Spittin 20's for Ice Cream

I am a debit card whore.

I always use my debit card, very rarely ever even carry cash. What for, who needs cash anymore?

Well, last night after a very good day for the Noodle Doodle, I stopped off at the local Ice Creamery to get the Good Boy a well deserved treat.

Unfortunately the Ice Creamery does not succumb to prostitution, uh hum, I mean, take debit cards. Hmmm, so off to the cash machine we go. It sound archaic to even use those word, "cash machine", or how about the "ATM" heee heee? It just sounds so old skool.....

Thank gawd the bank has a drive thru ATM (hee hee-sounds so funny to me). We pull up, insert card, select ENGLISH (O.M.G.) and proceed to hit the prompts for $40 fast cash. All the while Noodle has a close eye on the process, as he has never experienced the cash machine.

Beep, Beep, a few more beeeeeps, and wahlaa, there it is, cash money spits out of the slot and I quick grab it.

Giggles galore from the back seat.

"Do it again, do it again Mommy, that was cool, can you do it again? Mommy HOW did you do that?"

He really has never been witness to the ATM, ever! I wish I could have stayed there all night sucking twenties out of this machine, without recourse, that would have been fun.

Instead, we took our funds and off we went to the Ice Cream Store, where the only take CASH! Are they the last on the planet to engage this practice, heck, even the farm stands take my debit card.

Peace.

The Gnarliest Dude

Today's theme at Noodle's camp was decade's day. Lucky for him, (read me), his group got the 80's.

I am an 80's girl through and through. I love everything about the 80's, the music, the clothes, and most of all the BIG hair!! If it were socially acceptable, I would still wear my hair as big as I could get it.

That said, I was an 80's girl, and Noodle is a boy .... I used my handy dandy texting machine to shout out to my friends for ideas. Flashing back to the way my brothers looked back in the day, and the way those ever so hawt 80's boyz looked, I came up with, I must say, very delicious recipe for the perfect 80's outfit for my lil Noodle.

He was soooo into it. The half shirt, cut off jean shorts, high socks, yeah, all a hit, but the fact that he got to wear SPIKES in his hair today put him in his glory.

So, without further ado, I present to you, Noodle, 80's style.....

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Rock on baby boy, I heart the 80's, and you look phat dude!!! Thanks for making this so much fun for Mommy!

Peace.

(..and yes, his face is smudged purposely.)

Once upon a Prom

On Saturday, we sat on the coach and chatted before a very exciting day began. With uncertainty in his eyes, he says "Mom, I may have a shot at Prom King."

Wishful thinking is the immediate thought that came to mind. "Really Schmoogie, that would be cool, when is Prom?"

"Wednesday. You know Mom, the King and Queen are crowned based on the most gold slips you earn for excellent behavior and helping out without being asked, and I have a lot of gold slips."

Honestly, I am still thinking yeah, right....

Flash back four years, the old Schmoogie had just finished kindergarten and began camp for the first time. Aware of the gold slip awards, he earned two for the entire summer, approximately 8 weeks long.

Flash back three years, the old Schmoogie earned five gold slips for the entire summer....well, you get the point.

This year, he has been in camp for 2.5 weeks, and has earned the most gold slips in the entire camp. Coming in at 18 gold slips, his closest competitor, a girl two years older than him, had 14. OMG, I am so proud of him!!! Two and a half weeks people, 18 gold slips, unheard of!

At the prom today, he was crowned Prom King. He wore his crown with pride. He danced with pride. He sang karaoke with pride. He is the PROM KING!!

He didn't get as many pretzels as he had hoped, because the other kids gobbled them up as he was being CROWNED!

Oh my gawd, Schmoogie was the Prom King and I am his very, super proud Mommy!

A girl? Perceptive Child?

While putting him to bed last night, Noodle and I caught a few minutes of Nancy Grace, which evoked the following conversation.

Mommy, I don't like that girl.

That's not a girl, that's a man.

