My son came to me sobbing.
“What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?”
“Claudia called me a poopy boy. And she meant to do it!”
How am I supposed to not laugh?
He was so upset. I felt like a real jerk laughing, but come on! Poopy boy is hilarious. In fact, I can’t wait for the opportunity to accuse one of you of being a poopy boy (or girl, but somehow boy is funnier).
Do you ever have those moments when you are suddenly sucked back in time and you simply cannot believe that you are a grown up?
I was on a field trip today with The Goon Squad. We were at the zoo and we were looking at the big cats when I walked by a teenager who was wearing the tour t-shirt of a death metal band that I hung out with back in high school.
Suddenly I was hyper aware of who I was. I was a 36 year old suburban lady standing at The National Zoo with my nearly five year old twins chaperoning a preschool field trip.
How the hell did that happen?
It was like my 17 year old self* was standing there looking at me as I am now.
She was surprised.
It isn’t that I don’t have pretty much everything I ever wanted. I do. I am happy about where I am in my life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not done yet, I have a lot yet to accomplish, but I feel like my life is on the right track.
I just can’t believe it all happened so fast.
Sometimes I feel like I was teenager 15 minutes ago.
Ah, sweet muse Euterpe.
In my youth I was obsessed with music. First pop music, then metal, then heavier metal, for a while it was choral pieces and opera… I just love music.
I remember asking my mom about songs that were popular when I was little and she said she didn’t listen to the radio when my brother and I were small. I thought she was insane, but now I get it.
My kids are now four and I am working my way back into first love – music.
I find myself loving Pandora and Blip.fm.
Today I was chatting with Twitter about my music guilty pleasures. I think they become guilty pleasures when my husband makes fun of my for listening to them. You may have to check my blip.fm stream to get the whole story but let’s just say John Denver and Boys II Men were both mentioned.
Obviously, I’ll be inquiring about your guilty pleasures but we also need to talk about the Rolling Stones. Without further ado:
1) What is you guiltiest, guilty pleasure song?*
2) What is your favorite song by The Rolling Stones?**
3) What is the best new album you have heard this year?
4) Name one song that changed your life.
5) What is your favorite song of all time?
Wow. There were a lot of continuity mistakes in the Twilight movie.
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Only Matthew can be so sweet and so hilariously inappropriate at the same time.
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Cake balloon decorations gone wrong.
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Still funny.
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Have you checked out In Three Words yet? It is a really fun blog. Your comments have to be three words long.
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If you are a fan of women’s sports you shoud be reading Women Talk Sports.
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The Whinery is back. Sweet! An excuse to drink more wine!
There are times that I am proud of my kids and other times that I am shocked that I suck so hard at parenting.
Other times I have both emotions at once.
Like yesterday when we were getting ready to outside to plant some seeds that The Goon Squad got at preschool.
I was feeling pretty good. I had completed all of my assignments on time, I met all of my deadlines and I still had time to do good learning projects with the kids. We were going to plant seeds in our “garden”. (You know how I feel about outside, but I suck it up for the kids.)
That is when my four year old son said “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I froze in horror.
It was just us, but my baby had dropped an F bomb. I was shocked.
But I was also oddly proud. Good usage, son. English is a tricky language, but he seems to have it down.
My boy is ready for kindergarten. I hope kindergarten is ready for the boy.
