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Friday Rabble Babble

~ Lenore Diane ~ Leave a comment

FYI: This post does not pertain to my journey.

What a week! If comedy is found in tragedy, this week was the creation of the funniest movie ever. Holy smokes. This week is the inspiration for the following poem:

A Haiku poem
Is not the biggest challenge
Leave that to your life

Great Smoky Mountains, Photo by Angela

Not denying the crap of this week, today I am focusing on fun things, positive things and of course – ice cream. And, I thank Angela for letting me use pictures she took while enjoying the Great Smoky Mountains. Her picture is a great reminder that amidst all the crap is beauty.

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I share much too much all the time. So please, do not be shocked that I am sharing the following.  Here goes . . . While watching TV with the boys, I caught a wiff of something icky. Trying to instill politeness in my boys, I asked, “Did one of you just pass gas?” Then I requested, “Please say excuse me.” Joe responded quickly by standing up, bending over and saying, “It wasn’t me. See? Smell my butt.”

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Rob is usually the one that gives the boys baths. The boys tend to request their Dad, because I don’t let them splash as much. However, Rob was gone during bath nights this week, so bathing the boys was up to me.

To the boys’ surprise, I made their bath night a bubble bath night. Does one ever outgrow a bubble bath? Sure, as an adult you may not allow yourself a bubble bath, but seriously – bubble baths are awesome! And the boys? They had a blast.

When Rob returned, the boys told him all about the bubble baths, and they asked if he could give them a bubble bath ‘like Mommy’. I think Rob was a little shocked by the excitement of the boys, because ‘fun’ and ‘Mommy’ don’t always go together, especially during bath time.

Now, I have to remember to pick up more bubble bath supplies. If there are no bubble bath supplies come bath night, the boys will surely put me back in the ‘bath time’ doghouse.

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Ben and Jerry’s Rocks
How I love the flavor ‘Smores
Ice cream makes me smile

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The Smoking Smoky Mountains, Photo by Angela

I took the boys to the library this week. It was neat to see how each one decided on which books to take hom. Charlie, the youngest, just pulled random books off the shelf. And Joe? Joe pulled books off the shelf and examined the book cover. If the cover didn’t thrill him, he quickly put the book back.

When browsing for books in a library, you have to literally pull the book off the shelf to see the cover. Rarely, do I walk into a library not knowing what book I am going to get, so I do not judge the book by the cover. However, if I go to a book seller, like Barnes and Noble, I will often walk up and down the new release or best seller aisles to ‘see’ what interests me.

I have purchased many books based on the cover. And, as you might guess, not all the ‘neat’ covers were good books. Still, I find it hard not to judge something by the outer appearance. Music, books, food, houses, people, etc. – all of those things are packaged in a way to grab your attention and make an instant judgment. Sometimes you get it right; sometimes you get it wrong. By the way, “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time” by Mark Haddon is a great book. Odd title. Odd cover page. Great book.

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Have Strength and Have Hope
And Have Determination
And Perseverance

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“Mommy,” says Joe. “Today is a special day, because it rained. So, I think we should eat on the floor in the living room.”

“Mommy,” says Joe. “Today is a special day, because I colored a very pretty picture. So, I think we should look for fireflies tonight.”

Such is Joe’s take on life. He doesn’t need a national holiday or a birthday celebration to make a day special. A rainy day or a day spent coloring is a good enough reason to consider the day special, according to Joe.

Yesterday, Joe came home and said, “Mommy. Today is a special day, because Megan pooped on the potty three times. So, can we have ice cream?”

May you find special moments in your day and throughout your weekend. And, be sure to give thanks for your health. Come to think of it, you’re alive today, and that fact makes today special. Treat yourself.

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This post is dedicated to Valentina, Andrea, Tracie, George, James E., Mary Alice, Angela and Booie, all of whom are all in my thoughts and prayers.

Friday: an end to another week.

~ Lenore Diane ~ 2 Comments
Rob and the boys in 2007

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?”

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Holy Fluff o’nutter, Batman! It’s Friday!

~ Lenore Diane ~ 2 Comments

It’s a frazzled Friday in my head; I kinda wish I could stay in bed.

This poem will have rhyme but no reason; tonight I am going to see The Swell Season.

Today I am eating lunch with Joe; he’s my oldest, don’t you know.

I wish fluff o’nutters were on the menu; but pizza’s being served at this venue.

What’s that thing I want to eat? A peanut butter n’ marshmallow sandwich treat.

As I sit here thinking what to write, I am scratching a mosquito bite.

Mosquitoes, poison ivy, and horseflies, things of Summer I do despise.

Thunderstorms and water gun fights, parts of Summer that bring delight.

Not much excitement these past five days. Hey do you remember Billy Mays?

Oxy Clean sure was the stuff, when laundry detergent was not enough.

Any hi de ho, I am not sure what more I know.

We’re under a severe thunderstorm watch tonight, this according to NOAA’s website.

The weekend is just hours away, our options are endless – a veritable buffet.

We may swim, watch softball, or search for bugs; Joe has a serious interest in grubs.

Yes, as this week comes to an end, I wonder what’s around the bend.

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