At 4:30 am on Thursday, I was awakened by thunder. Lightening was flashing and the rain was falling and the wind was howling.
It's like Mother Nature herself got tired of winter, heaved a big sigh, and blew it all away.
To leave us with this:
|Yup, that's my driveway.
|Aaaand this would be off to the side of our driveway. That water actually continues all the way out onto the street.
The amount of water and mud around here is extraordinary! When walking on the usually solid grass, I sink up to an inch into the ground. Imagine what happens when I have to walk in mud.
I will not complain.
'Cause it's not snow, and I'm not freezing to death.
You know how since the invention of the internet, all sorts of new "words" have been created? Things like "awesomesauce" and "snowmageddon"? Cuckoo has never surfed the web, but he's jumping on the bandwagon. He showed me something today (I think it was some MiniWheats that were stuck together, because that is a party every time it happens. We have approximately 6 parties with each breakfast.), and commented that it was "hunormous".
You heard it here first.
Learn it. Remember it. Use it.
Don't know if you noticed, but my header is boring. And baby poop colored.
I thought I'd try to come up with something better on my own.
In doing so, I have learned that web design is most certainly not a strength of mine.
This is what I have come up with so far:
The only positive is it's not poop colored. The brightness may hurt the eyes, but it won't remind you that you have to go to the bathroom.
I'll keep working on it. Or get someone else to do it for me.
Times, they are a changin'.
Kids and teens are growing up with such new technology, they see things vastly differently than we do.
For example, in the car today, as always, we were listening to the radio. A song Cuckoo doesn't particularly like came on, and he asked me to skip it. He couldn't wrap his brain around the fact that one could not actually skip a song he doesn't like when listening to the radio.
While that was amusing, another incident all but knocked me to the ground with it's shock value.
Wednesday night, Phoenix had plans to work at the food pantry after school. I was to pick him up at 7:30 or so. At 6:50 I was getting ready to leave, and I looked at my phone. There was a text from Phoenix which said, "Nobody showed up". Plans had been cancelled. He had sent that text at 5:19. From 5:19 until I responded at 6:50, he did nothing else to contact me.
When I picked him up, it was clear that he was bored out of his skull for the 2+ hours he was waiting at school. Part of our conversation went like this...
Me through gritted teeth, because all that went down was extremely inconvenient and a big time-waster: Why didn't you just call the house?
Him: It never crossed my mind.
Me: Are you telling me you had a telephone in your hand, yet it never occurred to you to actually dial your home number with it?
Him realization dawning: Um, no. It never did.
From now on, we will no longer be able to call it a phone. People under the age of 20 don't know how to actually use a telephone. We need a new word.
Teletext? Thumber? I have no idea. One of you etymology people needs to get on this for me, wouldja?
I love the Olympics. I do believe I've shared that with you before. However, I am going to be glad when they are over. I need me some sleep. NBC, of course, always put my favorite events last, so they can maximize their advertising. I, of course, have to stay up to watch them. It's all just too exciting, I can't be satisfied with only seeing highlights on the morning news.
Speaking of the Olympics, don't know if you heard of the fellow Hoosier, Nick Goepper, who won bronze in slopestyle, but he's awesome. A bit of his story was shown before he competed (after the little kids were in bed), including some home videos from when he was a child. They showed him jumping off the couch, the table, and anything else he could find. There were mats on the floor to catch him after he flipped and spun his way off the furniture. While I watched, I thought about what great parents he had. 99% of parents would have scolded their son for doing such things, making the boy stop before he broke the furniture or his head. Nick's parents, though, encouraged him to be himself. They even allowed him to build a contraption in the backyard, turning the area into a mud pit which rivals the muck in my driveway.
The next day, as I cleaned the kitchen, I heard Cuckoo playing the piano. He doesn't "play" as much as he pounds the keys into submission. I went over to take a peek at him playing, when much to my shock and dismay, he was not playing the piano at all! He was standing on it!! Once he got himself turned around and situated, he launched himself into the air and into the jump-o-lene strategically placed nearby.
That video of Nick Goepper immediately went through my mind, and I had myself a conundrum. Was I going to go with my first instinct and yell, "Stop doing that before you break your head!" or calmly walk away and leave him to it?
Guess what I did.
I'll just say that if he doesn't become an Olympic medal winner, I'm gonna be mad.
Today is the day!!! After much anticipation and discussion ad nauseam, the half birthday party at the bounce house place has arrived. The cake has been baked. The friends have been invited. The boy has been told that he doesn't get to dictate who does and does not get ice cream.
This should be interesting.
I'll be sure to tell you all about it in my 10 Things of Thankful tomorrow. Probably with an annoying number of photos. 'Cause I know you live for them. :)
Head on over to Jen's to read some other quick takers.
Have a lovely day!