Here are a few things I’ve been thinking about lately….
First, I met a friend and her kids at the mall this morning. While my brood and I were waiting for our friends to show up, I noticed a boy who had entered the play area. He looked to be about 6 or 7 years old and was carrying an orange balloon that had obviously been drained of helium some time ago, but he was carrying it all the same. He was making odd sounds, like grunts and whistles. His mother said nothing to him (or anyone else) and looked very sad. Some mothers next to me were very loudly talking about him and very angrily yelling at their precious pristine children to stay away from him. I have been thinking about this scene a lot since this morning. And how I should have said something to the boy’s mother who was obviously dealing with a lot of issues. And I how I didn’t beat up the rude mothers next to me for being snotty, evil, and rotten to a “fellow mother”. The boy’s mother (after the stunningly display of putrescence toward her and her offspring) took his hand and gently guided him out of the playarea and walked off down the mall. The Rude Mother (after the victims of her sharp words were gone) said, “Gah! What was his problem? Was he ADD or something?”. Clearly, she knows little, if anything, of being kind and she certainly doesn’t know anything of having a child with difficulties (or what ADD is!). Now I don’t profess to know anything of having such difficulties, but I’m quite sure that being rude is not very helpful. I’m not sure what I could’ve done to help the situation, but a fresh slap to the face of the Rude Mother was at the fore front of my mind. I’m not sure what else to say about it, but I just thought I would share my thoughts on that. Ok, here’s what else I can say about it: Rude people are yucky.
Of other and lighter thoughts, Mark got a call on his office line this evening.
Mark (answering phone): This is Mark.
And while I was flossing my teeth (after my nasty trip to the dentist this week, the 2nd of 5, to fill the evil cavities), Lydia was watching me rather intently.
Lydia: Momma! Whatever in the world are you doing?!!
I guess she hadn’t seen me do that before. Ok, I admit it. I’ve never been an avid flosser. No wonder my teeth are rotting out.
Speaking of the trip(s) to the dentist….the last time I was there while the drill was doing its thing, one of the piped-in songs was Joan Jett screaming, “I Love Rock N Roll….” Every time I hear that song, I can’t help but think of Weird Al singing, “…I Love Rocky Road So have another triple scoop with me, ow…” I guess it comes from being raised in the 80s.
Ok, enough of the randomness. I’ll be back when I can think of something more exciting.
Check it out! I’m going to try to complete a Thursday Three, just because I can (And because Barney is on right now as a babysitter. Yes, and I fed the baby his first McD’s french fry last night. Sue me.)
Anyway, here goes…..
1. What instrument do you play?
I played the piano (believe it or not) for about 10 years off and on. I started taking lessons when I was 4 and quit when I was about 16. My first recital piece was “This Land Is Your Land”. I loved it.
2. Which one do you wish you could play if time and talent were not involved?
Mark wants me to play the bass (like that super big cello-looking thing), so I can accompany him in his future bluegrass band - he plays the mandolin now, you know. I always thought it would be fun to play the harmonica, but I must not have the right kind of lips for that. Definitely NOT the banjo. That thing makes me want to become violent.
3. Have you ever taken lessons for an instrument or voice and how did it go?
See answer #1. It went really well until I became really lazy about practicing. I still have a few songs in my repertoire, like Minuet in G (Bach). It’s great when during our family’s Bible Time(R) we can pick out some hymns and I can plink through them. We have thought about giving Susanna piano lessons for her upcoming birthday. We’ll see……
Look!! I did it! And Barney is still spewing his purply goodness to all the sweet children. I wonder if Barney ever took singing lessons? Or any music lessons? What? Why are looking at me like that?
ATTENTION: COMMENTS WILL NOW BE OPENED FOR A BRIEF AND SHINING MOMENT (or until I remember to come back and close them).
Just checking to see if this MT will cooperate. Crazy things, people, crazy things. This is a test. Only a test. Do not run for the nearest exit (unless you are so inclined). More later…….
Remember, I closed the comments, so it will do no good to click on “Comments”.
UPDATE: It works! It works! Egad! Eureka! and Whoo-hoo! All it took was a bit o rebuilding….
We’re still alive here. Everyone got over all their Yuck and we are healthy again. >>knocking on fake wood desk<<< That was a nasty February and first little bit of March. Eight doctor visits and numerous doctor phone calls over a 3.5 week period. He (the pediatrician) even called last Saturday to check on everyone (We love you, Dr. Daniel!) But it’s over now and we are moving on.
Thanks for checking back with me. Something weird happened to my MovableType login and things went nuts (thus the last entry typed a week or more ago and just posted within the last few days. Go figure). We’ll see what happens when I try to post THIS entry. Stay tuned.
As far as current events, we are looking at about a zillion kiddie birthday parties in the next few weeks/months, both of other people’s children, as well as 2/3 of our offspring. Busy, busy. I guess Target will see much more of me than I would like. Also, Luke is making some nice progress in his developmentalness (probably not a word. I probably don’t care). Still not crawling, but I’m not complaining. Polly Pockets and her tiny little shoes are safe for at least another day. So Luke’s newest “trick” is when we say “Show me shaky, shaky” he shakes his head back and forth. Not only is it super cute, but it tells us his receptive language is functional. Now if I can only figure out where to take him for a haircut, we’ll be set. Nothing says “Shaggy!” like a 9 month-old with hair issues.
In other news, we have just purchased a new digital camera, thereby allowing more and more darling and adorable pictures to be taken and uploaded in a gross display of unabashed parental bragging. If I were a non-lazy person, I would already have figured out how to upload these photos, but here we are. It’s probably really easy and if I were Mark, I would just plug in the cord and push a few buttons trial-and-error style and it would be done. But since that is not the case, and I MUST READ EVERY PIECE OF THE INSTRUCTION MANUAL, because that’s what the first page of the instruction manual says to do, it will take a bit more time. Thanks for your patience.
Thanks also for reading this somewhat eclectickish (that’s GOT to be a word) and randomish-sounding post. I’ll try to come back and update more often (even though my laptop is still-yes, still-experiencing technical difficulties. I’m currently typing this on one of Mark’s computers).
Happy Friday (and weekending, in case I don’t make it back) to you!
PS-I had some gross comments earlier, so now I’m weirded-out and I’m closing the comments until further notice. If you have anything to say to me, please email me at my dishmans.net address. Thanks for your understanding. I want to hear what nice and encouraging people have to say, but I want the scary, freaky weirdos to go away.
I’ve got one word for you. Rash.
And it’s all over Lydia’s body. Apparently, her virus (we all have one of our own now, you know) is the loud, flamboyant type who likes attention.
You know what? I think I’d better stop posting until everyone is well. Reading this blog is like reading the Disease of the Week.