I’ll take Human Anatomy for a laugh, Alex
It seems that the good stuff always happens during Jeopardy at our house. As per the norm, we were sitting around after dinner expanding our minds with a good dose of jokes thrown in for good measure. I believe the category was "No Bones about It" or something else cheesey like that where every answer was a bone in the body.
The clue of the day was a video clue and so one of the Clue Crew was standing next to a skeleton and started asking about the last bone in the spine.
You know, that one over there.
Right.
So, Kiddo, being the genius that she is, decides to yell out the answer.
"CERVIX!"
Thankfully, we were already done eating because had food been being consumed, it certainly would have been spewed all across the room.
Um, no. That would be coccyx.
Ohhh, she replied.
"Where's your cervix?"
HA! No way is my child having sex or even thinking about it.
Yes, I told her where it is to which she replied, oh, I was on the wrong side.
Life, in our house, is a sitcom.
Las cosas de Martes en el diez y ocho de Marzo (or Things on Tuesday on March 18)
Yeah, three years of high school Spanish, living in Mexico for two years and being engaged to a fluent Spanish-speaker means I should speak more Spanish! (Not just write it, where I'm pretty good.)
Things that I loathe today:
- freezing to death in the office
- super-loud ringtones…it's work folks, put it on vibrate
- not being able to see outside
- false advertising
- how quiet my phone is
- PMS
- my inability to come up with a topic that would sustain a blog on its own
And on the love side:
- only 9 more days till mini-vacation
- one full week of childless walking around the house nekkid (hooray for spring break and Mom!)
- planning summer vacation – man I love the Keys
- the plant on my desk that Lovey gave me for Valentine's day
- Kiddo's funny stories and funny stories about Kiddo
- yogilates or piloga, take your pick
- an extra $60 coming my way
- Don Omar, Daddy Yankee, Pitbull, reggaeton in general….yeah, I know, don't bother saying it
- Lovey with a new position (hopefully, keeping my fingers crossed!)
Goooooooo, Tuesday!
The true meaning of PMS
It's that dreaded time of month, approximately a week before a woman's cycle. Not bicycle and not unicycle, either. For years and years it's been called PMS, or pre-menstrual syndrome. We're tired, cranky, and will bitch-slap you for looking at us crooked. Well, I'm here to tell you what PMS really stands for.
PLEASE, MORE SUGAR!
You see, that's all we really want. Ladies, can you honestly say that you don't just want a piece of chocolate or a slice of cake, or hell, the entire cake? Gentelmen, have you not soothed your savage beast with some form of sugar? It's all we want, nay, need in those few days.
I personally am a bottomless pit when it comes to sugar during that time. Hence the reason I just ate a piece of cake at 9:30 am. (Thanks, Roboco, it was quite yummy!) There is no amount of sugar that can quench the thirst of the monster in my belly. I just must have it!
Why? Why do I eat like this when I know it just makes a mockery of the exercising that I've been doing? Why do I do it when I know I have to fit into a dress that doesn't have a lot of extra space in 11 days? I can't help myself, that's why. I have no willpower. I only have sugar and my big, fat fanny. Now, pass me another slice of that cake.
When Kiddo speaks Spanish
Something reminded me of this earlier this evening.
When Kiddo was about 4 or 5, I was driving down the road and she was in the back in her car seat. Kiddo proclaimed that she could count in Spanish. I figured I would play along and told her to go ahead. It went a little something like this:
Kiddo: One is uno.
Me: yes
Kiddo: Two is dos.
Me: very good
Kiddo: Three is tres.
Me: nice job
Kiddo: Four is twat-ro.
Me: (after recovering from nearly driving off the road from bouts of laughter) Almost, Kiddo, that's CUATRO.
Kiddo: Ok.