I Can Explain

Corey says to me this morning, "So Mom, they didn't really have technology when you were little, right?"

Falling into lecture mode I explain, "Well we thought we did. We had calculators and phones. The only problem was that they were the size of an actual phone book."

"Oh," said Corey, as if that just explained everything. But just to clarify, he took it one step further. "Mom?" he asked, "What's a phone book?"

Irish Day

It's the First St. Patrick's day since Grandpa has been gone and we celebrated it by crying our eyes out at Mass as a violinist did a gorgeous Danny Boy solo before the processional. Sure do miss Old Irish today.

When we got home we found some chocolate coinage that the Leprechauns must have left behind. Ummm um!

When They're Hot

Just asked Shannon if he had a girlfriend yet and he said nope. When I asked why he said, "I'm going to wait until I'm in Middle School, when they're hot."

Alls Is Not A Word

... unless you're playing Ruzzle. Now what am I supposed to say when Ken butchers the English language with this stupid 'word?'

Not-so Hot Tub

I'm not entirely sure what Ken thought he would find when he walked in on me in the middle of my sudsy hot bubble bath, but judging from the look on his face, it wasn't a naked wife exfoliating her gnarly feet and trimming her toenails. By the way, yes, he lost that lovin feeling.

Changing it around

Now that I have officially grown to hate Facebook I am returning to my original venting platform, this old blog of mine.  And I'm just going to record things that occur to me, not events as in the past.  So basically what I'm trying to get across is that any readers that come across this blog will simply not care for what I have to say and that is fine!

Anyhow, today I warned Shannon as he headed out to the bus stop that he needed to be careful because there was a lot of black ice.  Shannon looked at me funny and said, why do I have to watch out for black guys?  Well because they could make you fall flat on your ass, obviously.