Kaleidoscopic Eclat

Oh. mah. gawd. ya’ll.

First there was the shopping. Then there was the primping. The emergency trip for nylons. The last minute attention to flowers. The primping.

THE BOY PUT ON COLOGNE, PEOPLE! AND brushed his hair. AND used gel. INORITE?! And don’t even gt me started on the girls…

Here’s my favorite picture of the bunch:

I know. Awww, right? I just like it. *L* But here’s the Boy and his date, MK, who also happens to be The Girl’s BFF.

HEY! Watch those eyes, boy! (HE says she tickled his back, that’s why he looked at her. We call bullshit! *L*)

The girl and one of my ‘other’ kids went together, because they didn’t have dates, so i made sure both girls had flowers too.

I know, I’m a total softy, but they thought it was cute. And out of all of the kids, only ONE would pose for me willingly. *L* But all in all, they looked ready to have a good time, so I sit here, at home, waiting for the call to pick them up and hear how it all went.

TWO.
TWO in high school.
TWO at the homecoming dance.
I’m so not old enough for this crap.

In other news - Auntie R was here for a couple of days, which made the kids (and me too!) giddy with glee. Every second spent with her is a complete joy, as you can tell by the smiles on their faces…

We’ll have to do it again soon!

ETA: Good time was had by all at Homecoming. They girls just got here (MKs dad picked them up) to gather their things, and I got a speed of light talk of how fun it was even though The Boy isn’t much of a dancer, but he did slow dance twice and they talked and she tried to help him fast dance, and he was just hopeless, and he kept escaping to talk to Z, because she kept trying to get him to dance since they were at a DANCE and all, but whatEVer… he always came back when she asked him too and yeah mom it was really fun and hurray! Oh - and?

MK: so there was this cop, and the boy was wonder what he’d do if I took his billy club, and I was like yeah right he’d steal it back and beat ya with it and you wouldn’t anyway because you’re a good boy and he was all I could and I told him no, because you listen to your mom and he was like ha! so I told him hey, I want to go home and be able to tell my mom that you’re not a delinquent so we can go out again so you will for me… and he was all that’s low, because you’re right. Isn’t that funny?!

Yes. Yes it is. *chuckles* She was ALL smiles, MK. The boy did good. Even if he wouldn’t dance much.

The girl had a good time too, but says next time? She’s getting a -real- date, so she, The boy and MK can double. *L*

ETA Again: The boys just got home - and first question? All hopeful like?
The Boy: So she was really all smiles? Really?

Yes, yes she really was. I told him I’d heard the story about the cop, and he chuckled and said yeah, yeah he’d behave so that he could ask her out again. Awwwwwwww. (someone shoot me now. *L*)

So, we haven’t put up pictures of the monster for a while, and the cat let her hold him so… (DUCKS)

OK, so remember when he was small and cute? Like this?

Yeah. He’s not so little anymore. And thinks he’s Top Dog. Thing is, he’s right. *L* Here’s Ace, 2 years old and, well, not so little anymore…

But still cute. And pretty tolerant of the Pup’s whims…

Just…. large. Very, very large. Anna’s no slouch either, but she’s no where as big, or as tolerant, as our Top Dog Tom Cat, Ace. Now you understand why the dog is so submissive to the big lug, don’tcha?! *grins*

I wonder if my kids are going to be as opinionated as I am. I want them to be opinionated, and decisive, and willing to stand up for their beliefs. I want them not to worry about what other people think, but what they, themselves think, and to make up their own minds. I worry that I might not be instilling that properly, but then…

Then I get proof that yes, yes they are independent, opinionated little shits - with the added benefit of making me laugh, too!

For instance, a paper that the Pup wrote last week about the Iditarod Dog Sled Race (please note, this is a direct copy - all misspellings are hers.):

I would love to race in the Iditarod becaus I love dogs But it would be hard becaus of the entense whther but I still whant to. I think i’d be fun ecsept the whther. I dont get whiy some wone whould not whant to. well I think its graet and I dont care if you dont. so if you dont then so what. The End.*

I sense the next great blogger in our midst…
She got a B on the paper, by the way. *g*

*Translation if needed: I would love to race in the Iditarod because I love dogs, but it would be hard because of the intense weather but I still want to. I think it’d be fun except the weather. I don’t get why some one would not want to. Well, I think it’s great and I don’t care if you don’t. So if you don’t, then so what! The end.

In all those fucking forwards I keep getting (from my BUSINESS email group, which is beyond pissing me off), I wonder why THIS isn’t making the rounds….

I know, it’s because it’s FUNNY. That must be it. Yup. How about this one?

You see, from what I understand, it’s not a discussion group, but one for the higher ups to send business related information our way. I find that irritating to the 9th degree. I will start sending things back through, however, if it doesn’t stop. And no, that’s not to say I’ve definitively made up my mind one way or the other? I just hate shit being shoved down my throat. I mean…

Seriously people, my business colleagues, if I get one more fucking forward, I’m leaving the group until after Obama kicks Palin’s ass. What’s that? She’s not running for president? YA DON’T SAY…. *GASP*

[One. heartbeat. away.]

How about talking some ISSUES, instead of panting after the state MILF? Thanks bunches. What? The business group isn’t FOR such discussions? NO SHIT, YA DILLWEEDS. That’s kinda my fucking POINT!

I fuckin’ hate politics.
/rant.

The past few days I had the joy of spending time with my Nephew again as his grandma came back to the area for a few meetings and whatnot. This visit - there wasn’t even a blow up (he clearly remembered the important thing - Auntie Lessa Is Boss.) except for one with The Girl while I was at the store. I had it calmed down within 1.2 minutes of walking in the door though, much to the pup’s amazement. (Mom! You sure are good with kids! - said all innocent like, as if she hasn’t left me fit to be tied on multiple occasions herself!) We had a lot of fun, as he ran around, played, sang, and drug me to the couch or randomly crawled into my lap for cuddles.

I even made sure to start his training. Yup. Some things are important you see - like a shared love for all things Big Brother.

It helped that the endurance competition I was watching on the live feeds/writing about involved standing on airplanes that were rising and falling and bouncing about (the object was to stay balanced on the plane. last man standing won). He was enthralled with the planes and wanted one of his very own to play on. I’ll have to see what I can do - until then, I sent him home with some jumping frogs (tiddly-wink style) and cheeto breath. And the planted seed that will blossom into a reality tv addict, just like his Auntie.

MUHAHAHAH!
(grin)

In other news? I’M NOT READY!