GRIN # 344
I know, I know!!! I’m working on it!
GRIN # 342
Ah, New Year’s Eve or, as Jerry and I like to call it, Amateur Night.
It’s when all the amateur drinkers go out, drive and get DUIs.
People, when the po-po tells you they’re gonna be out, believe it.
New York: A 12,000 pound ball made of 2,500 Waterford crystals will drop in Times Square. Unfortunately, due to the snow they haven’t had trash pick-up in a week, so bring nose clips. Eww.
Atlanta: A Peach
Madison, WI: A giant cheese wedge (what else?).
Raleigh: We drop a 1,250-pound copper and metal acorn in the “City of Oaks.”
Mt. Olive: A giant illuminated pickle drops at 7 p.m.
Kure Beach: A beach ball
Clay County: A possum (eww, again).
And, finally, in the town of Eastover, NC, a 3-foot , 30-pound flea will descend at midnight. Constructed from fabric and wood by the town’s mayor, the flea is a memento of a few decades ago when the town was known mainly for its terrible flea infestation.
I’m thinking maybe Eastover needs a good PR person.
Be safe, ya’ll!!
GRIN # 341
I hate I’m writing about pee again. I bet if I did a word search on this blog, I’d be disgusted at the number of times pee and poo come up.
Anyway, I can totally live with guys forgetting to put the seat down. I have eyes and, frankly, I can see if it’s not down.
The problem in my house, with Tyler anyway, is that he never puts the seat UP.
“QUIT PEEING ON THE DAMN SEAT, BOY!”
“It was a mergency, Mom.” Yeah. Every time is a mergency.
I swear I taught him better than that.
On another note, we went to Crabtree Valley Mall today so Tyler could spend a gift card that he got for Christmas from the Lego store.
I’d completely forgotten how crowded that mall is at Christmas. It was a madhouse and took us 20 minutes to park. When I saw someone at their car, I’d roll down my window and ask, “Are you coming or going?” Tyler thought that was rude.
And all the seats were taken!!
One man totally monopolized the best chair the ENTIRE time we were in there.
Tyler was pretty pissed he wasn’t sharing.
“Tell him to move, Mom. He’s totally had his turn.”
“Now that would be rude,” I said.
Can you imagine the stories those salespeople have? Every time I go in there, people are all laid out, just like we were wanting to do.
We did get to try out the neck wraps.
I just hope I didn’t come home with bed bugs or lice.
That would be way worse than sitting in pee.
If I was really lazy I could have just posted “Refer to GRIN #6″ because it’s the same story: SNOW DAY!!
It was a gorgeous snow too….
Tomorrow…the cleanup begins!
GRIN # 331
I don’t know what I’ve done to my son that he’s banned all mythical figures from his childhood: Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy and, of course, Santa Claus. (“That beard! It just freaks me out!”)
BUT, in the event that your kids are normal and actually WANT to go sit on his lap and ask for their heart’s desires (who wouldn’t??), then I have good news for you.
You don’t have to go to the mall to see Santa.
Santa lives among us.
Specifically, he lives at 605 Longton Hall Court in Apex.
The entire house is lit up. And from 7 to 9 pm every night from December 12 to December 23, the family opens their garage–outfitted with hearth, fireplace, Santa chair, trains, tv, presents–to the community. The man dresses in a Santa suit with all the trimmings and sees the kids. His wife dresses as Mrs. Claus. It’s awesome.
Around the back of the house is more lights, including the giant Christmas tree you can see from the road. On your way out, grab a few candy canes and you’re done.
We checked it out last night and it was beautiful.
Freaky? A little. But special too.
Check it out.
GRIN # 329
Sitting here with the family watching the most depressing kid’s movie EVER: Wall-E.
I’m seriously hoping it gets better. It starts out with the world being trashed so badly by all the humans that they go to live in space while Wall-E robots clean it all up. Up in space, the humans are all grotesquely obese because they live in “hover” chairs and eat, eat, eat and buy, buy, buy. Nice.
That’s as far as I’ve gotten, but dang, I think the news is cheerier.
On another note, Jerry stunned me when he said he wanted all of us to “go shopping” today. That happens about once every 10 years or so. He wanted to look at some shoes at Kohl’s but said we all needed to “get out.” Hell, I’d been out. To basketball, the gym, the grocery store.
Still, I couldn’t resist. Jerry never goes shopping, and if I played my cards right I could slip in something for myself on his Kohl’s card.
It didn’t work out that way because he was too damn fast. We were gone a total of 40 minutes (driving included) and he got two pairs of shoes and Tyler got two pairs of shoes and three pairs of pants. I couldn’t even linger, let alone browse.
So Mama’s happy.