It's been a while, but I lost the desire to write anything. But here's what's happening, and Eleanor, I'm doing this for you...............
We went to Helen with my mom and her boyfriend. We wanted to go tubing and since it's rained a lot we figured the water should be pretty high. We were right.
My mom and I were attached and we were doing fine for the first.........2 minutes and then we got stuck. A very nice young man and his wife got us unstuck and off we went........for 2 minutes. Then we were stuck again. 15 minutes later we are well on our way when I can't seem to get the tube moving. I'm in the front tube with the stick and the tube is not moving. Turns out my mom is stuck, but I only found that out when I managed to get us unstuck and she flipped out of the tube and landed face first in the water. We laughed so hard for so long and when my mom tried to get back in the tube, she flipped out again. When we got to the end I tried to get out of the tube, but then I flipped out and we started laughing again. The thing is, once my mom and I start laughing (and it's usually over silly things) we have a hard time stopping. One time in NYC we were at a off broadway play where we laughed so hard, they stopped the play to wait for us. Joel was slightly mortified.
It was a fun trip. My mom left with a gigantic bruise on her arm, I left with a very sore heel and Joel left without our credit card, 'cause he lost it in the river!!
On the way home we had to stop to get gas. Joel gets out of the car, puts in the nozzle and goes to the bathroom. My mom tells us that she would never do that, because she would be paranoid the automatic filler feeler thingie wouldn't work and that there would be gas all over. We told her that that could never happen and what do you know. That's exactly what happened. And no, I can't think of a better word than filler feeler thingie.
A couple of days later I took part in my very first sprint triathlon. I don't know why I thought this would be a great way of celebrating my 1 year anniversary of working out, but why not. It all went great and I can't wait to do it again. I feel bad for the woman who brought 2 right shoes, the women whose bike chains fell off, the woman who had a panic attack 15 ft into the water and I feel bad for my friend who threw up upon crossing the finish line.
The roonies are back in school, Hallelujah (sorry if that offends anyone, but it's my blog and I don't really care if I offended you). Summers are great, but school is greater. I love my children, but we get along so much better when they are at school. So, I head off to a job interview, thinking I am looking into getting a job. However.......if you are an interviewer please please please dress up, look people in the eyes and stop chewing gum!!! WTF!!! How unprofessionel is that??? Well, I'm going with my gut feeling on that one and will find somewhere else to interview.
So, Lucas wants to use deodorant. Why I don't know, but who am I to tell him how he smells if he thinks he smells bad. So we head off to Target and he is roaming the aisle. He wants something that smells good, he says and head straight for the Axe display. He takes off the cap, takes a whiff and shouts, "Wow, they lie on their commercials.", he puts the cap back on and decides that maybe some SpongeBob bodywash will do it for him for now. I secretly do a little cheer as I can't fathom what it would be like to have a son who constantly would be smelling like my old boyfriends. Weird.
So, Eleanor, we're at the end of my blogging for now. Maybe if I hang out with you some more, fun things will happen and I can blog about them...
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