November 29, 2011
I am somewhat sure that someone broke into our house this morning. The odd thing is that the only thing they stole was all of our hot water. I just went to take a shower, and about 30 seconds in, it was as if all the toilets in our house flushed at the same time. In fact, my first thought was, "Who flushed the toilet?" My second thought was reality setting in that I was the only one in the house. Unless someone was upstairs helping themselves to our toilet.
THE FLUSH CAME FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE!!
That horror movie line was left on the cutting room floor.
Then I remembered that I have a teenage son. Beth had gotten him up and scooted him into the shower around 6:50. Approximately 7:05, I heard the water still running. Fearing that he may have fallen and hit his head, I rushed downstairs to the shower to find that he was okay. I called out to him that Neptune had called and was running a quart low.
It is, actually, hard to imagine any water supply running low right now as it has rained here almost nonstop since Saturday night. The smaller rivers in the area already have flood warnings and the mighty Ohio River is really high as well.
If water thievery weren't a good enough indicator of me not having any exciting news today, what I am going to share with you next will surely seal the deal.
Looking for an easy dinner option for two people? Here is a recommendation.
I tried something new from The Target this week. It was called Buitoni complete meal for two. It is on sale buy one get the second half price. I think they were $8 apiece making them $12 for two. BUT THEN, if you can find the ones with the $2 off coupon on them, you start to get a really good deal. $4 apiece was more in my price range for trying something new. And, the one we ate last night was quite delicious. Plus, being ravioli, it took like 6-7 minutes to prepare. We tried the chicken and mushroom last night and also bought the shrimp and lobster.
Disclaimer alert, when one of the participants in the "dinner for two" is a teenage boy, your share may be lessened. My goal for the next box will involve an addition of salmon or more plain ravioli or something to try to stretch it out for three of us. I am assuming Beth would like to eat as well.
So there you go. A rainy day in November and nothing going on. I have a coupon for a free donut at Dunkin Donuts since one near us just had a grand opening. Perhaps I will partake and then flop down on the couch to watch Once Upon a Time on DVR. The witch in it is just so evil.
Maybe she stole my water. Hmmmm.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Hold the pepper please
November 27, 2011
Today is Sunday at 6:30am. I have been up for 30+ minutes since I fell asleep at 9:30 last night. I had just taken my Geritol and it makes me drowsy. Plus, the episode of Matlock was not especially intriguing. Yes, I am trying to say I am old. When the reality of the situation is that I am tired.
Why tired? Can't figure it out. I closed at The Target Wednesday night which meant working 2pm-1am. Thanksgiving meant a trip to see Great Aunt Rhetta at 10:30 (who still thinks I am her greatest joy), and then a trip to Cracker Barrel for dinner. Along with the rest of Cincinnati. When we got there, they told us the wait was 97 minutes. 97. I think they chose this arbitrary amount of time to throw us off. First, I doubt very much that the management there had any clue how long it was going to be before they sat us. Second, 97? My theory is that by saying 97 minutes instead of ONE AND A HALF HOURS, they don't get as many upset people.
Beth, being as smart as she is beautiful, decided we needed carryout. This only took about 34 minutes and gave CJ and me time to look at some of the things in the country store there and for him to remind me what a Goofwegian he is. It also gave us time to make fun of people's last names when they were being called to be seated. Our personal best was when they called the Naily family. When they had to call them a second time, we decided they must be out getting hammered.
So after a delicious CB dinner, I took a nap for a couple hours. Then it was off to The Target at 9:30 to be ready to open at midnight. At midnight everyone rushed in and we had a couple of crazy hours until about 3am. Then all the guests went home and went to bed. We waited for the second wave, and waited. My boss finally told me to go home around 7:30. On the way home I heard about some lady using pepper spray on other shoppers to keep them away from what she wanted to buy. I think she was in California and Kelly can probably let us know if everyone in Cali is that cray cray. I do not think the lady remembers that Santa sees you when you are awake too.
