My six year old son was playing Marble Blast on the computer when I thought it would be a good idea for him to stop his game and come read me a book. Because really? Who can get enough of Ten Apples Up on Top? The antics and drama always keep me coming back for more.
I called from the living room, “Hey, why don’t you come in here and read me a story?”
And it’s a good thing I knew he was playing a game, because he replied, “Okay, but wait until I die first!”
A few months ago, my husband started a new job. His office isn’t particularly close to our house though. Because of that distance, and for various other reasons, I had never gone to visit his new digs with the kids. None of those reasons being that I was hoping to drop 20 pounds before meeting his new co-workers.
But, today he asked that we come up so I could hang some pictures for him and so he could introduce us to the people he hangs out with all day long.
I did my best to make the kids look presentable, I flat-ironed my hair, made up my face, and spent a half hour deciding what to wear. Though, that outfit turned out to NOT be good enough, so I stopped at a department store on the way to his office to buy a new shirt.
After we parked, I wiped off my son’s face and made sure my daughter’s hair wasn’t sticking out in all the wrong places.
But, I forgot to tell my son not to make comments about what people look like.
The first person we saw was the middle-aged receptionist, to whom my son quickly referred to as, “Grandma”.
And, the second person we met was a lovely lady whose face my son crept close to, then he looked her in the eye and said, “You have a little, little, little mole.”
I should’ve known that with my kid around, the least of my worries would be what I looked like.
In an interview with Conde Nast Traveler, Matt Damon was quoted as saying, “I think many of our problems as a country would be solved if people had thick passports. There’s just no substitute for actually going and seeing things.”
Thanks Matt. We’ll get right on that.
If you haven’t been watching the Olympics, it’s time to climb out from under your rock. Let’s catch up, shall we?
The opening ceremony in Beijing was, simply put, visually stunning. Unless you happened to be on narcotic pain killers for a migraine headache, in which case it was quite scary.
The audience was filled with world leaders and dignitaries, including our very own President George W. Bush, who appeared hot around the collar. It’s possible it was the temperature. But, it was more likely the lead paint from his “red phone”, which was ironically Made in China.
Here, he trades in that red phone for his finger phone and tells Russian Prime Minister, Vladimir Putin to, “Call me”.
This is swimmer, Michael Phelps. He strikes this pose A LOT. Because he can. He currently holds three gold medals with more on the way. On day three, he and his teammates took it upon themselves to smash some Frenchies. Merci beaucoup, Mr. Phelps. Merci beaucoup.
If you haven’t watched synchronized diving, don’t start. You will be enthralled by the smoothness, the timing, and the skill, only to find out something was completely off.
A fraction of a twist here, a slight over extension there. All noted while the divers are flipping and speeding through the air. Here you can clearly see why the USA didn’t earn a medal. What? You don’t see it? Note the toe curl. No medal for you!
Currently, China and the United States are neck and neck in the overall standings. If you want to give a shout out to the underdog, you’ll need to cheer for Uzbekistan. Because if your country was somewhere between Kyrgyzstan and Tajikistan, you’d need people to cheer for you too…medals or not. No offense to the former Soviet Bloc. Just sayin’.
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