Friday, July 8, 2011

BYOC!!! Bring Your Own Crazy!!

It’s time for BYOC – Bring Your Own Crazy…a couple of questions we answer to get to know each other better and to give our blogging brains a break! Copy and paste to your own blog and enjoy!

1. If you were asked to symbolize yourself as an animal – which animal would you be?

Good God... hmmmm.  Part of me wants to say an ostrich so I could just burry my head, but that's more do I want to be - and not really what I probably am... So.. I'm a turtle.  eh.. Not so glamorous, but I think I'm determined and resiliant and plod along in the direction I want to go.  I'm completely capable of hiding out and ignoring the world around me for a while, but when I come back out of my little self contained house, I'll start heading in the direction I want to go again - whether or not it's the direction someone else wants me to go.2. Did you ever play an organized sport – with coaches, rules and scoring? Tell us about it.

I swam, I'm not sure if that counts for what you're looking for or not, but I swam from age 7 or so until early high school.  I played softball as a young adult, but I never played a highschool sport.  I wish now I did, but I way too shy to every try such a thing back then.

3. When did you start shaving your legs?

I swear to God I don't have the slightest clue.  I can remember being in college and thinking it was a pain in the ass and I only did it when I had to - like if there was a man or shorts involved - so sometime before then, but that's as close as I can get.


4. When you’re in a crabby – pissy – want to stab everyone you see kind of mood – what do you do to get out of it or do you revel in it?

I tend to retreat when I'm in a shitty mood because it's far, far too easy for me to take it out on the world and I completely recognize that.  I am generally pretty even tempered however and so it doesn't happen too often.  And what I do to get out of it??? hmmmm I'm not sure.  I think I try to distract myself; by reading a book or talking to a friend.  Occassionally I'll decide my mood is more about me needing to work something out in my brain and I'll talk it out with Camille if that's the case and usually that helps, or at least moves me along the path.

5. Repeat question: Summarize your week in blogland and in real life.

Blog Life -  is lovely.  OMG - you guys are so flat out wonderful.  Talk about making a girl feel good about herself.  Thank you so much for all the lovely comments about my hair cut.  Today it looks a little like someone set a red curly mop on top of my bald head, but I'm not worried about it.  It'll probably take me the rest of the weekend to figure out what to do with it and in the meantime, I'm loving the length!  I'm enjoying the BOOBs challenge and am eagerly watching Barbara's recover and Stephanie's continued recovery from their respective surgeries.  I for one am so glad they have both been so gracious about sharing their journies with us - one day I imagine I'll be following in their footsteps in one way or another - so thanks to both of you!!

Real life - I'm sticking with eh.  Teddy's at camp so there's much less fighting.  Brad gave Jackson an amazing week of fun and daddy time.  They hit the zoo, went bowling twice, to the pool.  Jack also got to play on the big trampoline, watch a private fireworks show, and hang out with his best friend Jake as well.  He was so tired today he turned down the acquarium.  But... The icing on the cake was the whipped cream fight.  So.. Jack and Jake have been wanting to have a whipped cream battle for months and months.  They have been planning it out forever - they wanted to take the pressurized cans of whipped cream and shoot them at each other.  They've been patiently waiting until it was warm enough and finally yesterday was the day.  So Brad got the necessary supplies and let them have at it.  Apparently the only way the pressure in the can works (unless your victim is lying on the ground) is in that first initial spurt of stuff.  Beyond that they discovered that it woked best if you squirted a bunch in your hand and threw it at your opponent.  (I for one think this is good information to have for the future.)  Then Jake went home and Jack was nice and freshly showered when I got home in time to take him to rugby practice.

We get to rugby practice and after a while there was a lightening delay at practice so we're hanging out by the cars waiting and I'm chatting with this other dad and I kept getting whifs of this awful smell.  But we're in a parking lot and of coures who knows what kinds of things are out there, from dead animals to condoms to old food - so I didn't think too much about it.  The storms came through full force and we headed home in a serious downpour.  And during the ride home I continued to get the occassional whif.  You know what,  I just put a box of stuff in my trunk that had been in the garage for a couple of months.

Of course with my luck there will be a dead bird or something in that damn box - whatever, I'll deal with it when I get home.  I drive almost everywhere with my top down so the smell could have been there for a while and I might not have even noticed, this was the first time in a long time that I had to have the car closed up tight and there's definitely something there.  We get home and I check out the trunk.  huh.  It seems to be fine.  I was sort of thinking that maybe some yogurt or even a gallon of milk had gotten left in the trunk from a recent grocery trip - the smell was sort of sour milk-ish - totally delightful.  But no, trunk is good.  I open the car back up and it's definitely inside - but I drive a convertible - there's nothing anywhere, or it'll be blown out of the car so the car is always clean of any and all debris.  I open the windows so it can air out and head in to make dinner.

Move onto this morning.... I'm about to leave for work and I go to kiss Jackson goodbye and I'm knocked flat on my ass by the smell eminating from that boy's head.  I take a closer look and his hair appears nearly black in places and it's all matted down.  Lessons I've taken from this incident are; 1) 10 year old boys can not be trusted to do an adequate job of cleaning whipped cream out of their hair and 2) dried and warmed whipped cream smells NASTY!!!

7 comments:

kagead said...

LMFAO! Don't know which is better- the shaving legs criteria (which I share with you to this day) or the hygiene habits of prepubescent boys. Have a fabulous weekend!

Cat said...

I wish I could swim! I mean, I can play around and float and I have way too many fat cells, so I don't know I'd drown easily, but I don't know how to get my legs and arms moving together to propel me through the water.

Ronnie said...

*gaaaag* Boys. Please tell me this isn't what I have to look forward to. :/ lol

Glad there wasn't a dead bird or anything gross in your trunk!

Stacey said...

There is something about boys that disconnects their sense of smell when it comes to grossness. It seems the grosser the better. My son is older and I still have to stay on him about weird smells coming from his body and room.

♫ Drazil ♪ said...

OMG - mystery solved! Too funny! Love you!

Lee Ann said...

I'm totally with you on the shaving but I have to add gynecologist visits and surgery to the list. Luckily, it's not that often. LMAO on your son's whip cream hair. Sounds like it wouldn't work as styling product.

Becky said...

Lol, gross, whipped cream hair! Make sure he changes his pillowcase!