I grogged my way through the rest of Friday and even went out with Beth to the mall around 6pm. The mall had a lot of foot traffic, but not many people had shopping bags. Santa arrived while we were there and and had some elves with him who had some rather long faces. I don't know where they go from here if they are unhappy on November 25th. Do they realize that they have 30 days until Christmas?
I was reminded of one of CJ's jokes from our time together Thursday. A horse walked into a bar and the bartender asked him, "Why the long face?" Horse: "Because I have cancer."
At lease we are not paying for his high school education.
I worked again yesterday and those of us who had done the midnight thing on Friday were making the best of it though most of us looked like zombies. It is a good thing we weren't actually zombies as finding human brains to eat on Saturday might have been difficult.
That leads to today and I am off. It will be nice to go to service, get some Chipotle, watch some football, and spend time with Beth and CJ. I was going to rake the rest of the leaves today and clean out the gutters again, but it is raining. Does anyone else hear the couch calling me?
Be right there.
Today is Sunday at 6:30am. I have been up for 30+ minutes since I fell asleep at 9:30 last night. I had just taken my Geritol and it makes me drowsy. Plus, the episode of Matlock was not especially intriguing. Yes, I am trying to say I am old. When the reality of the situation is that I am tired.
Why tired? Can't figure it out. I closed at The Target Wednesday night which meant working 2pm-1am. Thanksgiving meant a trip to see Great Aunt Rhetta at 10:30 (who still thinks I am her greatest joy), and then a trip to Cracker Barrel for dinner. Along with the rest of Cincinnati. When we got there, they told us the wait was 97 minutes. 97. I think they chose this arbitrary amount of time to throw us off. First, I doubt very much that the management there had any clue how long it was going to be before they sat us. Second, 97? My theory is that by saying 97 minutes instead of ONE AND A HALF HOURS, they don't get as many upset people.
Beth, being as smart as she is beautiful, decided we needed carryout. This only took about 34 minutes and gave CJ and me time to look at some of the things in the country store there and for him to remind me what a Goofwegian he is. It also gave us time to make fun of people's last names when they were being called to be seated. Our personal best was when they called the Naily family. When they had to call them a second time, we decided they must be out getting hammered.
So after a delicious CB dinner, I took a nap for a couple hours. Then it was off to The Target at 9:30 to be ready to open at midnight. At midnight everyone rushed in and we had a couple of crazy hours until about 3am. Then all the guests went home and went to bed. We waited for the second wave, and waited. My boss finally told me to go home around 7:30. On the way home I heard about some lady using pepper spray on other shoppers to keep them away from what she wanted to buy. I think she was in California and Kelly can probably let us know if everyone in Cali is that cray cray. I do not think the lady remembers that Santa sees you when you are awake too.
I grogged my way through the rest of Friday and even went out with Beth to the mall around 6pm. The mall had a lot of foot traffic, but not many people had shopping bags. Santa arrived while we were there and and had some elves with him who had some rather long faces. I don't know where they go from here if they are unhappy on November 25th. Do they realize that they have 30 days until Christmas?
I was reminded of one of CJ's jokes from our time together Thursday. A horse walked into a bar and the bartender asked him, "Why the long face?" Horse: "Because I have cancer."
At lease we are not paying for his high school education.
I worked again yesterday and those of us who had done the midnight thing on Friday were making the best of it though most of us looked like zombies. It is a good thing we weren't actually zombies as finding human brains to eat on Saturday might have been difficult.
That leads to today and I am off. It will be nice to go to service, get some Chipotle, watch some football, and spend time with Beth and CJ. I was going to rake the rest of the leaves today and clean out the gutters again, but it is raining. Does anyone else hear the couch calling me?
Be right there.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Life's funnies
November 23, 2011
Things have been a little bat poop crazy at work lately as though there was some sort of holiday shopping day coming up. Fortunately, there have been a couple of funnies that happened at work to make a small part of each day a wee bit less stressful. Now I will share a couple.
A guest came up top me in the movie department and asked if I could help him find a movie. I asked which one and he said, "Secret". I said, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you." He said, "Why not?" Some people just don't get me.
