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Touch My Hilariousness
February 29, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
Here I am thinking I’m all done with posting today and what jumps up and smacks me in the face? The Internet. What does it bring me? Lovely goodies of hilariousness. Normally I don’t post videos of songs to the site. OK, sometimes I don’t. But I heard the new song from MC on the way home from the ER (see previous post) and thought, hm. Cute diddy. Could grow on me.
Now, I loves me some MC (that’s Mariah Carey to you people living under moss and limestone). And I loves me some 30 Rock. More importantly, I loves me some Kenneth the Paige from 30 Rock. What happens when the two collide?
My GOD, I think I just peed my pants a little.
Brief Intermission
February 29, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
Booger decided she wanted to up and get viral pneumonia this week. So, for the past few days, she and I have been residents at the local ER and observation area for amoxicillan and lots and lots of breathing treatments. While having a sick kid is never fun, having a sick kid in the ER is a frightening place to be. Not to say I’ve never been in this situation before – I do have kids (plural), kinda comes with the territory. But to have one who became so violently ill so fast and be so tiny, and then having words thrown around like “chest x-ray” and “fluid around lungs” and “doesn’t look good”… Let’s just say that’s a place I don’t want to be again any time soon. It could have been a lot worse. But I don’t want to be in whatever place a lot worse is either.
When she did finally start looking like the munchkin I’m used to having terrorize the house, I was glad I’d recently recorded a little home movie of her entertaining Mooter and I with a little dinnertime sing-a-long in case I needed a pick-me-up upon returning from the sick ward. Boy, did I ever.
FEAR No. 013 – A Change Gon’ Come
February 26, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
Over the past week, my city’s basketball team has gone through a drastic roster change. Players the town grew to know, love, maybe dislike at some point, and watch grow into a playoff and championship team were shipped away in less than 24 hours’ notice. The city was used to it. The star player was not. It took a few games, but it looks like things may be on the mend. The team is talking to each other, figuring each other out, learning to play as a unit. It looked as though that might not be the case there for a minute.
BFam, being the avid sports watcher he is, is boycotting the team. He refuses to watch a bunch of strangers trying to behave as if five traded members were never there. He was shocked and angered by the change. How could you break up something that, on most levels than not, looked to be working?
Looks can be deceiving.
Wii Are Stupid
February 22, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
For a moment here of late, I’d been Wii-less. My children, spawns of the 21st century, are quite fascinated with gadgets. This, other than their hairlines and squishy noses, is yet more unwavering proof that they are indeed the seeds of their father. I can officially tear off their price tags, throw away their receipts and put them in my closet. In their quest to make me the first thirty-year-old woman to live in an assisted living home, a shiny button was pressed or cord pulled or tripped on – depends on who you ask, really. Mooter says, “I NO do it, Mom.” Booger says, “Emashoosh um shimbok um Emmo shickem.” Booger basically told on herself with that one.
After weeks of waiting for the Nintendo gods to bless my household with more opportunities to box, golf and rescue stars, the Wii returned home. Not long afterward, this was announced. Being one who likes to research, I’ve heard more than enough stories of Wii-related injuries. I can only see a legitimate exercise game on a platform the size of a bathroom scale increasing the likelihood of such injuries. But I’m all for anything that makes me shake my big butt down a pants size.
If only I could bring my Wii to work and have an accidental Wii-related injury with an unsuspecting victim. One can dream.
Milestones and Miracles
February 21, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
A few days ago, Booger learned to jump from her crib. We know she jumped because of the sound she made when she hit the floor. Due to the shock and adrenaline from successfully connecting a thought in her brain into one of action, she didn’t cry. She also, miraculously, broke no bones. This is not to say she went without pain as she pointed out what I could only imagine was a stinging, burning sensation to her chin as she cradled it and exclaimed, “FACE! FACE!” which sounded more like “FAISH!”
Being the parent of more than one of these knuckleheads, I knew it wouldn’t be long before a dare became a habit. Not one to disappoint, Booger has now found her calling in life as a professional body-building-cat burglar as she can shimmy down the bars of her crib after hoisting the entire lower quadrant of her body by balancing one arm on the top half on a steady horizontal beam. So far, I’ve asked her once to show me how she gets out. She swings half her body around the beam before dropping back into the crib feigning crippling paralysis before demanding I “pit up!”. Just when I’m on my fiftieth “no” to her “pit up” I realize that I gave birth to someone who falls into the April-May calendar zodiac which means I’d better give up while I still have my sanity.
As she’s mastering her way into a big girl bed and, ultimately, her big sister’s room, I can’t help but relish in the bliss her father and I will feel once we know she is Nadia Com?neci in a Onesie. For you see, this bliss is a precursor to the ceremonious pairing of the Mooter-Booger combo package. One room. One bunk bed. Once we are fully assured she won’t go tumbling from something with no bars, the circle of life will be complete. I have been practicing my happy dance.
For now, my dance is reserved as she isn’t truly ready yet. Sure she’s sneaking out so quietly that even I can’t hear her when I’m on the phone with my mother and am all of a sudden interrupted by the sound of “Hell-o? Mummy? Meeshamoosh sham shabiccalumee? Appo? Hell-o?” from the wee little midget in pigtails who discovered the other phone by the nightstand. Sure I caught her one night having opened my drawer to retract a pen and pad to diagram her escape route to post for other nineteen-month-olds on the internet. And, yes, she can crawl out while singing songs from these funny looking creatures. Is she professional enough, AGILE enough to accomplish ANY of this on a nightly basis without causing her family a trip to the emergency room?
No. The kid stays in the crib.
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