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It’s Monday, I have a ton of stuff to take care of, and yet, here I am.

You know, because I don't Vox on weekends.  Any old excuse will do.

Okay, if I don't get these things out, they'll be stuck in my head and they'll be in the way of doing my other stuff.

On commercials:

Yankeebob reminded me of this.  If you aren't in Florida or Georgia or one of the three other states that has a Publix, then you will not have seen this commercial.  Just so you know, Publix is a grocery store like your Winn-Dixie, Giant Eagle (pronounced Iggle), Albertsons, Kroger, whatever monstrous chain you have in your area.  Their slogan is "Publix.  Where shopping is a pleasure." 

They do these commercials about family and family time and such and Lovey seemed to find this one to be amusing.  It rotates around a black family and a woman who just married into the family.  She has just returned from her honeymoon and is attending a family function.  She is in someone's house and everyone is cooking and following recipes on beat up index cards.  Her husband tries to peek at one of the cards and the woman holding it (presumably his sister) yanks it away.

Everyone is cooking away and ignoring this poor new addition to the family.  Someone asks about her honeymoon and she starts to answer but gets pushed out of the way and all of a sudden, it's time to go to Big Momma's house.  The food is being passed around and everyone is chowing down but the Noob still feels a little uncomfortable.  Of course, the watchful eye of Big Momma sees this.  After dinner is cleared (this all happens in about 30 seconds, mind you), BM brings out a cake and Hubby whispers to the Noob that 'that's the cake I was telling you about'.  Three layers of yellow cake with fruit and whipped cream in the middle.  Big whoop, wanna fight about it?

No one eats on camera and everyone is now leaving.  BM is showing everyone the door and tells the Noob, "Welcome to the family."  Noob gives her best fake smile and as she and Hubby walk away, Noob reaches into her pocket to find the recipe for the cake.  AWWWWWWW!

Lovey found this commercial to be funny, bordering on dumb, but then again, Lovey ain't black.  Kudos to whatever ad agency wrote that one up because it's pretty darn true.  My Gram wouldn't write a recipe down.  EVER.  She took some great recipes to her grave.  I'm the only one that can even get close to her mac and cheese because I would stand under her in the kitchen constantly.  Does this part of the blog have an ending?  No.

On wedding plans:

I am so not girly when it comes to this sort of thing.  I've never wanted the white dress/church wedding.  Ever since I can remember, I've been upsetting my mom with a 'why can't I get married in the back yard and have a BBQ' attitude.  Last week, Lovey and I were briefly discussing getting married after watching a funny video.  I mentioned that I wasn't into the whole thing and he said that he was fine with that.  I did say, though, that if it was gonna be anything even remotely done-up, that I would want it to be at the Club Med here in Florida so it would be easier to gather my friends since they're scattered all over.  Lovey happened to love that idea, hooray.  So we didn't set a date, per se, but figured we'd do it before our big move out west.  So, spring to early summer of 2010 is the date.

On to-do lists:

  • Return library books, pick up leisure reading
  • Buy Zumba videos for delivery upon our return
  • Pack Kiddo for a week at Gramma's
  • Pack us for weekend at Bernie's Honduras Intercontinental Hotel, Tegu
  • Self-manicure
  • Buy shoes
  • Buy new foundation
  • Finish product descriptions before Mr. N kills me
  • Write a discussion for class
  • Write a paper for class

Okay, it isn't as bad as I thought, but I feel like I'm missing something.  It all has to be done between work and sanity time and leaving work early on Wednesday to get Kiddo to the airport and our early departure on Thursday.  Go me!

So, not that many will notice, but I'll be off the radar beginning Wednesday afternoon, returning Monday.  I lurve a 3 day workweek.  Peace out, ya'll. And, oh yeah, HEP!

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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.

Coccyx
Coccyx

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.

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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.

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How old are you anyways?!?!

I think that I've mentioned before that people always mistake me for much younger than I am. (I get asked for ID for booze and sometimes lottery, and once, quite recently, I was asked if I was old enough to drive.)  I should take this as a compliment.  Mostly I do.  When I'm with my mom, people think that we are sisters and when I'm with my daughter people also think we are sisters.  I think when all three of us are together, people just don't know what to think.