A team member was speaking with our Human Resource Manager one day and asked her if she was leaving for the day. HR lady said, "no, not yet." The team member followed this up with, "when you do go home, will you not be in your office anymore?" For the record, it is fairly common knowledge that HR lady does not live in her office.
Finally, CJ had a friend over yesterday. This friend had a birthday recently for which CJ gifted him a PlayStation Network card and some Snausages. The Snausages were a gag gift since this friend has shared with CJ that he detests the Snausages commercial with every fiber of his being. Ever since we learned that at our house, we randomly yell out, SNAUSAGES whenever this friend comes over. Us, gracious hosts since, like, never.
So I was taking friend home last night and I asked him if he had eaten his Snausages yet. He said no. I asked why he did not want his coat to be thick and shiny. He thought for a second and followed up with, "I guess I could feed them to my coat."
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
The prettiest princess of all was sitting on my front porch
November 1, 2011
I have a couple of updates here to share from October. First, I bought CJ his first razor. It is electric as that is what I use and my dad used. His dad used a sharp rock or something, not sure, it was a long time ago. It is not that CJ has 5:00 shadow every day just yet, it is more that he has 5 day scraggly hair going on. He looks like one of those old men that misses the same little hairs every day. You talk to them and can't stop staring at the long hair next to their ear or under their eye. And he has that bad romance moustache thing going on. You know, when it is obvious that they have a hairy upper lip, but it looks more like something Aunt Edna would have than Uncle Jim.
Needless to say, Beth was a little sad about the razor. She knew he needed one but gets a little more sad each time he takes another step into manhood. THANK GOD he still gives us hugs. When those go away, we will probably get arrested at the mall for randomly hugging little kids.
Speaking of little kids, we had about 180 show up at our house last night for Halloween. Yes, there were plenty of high school kids wearing a tee shirt with a food stain on it saying their costume was "messy eater dude", but there were also plenty of adorable little children. Beth and I always try to exchange in a dialogue about their costume and how cute or scary it is, but most of the kids are just like, "give me the damn candy and shut your pie hole!" They have two hours to collect more candy than their parents normally let them eat in an entire year. The most discussed costumes belonged to a set of 13 year-old twin boys we know who were only attired in Speedos and socks and shoes. At the beginning of the night, it was in the mid 50's. By the end, it had gone into the 40's. Shrinkage? DON'T LOOK!!
Actually, there were way more "trick or treats", and "thank yous", and "happy Halloweens", than there usually are. We truly enjoy that part.
The other thing to share and record for posterity, is that the marching band season concluded this past Saturday at the OMEA State Competition in Columbus. They received a Superior rating. They were only the third band from this high school to complete the season with Superior ratings at all six competitions. Congratulations to the band and all the instructors who worked so hard to make this happen.
CJ has a new app on his IPod that allows him to hack into our home computer and view or interact with whatever is going on. He has even been known to pull up a You Tube video of a cat playing a piano to try to freak us out when we are not looking. When I catch him, I try to interact with him. Today, he pulled up the cat video, and I countered by typing in the You Tube search box, "CJ gets punched in the face". There are actually videos of a CJ out there getting punched, but he is not mine. Yet. He just now hacked in and tried to add lines to this post until I won the contest by typing how he looked like a girl in his costume. The student has not yet bested the master.
Besides, I am wondering why he isn't paying attention in class right now? He forgets that his mom works at the school. I may need to have her go to his classroom and see what shenanigans are going on.
I have a couple of updates here to share from October. First, I bought CJ his first razor. It is electric as that is what I use and my dad used. His dad used a sharp rock or something, not sure, it was a long time ago. It is not that CJ has 5:00 shadow every day just yet, it is more that he has 5 day scraggly hair going on. He looks like one of those old men that misses the same little hairs every day. You talk to them and can't stop staring at the long hair next to their ear or under their eye. And he has that bad romance moustache thing going on. You know, when it is obvious that they have a hairy upper lip, but it looks more like something Aunt Edna would have than Uncle Jim.
