Monday, Monday, Monday! Oh Blessed Monday!

Today started in full speed and I do believe I am a bit dizzy! It's been a busy day to say the least!

DB has only half days of school this week so I am working at home. This is a good thing. I did make the fatal mistake of running into the office today to grab a few things. Those trips are never brief...it seems everyone has just one "quick" question. Not going to make that mistake again tomorrow. Lesson learned!

As I type this message I have the great "treat" of listening to DB and her friends blare the Kids Bop CD! It appears that there are a million Be-Bop songs on this CD and apparently it can only be enjoyed in high decibels!

Any moment now I may get up and bust a move! If you can't beat them...why not join them right????

It seems that my house is the place where all the kids want to be today. It usually is, and I don't mind it at all. It does however make those home office conference calls a bit difficult. I am sure some of my customers must think I operate out of Romper Room.

We are going to cook out on the grill tonight! Yummy! I love food off the grill. I know the grill is usually a man's domain, but I love my grill. I am certain "R" and I will be fighting for grill space tonight as he already informed me that grilling should be left to the men.

My response: My house and my grill...so my rules.

I am seeing a War of the Grill tonight. I love summer foods and cooking out. Pretty soon it will be too darn hot to eat outside. So, I enjoy it while we can! It will be a perfect way to end a Monday!

Well, better go round up the rowdy girls and see if I can convince them to turn down the music! I am seeing a little "backyard" time in their near future!

Happy Monday Streamers!

AM

Yesterday was family day for "R" and me. We took the kids swimming, to play putt putt, then to dinner and a movie. It was a great laid back day....the kind of Saturdays I really enjoy.

We took the kids to see Over the Hedge. This is a very cute and funny movie by the way. I really enjoyed it.

About 30 minutes into the movie these wild groups of teenagers make their entrance into the theater. They are being very loud, but they are teenagers. Everyone looks annoyed, but what are you going to do?

They all pile into the row in front of us. Not only are they now being loud, but they are cussing like a group of Sailors on leave. I swear every word out of their mouths was F this, and F that, and GD this etc... There were even some words that I'm not sure I had ever heard before.

They were not using their "quiet" voices so their little potty mouths were carrying throughout the entire theater. Here we are in a movie theater, watching a children's movie, and it's packed with young kids and their parents. All you can hear is bad word after bad word.

"R" had been squirming in his seat ever since they made their debut. I knew he was biting his tongue, but it was getting a bit out of hand. I wanted to covers the kid’s ears, but I fear even ear plugs would not have kept the filth out.

Finally, "R" has had enough. He leans over to the seats in front of him and quietly and politely says to them, "Hey, can you please keep your voices down and watch the language. There are a lot of young kids in here."

Then I kid you not one of the boys looks at him and smirks and says," F off old man. Mind your own F'ing business asshole!"


At this point I know that "R" would love to grab the kid by his collar and escort him outside. I know he would love even more to shut the kid up with a bunch of unpleasant words. I was a bit nervous as to what would unfold.

The cussing continues and now it's louder because "R" had said something. God, teenagers can be so obnoxious sometimes. And it isn't just the boys talking trash...you should have heard the mouths on these teenage girls. DB would be eating a bar of soap for a year if she ever talked like that.

Finally "R" gets up, just as the man behind us is getting up. They walk outside the theater. They return in moments with a manager who kindly tells the unruly roost that they must exit the theater. Do these kids respond to this adult in authority any differently than they responded to "R"? Of course not.

They are screaming profanity at the manager, yelling at "R" and this other guy and throwing their popcorn and candy around. All the while I am sitting there thinking one thing....

Who the Hell raises kids who talk like this to anyone let alone adults? When did this behavior become "okay"? I mean I was an obnoxious teen at one point, but I would have never, and I mean never talked to an adult that way. My Father would have knocked me into next week if I had. I may not have always liked what the adults had to say, but I was always respectful....always.

There was not an ounce of respect in this group of kids. There was one very quiet kid who smiled at "R" and me nervously. You could tell he was embarrassed. You could tell he knew that the behavior was not acceptable. Yet, he's a teenager...can't expect him to go against his group of peers. They would have destroyed him in a heart beat.

