hairbrained schemes

Skills.

Something I could be better at:

Remembering to don the Tooth Fairy hat before I go to bed when my older sons rips a tooth from the mouth of my younger son.

Something I am pretty good at:

Walking into my craftroom early the next morning, seeing the $2 and the big reminder note that says TF (that's my super secret code for Tooth Fairy) on it in front of my computer, grabbing the money and racing back upstairs hoping that my youngest son (who the night before was obsessing about how the tooth fairy FORGOT last time and it took TWO DAYS to get his money) was not awake, screeching around the corner to his room, and upon realizing that he was indeed awake, doing an impromptu dive-turned-good morning-hug onto his bed while simultaneously sliding my hand under his pillow, grabbing the envelope with tooth and shoving it down the back of my pajamas and using my other hand to slide the money under his pillow.

AND THEN, casually walking out of the room as I see him start to slip his hand under the pillow and act shocked to hear that when he checked a few minutes ago the tooth was still there and now there was money.

I also excel at the run on sentence.

It's a gift.

Toonies for Terry & other good stuff.

Every year our school has a Terry Fox fundraiser run. 

They call it Toonies for Terry and the premise is for the kids to dig through your change jars and look under the seats in your car and steal all of your toonies for charity (I kid, I kid...I dug the last of the twoonies out from under my carseat last time I went to Starbucks)

Last night, as Lucas sat wiggling his barely loose front tooth, he had an epiphany. 

"If I pull this tooth out tonight, I can use the toonie that the Tooth Fairy leaves me for a donation!"

I suspect part of the draw in doing this was to recreate the method his cousin, Tayden used to pull out her last loose tooth.

So we got out the dental floss, wrapped one end around the tooth and the other around his finger.

He then made a fist and punched the air.

Three tries later I had him convinced that maybe the tooth wasn't quite ready to come out.

This morning he was ready for another try and we made a couple more unsuccessful attempts. 

As I was putting the dental floss away, both boys came flying into my room.  Lucas clutching a bloody kleenex and Jacob, a bloody tooth. 

Apparently, after I left the room, Jacob offered to pull it out for him.(I don't think I'm wrong in suspecting that he may have taken a little more pleasure in extracting the tooth than perhaps was called for).

When asked how he did it, he replied, "We didn't need floss mom, I just did it the old fashioned way."

And that is how the boys raised their very own Toonie for Terry.

Oh and the other good stuff?

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Educational TV.

I try to mostly watch shows that are going to better me.

Programming that teaches, opens my mind, makes me think.

So on Sunday, while I was lying in bed in the afternoon watching My Super Sweet Sixteen and recovering from our antics the night before (a 37 year old woman should not attempt the splits in high heels unless she is still attending gymnastics on at least a semi-regular basis) wondering at the super overinflated sense of self these young women seem to possess, I learned something.

A new verb.

Crunk.

As in, "this party I'm having is going to be CRUNK"

Crunk.

I like it.

I don't think it would be too lame to try to fit that into my everyday vocabulary.

I did miss the whole "my bad, bling bling, it's off the hook" craze.

And with that, I have to run, I need to catch up on my current events and The Daily Show is starting momentarily.

And as we all know, that show is crunk.

Disco Inferno.

One of my biggest faults, in my opinion, is that I am not spontaneous. 

In fact, I can be quite pouty when things do not go exactly according to my plan. (hard to believe, I know, but I'm sure Gorgeous George and my mom will be commenting on this post to back that up).

Some might even call it anal, I prefer to call it knowing what I want...sure of myself...focused. (Dad, I'm finally understanding the whole frugal/cheap thing...it's all about perspective).

In addition to lacking spontaniety I am also quite lazy.  If an event or gathering seems like too much work, I usually will opt out if possible.

However, I am also a sucker for a good costume party. 

And I like boobs.

Which leads me to the point of this post. 

Saturday night my friends talked me into attending a local Breast Cancer Fundraiser called the Pink Party.  It is a Ladies Only event put on by a local resort.  Well, there were some boys there who I'm sure were really cute under their afros and bad 70's porn mustaches. (I did mention it was a 70's themed costume party, right?)  And the fact that they were bringing us drinks and serving us food always ups the cuteness factor a notch or two.

I resisted going to this party until I joined my friend, Nicole, at Value Village and we spent 3 hours trying on bell bottoms, an array of brightly patterned polyester and platform shoes.

By then I was hooked.

We managed to find 4 fairly matchy costumes and went as Diana Ross & the Supremes (my apologies to Diana Ross & the Supremes), who may have actually been more of 60's divas, but we are more about having fun than being historically accurate.  It's just how we roll.

It ended up being one of the most hilariously fun nights I've had in ages. 

I am still waiting for pictures from the actual party (and videos.  There may be a video floating around out there of me hula hooping and possibly doing the splits.  And there is definitely video of Nicole doing the running man.  Which again, not historically accurate, but by that time she had exhausted all her disco moves.)

Here are a couple of pictures of us before we hit the party, while our wigs were still straight and our shoes were still on.

And yes.  We all had wig envy.

How?

How did summer go by so fast? (I'm sure it wasn't the magaritas)

How did we end up with the only finished room in the house being Gorgeous George's theatre room?

How does someone that looks as youthful as myself have  children in grade 2 and grade 4?

(And how is it that I forgot what a brutal haircut Lucas got at the beginning of summer and didn't take the measures to have it corrected before school started?)

How does Lucas weigh 50 lbs one day, go down to 30 lbs the next and then back up to 50 lbs the day after that?  (he has theorized that it was because he used the washroom before he did his 2nd weigh in. I'm skeptical).

(I won't post a photo here for obvious reasons)

How did I gain almost 10 lbs in two months? (again, definitely not the margaritas and again, not posting pictures for obvious reasons)

How is it that the last time I wrote here was over a month ago?

(Procrastination, baby.  Procrastination.)