Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Tonight after my student's piano recital, I was chatting with a parent when she told me about a conversation she had with her son, my student, while they were driving.

His mom, "What do you think you'd like to do when you grow up?"

My piano student, "Be a piano teacher.  Can I do that?"

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Rhythm's Gonna Get You!

My son woke up tired today, but determined to get his chores finished so we can get to the park.  One of the things on his list today was to take care of the chickens.  So the house is nice and quiet and he walks out the door to gather eggs, make sure they have enough food / water, etc.  As he walks back into the house, his dad has started to play "We Will Rock You".  We like that song a lot and upon hearing it, my son immediately starts jamming out (is that term still used?) - and a moment too late remembered that there use to be eggs in his hands.  No mud in your face today, that would be eggs on the legs.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Today I am watching a cute 5 year old boy for a few hours, kids are so much work but just pure joy!!!

We're making brownies and as he jumps onto the chair to reach the mixing bowl he tells me, "When I step with these shoes I step on germs.  That's why I run a lot and so fast at recess so I can kill a lot of germs."

I sure miss those little ones!

Thursday, June 7, 2012


We're talking to our gas attendant, cause we're spiffy like that and never fill our own gas, and he's wearing a Vietnam Veteran hat.  And he's ranting on how much he hates what the government has turned into and than tells us, "Wait.  You've got to see this!"  He takes off his hat and shows us the tag, "Made in Vietnam".

(Where we live, it really is illegal to pump your own fuel, lol.)

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

My youngest has just discovered my blog.  She has known about it, but has just taken an interest in reading it.  Whether it's genuine interest or just a great stall for bedtime tactic, I'm not sure.  I keep my blog "clean" so yes, I let her read it for a bit, and walk out of the room.

Fast forward a few minutes.  She yells, "Mom!  What is IM-PO-TENT?"  (May 15, 2012 post, )

My husband's IMMEDIATE response heard from the other room, "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

* * *

The reading continues.  She gets to the post from February 27, 2012 and yells, "Daddy!  How could you?!?!"   ( )

Well that's when my husband decided to enforce bedtime.  :)

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

After reading the previous posting, my daughter tells me not to feel badly, because daddy is older. 
And then proceeds to mock her father for his age. 

His response, "That's it.  You're not getting a birthday present this year."  (Yes he's teasing.)

With a slight question in her eye, she asks me,
"Mommy, will I still get a telescope for my birthday?"  -pause-  "This year?"

Monday, June 4, 2012

"Never ask a woman her age."  A saying that is right under, "Never ask a women if she's pregnant."  Well I've never had a problem with the first question, and recently have begun to wonder why this adage is so strong.  Today I found out.

While discussing a math problem, a fellow student (I really thought he was older than me), reveals the year he graduated high school.  I look at him and say, "That's the year my youngest was born."  (I know, my mistake for bringing it up.)  Of course he asks me how old I am.  Looking at him and wondering if I should tell the truth, I pause for a bit before answering honestly. 

His physical response gave me the answer to why you never ask a woman her age.

He literally rocked backwards as if a full force baseball hit him in the face. 

Ya.  I'll never tell again.

Saturday, June 2, 2012


You know sometimes you're in a zone and even if what you're trying to find is standing in front of you, you have a hard time seeing it?  Well that didn't happen to me the other day.  But it did for another lady.

I'm walking out of a bathroom stall, and there's an older lady standing in the corner bent over looking to see if there are feet in the stalls.  Since I'm walking out of a stall, naturally I'd expect her to stop.  But she doesn't.  She's trying to look around me, annoyed that I'm in her way.  I badly wanted to say, "There's not another person in there ..." but held my tongue. 

And I'm really hoping she was just in that zone.  I'm telling myself she was.