Lingo Lango Lungo

If you have kids or have been around kids chances are you've seen the movie Monster's Inc. A hysterical animated film about monsters jumping out of kids closets to steal their screams. If you haven't seen the movie~ stop right here...this post will make noooo sense. If you have, enjoy!

As with any industry, the teaching industry has it's own lingo. This morning, hubby & I attended a teacher/parent conference for one of our cherubs. I was using industry terms such as differentiated, active learning, 504, and IEP. Hubby, a software guru by trade, said at one point while drowning in a conversation filled with teacher lango, he wanted to stand up and yell "2319! 2319!"

A Little One's Perspective

Cherub 3: Mom, when you were little like me, were schools invented?

Me: Yes, believe it or not, we did have schools back then!

I wonder how old he thinks I am??

Baby Nephew

Here is a borrowed post off of BigSis's facebook page. Had to put this one down in history as one of the funniest things Babynephew has ever said.

Having a nice family dinner, Nana is over and BabyNephew asks " was I born in a cab?" What??? I don't think you have ever been in a cab.... we have not seen Nana laugh that hard in a long time!!!

Time Check

When: Today
Time: 7:42am

Cherub 3: Mom, we gotta get up it is SEVEN HUNDRED AND FORTY TWO!!

Me: (Giggle) You are right! We gotta get ready for the bus. We are running reeeealllly late if it is in the 700's!

Hubby is not a salesman, yet is a salesman at heart. My mom always says he could sell anybody anything. Her big line is that he could "talk a dog off a meat wagon". Tonight RLF, Kris & I were at our kid's Middle School taking a tour when we came upon a little art show. All the students had created artwork based on real life phobias. After checking them all out, I realized there was a rational explanation for my muchprefertakeoutsyndrome:

I have Mageirocophobia. Fear of cooking.

Think I can sell that one to him? That's my story...I am stickin' to it.

*Disclaimer* This is in no way meant to offend a true mageirocophobic.

PS- We actually decided I probably have fear of cleaning as well but I couldn't find the word for that one. I am sure he would agree because my house is SO messy right now it looks like it got robbed!

MB's Back

So it has been years since this chick has entered a road race. To be specific, it has been 6. That's right, I ran a road race a few months after cherub 3 was born and then I seemed to stop running when I unknowingly entered the race to become big and fat. Not anymore.

Sunday, I ran in the 1st of a 3-part running series. It was an Irish run, so naturally it started and ended at a pub.

Here's a quick recap of the race:

Hubby backed out of the race the morning of. Determined to do it, that didn't stop me.

40ish min wait for bathroom, I was in the MEN'S room (hey all the rules go out the door when you have to go and your limited on time) when the gun sounded. That's right, I wasn't there for the line up. Didn't let that stop me either, I hopped out of the bathroom, onto the street, saw the runner's waaaaayyyyy down the street and just started running to catch up.

Realized after the first few minutes that I was STILL running up hill.

Still running up.

Still running up. Questioning, is there a top to this hill?

Reached the top of the hill, rounded the corner and saw the cone saying '1 mile'. Yes, the first WHOLE mile was UP HILL.

Since I managed not to stop going up hill for a mile, all my nerves left me because I realized I could do it.

Ran. Mile 2.

Ran. Started seeing people running towards me. That is when I smiled knowing that I must be near the end. You know, all the CRAZY runners that run the other way after they hit the finish line (to show off) ehem, to get just a little bit more exercise in because the run wasn't long enough for them.

Ran faster.

FINISH LINE! For me a record, 34 min 10 seconds!

Cherub 2 asked me if I came in first. I told him I came in 142nd. He made a horrified face. I told him how wonderful that was. He looked at me like I was crazy. But for me, I finished. That was the beauty. No more entering the "race" to get big and fat. Now I am just in a big fat good mood knowing that I can do anything I set my mind to.

Can't wait for the 4 mile and 5 mile. Can't wait to assemble the other two thirds of this medal together. MB's back (even if I run in the back-wink)!

Dear Sarah,

I broke my promise to you because I told you I would FINALLY blog on Sat. I think it was because you all kept me up till 3am on Friday after the Black Eyed Peas Concert! We had so much fun I had to go to bed at 8:30pm Sat night to recover. The night definitely was a "Good Night"! This pic was taken from one of my neighbors that also went~ they had 4th row seats. Go Fergie. Ours were almost just like theirs. We were in the 2nd row...ahem, from the back! Nosebleeds and all, we had a blast. (Just don't dance to fast up there...kinda steep.)

Afterwards, we danced at two bars till closing time. Thanks to my girls for an awesome night. I still can't believe we found the 80's band with the flock of seagulls hair! We might have to become official groupies! As always, I am still giggling a week later. Love ya!

Love,
MB

PS to Sarah- I will start blogging now~3 months off is long enough!