This is my life: March 2009

The Lost Phone

I was cleaning up The Boy’s room and chatting with him about life. He started looking really sheepish and finally admitted that he couldn’t find his cell phone. I promised I wouldn’t’ tell Mike and told him to check at his Dad’s the next time he was there.

Wasn’t at his Dad’s. Now I did start to worry. I sat on it for a few more days and before I told Mike – The Girl came to me.

The Girl: I found The Boy’s cell phone.

The Mom: Where was it?

The Girl: In my closet?

The Mom: How did it get there?

The Girl: He came to see what I was watching a few weeks ago and it fell out of his pocket when he was lying on my bed. I thought I would play a trick on him and hide it – but then I forgot about it. I was cleaning up and I just found it.

So I came clean and told Mike the whole story.

He called The Boy down. He came halfway down the stairs while his buddy J was up in the hall.

Mike: Where’s your cell phone?

The Boy: I can’t find it.

J disappears down the hall

Mike: Did you know I get the bill?

The Boy: No.

Mike: Well I do and it was $300 this month.

The Boy withers down to a sitting position.

Mike: I called the number and some girl answered. She said her boyfriend gave her the phone.

The Boy got pale – I thought he was going to pass out.

Mike: Just kidding – The Girl found it.

The Boy rushed her – I thought he was going to kill her. He picked her up and swung her around. We called J out and told them the whole story – it was hilarious! Score one for the Step Dad.

Five Days – In a row!

This is the first week in over a month that I have to work the full five days. Between being sick, leave and my Freaky Fridays, I have been at a max of 4 days. It’s only Wednesday and it feels soooo long!

It didn’t help that I got halfway to work on Monday and realized that I forgot my laptop at home and had to turn around.

Tuesday was a snow storm so again I was on the road a lot longer than I needed to be.

If everything works out I may be able to work at home tomorrow. I am such a suck.

The Good Room

We were chatting about work – Whipped boy behind me was complaining about having expensive furniture in one room of their house that they are not allowed to us e- it is just for show.

I grew up in a house like that. It was actually called ‘The Good Room’. We went in at Christmas to open our presents, but other than that it was off limits to everyone. It started off with green shag carpet and my Aunt’s dog was convinced it was grass – it bolted for the room every time it visited and peed on the carpet.

Once my brother was chasing me and I figured if I ran into The Good Room he wouldn’t have the balls to follow me – his girlfriend normally kept them in her purse. He did follow me and we had a stand off on opposite sides of the coffee table. He finally tool a swing at me. Missed me – but he cough the next of the blue pottery loon – took the head right off!
Then we were best friends again – gluing the think back together before everyone got home. I don’t think they know about that one yet. It’s been about 30 years though.

Halloween

I was running behind with everything so The Girl and her friends decorated this year. They did a good job.

At least I managed to get the kids some pumpkins to carve.

The Girl headed out with friends this year. She is sooo over Hannah Montana.

It was really an awesome night – I got to see a bunch of people who I haven’t seen since we got back from Texas. It was nice to feel like I sort of belong again. Last year I passed out candy while the kids handed me religious brochures. The Dog still loves it - she thinks everyone is coming just to pat her.

It could be the last year for The Boy. He wanted to scare people more that Trick-or-Treat this year. After an hour of screwing up the scare the boys gave up and decided to go for the candy.