There are pros and cons to joining and using Facebook. Though many use Facebook to shamelessly promote the wonderful accomplishments and adorable looks of two incredibly beautiful boys . . .er, um, I mean, many use Facebook to promote themselves and/or their family in some way, shape or form. Of course, I’ve merely observed this practice with Facebook. I would never use Facebook to do such a thing.
Then, there are others who use Facebook to entertain. One person steps up to the stand, hand selects others to join him in a quest for intelligent conversation, strange ideas, mind-bending questions, vanity tags, junk, bacon, cookies, euphemisms and a passion for Regretsy. Well, some folks and I have met this person. We call him: Thread Master.
Thread Master has stitched together a plethora of people, mingling within various Threads. The Thread Master’s accomplishment is no small feat, either. Others, myself included, have tried to create one’s own group of ‘threaders’, only to find the deafening sound of crickets.
Yes, I bow down to the Thread Master, who has managed countless threads for over a year. And, as I bow, I find it hard not to compare my Thread Master to ‘Toy Story’.
As a matter of fact, it is as if we (the Threadheads) are living a version of Toy Story. Our Thread Master is the Claw, and we are the Aliens.
Threadheads: “The Claw!”
Threadhead #1: “The Claw is our master.”
Threadhead #2: “The Claw chooses who will go and who will stay.”
Alien: “I have been chosen! Farewell, my friends. I go on to a better place.”
When a new Alien joins the thread:
Threadhead #1: “A Stranger.”
Threadhead #2: “From the outside.”
All Threadheads: “Oooooooooooooh.”
And like the Aliens, those within the Thread know Nirvana is found within the mystic portals.
The ‘Claw’ turned 40 this week. And, I am taking this opportunity to salute him and thank him for providing great fun and entertainment. I am honored to be an Alien, er Threadhead, and I am glad the Thread Master chose me. “Bawk! Bawk!”
This week, Friday ends Father’s Day week. Many shows focused on Dads, including CBS Sunday Morning. During an interview with Bill Gates, Bill said, ‘I aspire to be like my Dad.’ Based on Bill’s comment, I believe it is common boys want to be like their Dads, and girls want to be like their Moms. Makes sense.
Well, I am so very glad I had boys. Moreover, I am so very glad I married a good man. I think I am a good Mom, and I believe I have some admirable qualities. Still, I can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, because my boys are more likely to aspire to be like their Dad than they are to aspire to be like me, their Mom. That’s not to say I don’t have to worry about my actions or the example I set before my kids.
The more I think about it, my boys (assuming they are heterosexual, of course) will probably look for girlfriends that have qualities mirroring me. Hmmm . . . interesting. Oh, and the fact that I will one day – possibly – be a mother-in-law?! Mwahahaha . . . Oh the power! She better do her best to make me like her.
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Fireflies. Yes, this past week, my boys and I went hunting for fireflies. With the agreement the fireflies would be let go the next day, I told the boys they could keep the fireflies in their room for the night. (Safely contained in a cup with a lid, of course.)
The next morning, the boys woke up and sat around with their fireflies. At some point in the morning, Charlie went to get his milk out of the fridge. While we were eating breakfast, Joe went to the fridge to get his milk. “Why is this in here?” He asked, as he pulled Charlie’s cup of fireflies out off the fridge.
“Charlie!” I yelled, fearing the fireflies met a cold demise. “Why did you put your fireflies in the fridge?” Apparently, when he went to get his milk, he had too many things in his hands; so, he put down the fireflies (in the fridge) in exchange for his milk. I opened the lid and I noticed that most of the fireflies were not moving, though one large firefly was moving slightly.
Because the container had been in the fridge for at least an hour, I was not optimistic; still, in an attempt to ‘defrost’ and save the fireflies, I took the cup o’flies outside and placed it in the sun. Happily, within 30 minutes, the fireflies were active again. And, later that day, the boys let the fireflies go – all still alive and flying.
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Joe and his pet slug
This week, as I drove through various subdivisions, I noticed several kids outside selling various things from their driveway. I saw kids selling water and lemonade, and I saw a group of kids having a mini-garage sale. I remember lemonade stands from my childhood. Seems a rite of passage, trying to make a little change by selling something from your driveway.
