Out Of The Dark Ages and Straight Into The Dark

My parents are quite stubborn when it comes to advancing technology. They don't even like to use their answering machine. Computers? NO WAY. My sister did buy them a GPS unit but I have no idea if they have ever used it. Mom finally got a dishwasher a couple of years ago. Does she use it? Rarely. They have, however, learned to enjoy their cell phones. They have the basic version, it dials, it rings. That's all they need it to do. So a few weeks ago when Mom couldn't get it to work, she was really frustrated. She charged it and Dad looked at it, but they just couldn't get it to operate. Finally Mom gave in and went into the local store for their service.

The solution: "Ma'am, have you tried turning it on?"

Yep, I'm laughing.

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Today in Tulsa:
Masen: MOM, oh my gosh, does that sign say geek rescue?
Me: Mimi...its a computer repair company.
Masen: OOHHhhhhhhh. (laugh, snort, laugh)

Yep, that's my straight A student.

What? Huh?

(The Choctaws have changed a policy and I now have to see a psychiatrist before I can have my Zoloft. I need to blog the whole trying to get an appointment episode, but it exhausts me!)Now on to the blogpost:

What does it mean if you go see a "shrink" and she spends the entire time telling you about her life, her divorce, her ex, her struggle as a single parent going back to school and then says its nice to meet you, I'll refill your Rx and call if you need anything????

Do I bill her by the hour?

Priorities

The other day I got up and drove 70 miles one way to pick up vitamin supplements for a horse. (I take Wal-Mart generic)

Chris says I have to add that it was for Masen's horse and NOT his.

Memories

My Dad turned 70 yrs old this spring. It is something that doesn't seem possible to me. In my mind, my parents are still in their 40's and I am still, well, young-ER. But the truth is, we are all moving on. So, when my husband suggested a hunting trip with Dillon and my Dad, I was excited. (OK, so part of the excitement was that it was only for the three of them! HA) I wanted Dillon to have wonderful memories of his PaPa. I wanted him to have something he could share with just the men. Turns out it was a fantastic trip. They loved every second of it. I am not sure who had the best time, all of them had stories they continue to tell anyone who will listen. They plan to do it again. (Special thanks to Texas Hunt Lodge)

Chris took this picture. It is one of my favorites. Dillon and PaPa sitting on a porch swing, in the shade, on a dock, fishing. Ideal.

Hauling Hay

Hog!

Chris, Dillon, and Dad went on a trip. This is what they did for fun.

Summertime

Why Homeland Security Is Looking For Us

While getting ready for our mini vacation in Texas:
Dillon: Mom are we going to look like terrorists again?
Me: What?
Dillon: That's what you said.
Me: Son I don't think I've ever said we look like terrorists.
Dillon: Uh huh. When we were in Florida and you had on that visor thing and that bag that hangs around your waist...
Masen: TOURISTS Dillon TOURISTS!

Where To Start...

Yes, I know I am behind...my sister has let me know! So, where to start...with the depression breakdown I had in early spring? Nah. How about with the getting-an-appointment-at-the-indian-clinic saga I go through every year? Predictable. Or a list of injuries my daughter has incurred, including two trips to the E.R. in Marshall, Texas? Again, predictable! HA. How about I just sum it up and say its been business as usual.

Practicing For The Big Leagues

Tipping his hat to the crowd as he is introduced.

Run That By Me One More Time

Its baseball season! Dillon gets up and ready for our opening day double header and notices his belt is too large. Chris and I are in the bedroom getting shoes on and jackets (soooo cold outside) when D comes in and says:

"Hey Dad, I think you need to get your pole-huncher and fix my belt."

LOL. WHAT??!! Chris kept asking him "what" just to get him to say it again. "You know Dad, the pole-huncher."

Now, for those of you who know my husband, you can imagine the comments - such as..."I am pretty sure that pole-huncher would be more expensive than my hole punch." And - "Dang, he found where I had her hid." AND..well you can see where this is going.

Turns out the belt was adjustable so no pole-hunching was necessary.

I love that kid!

Justifiable??

Is it justifiable assault and battery if I hit my husband with a large object IF, after I fixed his dinner and sat down to watch the OU women's basketball game, he comes in and changes the t.v., WITH me still sitting there, to some testosterone filled shoot someone and have a car chase show he has seen 600 times??

No reason really, just asking.

Siblings

My middle sister has lost alot of weight. She worked hard and looks great. However, it seems to have sparked a little sibling rivalry in my oldest (by 18 months) sister. Ok, I am sure Mid-sis started it by challenging her at Thanksgiving to bring a scale and see who could lose more by Christmas (a challenge that never played out by the way). Mid-sis had bought a mini trampoline, SO, Older decided she needed one. Mis-sis told her - do you think you need to since you just had knee surgery and all? - HA - NOW she was definitely buying it. SOO, Older bought the mini trampoline causing Mid-sis to now tell her - well, you need someone to help you put it together. Its hard. You can't do it alone. - Anyone see where this is going? SOOO Older decided to put it together, alone.

Now, the mini trampoline comes assembled but folded in half like a clam. The idea is to push the opposite sides away from each other pulling the tension tight and popping it into place. Older decided she could do this by putting one end under her couch and crouching and placing her body on the other side. Might have worked too, had the other end not slipped out from under the couch knocking Older in the head, splitting it open requiring super glue, and knocking her loopy for a few minutes.

Score: Mid-sis - 1 Older - 0 (Ultimate winner - ME for knowing better and getting to laugh at both of them)

Who Let Them Out Alone?

Today must have been "man shop alone" day in Wal Mart. I saw more than a handful of men, all alone with their shopping baskets, grocery lists, and cell phones. One was on the phone with his wife asking exactly what does the package look like; another was just parked, confused AND sideways in the narrow aisle; one was muttering to himself something to the effect of "if its not what she wants, I'll just eat it myself!"; and my personal favorite - the one who gave up - he was hijacking women as they walked by, "Hey where's the Lean Cuisine? Hey, where's the olive oil?"

Wonder if it had something to do with the full moon?

March 19, 2011

Happy Birthday Dillon. We spent today (the 19th) in Tulsa first at Toys R Us, then Barnes and Noble, Academy Sports, and finally Bass Pro. Talk about a "boys" day! I love you sweet man. You make me smile everyday.

The One Where He Gets His Mouth Washed Out With a Nice Smelling Masculine Body Wash

Dillon commenting on the "body spray" he got for Christmas:

Hey Dad, smell my Axe.

Sunday Night

Football on the t.v., snow outside, kids bathed, Dillon doing a vocal version of Back in Black, Masen reading a book, and Chris snoring on the couch.

Sounds perfect.

And What Did YOU Win

I received this in the mail from Publishers Clearing House. It reads:

GUARANTEED PRIZE AWARDS

Someone with these (insert my initials) will DEFINITELY WIN

YOU could become the MF who wins a cash prize of $100.00.

(Laughing) Well, OK but if I am going to be THE MF who wins...can't it at least be more than $100.00??!!

Too Smart For Her Daddy's Own Good!

So, Chris was on a roll the other night. Every time I got near him, he smacked me on the rear. I finally told him I was going to rip his eyeballs out if he didn't knock it off. Now, if you know my husband you know that he just took that as a challenge. The next time I walked by:

SMACK

About that time our 12 yr old daughter walks by into the kitchen. As she passes she tosses this over her shoulder:

"You know, Daddy, if you keep doing that I am going to grow up thinking that it's OK."

He hasn't touched me since.