Redeemed

I went to my own special 'dead beat mom's' viewing of the dance class this week, as the teacher made allowance for me. I was the only Mom there.

That's how I like it.

Even if it means I have to do the dead beat thing to get there, I want the special treatment.....

I Just Love My Dots!

I just love all the little dots on my ClustrMap!

I find it very exciting when there is a new dot that comes from somewhere far away. I wonder who the dot is, how they came to find flibirdijibit etc. ....

Pimping The Blog (in the words of GlenZa) has been very rewarding.

Hello DOTS!

Monster Bait

This one comes from the vault of stories that make up the meatlover, flibirdijibit and dead beat I am today. It's a classic tale told in the EntireRooster family and I am sure it will be passed down and treasured from generation to generation as it shows real humanity and depth of character in times when you just don't wanna eat what your mom gives you for lunch....

I don't remember how old I was when this incident took place, probably old enough to know better. Definitely old enough to know NEVER to do it again!

One morning I was playing in my room and my Momba (being the good caregiver she was) called me down for lunch. I did not go down for lunch so she brought my lunch up to me in my room. The lunch from what I can remember consisted of one blackened, BBQed wiener. I took the wiener from my Momba had one bite, hated the blackened, charcoal-ness of it and discarded it into my drawer where I stored my unmentionables. I did this, I think, because I didn't want my Momba to know I wasn't eating it. I whined a little when she gave it to me and she told me to 'just eat it anyway' because that was 'what's for lunch', sounds like just the kind of dead beat thing I would say now! So I hid it, there, in my underwear drawer and just as though my drawer really were an incinerator, I forgot about it......for a very long time.

One day, I went to get pyjama's on to get ready for bed and to my complete horror I found little wormies and grubblies on my fuzzy fleecies! At the time, and to date, this occurrence caused great fright in me and a weak little shriek escaped from my lungs followed by blood curdling whelps of emotional anguish for someone to please come and rescue ME, my PYJAMA'S and my 'tighty whiteys' from the tiny monsters that had invaded my dresser!

Help came, Help found the source of attraction to my dresser drawers, Help removed all monsters and Help removed the monster bait: The Wiener.

Really! I'm A Deadbeat.

So after yesterday I may be just changing the whole title of this blog and everything I do to 'memoirs of a deadbeat mom'.

I actually MISSED parent watching day at Nova/Hovda's (3 year old daughter) dance class! Yep.

Sorbet had a nap, woke her up from nap to take Hovda (I like that misunderstanding of her name best I think, although no one made a silver spoon with that name on it for her as they did Nova, right, this is deserving of a post...) to her dance lesson and in true deadbeat form as it is a very small town and the temperature is very frigid at the moment I opted to leave my baby in the warm van while I took Hovda in for the lesson. I did it quickly and efficiently and Hovda specifically asked me to let her go in herself and to 'have fun at home' as if she knew it was parent watching day and she wanted me to FAIL! So I obeyed her every word and went home! Totally forgetting about the special day and ONLY day that Momma's get to watch their baby's grow up to be (not cowboy's) but dancers.

I remembered this was happening, unfortunately, long after the class was over and then asked Hovda if the Mommies were there today and she said cheerfully 'yep! and some daddies too!but you weren't there! (ya deadbeat!)'

avant-garde?

While I was auditioning photos for my updated bloggy profile GlenZa came across this one that was taken at her New Years party by me in front of her 'pooter. Well I think you can see why it failed the test as it gives off the (oobey doobey doo...) impression that I am watching you as you navigate the pages of bloggy world. Also I think we should call to attention that the really green parts are there to emphasize the very warm or greasy areas of ones face. Just Beautiful.

figured out titles!

finally I have figured out how to make my posts have titles instead of just the first few lines of my post....what a relief!

so I am thinking of changing the whole look of my blog to be more customized to, well, me and not so much like the many other blogs.....

I may be trying out different things thru the next few days. So just bear with me. It may be fun to just see what the look of the day is.

so maybe possibly it will be bye bye DOTS.

New Word

Is it just a funny coincidence that my 3 year old daughter's word for booze is...

UNCLE-hol?

Special Poem

I made meat balls for supper......I love a meat ball sub.

Ode to Meat
(dedicated to GloTox as we share the same fondness)

chicken, cow, piggy or fish
meat is where it's at,

meat is my wish.

ribs, wings, steaks and roast
meat has it all,
it gives us the most.

fried, baked, fondue, bar-B-qued
oh meat it is true,
you're my favorite food.

I know there are others out there who feel the same way. It's natural. It's right. Let me share this picture with you....

Sorbet & Meat

Well it's been too long since me blogged. And since it is GlenZa's 'make a wish' that I blog once again I will start with something simple. Last night after a very unfortunate medicine getting incident for Sorbet (as we now call her) I lay awake. I lay awake thinkin'. Then I got laughing. I was laughing about silly things that happened during the day. This is a list of my favorite things that happened yesterday.

1) GlenZa trying to sharpen a 'flat' eye pencil. Then I was thinking about why would they manufacture an eye pencil that is so inconveniently shaped for sharpening?

2) Also the unfortunate medicine getting incident was not funny while it was happening but it got funny immediately after. You see everything just went wrong. It's was 1:30. I had just fallen asleep. Sorbet woke up with her nasty cold/cough crying. I went to get her. Decided medicine is what she needed. Went to get the medicine, couldn't open it with my wee, small , weak hands. Had to 'wake up' Flebb. Even though he was already awake from the tiny screaming body that was awake wanting meds. He opened the bottle, then I lost the little syringe thingy in the bottle, swore loudly, put the baby by Flebb, went to find tweezers to get the syringe out. Then there wasn't enough medicine in the bottle to get any out so had to pour some in a cup and get it out that way, then finally got satisfaction and put the meds in the baby. Went back to bed. This seemed really funny to me when I should have been going to sleep. It's almost impossible for me to be rational at night with a crying baby that just wants to be on me so much that when I try to put her down she squeezes my hip with her tiny little legs and grips my neck with her little arms. Right, so maybe that was more my favorite thing rather than the medicine trying to get me committed....

3) The meat that I ate for supper. We really do have a great butcher in town and if were up to me, which I guess it really is, we would do ALL of our grocery shopping there and forgo the whole produce, bread and what not food groups.

4) The meat I ate on my sandwich later on in the evening.

And on that fond note I feel I should stop. I just got off the phone with GlenZa and she got me all excited about chili and/or hamburger soup. Just so you know if I ever do a post of this variety again, the meat will most like make an appearance.