Dance class

Have you ever wanted to crawl into a hole when one of your children repeat what you have said?? And even worse.......they repeat it to the person you were talking about????

One day my sister called. She asked if I wanted to accompany her to a pole dancing class. My first thoughts were, "I should go just for the comedy factor". I told her to get me the details, and I would meet her there!

I then called my mom! "Mom, my sister is going to a pole dancing class. She has a few friends who have gotten really strong stomach muscles taking these classes, and even better....I'm gonna watch her dance!!!! Have you ever seen HER dance?? That should be funny itself!!"

My poor sister was born with white-woman feet. She's definitely rhythmically challenged!!! So....I was gonna go!

Unfortunately my sister didn't get me the direction in time. So I stayed home that night. The following Sunday we were at my parents' for a family function. My daughter says to my sister, "How was your dancing class? My mommy says you are an awful dancer!" .......I sucked in my breath. Crap! Did I actually say that?? And what the heck is my girlfriend telling my sister for!!!!

"Girlfriend", I tell my daughter, "I said your auntie is 'rhythmically challenged, I didn't say she was an awful dancer"

"Yes you did mommy", says my girlfriend.

"Ummm...no I didn't."

Thankfully, her brother comes to the rescue and repeats what I said. Whew!!! Homeboy has my back!!!!

My sister then turns to my girlfriend and says, "It's ok. I know I'm not a good dancer. And ya know what? Some of the women asked me to go dance somewhere else...cuz my dancing was throwing them offbeat. They were too busy watching me and my 2 left feet".

LOL..I was saved. I told you she has two left feet! :)

Cool Kid Club

I noticed MooMoo had papers in his pocket last Friday, so I asked for him to take them out. The following note was in his pocket. Apparently he passed this note to a fellow classmate. The Red writing...is the kid's response to MooMoo's note. LOL ....apparently...he wasn't impressed.

Boys for Sale.......

Ok, So I have two teenage boys. And ya know...I'm their mom, of course I think they are handsome! I still get this funny feeling though when I hear strangers comment on the boys, and how cute they are.

I've been into the mall on a few occasions with my sons. While paying the cashier asks, "is that your son?".

To which I reply, "yes".

"Oh.....he is SOOOOO Handsome".

LOL. I laugh and think to myself, "I know!"

Today I was making up little advertisements for my business. And ya know what? I'm gonna send my handsome boys into the mall and surrounding areas handing out my advertisements. I'm hoping that the girl near the espresso machine is so enamored with their looks, that they'll stick my label on their machine and call me for service.

.....I know....PATHETIC.....

Friendly Game anyone????

Saturday morning I woke up early and went to Moo-Moo's game. He plays t-ball for Park & Rec, and his team is called the "Cubs". After the game, the coach always calls together the team for a lil talk. It usually entails what is coming up the following week.

"Next week we don't have a game. So Saturday we are going to have a game. Mom's vs. the team", says the coach.

Moo-Moo looks over at me and starts giggling. "I'm gonna kick your butt, mom!"

To which I replied, "Ummmm...no you aren't. You better get to practicing, cuz I'm gonna hit it out of the ball field".

He looks at me and rolls his eyes. (I swear, the nerve of this kid!!) "Mom, they aren't going to let you use the tee". R-I-G-H-T......like I REALLY NEED the tee!! I can't believe the crap this kid is talking to me!!!!!

"Moo-Moo, you better stop talking that trash. In fact tomorrow, why don't we 'practice' with our family?" He was TOTALLY game for that.

I got home and called the aunt, uncle, cousins, and grandparents. They called their neighbors and anyone else they thought would want to play and it was set. Sunday 5pm, Riverside.

Moo-Moo was sooooo excited. He could barely contain himself. That's all he talked about. How I wasn't going to be able to hit. What "his" team name was going to be. What "my" team name was going to be. Who was going to beat who. How he was going to get his brothers all on his team. It was soo funny, and sooo much fun.

There was a lot of trash-talking on the field. Everyone had such a good time! After about 5 innings, the adults were about done. They sure did give the kids a run for their money though!! And ya know.....I actually think Moo-Moo...may be sweating playing against me next week. LOL...now that he saw I do NOT need the tee!!!!

Hunk a hunk of Burning Love??

So this weekend I was driving my sweet lil ones to their dad's. This gives us a perfect opportunity to talk about whatever they want. My lil one, I call him Moo-Moo, asked me if I would write down his birthday wish list. (He's such a planner, his bday is not til the end of June!) I told him I would love to.

He started naming off what he wants:

Dirt bike

Robot you can ride in (whatever that is!)

Starwars toys

Batman toys

Superman toys

Elvis outfit

Elvis outfit?????? Are you kidding me???? What the heck is that??? "ummmm....Moo-Moo, what the heck is an 'Elvis outfit'?"

He looks at me with all sincerity and says "you know...the white outfit with a bunch of silver hanging off it. Oh ya mom.....and don't forget the Elvis toys that go with it!"

HUH?????????????????????? Elvis toys that go with it? Seriously, what is that? Images of empty pill bottles are surfacing in my head!!!! I'm not sure what he is talking about "Elvis toys that go with it", and quite frankly, I"m afraid to ask!!

Moo-Moo's birthday is 2 months away. This does give me time to find a pattern, cut it out, and start sewing away. I have called in the troops for help. I called my mom yesterday to let her know what his wishes are, and what I thought the best plan of action is! Hopefully with her help, we can get this done. Plus** I just may be able to talk him into wearing this for Halloween, and I will be all set for him!

I'm not sure where this 7-yr old comes up with these ideas. ( I think it is TOOO many trips to Vegas with his dad, personnaly!) I did remember that one of the last times I was in Vegas I found some sunglasses that had Elvis sideburns on them, so hopefully I will be able to chalk that up to the "elvis toys that go with it".