him to wait until he was 16 and then I would break this shit out and he wouldn't find it so cool.
So, quite possibly not as funny as I found it, but it's taken me several hours to complete this blog so I am most definitely posting it. And I am SOOOOO in the dog house again...why would I not post it? I mean, damn, take away my TV, what the hell am I suppose to do?? Dishes?? I think FUCKING NOT! Nice try though... Two thumbs up!!..............there are no keys on this keyboard to do the thumbs up or I would be doing it!
ooooo...closing thoughts.. one sec...gotta pee...
My pee break is done, I'm out of beer, and it is time to hit the sack to start again tomorrow anew....
My first closing thought....
Bounty has false advertising.. One sheet didn't NOT clean up my Kool-Aid mess from earlier. One sheet doesn't do DICK for a gallon of grape Kool-Aid!!! You can suck it!!!
And my second...
Ask my cousin Ron if he can still play AND SING my dog has fleas on the guitar.
Good night to all!!!! God bless the King, get rid of that ring, rail me till I sing..blah blah blah...
Signed....
The Jonas Brothers...