Friday, August 8, 2008

Aim High, I Say

Safety Boy and his trustee sidekick Crazy Girl were coming upstairs from the basement where they were doing Safety Boy's chores. It's his job to empty the all bathroom trash and to bring the recycling downstairs and Crazy Girl goes along for the fun of it all. When he finally reached the top step he said to me,

"Mom, I don't know if I want to be a garbage man or a recycling man."

I replied that yes, since both were such noble professions that it would be a tough decision but he had plenty of time to figure that out. I don't want to offend anyone but they say you want better for your children that what you have and I'm thinking that might not be in the right direction. Thank goodness I have 12 years to work on this. One less thing to have on today's to-do list.


They insist on wearing their rain boots when they do the chores. I think it makes them feel more official.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Say What? ... Gee, Thanks!


There was definitely some conversation at dinner tonight that left room for thought. Crazy Girl decided to add to the discussion, "Daddy's bum is this big", holding her hands 8 inches apart "and Mommy's bum is this big", with her hands as wide as they would go. Really, well thank you for that useful information that I will ponder as I decide who Santa will be generous to this year. Hmmm. He know who's been naughty and who's been nice and I think I know what list Crazy Girl's on.

On top of this, my old and spiteful dog is causing civilized adults to yell at my house as they walk by. Here's the history. Since our other dog died last November, Old Dog howls and barks incessantly when we leave the house. I know this but there is nothing I can do. She is twelve years old and a bitch. Well, she is a female dog so enough of the tsk, tsking for the foul language. Well, yesterday while hard at work, Husband tells me during a phone conversation that our neighbor has seen people walking by and yelling at the house. Honestly, I have much bigger things on my mind now, like how am I going to shrink my huge bum so that Crazy Girl doesn't announce to her class on the first day of school, "you should see my Mom's bum, it's huge!" Mind you, this is not the first time that the size of my body has come up in conversation with her. For goodness sakes, I feel like the big Stay Puff Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters.