A Limerick for every occasion

It’s over. Not that this is necessarily a bad thing; or for that matter, a good thing either. It’s just simply…over.

There is so much that I could say about Thanksgiving this year, but I thought maybe I’d try and mix it up a bit.

Therefore, I hereby present, my Thanksgiving Limericks:

At my house here we held our Thanksgiving
Celebrated with joy by the living
Though some of us slept
While the rest of us swept
When the gym opened back up, I was driven!

My mom has forgotten that small boys
Will fight over food, space and small toys
When I yell, “Hey you guys STOP!”
She says, “What up there pop?
Your yelling just adds on to their noise!”

There isn’t enough hard alcohol
Stored there in the wet bar in the hall
To keep me from wishin
That my mom would stop bitchin
About the supposed economic downfall

AND LASTLY:

When the toddler is down for his long nap
Why can’t you all shut up your trap?
And stop stomping around
Like you own this here ground
Oh Lord help me put up with this crap!

Though I make fun, we really had a very good Thanksgiving. I don’t publicly thank God for my blessings too often, but I do give him all the glory and praise for what I’ve been blessed with. I hope he understands that, at times like these, I’m mostly just having a good time. I’m not really this uptight. I think God has a sense of humor too.

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Playdate Follow Up

Since so many people have asked (like 3!), I thought I’d offer a follow up post to my “family affair” playdate this past Sunday.

Let me start with a free form word/thought association as the 2 hour playdate carried out:

• Man, steep hill. Hope I can get the car back down
• Whoa, flat backyard. Nice
• Hi, good to see you. Thanks for the invite
• Hmm, house layout is similar to ours
• Man, a Sunroom?
• Man, two fireplaces?
• Man, a finished basement?
• Damn, nice bar!
• Dude, that’s gotta be at least $3,000 in top shelf liquor!
• Man, this is a really nice place. Makes ours feel kinds smallish
• (lightbulb coming on in head) You sold your house in Vinings for $700K? No wonder you can afford all the work you’ve done on this place!
• Where are the kids?
• Sure, I’ll take a Corona!
• No really, we can’t stay too long.
• Of course you have a Wii already? Doesn’t everyone EXCEPT my kids?
• Um, spoiled much?
• You’re fifty? Dang!
• I smell poopy diapers.
• Best get going.
• Thanks again.
• I can’t see a damn thing backing down this hill. I hope I don’t hit her green designer Target lawn bags!

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. We had a good time, and cut the playdate at about 2 hours right when the dad was talking about lighting up the firepit outside. I’m not sure how they saw the evening playing out, but we left at 5 p.m. Any longer and we’d have been cutting into dinner and baths and such and to my knowledge, there was no invitation to dinner.

Maybe it’s just me, but do you ever get the feeling when you meet new people that you’re being sized up as a couple for a potential “swingers party” invitation? While I’m not interested (much), I would like to think that CareerMom and I would be at the top of any swinger’s party list because we’re just THAT good looking. Much like, I’m not gay, but I would probably get all offended if gay men didn’t think I was boyfriend material (does that make me gay?).

People are funny though. CareerMom and I were both taken aback by their house, and their stories of yearly “Adult Only” trips, because one of the first times we met the mom, she was complaining about her daughter wanting a jumpy thing at her birthday party and the mom was saying how she wasn’t going to spend $50 on it.

I guess it just comes down to priorities. If it made my kid happy, I’d forgo the vacation to Aruba so I could splurge on his birthday party.

Anyway, it was good to meet new folks and their son is definitely good friend material, so time well spent.

Hey, in case I don’t talk to any of you before Thursday, have a fantastic Thanksgiving!

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I’m doing what this afternoon?

OK, quick post because I don’t have much time here. 

We’re always looking out for kids around our neighborhood for MLI to hook up with since his daycare is NOT in our school district and since when he does start Kindergarten next year, we want him to have some friends. So, there’s a little boy his age that he’s played with at the pool a few times and a week ago, CareerMom reached out to his mom to try and set up a playdate over the holidays.

What ensued is a playdate today, at 3:30. That’s fine, but what I’m befuddled about, is how I got roped into it.

See, this other little boy’s mom’s last e-mail to CareerMom said, “Great !  Lets just plan to come to our house.  Please bring all the boys as Brian will be home so maybe he and Chris could talk sports !”

OK, so when did a playdate become a family affair? Is this normal? My idea of a playdate, is where one (or both) kids goes with one of his or her parents to play with another child who is also there with a parent. (notice the use of singular “parent”)

I’m wondering, does this lady think I’m gonna drag along and just to be nice, she offered up the company of her husband to keep me sane, or does she actually want us all to come over and make it a “family affair?”

I tell ya, I gots me some plans for that free time, and those plans don’t include making small talk with a guy whom I’ve already small talked with and come to the conclusion that, “He’s a nice guy, but we’ll never be best buds.”

How do playdates usually work for you?

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Picture Phone Phriday

Ok, so the original picture I had taken for today, didn’t turn out so well, but for the sake of humor, I’m still going to post it:

I took this picture as I was following behind this car, so it’s obviously blurry. But what was so great about it, was the bumper sticker.

We’ve all seen the various ribbons signifying different things:

- yellow ribbons for the troops

- red ribbons for drugs

Well, see the little ribbon there? It’s pink, which would normally say something like, “Breast Cancer Awareness” or something.

Rather, this one simply said, “Save the Ta-Ta’s!”
There’s apparently a Web site and everything here.

HA HA HA! Now THAT’s an effort I can get behind (literally).

OK, but since that picture was such a bust, I took another one that you’re all surely to find just as riveting. I often talk about my work from home office, and expound on the virtues of my “save your back” work set up, but I thought perhaps this one time, I’d just shut up and show you:

Here’s where I spend the majority of my Work from Home day and from where I do the majority of my blogging. The two bookshelves flanking my desk are full of those devil-books by names like Rice and Feist, Dickson and Brooks, and all those wonderful writers whose work reaches a level of excellence that I can only dream about ever reaching.

Ah well, to each his own.

Well folks, that’s probably gonna do it for me this week unless I get some free time this weekend. So, have a wonderful Weekend!

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