Ice Cream Man

This weekend was much a blur, but there is one incident that stands out as a rite of passage for every adult and child.

The ice cream man

Yes, my son has been taught about the ice cream man.

For the past couple of years we have been content on telling Bud that the ice cream man was some one beeping a broken horn to get the neighbor kid to come out and go for a ride. Alas, that trick does not work when said child is outside playing with the older neighbor girl. She tells him the truth and nothing but the truth.

Yikes! So here is the scenario

ding ding ding here comes the truck down the street next to ours (I did not hear it, as I was in the house). Bud comes running in the house Mommy!!!!! Mommy!!!! I need dollars. I look at him like he is crazy and ask him what for. He says ice cream. I told him we have some in the freezer. He said NO!!!! the truck ice cream. Light bulb goes on. What ice cream truck? Then the dinging is coming closer. He starts to jump impatiently and excitedly. Mommy!! that truck. Please mommy can I have dollars. I ask how many he needs, and he runs out the door like a bat outta h.. e.. double hockey sticks. Now the ice cream truck driver has this entire escapade down to a science. He sees children running to their respective homes, opening and closing doors, jumping excitedly. He s....l....o....w....s way down and stops dead in the middle of the street and the children come running. So my child runs to the front of the line and asks how many dollars while pointing to various ice cream bars. Finally he settles on one that has bubble gum in it. Now I remember as a child that I HAD to have that one too. He comes to the door and says he needs two two five dollars. I said for two two five dollars we can get a BOX of ice cream. For two two five dollars I will drive to the store and let him pick out whatever he wants. Jumping up and down he starts to cry Nooooo Mommyyyy. Please can I have, pointing to ice cream man, THAT ice cream. I cave. I give him the money and curse the day that he learns who the ice cream man is. Thanks neighbor girl. The inevitable has happened. Next will be the class list for kindergarten. I am doomed!

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Fun shoe Friday walkin' boots

As Nancy said..."these boots are made for walkin' an that's just what they'll do....."

The worn out boots on my feet have walked (well not until 8/10).

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Taking a leap

I have done it. I took that giant leap. I have spent many days crossing my fingers and begging and praying for the right opportunity to come. It is here. It has knocked with a solid bang and I opened the door and stepped in.
More to come.

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Fun Shoe Friday! Sweet!

All I think of when I see these are Necco candies or Sweet Tarts. Yummy!

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Basketball... Rox version

Disclaimer: I know nothing about the intricate details of draft system or the rules governing Major League Basketball. Oh wait it's called the NBA right???
Here is what I do know. The team in Milwaukee drafted this guy he is really tall something like 6'11" (Yi something) from somewhere in Asia. Milwaukee had a first round 6 pick in the draft. This means they were the 6th team out of all the teams to pick a guy to play on their team. As previously mentioned they picked this Yi feller. His agent has sent a letter to the team stating something to the effect of Yi will not be playing for your team because he needs to be a stand out of the taller guys (apparently there are a lot of tall guys in the NBA, who knew!), and there are not enough Asian people in the vicinity of Milwaukee. What this essentially means is Yi can stay in Asia reenter the draft next year and pretend like it never happened.
I know this because I listened to Bob Matthews the sports columnist on the radio last night while I was driving to the grocery store. You see Milwaukee has lost a vital draft pick since it was a round one selection. So here is my thought. Mind you it is not the thought of the NBA, or anyone else.
Since the draft can not be re-done, and the probability that if Milwaukee had this information before hand he would not have been chosen...... Yi should be made to play one year with Milwaukee and then go up for free agency. Then he can go to another team with a more appealing geographic location, should he be chosen. If he then chooses to say "I will never play in the NBA" then go ahead stay in the Asian country you are from, you will never have the potential to make the mega $$ that are sickeningly available in pro sports players in America.
Giving Milwaukee another first round draft pick for next year (as a last chooser pick in the first round) for the loss this year is not right.
Now let's say a team with a more geographically appealing location said to Milwaukee next week "I will take Yi and give you player XXX" that might be fair, but again had they known this, it may have had a different outcome.

summation: People be grateful you were selected. Play because you love the game. PERIOD.


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Waste not

I was lured in to a local restaurant last night by the hubs. It was a family buffet style place. You know the kind where there is a lot of everything to eat, but nothing is really good. So you end up settling for something just above horse sh*$ and enjoy.
Well I started with the Cesar salad. it was good. Really I mean it.

side note: This kind of place is heaven for me, who is such a neurotic freak about my food touching.

Anyways, I get my salad, eat it. I am REQUIRED to get another plate. JOY! So, off I go to the meat island. I get a slice of carved roast beef and a piece of fatty greasy fried chicken. NOT TOUCHING. The roast beef was not too good. So one would think that I would not eat it, but noooo I can not waste food. Even thought there are mounds of plates all over that have tons of wasted food on them, I can not. My gramma used to say all the time "Waste not want not. Eat what you put on your plate". So, dutifully I eat it. I did not enjoy it and I technically did not have to eat it, but I did. WHY? Why did I make myself suffer through that. Because my elder told me to 30 bazillion years ago. I did not make my child eat everything, despite the fact I make him eat everything at home.
I go up again and grab a new plate, and see a big dish of mashed potatoes. That is the end of it for me, the rest of the night I am eating mashed potatoes. Plate after plate of mashed potatoes. Bud thinks I am nuts and the hubs realized that this is why we never go out to this type of place. Forget the rest of the food. Give me SPUDS! I will not waste them.