Needless to say, Beth was a little sad about the razor. She knew he needed one but gets a little more sad each time he takes another step into manhood. THANK GOD he still gives us hugs. When those go away, we will probably get arrested at the mall for randomly hugging little kids.
Speaking of little kids, we had about 180 show up at our house last night for Halloween. Yes, there were plenty of high school kids wearing a tee shirt with a food stain on it saying their costume was "messy eater dude", but there were also plenty of adorable little children. Beth and I always try to exchange in a dialogue about their costume and how cute or scary it is, but most of the kids are just like, "give me the damn candy and shut your pie hole!" They have two hours to collect more candy than their parents normally let them eat in an entire year. The most discussed costumes belonged to a set of 13 year-old twin boys we know who were only attired in Speedos and socks and shoes. At the beginning of the night, it was in the mid 50's. By the end, it had gone into the 40's. Shrinkage? DON'T LOOK!!
Actually, there were way more "trick or treats", and "thank yous", and "happy Halloweens", than there usually are. We truly enjoy that part.
The other thing to share and record for posterity, is that the marching band season concluded this past Saturday at the OMEA State Competition in Columbus. They received a Superior rating. They were only the third band from this high school to complete the season with Superior ratings at all six competitions. Congratulations to the band and all the instructors who worked so hard to make this happen.
CJ has a new app on his IPod that allows him to hack into our home computer and view or interact with whatever is going on. He has even been known to pull up a You Tube video of a cat playing a piano to try to freak us out when we are not looking. When I catch him, I try to interact with him. Today, he pulled up the cat video, and I countered by typing in the You Tube search box, "CJ gets punched in the face". There are actually videos of a CJ out there getting punched, but he is not mine. Yet. He just now hacked in and tried to add lines to this post until I won the contest by typing how he looked like a girl in his costume. The student has not yet bested the master.
Besides, I am wondering why he isn't paying attention in class right now? He forgets that his mom works at the school. I may need to have her go to his classroom and see what shenanigans are going on.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
I do love the drama
October 27, 2011
One of the things I enjoy doing with my free time is crossword puzzles. While sometimes they make me feel really stupid, I can manage to get through most of them over time. I certainly cannot do them in pen like the brainiacs out there. And, the more you do them, you know some words are more commonly used than others, and that helps.
Every once in a while, the creator of the crossword puzzle impresses me with their cleverness. Sarcasm is a big part of figuring out clues, and that I am familiar with, but also knowing common phrases is helpful. Many times they will take a common phrase and alter it by one letter to change the meaning. Those are fun to play with.
However, the creator of "Take it from the Top", Joe Dipietro, just cracked me up with one of his answers. The puzzle is reprinted in my very local suburban paper, but originally came from The New York Times Magazine.
The clue is, "Proof that a Jersey Shore character has an incontinence problem?" The answer is a commonly used phrase, unaltered, but taken literally. Spoiler alert. If you do not want to see the answer, read the rest of this paragraph with your eyes closed. Answer, "Depends on The Situation."
How funny is that. And sad. These Jersey Shore people have made their way into the New York Times Magazine crossword puzzle as if they are mainstream. Gooz, as June would say. I am frackled, as Duffylou would say.
I had heard that Jersey Shore was the number one show amongst a very large demographic on television, and instantly I felt smarter. Not sure why. Can I feel superior if I continue to watch the Bengals whenever I get the chance? I give Beth a hard time regarding her affinity for reality tv (mostly Hoarders and Intervention and People with Spending Problems), but she fires right back that sports are reality tv. Gooz.
My favorite shows are actually some of the dramas that are popular now: NCIS (reg and LA), CSI, House, Unforgettable, Revenge, Castle, and Pan Am. Wow, I watch a lot of television. Perhaps I should read more. Or take up looking at Facebook. Or go back to video games. Or see what Snooky is up to in People magazine.
Maybe my television viewing is not so bad.
