BYOC!!! Bring Your Own Crazy!!

There is NUSSING better than a Friday, is there?


Oh wait – yes there is. BYOC on a Friday! Or shoe shopping. With purses amuck. Or about a million other things BUT for right now I’ve got NUSSING but a little BYOC on a Friday – so take it or leave it!

BYOC – Bring Your Own Crazy – 5 questions you can copy and paste to your own blog if you so desire – in an effort to get to know your fellow bloggers better and to give your blog brain a break!

Enjoy!

1. I have to do some MAJOR cleaning tonight…which is prompting me to ask…what is the absolute worst thing you hate to clean or cleaning chore you hate the most? (vacuuming, dusting, laundry, toilets, floors, etc.)

Well, I'm pretty damn spoiled in that someone else does my toiletes though I'm not even sure if that would be my most hated - it's one of those things that is what it is - go in, get it done , get out (and never think about it again).... Although as I'm typing this... I do find it fairly frightening to even walk into my son's bathroom.  They are boys... enough said.  But to maybe actually answer the question asked - I hate hate hate hate to fold and put away laundry.  I think it goes back to some deep seated resentment towards my mother and laundry that it would take a shrink many, many years to unravel - but that's the one.  I don't mind washing and drying the clothes - it's the rest that kills me.  I spent 2 hours just folding and putting away the damn stuff last night and I sort of  had to block it out of my head what I was really doing - OH!  And there was preseason football on - our long national nightmare is over - football is back!!! Woo Hoo!!  That made it a little easier!


2. Brown or Black? Fly or Drive? Hot dog or Burger? Gold or Silver?
Um.. well I like both brown and black (and my mind isn't 100% on dirty things, I swear it's not).  I LOVE to drive so I'd say drive, but once you hit about 5 hours or so driving distance - I can't be bothered and I'd just as soon fly.  I don't really like either hot dogs or burgers.  I do like a good turkey burger - one I make with sun dried tomato pesto and feta cheese.... yummmmm.  Maybe for dinner tonight!  And gold and silver??? I like them both - it depends on my mood.


3. Repeat question: I’m going to pick a person not knowing your relationship with them or even if a relationships exists – and you then try to describe that person in 5 short sentences/words.

Maternal Grandmother

Aaaahhhh Mo.
Fun
Fierce
playful
very strong
stoic


4. Even if you don’t have kids, how do you feel about kids in multiple sports during their school years?  Were you in MULTIPLE sports all during school?  Forced or by choice?

Our kids are always playing at least one sport throughout the entire year; soccer, flag football, basketball, baseball, rugby, swimming, ultimate frisbee.  It's their choice, though I did strongly encourage Jackson to play baseball this past year because I thought the reason he didn't want to was bogus.  He thinks of baseball as 'Ted's sport' and feels he could never live up to Ted so he doesn't want to play it  - but the reality is a) you are your own person and if you enjoy a game you should play it if you want and b) he's a better natural athlete than Ted is and I was confident he'd do just fine and thought it would be a good idea for him to see that.  He played and he loved it! and he did fantastically.  He still loves flag football and rugby better (there's more running) and that's fine.  I don't care if he ever plays again but other than that bit of urging we let them chose.  We do limit them to two at any one time, though neither of them has ever wanted to do three.  But really, when we have 2 kids playing 2 sports each - the logistics of 4 sports a week is almost more than 2 adults can manage.  We much prefer when they are each playing one sport at a time for our own sanity - but we'll go to two if they really want to do it.

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

Blog land is totally fun.  People are rocking the challenge - visiting friends - and just generally living life to the fullest - I'm loving it!  Oh and now there's talk of sex toys and sex tours and maybe some live sex demonstrations all provided by Draz in Chicago - I'm thrilled to hear all this!!

Real life - is going along.  Jack's been home for the last three weeks just playing with the neighborhood kids, which there are PLENTY - but I think he's (and I know Brad had) reached his "Camp Dad" limit.  There is more bickering going on - but we'll survive! (the brunt is really on Brad).  Teddy hurt is wrist playing goalie at soccer camp yesterday.  I came home and he told me his wrist was fractured.  Um... I don't think so.  Mom!  I swear it is!  I know it is!  Okay babe, can you bend your wrist, twist it?  Show me what you can do.  He proceded to move his wrist around in a circle and bent it up and down.  I'm no doctor, so Camille, feel free to tell me I'm insane.  But I told him nope, it's not fractured or that would have made you scream like a little girl, instead of just being uncomfortable.  Not to mention there's no swelling or bruising or anything.  I did tape it up for him this morning when he said it still hurt - but for now, we'll just let him play soccer and perhaps stay out of the goal and let his feet do the talking.