They finally get them out of theater. Thank God for small favors. Our family movie tainted by a group of bad talking idiots. I cannot help but wonder if this happens more often than not...and if we are out there raising a bunch of ignorant little people who think cursing out everyone they meet is cool and acceptable?

And as we passed the group when we were leaving (they apparently were waiting for their parents who had been called to get them) I wondered how many of those kids would get in serious trouble at home for being kicked out of a theater for cussing out a bunch of people? How many of them would end up with a good swift kick to the butt and a good dose of grounding? And then I wondered how many parents would just simply be annoyed that they had to get their kids early and just let it slide???

I don't know. But I do know that the next time I go see a movie I am bringing along some duct tape and some muzzles...just in case!

Happy Sunday Streamers!

AM

It's funny how something can trigger a series of something else's!

Last night "R" and I went to visit friends of ours who recently had a baby. We took over some food and a cutesy little baby gift. We were both pretty tired, so we had decided we would not stay long.

We got there and visited for a while. The baby is so adorable. I just love newborns...they seem so sweet. "R" apparently does too. In moments my "macho" man turned into a big pile of mush.

He was all...goo-goo, gah-gah....basically talking in some weird form of baby language. He was all a glow. It was kind of weird. Weird only because I never expected him to be such a "baby" guy. Yet, he is and in many levels it is sweet.

I was really worn out and kept telling him we should leave. He kept saying, "5 more minutes." He sounded like DB begging for an extension on her bedtime.

Finally I was able to pry the baby boy out of his hands and insisted we needed to leave. I think there was a look of disappointment on his face.

When we got in the car he was going on and on...and freaking on about the baby. I told him I thought it was sweet. (The first 10 times) He then started the following conversation:

R: Don't you ever think about it?

AM: Think about what?

R: Having another baby.

AM: *choking on my own spit* No, not really baby.

He looked at me with astonishment.

R: How could you not think about it?

AM: Ummm...let's see honey. I am a single Mom. Single Mom's never think about it. And if they do there is something seriously wrong them.

I laugh thinking this is funny. "R" ain't laughing. He's getting all serious on me. I know that there is some kind of "talk" coming. I'm tired and honestly not in the mood for a long talk. I try and kiss on his neck and love on him in hopes that I can somehow manage to divert the inevitable. He is having none of it.

R: AM, seriously. Don't you want more kids?

AM: I love kids you know that. But I don't think about it. I mean I have been a single Mom for so long I just haven't thought about it.

R: Don't you think at your age you should think about it?

AM:

Is he telling me I am old? Does he think my ovaries are shrinking up as we speak?? GAWD!

AM: My age?

R: I mean you are 34 honey. Shouldn't you think about it?

AM: Not sure what you are insinuating DEAR. Wait, wait a second...shush and listen...

R: What are we listening for?

AM: My clock....is it ticking? Nope...that's just the car.

I giggle again. He doesn't again.

R: If you don't want to have this conversation I understand. No biggie.

The tone in his voice isn't saying No Biggie. It's telling me that I need to listen to him. I don't want to talk about baby stuff, but I know I need to listen.

AM: Listen, if I were married someday yes, I might think about having another baby. I know that it would be nice to share that with someone I really love. I just have not thought about it much the past years.

R: I think someday I want another child.

AM: You are a great dad.

R: I think it's something we should talk about sometime.

AM: Okay. We can talk about it some day....soon. (Like 2012)

He quiets down and his mood changes and I am hoping I have appeased him enough for the moment.

R is a great Dad. R is a big kid at heart and I am not shocked that he would want more children. I guess I just had not thought about it. I guess my clock isn't ticking right now. Right now I am content with the way my life is. Someday....well, someday is still a long ways away. And as I type this I just realized that "R" is the one with the ticking clock....and maybe I need to be a little more understanding about it.

I also think I should get out that chastity belt and lock up the goods until his baby phase passes. I wonder if he'd notice??


AM

There are days when it's wonderful to be a woman....when you simply relish in it. Then there are days when you might find yourself screaming at Eve, "You just had to eat that apple huh?"

Today I have a big meeting. So, that means a skirt and high heels for me. The good thing about warmer weather is that I don't have to wear the damn pantyhose. I am convinced that some dude invented those contraptions for his own pleasure. If men had to wear those things I bet they wouldn't put the label "sexy" on them anymore!