One of the things I enjoy doing with my free time is crossword puzzles. While sometimes they make me feel really stupid, I can manage to get through most of them over time. I certainly cannot do them in pen like the brainiacs out there. And, the more you do them, you know some words are more commonly used than others, and that helps.
Every once in a while, the creator of the crossword puzzle impresses me with their cleverness. Sarcasm is a big part of figuring out clues, and that I am familiar with, but also knowing common phrases is helpful. Many times they will take a common phrase and alter it by one letter to change the meaning. Those are fun to play with.
However, the creator of "Take it from the Top", Joe Dipietro, just cracked me up with one of his answers. The puzzle is reprinted in my very local suburban paper, but originally came from The New York Times Magazine.
The clue is, "Proof that a Jersey Shore character has an incontinence problem?" The answer is a commonly used phrase, unaltered, but taken literally. Spoiler alert. If you do not want to see the answer, read the rest of this paragraph with your eyes closed. Answer, "Depends on The Situation."
How funny is that. And sad. These Jersey Shore people have made their way into the New York Times Magazine crossword puzzle as if they are mainstream. Gooz, as June would say. I am frackled, as Duffylou would say.
I had heard that Jersey Shore was the number one show amongst a very large demographic on television, and instantly I felt smarter. Not sure why. Can I feel superior if I continue to watch the Bengals whenever I get the chance? I give Beth a hard time regarding her affinity for reality tv (mostly Hoarders and Intervention and People with Spending Problems), but she fires right back that sports are reality tv. Gooz.
My favorite shows are actually some of the dramas that are popular now: NCIS (reg and LA), CSI, House, Unforgettable, Revenge, Castle, and Pan Am. Wow, I watch a lot of television. Perhaps I should read more. Or take up looking at Facebook. Or go back to video games. Or see what Snooky is up to in People magazine.
Maybe my television viewing is not so bad.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Gotta catch em all!!
October 25, 2011
Have you heard enough about my son and the high school marching band? Quite enough? Well, too bad. This is essentially a blog for him to read after I die in a horrible disfiguring accident, so let's keep it about him and how proud I am of him.
(I just spelled "die", "dye" up there and for the record, I would rather not anyone use RIT dye to make me another color after I am hit by a truck. Not classy.)
Did you ever see the uplifting movie starring Michael Keaton called My Life? It came out in 1993 and was about Keaton's character with a baby on the way discovering he had a life-threatening disease. Keaton, not the baby. He (Keaton, not the baby) decided to video tape pieces of wisdom for his child to watch and get to know his/her now dead father. A real laugh riot this movie. Anyway, that is what I thought of after my opening paragraph up there. For the record, my birth certificate does not have an expiration date, and I do not have a countdown timer on my arm telling me that I have only a specific amount of time on planet Earth; so that was just me being morbidly funny. And that is why you cannot drink coffee and read my blog since you may spew it on your screen with the jocularity and all.
So last Saturday was another band competition. We traveled to Newark, Ohio for this one. The site was Versailles High School. I am assuming there are no classy people reading this blog, so I do not need to explain that no one pronounces it like a city in France here in Ohio. We were at Ver-sales high school.
It was a 2 hour drive during which Beth and I were really nervous. The drum line was going to be short two people. The second snare has been ill, and the first tenor had a state tournament soccer game. The young lady playing second snare has missed a couple competitions as her illness was somewhat serious (she is doing way better now), but CJ has never played in a competition alone without his tenor buddy. And, they were trying to be the first drum line from this high school to take the "Best Percussion" award at all five of their competitions.
As it turns out, Beth and I were way more nervous than CJ was, and the drum line played that funky music like a bunch of white boys and brought home the title again. I would put their names in here with hearty congratulations, but I do not use real names without permission. They have given themselves nicknames based on Pokemon characters, but I do not know all of them. So congratulations to Geodude, Squirtle, Syther, Charizard, Eevee, Arcanine, Machop, Ash, and Magicarp. Gotta catch em all! Done.
