Landscaping, Alaska Style

Tonight we had the last concert of the year – and I was pulling double duty with the camera and the video as this time The Girl was singing too in the 6th Grade Choir! Not only that – but she scored one of the 3 coveted solos! The picture sucks (oh but the video is FABULOUS) but there’s a very blurry picture of mah baybee singing her heart out! YAY! She did beautifully, even being as nervous as she was!

The boy’s choir sang as well, and there several solo’s from the 7th and 8th grade. There is a LOT of talent in the local middle school, and it’s always great to see them have fun on stage and see how far they’ve come in the school year. I’m very proud of all of them – but my two especially! (of course *grins*)

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Earlier today, I went to hang with dad a while and do some paperwork and such, and saw something that… man. you’d think we were too far north for rednecks! Hillbilly mom would be SO PROUD of the menfolk! You see, every year the trees at the corner of the parkinglot make it dangerous for walkers and such going by, as it’s impossible to see them as you exit toward the highway. So Papa Moosie decided to clear it, and asked for R to help. So what would YOU use to clear some trees? A backhoe? A CHAINSAW, perhaps?

Oh no.

We use a rope.
and a van.

Oh – you think I’m kidding do you? The proof is in the… erm… branches?

Oh yes. Sometimes, I am SO PROUD of my Hillbilly Roots!

THAT BOY!

Just so you don’t think that the Pup is my only comic relief – today, had to run the boy to the fabric/craft store (where he twitched and bemoaned his fate, surrounded by girly things and all. that. PINK – “It buuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrnssssssss momma it buuuuuuuuurns!” *snort*) and across the street is a coffee place where I met a girl that helped me win the contest last week. So! I went to get my coffee and as we were talking, I was telling him that C. was really cute – really cute. And he said something like “bah, maybe, I’ll wait till I see her. After all, your not a guy.” Enter the following conversation

Me: Um – you know I’m bi, right? means I like to look at girls too, just as much as guys.
Boy: Uh….you… um… uh… no…?
Me: Yup – you think EVERY mom points out cute girls for her boy to notice??
Boy: I just thought you had the mind of a 12 year old..
Me: yeah – a 12 year old BOY….
Boy: mmmmmm. 2 moms. One Cute…. the other you.
Me:…. WHAT? oh that’s so MEAN! I’ll give you “one cute the other you” right upside the head, and AFTER i bought you coffee!!

He and I were both laughing VERY much. So I threatened to send him to live with grandpa. Unfortunately, he LOVED that idea. *LMAO* Great. not only did I spend 15 years with a man just like my dad – i gave BIRTH to one just like him TOO!

oy.

One cute, the other you.

BAH!

Morning words of….something.

The Pup, playing with her string, doing the normal bridges and things, suddenly begins to hum: dumduhduhdadadadooda! and says the following:

“Look mom, I made a hootchie-cootchie dancer! See, she’s holding a pole and bouncing to the music!”

This leads to two questions:

….just WHAT kind of stories did that String Guy tell my kid at school???

…and WHY wasn’t I invited? Harumph.

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edited to add friend comment that made me spit out my Diet crack Coke everywhere:

S: holy shit Lessa. Show and tell is really different up where you are. *eyes my youngest suspicously*

edited again to ask the all important question:

and what kind of mother will people think I am when my pup goes around saying “hootchie-cootchie dancer” instead of the Proper term of “Stripper” or “Whore” which are not always mutually exclusive? I SWEAR I taught her better then that!

(disclaimer for the idiots: Oh please – I’ve no problem with strippers. or whores. or hootchie-cootchie dancers. especially if you are one. It’s just funny. *L*)