The Pool

We have spent a fair number of days at the pool this summer. It has been a good time, almost every time.

It is heartwarming to watch my kids delight in playing together. There are 3 of them, who needs friends, seems to be the attitude. Mac loves to give Sam and Hannah rides on his back. They love to get them. Mac has been helping Sam learn how to swim, and catching Hannah when she jumps off the edge.

They play the radio at the pool, sort of loudly. Some days it is almost deafening. They play mostly oldies, so, sadly, songs from when I was a teen. The kids have heard many of these songs and love to sing along. We have taken to singing along very loudly. This of course has caused us to discover that more people than you might have guessed, from our neighborhood, frequent the pool. I am already there in my bathing suit, which isn't a real pretty picture to begin with, so at this point, what is a little more humiliation?

The above is more for painting the scene, we are loud, obnoxious and impervious to embarrassment. We arrived on the scene yesterday, in a swimming pool mood. Jukebox Hero was playing on the radio. The kids are all excited, they like this song, they "know" the words. Mac grabs his towel, which is rolled up, and pretending to make it into a microphone and as loud as he can belts out "He is a juice-box hero, he has stars in his eyes..." It was a glorious moment.

Yup, that is right, after all these years of teasing him about it, he still really believes that there is such a thing as a juice-box hero. All is not lost. Of course jukeboxes these days are not so common and they don't play records, and he did have to make sure he knew what one was when I told him it was NOT juice-box, but rather jukebox.

Good Bye Hair

This just in, Hannah has cut her hair. Her beautiful long curly locks have been shorn. She took the kitchen shears and cut her pig-tail off. I learned, that her cousin already cut her hair once. Apparently her cousin did a good job, because I didn't really notice. But, in the spirit of channeling Leah, Hannah cut 5" off. I should have taken a picture of her prior to my cleaning it up, but I was too horrified.

Hannah had long hair down to the middle of her back, and now, it just barely grazes her shoulders. The picture does not show it after a good wash, when the curls are back. Sure she looks cute, with her bob of curly hair. I will miss the pigtails on my baby, she looks like a big girl now.


I will leave you with a picture of the new hair, short. I am sad. I liked the long hair. It will grow. She just came in and asked if she could have another haircut. I guess, it begins.

Great, just great

Great Googly Moogly... Dishrag Tag is starting. I am super excited about this. Teams are assigned, and my team is the only one that has even started posting in the forums. I am thinking we are very enthusiastic. This is so great. (I just realized that we can not see the other teams forums, so that we can strategize. Duh.)

As I was tooling through my teammates, I checked out their blogs to see what they were about and what not. They all seem totally cool. THEN...

I tooled by my blog just to see the public face. It occurred to me that the post that was fairly current was the one where I discuss the state of my underwear. GREAT, just freakin' great. Yeah, I finally get traffic on my blog and I am talking about my underwear falling apart.

So, now all of my teammates must think I am something. I am not even sure what sort of something they might think I am... I want to say, listen, I am not what ever bad thing you are thinking.

I am sort of just a Mom, apparently with bad underwear. I hold a post graduate degree, I used to have a real job and make money. Now I have a pretend job that doesn't pay well.

So, don't be sad about having the crazy one from IL on your team. I am ok, motivated, able to knit AND purl. I will finish my dishrag in one maybe two days, depending on the kids schedule. I live near a postal handling facility.