Have you heard enough about my son and the high school marching band? Quite enough? Well, too bad. This is essentially a blog for him to read after I die in a horrible disfiguring accident, so let's keep it about him and how proud I am of him.
(I just spelled "die", "dye" up there and for the record, I would rather not anyone use RIT dye to make me another color after I am hit by a truck. Not classy.)
Did you ever see the uplifting movie starring Michael Keaton called My Life? It came out in 1993 and was about Keaton's character with a baby on the way discovering he had a life-threatening disease. Keaton, not the baby. He (Keaton, not the baby) decided to video tape pieces of wisdom for his child to watch and get to know his/her now dead father. A real laugh riot this movie. Anyway, that is what I thought of after my opening paragraph up there. For the record, my birth certificate does not have an expiration date, and I do not have a countdown timer on my arm telling me that I have only a specific amount of time on planet Earth; so that was just me being morbidly funny. And that is why you cannot drink coffee and read my blog since you may spew it on your screen with the jocularity and all.
So last Saturday was another band competition. We traveled to Newark, Ohio for this one. The site was Versailles High School. I am assuming there are no classy people reading this blog, so I do not need to explain that no one pronounces it like a city in France here in Ohio. We were at Ver-sales high school.
It was a 2 hour drive during which Beth and I were really nervous. The drum line was going to be short two people. The second snare has been ill, and the first tenor had a state tournament soccer game. The young lady playing second snare has missed a couple competitions as her illness was somewhat serious (she is doing way better now), but CJ has never played in a competition alone without his tenor buddy. And, they were trying to be the first drum line from this high school to take the "Best Percussion" award at all five of their competitions.
As it turns out, Beth and I were way more nervous than CJ was, and the drum line played that funky music like a bunch of white boys and brought home the title again. I would put their names in here with hearty congratulations, but I do not use real names without permission. They have given themselves nicknames based on Pokemon characters, but I do not know all of them. So congratulations to Geodude, Squirtle, Syther, Charizard, Eevee, Arcanine, Machop, Ash, and Magicarp. Gotta catch em all! Done.
Friday, October 21, 2011
What about Santa Grandma?
October 21, 2011
I know I promised a photo shoot, but two things have prohibited this from happening. Number one, Jane spoke for all of you and said you like me just the way I am. Me Steve, love Jane.
Number two, I tried to download a link to one of the Geico cavemen posing without a shirt and it was possible, but made you jump through some hoops to get to look at it. I know you make time to come here as an aside to your busy day, so any extra time spent would not be worth it. You get the idea though-Geico caveman.
I would never put any body shots of myself online anyway, but after I weighed myself yesterday, that seriously not gonna happen. I told you guys that I weigh 160, but in reality I weigh 166. I KNOW! If they sent me to a fat farm, they would have to turn it into a ranch! The only trip I made out of the house yesterday was to the grocery store to buy Fritos, animal crackers, Mission tortilla strips, and waffle fries. And this was after I weighed myself. I may need an intervention.
What? Guys whining about weighing 166 pounds is not evoking sympathy? Oh. Okay. Moving on.
Wednesday night, I had to sit Beth and CJ down and have a stern talk. At 3:30, CJ was supposed to do homework while Beth and I ran to The Target, and by the time we returned, he was not very far along. Distracted much? The key to homework, I think, is to do it right when you get home since later on there is either band practice or his brain is starting shut down procedures. This was on display Wednesday as he was having trouble doing math-his best subject-and then Beth tried to help him. For the record, Beth is the math tutoring guru at the high school, so he is lucky to have her as a resource, but after a certain time she starts to get short with him if he is not getting it fast enough.
Finally, I explained to both of them, that being on vacation for me meant not having to listen to this kind of bickering bs.
The great thing about these two though, is that after homework was done, 30 minutes later they were giggling together about some nonsense on You Tube. Whew.
