Thursday, November 20, 2008

Honk If You Have All Your Original Body Parts

Gives new meaning to "zip it" doesn't it? Keaton's sense of humor was not injured in the accident. Wanna know how I know (besides going to Wal-Mart and buying this zipper)? Here are some Keaton-isms:
  • The rock is at fault.
  • The rock was not a team player.
  • Who needs a spleen anyway?
  • Spleens are for wusses (that's funny).
  • My spleen was removed to unleash my full potential as a math teacher, rock climber, and soccer player. I'm bewildered why others haven't considered this.
  • Battle scars rate high with chicks (I threw this at him).
Keaton is progressing well. He should be, I'm cooking and cleaning and doing his laundry! As I was changing over a load of laundry, I looked at him and said "You're gonna miss me." To be honest, I've always been the kind of mom that enjoys seeing our children function as adults ... it's a WOW moment to moms. But I'm grateful to have this time to live with Keaton inside his world. I mean, how else can I come up with meaningful ideas for Christmas presents?

Andrea & Brandt, I am putting you on notice. Beware! Mom might live with you inside your world at some point. But if you work it right, just think of the scam you could pull off for a big Christmas haul?

SO ... while I was at Wal-Mart, I found a couple of books that I'm looking forward to reading. The Wednesday Letters and Home to Holly Springs. Thanks Santa Kevin, you rock! Not that I'm going to have time to read them, of course. Time is greatly over-rated.

SO ... I could get used to this. Working in my PJs with remote access is the bomb. I gotta put that on my to-do list when I return home to my honey. I miss making him cornbread. I miss my own pillow and having more than 5 pair of underwear. I miss my craft room. But it will be a challenge to trade in my flip-flops for snow shoes.

Rhegan, this message is for you. Grandma Kay, who rocks, lahahahahaves the pictures you sent Uncle Keaton and it made me miss you like crazy. When Grandma Kay, who rocks, gets back home to Indiana, I am going to ask Pawpaw Kevin to bring me straight to your house and I'm going to kiss you 10 times on your nose. Get ready girlfriend! Hey -- who is your mom anyway? I really like her a lot. Kiss your brothers for me. Okay, go ahead and kiss your dad for me too. But hold your ear when you do it just for fun.

Sleep is not over-rated. It's somewhere up there with lipstick. I love you, my family. Goodnight.

Each day comes bearing its own gifts. Untie the ribbons.

2 comments:

saleslady371 said...

Put this mother and son combo in one room and the result is "side splitting" humor. I am sitting here laughing out loud. Oh, it feels so good to laugh. Love your family!

Laura said...

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http://www.jasonfwright.com/triptosvalley.php