Yesterday, Lovey took Kiddo to the dentist for me as I had a work function to attend.  I am familiar with the people in the office and on our first visit, they mistook Kiddo for my sister.  We cleared that up.  Usually, I go into the room with Kiddo and talk to the dentist, mainly because he's a funny guy.  Lovey chose to stay in the waiting room while Kiddo went in.

I think there may have been a new hygenist because the regular one knows me.  The new hygenist asked Kiddo, "What does your brother do?"  I can only imagine the confused look on her face because the hygenist clarified herself by mentioning 'your brother who's outside waiting for you'.  If I know my Kiddo, she laughed directly in this woman's face before explaining who Lovey is.

We will be young forever!!

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Welcome back my friend, to the show that never ends…

I'm so glad you could attend.  Come inside, come inside. *

I've been so very un-Voxy for the last week.  Part of it is that I've been "busy" but most of it is that I've been lazy.  Last Friday, Kiddo, Lovey and I headed north to the beautiful city of Port Saint Lucie where we spent 3 alcohol filled days and 2 drunken nights partying like rock stars.  (No alcohol for Kiddo, or at least no more than a sip out of my glass.)

Upon our arrival, Friday afternoon, we proceeded to check out our room (King size bed! Thanks Shawne!) that was adjoining with Kiddo's.  We opened up our curtains to find that our balcony overlooked the "fitness pool" (only named that because it's by the gym) and that happened to be where everyone was hanging out for the weekend.  The beauty of it is no matter how loud it got at the pool, the doors were so superiorly soundproof that we couldn't hear anything.  As a matter of fact, I certainly didn't hear my friends yelling for me to come down to the pool and "stop fucking" as it was so eloquently put when Lovey and I were spending a little QT.

We spent a lot of time hanging out in the pool, having beers and catching up.  It was certainly good to see so many of my friends that I haven't seen in a few years.  All my brothers and sisters from other mothers were there.  It really was a family reunion.

Kiddo was completely stoked to hit the flying trapeze.  She spent a lot of time over at the circus and they were kind enough to let her participate in the flying trapeze show. (Video to be posted later.)  She begged me to come over to do the show as well, but I happen to remember what they force you to wear for that show and I was in no mood for a one piece purple leotard.  After the trapeze show, Lovey joined us in the theatre for the second show.  Kiddo wanted to sit right in the front which is never a good idea at a Club Med show, but I let her pick the seats anyways.

Of course, there are always audience participation numbers and with one of my best friends Anthony running the number, Lovey probably could have guessed that he'd be getting pulled on stage.  I don't know who was under more pressure, me or him.  My friends were razzing me about his dancing skills before he even got up there, being the dirty girls that they are.  I told them that it didn't matter what happened up on the stage, there was a reason I disappeared on various occassions. 😉

Lovey did a spectacular job and was a super good sport about the whole thing.  I have to order the pictures from that one, but those won't get posted out of respect for Lovey's shy side.  I'm so proud of him for actually getting up on stage and then proceeding to do a great job.  It was all in good fun and I think he kinda expected something of that nature to happen anyways.

Another entire day of debauchery flew by and before we knew it, it was time to once again bid farewell to all of my Club Med buddies.  The good news is that plans are already in the works for the next reunion.

We spent most of the day Sunday just unwinding from the rest of the weekend, watching football, and listening to more football on Sirius.  I always at least get to hear my boys play even if I don't always see them.

Monday brought an appointment that I'm not quite ready to talk about yet.  If I haven't already jinxed it by sharing it with two people, I'm hoping it still comes through.  By Monday evening I'll know if the jinx held or was broken and then I'll fill you in on the whole story.

To tell the truth, I don't know what happened to the rest of this week.  I woke up today and it was Friday.  It's also payday, yippee, and to top it all off, today is Lunch Bunch where the company gives you $20 and teams you up with 4 or 5 people from other departments and you all grab lunch together.  It's a neat idea.  Let's you meet folks you might not have otherwise met.  The company isn't that huge or anything, it's just that people tend to stick to their departments.

I guess that's it for the recap.  I'm still working towards getting my business off the ground and I've been wanting to write a book for a while now and this morning, the perfect title and format hit me so maybe I can get an outline down on paper sometime soon.  Thanks for visiting my ramble.  Have a wonderful Friday and a kick-ass weekend!

* Please forgive if I rearranged the words of the song to make them fit what I wanted to say.

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