So last night was my turn to help CJ with homework since all it entailed was quizzing him on vocabulary words. Other than the fact that reading CJ's writing and discerning his spelling can be a challenge, it was an easy assignment for me. Until he got slap happy and I tried to remain serious while he gave me definitions such as this:
disposition-how I am laying on the couch right now
deride-Millennium Force at Cedar Point
buffoon-dad
antiquated-dad again
His test is today. I guess we can look forward to another year as a freshman in high school. Class of 2015, not so much.
The other thing he and I did together yesterday was go to the dentist. It was his six month cleaning, but it took a little longer since he still had a baby tooth in his head. His dentist was asking me if I wanted him to pull it, and I was all heck yeah! That sucker should have been out of there ages ago. Use a hammer if you have to, or some rusty pliers. Why rusty ones, not sure.
So out it came. Dr. L. assured me that he did not use a hammer, he finds his right elbow to be enough force to jar teeth loose. I think he used to be a professional wrestler. The surprise was that CJ refused the offer to bring the tooth home to put under his pillow. I told him that since Grandma is going through this dementia thing, a baby tooth may be worth $40. He still declined. Too cool now for the Tooth Grandma. Growing up too fast.
Then he got in the car for deride home.
I know I promised a photo shoot, but two things have prohibited this from happening. Number one, Jane spoke for all of you and said you like me just the way I am. Me Steve, love Jane.
Number two, I tried to download a link to one of the Geico cavemen posing without a shirt and it was possible, but made you jump through some hoops to get to look at it. I know you make time to come here as an aside to your busy day, so any extra time spent would not be worth it. You get the idea though-Geico caveman.
I would never put any body shots of myself online anyway, but after I weighed myself yesterday, that seriously not gonna happen. I told you guys that I weigh 160, but in reality I weigh 166. I KNOW! If they sent me to a fat farm, they would have to turn it into a ranch! The only trip I made out of the house yesterday was to the grocery store to buy Fritos, animal crackers, Mission tortilla strips, and waffle fries. And this was after I weighed myself. I may need an intervention.
What? Guys whining about weighing 166 pounds is not evoking sympathy? Oh. Okay. Moving on.
Wednesday night, I had to sit Beth and CJ down and have a stern talk. At 3:30, CJ was supposed to do homework while Beth and I ran to The Target, and by the time we returned, he was not very far along. Distracted much? The key to homework, I think, is to do it right when you get home since later on there is either band practice or his brain is starting shut down procedures. This was on display Wednesday as he was having trouble doing math-his best subject-and then Beth tried to help him. For the record, Beth is the math tutoring guru at the high school, so he is lucky to have her as a resource, but after a certain time she starts to get short with him if he is not getting it fast enough.
Finally, I explained to both of them, that being on vacation for me meant not having to listen to this kind of bickering bs.
The great thing about these two though, is that after homework was done, 30 minutes later they were giggling together about some nonsense on You Tube. Whew.
So last night was my turn to help CJ with homework since all it entailed was quizzing him on vocabulary words. Other than the fact that reading CJ's writing and discerning his spelling can be a challenge, it was an easy assignment for me. Until he got slap happy and I tried to remain serious while he gave me definitions such as this:
disposition-how I am laying on the couch right now
deride-Millennium Force at Cedar Point
buffoon-dad
antiquated-dad again
His test is today. I guess we can look forward to another year as a freshman in high school. Class of 2015, not so much.
The other thing he and I did together yesterday was go to the dentist. It was his six month cleaning, but it took a little longer since he still had a baby tooth in his head. His dentist was asking me if I wanted him to pull it, and I was all heck yeah! That sucker should have been out of there ages ago. Use a hammer if you have to, or some rusty pliers. Why rusty ones, not sure.
So out it came. Dr. L. assured me that he did not use a hammer, he finds his right elbow to be enough force to jar teeth loose. I think he used to be a professional wrestler. The surprise was that CJ refused the offer to bring the tooth home to put under his pillow. I told him that since Grandma is going through this dementia thing, a baby tooth may be worth $40. He still declined. Too cool now for the Tooth Grandma. Growing up too fast.
Then he got in the car for deride home.
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