A man? Well, I don't like that man.

Why not Noodle?

Because he's weird.

What do you mean weird?

He looks like a weirdo to me.

Why?

Because he's scary Mommy, just looks scary to me.

What's scary?

He face. Why is his face like that? And, his hair what kind of hair is that, he looks like a really scary person.

I don't know Noodle, but he was a very famous singer, made amazing music long ago.

He did, is that his song playing now?

Yes, it is, do you like?

Yeah, but I no like that man.

It's OK, you will never see him Noodle, he is up in heaven now.

Go to sleep, I love you.

I love you too Mama, why does he look so weird?

Don't worry about it baby, go to sleep.

Peace.

Reunion Update

The reunion was fab. Catching up with old friends, sharing pictures of our beautiful children, swapping stories and interpretation of some of those stories is always charming. Seeing some of whom you haven't in nearly twenty years is always an adventure. Finally seeing someone that you have only had an instant messaging/emailing/facebooking relationship with, getting to meet their husband, and exchanging hugs as if you never parted, priceless.

I thoroughly enjoyed myself, Big D too, considering he knew as many there as I did. A room full of 39 and then some, part of which were proudly married with spouse in tow, others who were not so happily married or divorced, coming alone, props to you all.

Smothered by 80's music and pics of us all in big (and I mean BIG) hair, such sweet memories. Knowing that it didn't matter if they liked you in High School, and now having the confidence to not care, was refreshing. I was me and I was happy.

Mostly all were pleasant, excited, and having the time of their life. There was one though, and he will remain nameless, as I have already forgotten his name. Why? Well, I will tell you why.

I walked up to Mr. ITotallyDoNotRememberAnymore and the following transpired:

P: Hi, I know you.
Them: You do? I don't know you. He glances at my pin displaying my name and fancy yearbook pic.
P: Yeah, I'm Double P, married to Big D, hung out with Suzy Pancakes and Joe Blow.
Them: No, Can't say I remember.

Getting more embarrassed by the second, but not going to let it get the best of me, come up with this clever reply, to which I am still so proud of myself for.

P: That's because you weren't lucky enough to know me in High School.

And with that I turned on my heals, giggled to myself, took a sip of my drink, found my REAL friends and danced the night away.

HOW RUDE!! I mean really, I would have at least faked it, people have no class! Oh, and did I mention that he was standing alone. Hmmm, I wonder why, tee hee hee!

Peace.

OMG, 20 Years Ago I graduated HS!!!!!

It's been 20, well, 21 years since I graduated high school, and tomorrow is our reunion. They couldn't get it together last year, so we are having it a year late!

I am anxious, nervous, happy, silly, curious and most of all confident that I will have a wonderful time, with wonderful people! I am filled with wonderment.

Boy a lot has changed in the last 21 years. My how I have grown, personally, socially, family wise, and a little outwardly too! I am most excited to talk about my most prized accomplishment, my boyz. They are what really matters most to me. Funny to think back to that twelfth grade writing assignment of what do you want to accomplish in the next ten, twenty years. I am proud to say that no matter what I wrote back then, I am happier than I could have ever imagined!!

Looking forward to it, will report back with any exciting news.

Peace.

He's getting the BIG Truck

"When I get bigger Mommy, I 'm gonna get a BIG truck, wif BIG lights, and BIG seats, and BIG tires, just like my Dad." Announces the Noodle Doodle on the way to drop off at daycare today, hands flying all around as I gaze at him in the rear view mirror.

"Oh yea, a BIG truck, huh?"

"Yeah, Mommy, wif big lights, just like my Dad's."

(we're still working on the "th" sound)

His hands are making that BIG gesture, so big I thought he might crack himself in the head.

"Oh, sounds nice."

"You know, Mommy, I already am bigger, I mean when I get really bigger, that's when I'm gonna get that BIG truck."

He wants to be big so bad. Today I will try to start accepting that!

Peace.