As for me, I’ve always been a strange kid. And, my attempt with a sales stand was a pretty good indication of how strange I was as a kid. What did I try to sell? Worms. Yeah, um, I didn’t make any money that day. Hmm . . . I wonder where Joe gets is fondness for worms and bugs? Perhaps he’ll have a bug stand in our driveway one day. May he have better luck with sales than I did.
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Charlie went to the doctor for his 4yr check-up, this week. The poor kid had to have five shots. Five. Before he received the shots, he was asking everyone he saw, “Are you going to give me a shot today?” And, because he was asking the wrong person, the person could answer honestly, “No.” However, when the last nurse left us in the patient room, Charlie became increasingly nervous. “Why are we sitting here still?” He asks. And, then I broke the news to him.
The crying started as soon as he received the sad news. And, he was still whimpering when the nurse walked in the room. My heart ached for him. I remember my childhood shots. I remember starting the tears as soon as I saw the doctor press the button for his assistant. All he had to do was press. the. button. WAAAAAAAH!!!!!
During the shots, I held his hands and tried my best to reassure him he was going to be OK. Seeing and hearing Charlie cry and scream broke my heart. Like selling things from your driveway, seems getting shots is another type of rite of passage. I believe in the immunization practice, and I believe I am doing what is best for our boys. Still. Shots suck, and watching your children get shots sucks more than getting a shot.
Thankfully, the boys won’t get shots again (baring any unforeseen incidents and accidents) until their 11th birthday. Coincidentally, Joe asked me this morning, “Mommy. Will the shots hurt as much or less when I am 11?” Poor kid. His next shot is in 6yrs, and he is already concerned. (He takes after his Mom.)
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While driving to the Optician’s office to pick up Joe’s new lenses for his glasses, we stopped at a red light. Apparently, Joe was admiring the trees along the side of the road.
“Mommy!” He exclaimed. “Guess what I just saw?”
“What?” I asked.
“A caterpillar.”
“You were able to see a caterpillar in those trees?” I asked, wondering how he could see something so small from across the way.
“Well,” he began. “I have eaten alot of carrots this week. Can I have more tonight?”
You’re going to visit again soon, I can feel it. Moreover, my husband and kids are starting to feel it. Seems the wind has changed direction and grown gusty. And, unlike the wind that carries Mary Poppins, this wind is coming from the west. In fact, Admiral Boom has raised the storm signals, indicating heavy weather brewing.
Emotional about Joe ‘graduating’ from Suzann’s house and Charlie’s 4th birthday, this week is already a heap of haphazard hormones. And now, because you are coming for a visit, bloating, crabbiness and cravings of crap have started to encroach. Mother Nature, you are the perfect storm.
The Publix tagline, “Where shopping is a pleasure” is grating on my nerves more than ever this week. And, I saw a commercial for pads where the pad is compared to athletic wear. ATHLETIC WEAR! To quote the commercial, “Only Stayfree Ultra-Thins have Thermo Control Designed with the comfort of athletic fabrics in mind. Stayfree Thermo Control quickly wicks moisture away, for exceptional dryness.”
Mother Nature, did you notice I provided a hyper-link to Stayfree’s product line in the previous paragraph? That link will allow you to see the stupid ad for yourself.
Ah yes, the week before the week you knock on my door, a time when friends are made and relationships improve. NOT!
And Mother Nature, don’t go trying to tell me about those women who no longer have you knocking on their door. I am in no mood to hear about how it could be worse or how other womanly hormonal experiences may be more annoying. You just hold off on that discussion for two weeks or so. Don’t look at me funny, either. I may just burst into tears.
Love,
Me
P.S. I should mention, one benefit to your visit, Mother Nature, is the fact that frustration hits quickly and can lead to instant results. I just loaded up two boxes of stuff to take to Goodwill, because I was tired of looking at all of it. I haven’t a clue what I threw in the boxes, out of frustration; hopefully, I won’t go looking for any of it in the next two weeks. Hmm . . . where’s my laptop? Uh-oh.
There are pros and cons to joining and using Facebook. Though many use Facebook to shamelessly promote the wonderful accomplishments and adorable looks of two incredibly beautiful boys . . .er, um, I mean, many use Facebook to promote themselves and/or their family in some way, shape or form. Of course, I’ve merely observed this practice with Facebook. I would never use Facebook to do such a thing.
As a matter of fact, it is as if we (the Threadheads) are living a version of Toy Story. Our Thread Master is the Claw, and we are the Aliens.
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