Well, it's been a while since I last posted anything and since nothing MAJOR has developed lately (I guess this is the dog days of summer?) you get a heaping dose of random thoughts.
First of all, can I just say that I love the USA olympic men's swim team? I love that Michael Phelps has a chance to break all kind of crazy records. I love that his mom is so sweet sitting there waving her little American flag for her son. I love that 4 guys defied odds and came from behind to beat the snotty little French guy who said he was going to smash the Americans. At a time of $4 gas and political commercials that make me cringe, I love that my sense of national pride shows up in the unexpected form of 20 something year old boys. I also love the way Michael Phelps looks in his swim pants, but that is probably beside the point. Go USA!
The lovely thing that is Netflix can greatly improve your life. Not completely life changing like the DVR or an ipod, but as in I don't have to deal with the silly people at blockbuster or late fees anymore. However, there is a trickiness to managing your queue on Netflix. Case in point: the hubby and I have been on a Dexter watching marathon. The last episode on the DVD we were currently watching ended on a major cliffhanger. The hubby says, hurry, put in the next DVD. Oh, but hubby, remember you wanted me to get that great comedic film called Harold and Kumar return to Guantanamo Bay? Now we must wait. No problem, right - 2 days tops. Return the movies and wait for the final Dexter DVD to show up in the mailbox. Friday - what a great night for some great TV watching. Kids are settled, Netflix envelope in hand, we prepare to find out just what is going on with the crazy ICE TRUCK KILLER, set up the DVD player, go to pop in the show and ..... Oh no, it's the BEE MOVIE!!! I forgot to update the queue! I just assumed the Dexter DVDs were at the top of the queue. Alas, this was not the case. Now I am sure the Bee Movie is a great little show, but not when you are expecting the case of the ICE TRUCK KILLER to be solved. Oh well, there is always tomorrow's mail.
My oldest daughter is growing up. That fact will hit me when I least expect it. A glance at her in the rearview mirror while she is absentmindedly staring out the window. Listening to her read, or laugh, or talk, or cry. The 2nd grade school supply list. (Blue and black ink pens? What? Where is the nap mat? The jumbo colors?) By the way, she just interrupted this blog post to tell me that she lost a tooth in her sleep. How can you lose a tooth while you sleep? Ok. Enough rhetorical questions for now. Anyway, she brings me a magazine last week (Good Housekeeping) and points to a glossy ad and asks me: mom, what are these for? Yes, it was an Always ad for maxi pads. Hmmm, how to explain this? I kind of said, um, um, for a long time and then with the wisdom of her 7.9 years, she asks me, "are they to protect your vagina?" YES, YES, that is EXACTLY what they are for! What a wake up call for me to be better prepared to answer some of these tough questions. There will be more to come for sure. After talking to a friend or two about this, I discovered one friend of a friend of a friend whose daughter started her period at 10 years old. Wow, just two years away! The horror!
Well, enough randomness for now. My little man also made his 2 month milestone this week. More pictures and info on that to follow quickly!
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