Sunday at Grandpa's & Grandma

This is a story told to me by Tim. I stayed home with sore throat and bad cold and thoroughly enjoyed having the house to myself to putter around in and 'do stuff'.


Tim took the trainer wheels off Luke's bicycle in the garage while Luke helped with his own wrench. Afterwards, he stood back and with complete exuberance announced, "THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!"
He mastered the two wheels instantly.....and rode off full blast down Grandma and Grandpa's lane in Kailua. He even rode side saddle and tried to come to skidding stops.
Later in the evening he took Dad aside and in his 'man-to-man' voice said, "Dad, I need to talk to you."
"Okay, whuts up?"
"Now that my trainer wheels are off my bicycle are we going to take the trainer wheels off my motorcycle? Because YOU said I could take my trainer wheels off my motorcycle when I learned to ride my big bicycles with no trainer wheels!"
He then looked at Dad and there was a long pause while Dad tried to figure out how to stall taking the trainer wheels off the motorcycle. Tim quickly developed a answer.
"Lukie, I said we would take off the trainers on the motorcycle AFTER you learned to ride your bicycle with no trainer wheels VERY VERY VERY good.
"Well, I rode really good today!"
"I know son but I want you to be able to ride your bike with no mistakes."
"Okay, is that when I'm 5 years old?"

Geeze. Sheesh. Dangnagit.

These are the words I am trying to use now that I am trying to be a better, example to my son in the cussing department. I would like to chill on the bad language and what not. I am into this. I guess I say 'crap' alot or something.

Question for the Day: Why is my husband smug? I don't know and nor do I want to know.

Last randomness. For so long I could not get my photos to stretch out on the slide show like I just did with no problemo. What's that about? I wracked my brain forever then gave up trying and let my blog look all a mess like I'm a total computer tard. Which I am, but there are directions on how to do it. So it should have worked. Anyway, guess its working now. I guess I can't be all happy about it
because
I am in a total funk. My son did not get into the school I was totally heart- set on for him. (BTW, at this school they interview Parents not Kids) So its not like it was something about him. It was me! Ahhg. I am so on fire over this. I don't show well. But I told his Dad he needed to call and talk to them and what not...since he is our 'showface' of the family! What I mean is, he is .a...you know..socially acceptable, No mohawk, no facial hair, no accent of any kind,suit,tie,guy... the perfect, Front! Not that I have that much facial hair or mohawk....but you know what I mean. Wax.

Anyway, I think more could have been done instead of just me going down there to the interview and the second interview and the third ect, paperwork, ect. phone calls....from all me. Yay.Team. That would really freak him out....I could tell him I have a whole system set up for Luke called "Operation Free Bird". Hahaaa. Thats right minimal rules. No lids on toothpaste, ect. Lots of painting, singing, dance ect. I say its better for a child to learn something when they are passionate about it. In fact, I quote.......myself. I said,"Listen, I really don't think its a big deal he's not into his xyzs567's yet. Besides, he'll get that in due time. Its not a contest whose kid can regurgitate the most cra....stuff!
I couldn't believe I said that. It just came out. Didn't really sound like me. I mean it did sound like me, the way I think but it came out better than usual.
Have I mentioned I haven't been able to sleep in a long time? I'm getting so kooky.
So friends if anyone has read this far. Don't blame me if I list some crime against fashion thing up for auction...like I said, I haven't had enough sleep lately. No not really. I'd Never do that. Bad fashion.
Hi Dad.