High heels are another female bonus.

Come on now. You squeeze your toes into these things and pray by the end of the day that you still have a little feeling left in your extremities! I am already tall, 5"7...almost 5"8. When I wear high heels I tower over everyone. I think I have intimidated many a man and woman in these shoes! Look out here comes Amazon woman!

No complaints about skirts. I actually don't mind those and dresses at all. I do however wish that some women would wear skirts long enough to cover their butts, but that is a story for a different day!

Don't even get me started on bras. If I had my way we women would be able to burn them all and just be "free" without anyone caring about it!

"R" asked me the other day if I ever wear a bra around the house. I laughed at him and said, "Not unless I have to!" He seemed puzzled. I told him if he had to wear something tight and constricting to keep his "junk" in tact all day he would want to take it off as soon as he walked into the door too. He still looked puzzled.

I know women are supposed to look and smell pretty. That should be a standard for both sexes. Yet, the whole morning hair, make-up, clothes, lotion and perfume thing is so over rated. There are mornings when I would much rather just get out of the shower, throw on some jeans, and put my hair up in a baseball cap.


I watch "R" get ready in like 10 minutes and he looks great. Yet, we women folk have to go through this ritualistic process just to get out the door. Some mornings I breeze through it with ease, and other mornings I am in my bathroom and bedroom cursing out the whole deal.

Well, I am certain you must think I am just bitching and moaning. I'm really not. I simply think the differences between women and men are interesting to say the least. I just realized as I got ready this morning that it took me an hour to look "presentable" for my meeting. And my dear "R" has TWO meetings today and was in his suit and drinking coffee by the time I got out of the shower.

Maybe tomorrow I will make him put on the skirt, the heels, and a little blusher?? Maybe then he would understand why he has to sit and wait for me all of the time. Not likely to happen, but it is food for thought isn't it??

Have a great day everyone!

AM

Well, I had to take a few days away from blogging and get my act together. I want to thank all of you for your advice, kind words, and prayers. Lord knows I needed all three of the above. Thank you all for being such a wonderful Stream family to me. It truly means a lot.

I had a sudden dose of panic while driving this morning. I just realized in my foggy little pea brain that DB only has two weeks left of school! I am in no way prepared for her summer vacation although she has the year end count down going full speed. Man, where did this school year get to so fast?

She informed me very matter of fact this morning that in a few short weeks she will be home ALL the time! OH NO! I already have her signed up for some camps and she is going to visit some family for 12 days, but other than that....well, let's just say I need to get my butt cracking on her summer "fun" schedule!

Oh to be a kid again and to be anxiously awaiting the sound of that last school bell! I recall that feeling well and honestly there just isn't much like it at all. She is relishing in all the fun year end activities, and well she should. She has worked hard this year, and I am very proud of her. Apparently she is very proud of herself as well. I walked in last night when she was in her room and she was telling herself, while patting her own back how proud she is of herself! It was cute.

She and her friend showed "R" and me last night the routine they are doing for the year end talent show. OMG! I didn't know 8 year olds could move like that. They were singing some Hillary Duff song (Lord help me) and shaking around like they were JLO Juniors in training!

After they finished and proudly bowed..."R" and I had to pick up our jaws from the floor. He looked at me and whispered, "Is that what they are teaching her in ballet?" I was speechless as I am not sure where in the Hell she learned to shake her groove thing like that. I also know that I am going to have to find a way to approach the two girls and somehow convince them to "tone" the hip and butt thing down a bit.

I can just see all the other Mothers (the PTA women who truly adore me) looking at me while she is up on stage doing the Hoochie Dance. I can already visualize the shaking of heads and the whispers. Lord, maybe I can convince DB to just read a poem or something??

Regardless, it shall be interesting. She also informed me last night that she has been invited to "Michael's" birthday party. I called to RSVP and find out that Michael only invited two girls and 14 boys. Is she already making that type of impression on the boys in her class? Should I be scared? Probably. She did inform me that most 4th graders have boyfriends. She will be in the 4th grade next year. Was that her way of gently trying to warm me up to the idea?? I'm in trouble I fear.

Well, better get back to work and go see what the Village Idiots are up to. The past two days have been awful quiet...and silence is not always golden!