No, seriously

On my way to class today I slipped on a banana peel. In a skirt. I was in the skirt, not the banana peel. True story.

Emily!

E: Mama! Honey hit me!
J: Well, were you bothering her?
E: No...

E: And I also did not poke her in the eye.

Well it seemed like a good idea

Ben has finally come down with the coldish flu illness I had at the beginning of his visit. He's really tired and incredibly stopped up. Yesterday I put together a "feel better" package which included some tablets from Sudefed. You put them in the shower and they evaporate into a menthol eucalyptus steam that is supposed to clear one's sinuses. I love this sort of thing. However:
J: Oh! I'm glad you are taking a shower because look! I got you these tablets that are supposed to help your nose drain.
B: So you want me to go into the "shower" and inhale gassy fumes?
J: Ah. I see your point.

Brought to you by the letter...

Comment and I'll give you a letter; then you have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. Afterwords, post this in your journal and give out some letters of your own.I was assigned "W" so in no particular order:1. Wedge-heeled shoes2. Words you'd find on the SATs3. White chocolate4. Wreckers, The (as in the singing duo)5. Wrapping paper (It works for so many things - presents, matting photos, wall art, scrap-booking, etc.)6. Winter and Wolf productions7. Whiskey8. Wine9. What a Girl Wants starring Amanda Bynes10. Whimsy

Half a phone conversation

Heard on A&M campus by someone who is presumably intelligent enough to get into college:I'm not pissed because she lost it. It's that she can't find it.

Emily!

Way back last August Emily got a glimpse of me in my unmentionables. She knew what panties were but was confused about the top part. I answered her inquiry with the obvious: "its a bra." Now Emily was familiar with the word "Broccoli" because I shove the vegetable in her general direction about once a week. Obviously, I was mistaken regarding my apparel so she kindly pointed at me, laughed and said "No silly Mama, it is called braw-co-lee!" Ever since, she has very generously pointed out whenever someone's "braw-co-lee" is showing as my friend Dana Ballard can testify. In January of this year Em and I went shirt shopping together. I had to get a yellow shirt for work. On a side note, I look putrid in yellow so this was definitely not one of my favorite shopping trips ever. While I tried on new shirts, Emily tried on my clothes. At one point, I caught her shirtless, chest puffed out, inches from the mirror. "Look Mama! I have little braw-co-lettes!" My kid is a freaking genius.

Have you missed me?

 It seems like forever since my last post. I am a student now. A real live student. With classes. And homework. And an ungodly amount of reading. I'm sure you all understand that this translates into stress and being busy and not sleeping. However, it also translates into guilt. I feel awful for the past four years that I have spent underestimating student workers. All this time I was inwardly (and yes, sometimes outwardly) dogging on them for only working a few hours a week and complaining about eight o'clock classes and calling in to work because they had to study for a test. I am so so sorry. School is hard. Eight o'clock is so much earlier than it used to be. Tests are hard. There is never enough time to study and sleep and read and work and parent. Never. I'm pretty sure I'll survive, you all seem to have done so. I am just really sorry for all the time I spent underestimating you and assuming you were slacking off.