Ettiquette

Cell phones do everything these days!

Except - no built in air fresher...

This, more than anything, confirms for me that talking/texting and peeing/pooping should not be done simultaneously.

Not to mention a drop in the toilet will ruin a good bluetooth (even if it does keep working do you really want to wear it on the side of your head?)

When I go to the ladies room (outside of my home, that is - at work, shopping, restaurants, etc.) my focus is on getting in and out without embarrassment (i.e. TP stuck on a shoe) or contraction of a disease. I don't linger, I don't chat with strangers... I rarely chat under/over the stall wall with people I know...

So when I walked into the employee bathroom (a 3 seater that serves 15-20 women from two businesses) and someone - from the other business of course - is in the center stall on the phone I'm totally grossed out.

I go in to a stall (the one next too since she's in the middle) to do what must be done and realize that I can actually hear both sidesr of the conversation. Not that I'm listening! However, I'm in a sense a captive audience (see my Fiber One post if you don't know why!)... and then I realize... and this is the worst...

...she's got an underlying grunt in her words...

(EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!)




...okay I'm back now - I had to go shower...

what else can I say at this point... I hope she drops her phone in the toilet!

NOT the kind of Blackberry Pearls that are supposed to go in there... that's all I'm saying...

It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown!

We love that show here in our house. We have it on Video and DVD. Every year they show it on tv (I think ABC owns the rights now) but they always edit it for time and cut out the great part with snoopy.

Tater-tot watched it 3 times in a row on Monday, once on Tuesday... we skipped Wednesday but I'm sure we'll watch it again tonight!

He calls pathetic Charlie Brown in his ghost costume with all the eye holes in the wrong places "the polka-dotted ghost" and thinks the repetitive "I got a rock" statement is just funny...

He doesn't get the eternal underdog, loser appeal of Charlie Brown... him laughing at the polka-dotted ghost makes me laugh at it... more than I have since I was a kid.

That makes me even more excited to show him the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving and Christmas shows this year.

Tomorrow we'll be going to the 'boofest' on the town square of the town I work in... Copper's off duty and I doubt Tater-tot will understand why daddy's not wearing HIS police officer "costume."

We keep telling him that if its what you really do for a living its a uniform, not a costume...

I, will of course, be Velma from Scooby Doo. (Jinkies). I'll be sure to enter the wide world of photo uploads next week.

giving in to the pressure... its a "strange" thing...

Okay here is a "STRANGE" story...

Driving in my car - tater-tot in the back... I'm in my own little world until:

Tot: That's strange.... (a few minutes later) that's strange... (and again) that's strange...
(I glance over my shoulder - he's looking out the window at very 'normal' countryside...)
Me: Do you know what that word means?
Tot: No... what does it mean?
Me: Well, strange means... weird.
Tot: Strange is bad?
Me: No, its not bad... its just different.
Tot: I won't say it any more...
Me: No, baby, you can say strange, its not a bad word... I just want you to understand what it means...
Tot: oh...
Me: Strange means different... not the same as something else... uhmm... if you had 5 brown puppies and one white puppy the white puppy would be strange, because he's different from the brown puppies.
Tot: I want a puppy.
Me: No, the puppy is just so I can explain... strange is just anything that's different from other things... its not bad, its just different.
Tot: Can I put a white puppy named Strange in my back yard?
Me: No, we already have a puppy in our yard.
Tot: where is the white puppy?
Me: There is no white puppy...
Tot: (sounding like he might cry) but I love him...
Me (under my breath) I give up...

And I still don't think he really understands what strange means...

I hope the story lived up to your anticipation of it...

11 acorns and a rock

My tater-tot is in daycare - we just call it "school." Yesterday when I picked him up from school he went to his teacher and asked her for his acorns... hmm... she reached in to her pocket and handed him a bunch of acorns...

"Here mommy, I got these for you. They are your present. I got them for your birthday. Put them in your pocket"

At some point on the way home he gave me a rock to go with the acorns... and I realized - my kid, who gets distracted by all things shiny, spent his time on the playground picking up acorns - giving them to the teacher to hold for him and then a few hours later actually remember to retrieve them from her to give to me...

I feel loved.

And as I was about to throw them in the trash - they are just acorns after all - I got sentimental - so they are in a ziplock baggie... a treasure...a reminder. No guarantee that I'll still have them when he gets married or whatever but for now... I'm keeping them...

Oh - and no - its not my birthday...

Fiber Addiction and the 4-year-old mind...

Is the Fiber One industry a scam? I mean I never really thought about an overwhelming need for fiber in my life... until all these products came out and now I'm counting fiber grams like they are gold coins... if I have an "off" day (you know what I'm talking about) I immediately think "did I eat enough fiber yesterday? Did I eat too much?"

On that subject I highly endorse the FiberOne strawberry pop-tarts - they don't taste like cardboard and 1 pastry gives you 20% of your daily allowance of fiber.

I'm of the belief that there are two ways to 'keep things flowing' - fiber and grease... if you eat a high fat diet you don't have to worry about fiber - your lube job is complete... BUT when I started eating healthy (more on that another day) - fiber became a controlled substance for me! Seriously! I ran out of Fiber fruit chews today and my entire lunch hour is now planned around going to buy more- today- because I can't go a day without them!

Changing the subject (I know you are heaving a big sigh of relief on that one!)

How do you explain abstract concepts to a a 4 year old? I've so confused my child that he thinks that "strange" is a white puppy which he hopes will come live in our back yard... (I'll tell that whole story some day soon - see there - I'm making sure you keep checking back because you are asking yourself - how could she have so screwed up that explanation that her kid thinks "strange" is a white puppy).

Last night in the car on the way home my little guy was asking me about something (can't remember what) and I said:

Me: "I have something in mind"
Tot: "You have something for you?"
Me: "No, I have something in mind"
Tot: "You have something for you?"
Me: (realizing that he thinks I'm saying 'mine') "No, I have something in minD-D. It means I have a thought in my head, I have an idea"
Tot: "I don't have a thought in my head"

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The Maiden Voyage

I'm new to this - inspired by a blogging family member... the dl on me...

I'm a 30-something; mother of 1; banker in Central Texas. I'm married to a police officer (we'll just call him Copper). A nod to the Fox and the Hound (which is the first movie I remember seeing in the theaters as a child) I'm Copper's Fox... Tod (except I'm a chick not a dude) so I guess I'm Vixie... (this is where the analogy breaks down - I'm thinking too hard)

I feel like I've got quirky and witty things to say... we'll see if anyone else agrees... I will be changing names to protect the innocent - and the guilty... Our little one is 4 and says that when he's five he will be big and part of the best father son crime fighting team ever... he also says that when he's five he'll go to college... and that if I get a little bit taller I can be a princess but since I'm not taller I'm just a mommy...

See just sharing all the nuggest of wisdom that he shares will fill a whole blogosphere... right?

So... friends... it begins...

The Fox