'Cause.. well, when I got in my car to go.. the steering wheel was still greasy from the cheese-filled Pizza Plus breadsticks I just COULDN'T wait to get home to eat last night-- so snarfed down at least 3, while driving.
Tonight, between approximately 9:00 and 9:15.. I: 1. Bathed a child. 2. Boiled, prepared, and served, pasta. (I know.. late dinner. But dinner none the less.) 3. Threw in some laundry. 4. Changed the sheets on Sophies bed. and 5. Fixed a shelf full of toys that collapsed in the process.
or as he's often referred to round these parts.. simply-- "Jangles" turned SEVEN today! Seriously? Seven?? That's so not 5, or 6. It's SEVEN. Something about it's harsh odd number character and threatening sharp shape.. just makes it seem so much bigger, older.. so, SEVEN. So of course, in perfect Katy's-A-Spaze fashion, amidst school registration, dentist appointments, and out of town visitors, -- I kinda missed this birthdays sudden approach.. and on Sunday night, roughly 48 hours before the big day, when Bo asked, "So when's my party?" I answered, completely unprepared, yet unfazed.. "Well on your birthday of course." Hey! Nothin' a few apologetic last-minute'phone call invites' and trip to Wal-Mart can't make happen! The day arrived-- and, WA,LA.. Seven seven-year-olds at a seven-year-old, party. (Complete with a pinata for a, um.. 3-year-old.. that was "cleverly".. I use the word lightly.. presto-changoed into an obvious B. Ya know.. for Bo.) A scavenger hunt and few water balloons later.. and a party had been had. Oh.. and inner tube races.. 'Cause what's a party without inner tube races? I really enjoyed the hard-cold-cash look in his eyes here..(I mean.. what's a party without hard, cold, CASH?) So many fun friends, so many fun gifts.. SOOOOO many weird faces.. and so many happy birthday wishes from me.. to my darling, hilarious, seven-year-old, Jangles. I love every bit of your double-dimple-faced little self. Happy birthday my boy.
I know. You've been on the edge of your computer chair seat.. awaiting my return. Well.. I'm BACK! Back from a really RADICAL trip (can you tell I was chillin' with my very much younger, and oh-so-much cooler nephews and nieces while ON that trip?? I have now committed myself to using both the words "radical", and "rad" on a regular basis. Hope you enjoy it.) Back from 12 days of getting to look at, and talk to, and laugh at.. my brothers and sister.. and their darling families. I'm back from morning jogs to the boardwalk and circuit training on the pool deck overlooking the ocean. Back from days lounging on the beach next to my hubby.. while my kids roll in the huge, crashing waves.. and dig in the brown-sugar sand. Back from nights strolling each towns fry-filled boardwalks.. and eating more Grottos pizza and Cream of Crab soup than any 37-year-old with a mediocre metabolism should ever indulge in.
Back from sister time.. ..girl time.. and a highlight.. "spa" time! Back from midnight rounds of 'Celebrity' and 'Charades'.. Candy Kitchen treats out the wa-zoo... and cousins. Lots and lots.. of darling.. entertaining.. fun, fun, cousins. Infact.. RAD cousins. (they don't actually MAKE these faces in real life.) Trust me when I say there are at least another 50 shots of those very fun cousins.. but this downloading is gettin' a little tedious-- and my kids would appreciate my attention at SOME point today.. so I'll stop. But ya get the idea. So for now.. though I loved every minute of it.. I'll just be back. Back to ortho appointments.. football practice taxi.. and watering our dying lawn. Back to laundry, and bills, and our busted bumper. (Oh yeah. Did I mention Jasens fender bender before leaving?? No injuries.. other than.. um.. the bumper.) So even though I would go BACK.. in an INSTANT even.. it's always good to BE back. Back to our town, and streets, and friends, and home. Back to our own pillows and blankets. Back to bed before 3am (well.. for the most part..) and eating fruit on a regular basis.
And back to hearing about all of your own summer adventures through the beautiful world of blog. Happy sporadic summer posting to all.
I am a lucky wife, and mom of four little monkeys I love. I'm a bit of a wanna-be. A wanna-be screenwriter,wanna-be middle-aged not THAT famous of an actress , and wanna-be Tim McGraw groupie.. but happily settle with country concerts and some good long runs. I love cucumber slices on wheat thins, junior mints with popcorn, and anything yeasty.. (besides, infections, ofcourse.)
I indulge in lame reality shows, numerous hairbows for Sophie, and sitting in the sunshine.
I'm not unusually talented, but pretty condfident I can write ya a poem about anything.