Re: Humongous

If you received an email with this in the subject line, what would do?

Wouldn't you assume that it was one of the hundreds of junk mails you received advertising male enhancement devices? I know I get things like that all the time.

This time, though - I opened this one as I knew what it was.

Our wonderfully bright daughter, Emily Rose, is one of 5 grand prize winners in an essay contest sponsored by Backyard Sports and Humongous Inc. Her teacher entered her class's essays about being what it means to be a good sport in this writing contest. There were only 5 grand prize winners of all the entrants nationwide. Emily was one of them. Needless to say, hubby and I are so proud of her! And, she is exploding with joy and pride as well. As she should be.

I always take 50% percent of the credit when compliments about our kids are given. But this time I'll take more. Emily's penchant for writing and reading come from me moreso than Hubby. If it were a math award, well- that's all him.

I hope the Admission's department at Harvard considers 3rd grade work relevant for the Class of 2017. Damn, that's just an unfathomable number.

And to my wonderful 8 year old - I say "You rock!"

Humongous news, no?

In All Seriousness.....NOT

So let it not be said that I am all serious all the time. I can be goofy too.
And if I am not goofy myself, I have no problem making my family goofy, look goofy, do goofy things or act goofy. They are, afterall, my Pinocchio and I - their Gipetto! The ultimate puppeteer!

I believe I have found the sure fire marriage-reparation device of the century. Although I would not put on the the goofy helmet ( I do have standards ) these little gloves will put a smile on anyone's face. We had a 4th birthday party for Rachel at a place called Pump It Up. An indoor bounce house and inflatables place. Who had more fun, the 4 year olds or the 40+ year olds? And, we all desperately needed a good laugh as this was just days after my dad's funeral and days before my own shit hit the fan.

"Leave the toilet seat up again, who me - NEVER!

"You spent how much on those shoes??"

"Do I look fat in these jeans?"

We went to the Skirball Museum in Los Angeles. A great museum with an amazing exhibit called Noah's Ark , made with all recycled and repurposed materials that the kids can climb and experiment with. Anyway, one of the happenings that day was a guy who travelled the globe making huge balloon animals and sculptures. He showed us how to make balloon hats and flowers. Can you tell which little one was wiped out and didn't want to be goofy?

What kid doesn't want to surprise their dad when he comes home from work? Rachel hid in the toy basket...can you tell which one is her? I do call her 'dolly' 'cuz she is one. It took him a minute to even know she was there.


I am also including the a short video of the absolute best airport time waster I have ever seen. At Miami International Airport - tucked between a Corona Beer cart and a Bacardi Bar- which happen to be about every ten feet - there is a wall of 'water'. As you walk by it, it moves with you as if you were in the water. Hubby and I got stuck there with the girls (well, between Corona's anyway) and had a blast. We 'swam' with the fishes , if you will. Coulda sold tickets (or at least financed another beer) to the passers-by who were so intrigued by our laughing children - I mean, who actually has FUN in an airport? Quite frankly, hubby can make even the most mundane and tedious event fun, even for me....and you know me and my general fear of all things transportation related. This was a welcome respite and a great way to usher in 2008. It was 12/31/2007.

something funny ....

I just googled Swirl Girls Pearls and although I found my blog somewhere on page 27 or 28 -lots of actual pearl jewelry references and apparantly there are some porno references there as well. Did I miss something? And you thought I was just being clever when in reality I am a sexy beast....

I went back to my dance class today for 2nd time this year. The last time I went, I felt as though I was slogging through mud. Today was ...FUN! It felt good to cha-cha and mambo and chasse again! Those two little hours a week are my diva hours, and now I can enjoy them again- even at 60%. Wish I could sing along, though. Gracias Irene !

I have been emailing with some old friends from high school these past few days. It's amazing that after 25 (or more) years, memories flood back in as if no time has passed at all. Our lives all took divergent paths, but as I have always said - or rather as Dan Fogelberg said in the song of the same title....

"Love when you can,
Cry when you have to
Be who you must,
It's a Part of the Plan"

that was actually my quote in my yearbook....next to BH's at WK's. And those of us in the know , know what that means. Kinda sad that that is how people remember me from High School. I think 5 girlfriends referenced me in their 'memories' in some way. I guess I should be happy to be remembered at all.

just thought of it kinda funny, no?