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For Entertainment Purposes Only

I see someone with an A around you this person was very close to you as a child..... they are with someone who is RJ...Do you know who this is? Well sure my gramma was an A and my uncle is a R, but not too sure on the J bit. I sat in what was like a Crossing over with John Edwards reading. I immediately thought of snarx who has lost a pair of earrings and she is looking for them. She lost them in her house. So I asked. He said he can only work with me he would need her to get the energy from her house. Interesting thought. It was an odd sort of reading. A lot of validation. A lot of yes this is the truth, and I believe it, as well as a lot of well it sort of applies to me. but not really. Not really predicting the future, or what is about to happen, but good none the less. So my mom wants to have a Psychic party. Go figure. It ought to be good. For Entertainment Purposes Only right?

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Road to recovery

After multiple dollars to the vet and a poke and prick here and there Miss Kitty is back to her naughty self. Knocking over picture frames from the table.
Thank you to all of you who kept the faith when I let it go.
We are keeping an eye on her and she is not going outside anytime soon. In fact every time a door opens she hides under the stairs.

So starting tomorrow we will resume our regularly scheduled programming.

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Jeeesh some Peace and Quiet please

We interrupt your regularly scheduled blogging for this important message

Ahem,

This is Miss Kitty. After 5 days of you screaming though the neighborhood looking for me I finally decided that the boys pleas of "Miss Kitty please come home, please Miss Kitty come home" finally got to me. So here I am. Now....don't touch me there. I know... it just looks worse than what it is.

Here is the detail. Apparently this guy Grandpa saw me and let me go outside . Now mind you I have only seen this grandpa character about 10 times in my life. He said go on go and so out the door I went.

It was pretty cool at first a nice summer day out in the big wide world, but then it got dark, not too bad, but not a good place to try and sleep. Definitely not home. I can't quite remember the rest of it all, all I know is that someone jumped me from behind and kapow my nice Miss Kitty face was not so nice. I am battered and bruised and kinda scary looking, but I am OK.

So here I am trying to avoid the mom, and I hear the boy calling my name. Begging me to come home. So I come out of the bushes and I see he has a big bowl of food. the biggest I have ever seen. Since I had not really eaten in 5 days I was really hungry. So I decided to go home.

The mom was glad to see me and the boy cried and said he loved me (isn't that sweet?) Anyways, I am home and I am sorry if I made anyone worry. I'll try not to do it again.

Love,

Miss Kitty

p.s I know it is a bit fuzzy, but this is me and the boy taken last week.

Harsh Reality

OK, So I have been getting a lot of flack from people who say you must not really care for your cat since you are already looking in ditches.
People.... I am a realist. If my cat is not in the very close proximity of my home (hearing me shake her food container) then logically she is out in the elements and not going to know how to care (defend) for herself; therefore I will look in the ditches on the side of the road.
I am looking for knowledge, information on her situation. Good or Bad. I spent all of last night looking all over the neighborhood shaking her food dish hoping that she would crawl out of someones porch running at me, but alas that was not the case.
It has been 4 days. I think she would have been home by now if she knew how to get there AND since I canvased the neighborhood looking for her and she did not come out, I believe that she is victim to the many possum and raccoons in the area.
That is a real fact as awful as it is. Of course I would rather trip over her in the doorway to the bathroom every morning, but she is not in my house and I don't know where she is. I miss her, and I now have to explain to Bud that Miss Kitty is gone and never coming back. After all you can only say I don't know, and maybe she will be home soon, for a short period of time before your kid catches on. I would rather tell him the truth.

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Where can she be??

I know I am still ranting on about being a bad blogger, but the truth is I just cant keep my head on straight.

As I was coming off of vacation I was told that we have to have a garage sale for the hubs dad. Since we had one for the hubs mom last year we had to be fair. OK WTF people. You each have your own house, have your own sale. Keep my home out of it. But nooooooo we have to do it. Then in all of the hustle and bustle of getting stuff for the sale SOMEONE left the door open to the house and the cat ran away (I think). Miss Kitty is 12 she is all white and declawed. She has NEVER been outside, not in 12 years has she shown an interest in being outside. She never hovered by the door, and never made mad dashes to go out, on the rare occasion that I took her out she wanted to run back in the house. She does not like strange people. She likes her window that is all.

Which leads me to believe that if she has no interest in the outside that maybe she went to sleep under the stairs. I can not get under there, the hubs has to. I have looked in the closets and under the beds and nothing. She is a big cat and always hungry. Her food dish has been full since Friday night.

So I am sad, and I keep looking for a dead animal on the side of the road, but I see nothing. Bud realized it today, which now I guess makes it all real. No more pretending that she has not been missing for 3 days. So we shared a good cry and we are going to look again today after work for her.

So I am sorry for being a bad blogger I just have nothing to say.



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Poof there he is

I am here, but not really.
I was on vacation and sometimes it takes a week to adjust from being on vacation. It is craziness. There is a laundry list of things that I need to do ( I will spare you the details).

Since I like to write about Bud I will tell you he had graduated pre-k and is now in the school agers class room at his daycare. They had a really cute graduation ceremony for the kids. The program listed the kids names with cartoon bubbles next to each one and at the top of the page it said "What I want to be when I grow up......." here are a few of the careers of choice

Emma - bus driver
Rylee - a mommy
Jacob - a rock-n-roll star
Bennett - a race car driver
Angelina - a doctor
Justin - a builder
Steven - a hockey player
Caleb - a daddy
Alex - a dishwasher (Buds best friend)
Bud - a magic guy

I almost fell over. I would have thought for sure he would have said hockey player, but noooooo he wants to be a magic guy.

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