If this was a red flag...

Then this should have been red flag #2...

Poor Pippy Squeak can’t catch a break…first Tiffany Suzanne and now Tink…  It’ll be a miracle if that poor mouse lives to see next week!  The cat had Pippy’s cage turned upside down the other day with the water bottle spilled out so that a huge hole remained wide open and available for an escape or attack.  Luckily H discovered mousey’s predicament before an atrocity occurred.  Dear God, if someone eats that mouse…..

From the mouth of Noah ~

The other morning Noah and Ross climb into bed with me for some cuddle time, my two little sweetums… J  Then Noah asked me this:

Noah:  “Mom, when you were born, were you black or white?”

Me:  “Well honey, I was white.  If you’re born white then you stay white.  If you’re born black then you stay black.”

Noah:  “Well…what happens if you’re born red?!” 

As I’ve written before, my boys are slightly obsessed with color ~ as in the color of people.  They’re also obsessed with people’s ages.  And sizes.  They love them some old people…and big people…but I digress…  I just think it’s their curious nature and the fact that they’re excited and maybe a bit perplexed to know that people come in so many different shades and colors!  They often refer to a person using a color to describe them ~ as in “that white lady” or “that brown guy”.  Since they just got done celebrating black history month in school, they’ve been particularly curious about white people and black people specifically.  They’re most confused by the fact that segregation existed not so long ago and it’s a hard concept for them to grasp.  I believe this explains why Noah’s first question above was followed up by this…

Noah: “Well, when were you born?”

Mom: “I was born in 1971”

Noah: “Well, when were you a kid…like when were you 12 or something?”

Mom: “Ummm, sometime in the 1980’s”

Noah: “Could you play with black kids?”

Mom: “Oh, of course, honey!”

Noah: “Well, in the 1980’s, would you have Tiffany Suzanne?” [note: Tiffany Suzanne was also in the bed with us…joy!…]

Mom: “Well no, baby.  Tiffany Suzanne wasn’t born then so I couldn’t have had her…”

Noah: “Noooo, I mean could you have black pets like Tiffany Suzanne?”

Mom: “Ohhhh, yes...  People could always have whatever color of pet they wanted.”

(How could you not love this…)

Also from the mouth of Noah….while sitting at the dinner table at a restaurant last Friday night, Noah tells his grandmother very matter-of-factly…

Noah: “My friend, bad-kid [obviously his name is not bad-kid, but he is one so we’ll refer to him as such], had to sit out of the game on Saturday because he got in trouble at school for kicking some white guy in the nuts…he kicked him in the nuts and got in trouble.…”

I guess he didn’t think we heard him the first time…  Please note that he referred to the kickee as “white guy”.  In Noah and Ross’ world, all boys are called “guys” and all girls are called “ladies”.  I’m constantly reminding them that little girls are not ladies…ugh…!       

Last night at the dinner table while having our round-table-discussion, Noah says this…

Noah: “My friend, broken-ankle-boy, spent the night at so-and-so’s house…and stepped in crap when he was there…”

Nice.  All I can say is that at least I’m in good company.  My brother has a little boy who just turned 3.  Allow me to relay some of their recent conversations with said baby….

            Baby: “Is butt a bad word??”

            S-i-l: “Well, it’s not a very nice word…”

            Baby: “Yeah but, is it better than ass?”

So the baby’s been sick the past few days and as a result ended up on breathing treatments a couple of times a day.  My brother was giving him his breathing treatment yesterday when the baby had this to say…..

            Baby: “Am I done yet?”

            Bro: “Not yet, buddy.  You’ve got a few more minutes”

            Baby: “Dammit!  I’m just want to be done already!!”

            S-i-l: “Where did you learn that word???”

            Baby: “Well…my daddy says dammit all the time…”

Ah Well, I guess he comes by it honestly, eh?

If this doesn't look like trouble, I don't know what does... J

In other news, I’m in a bit of my own personal hell these days for reasons I won’t go into here.  Suffice it to say it’ll take a little time to climb out of this funk.  That’s why you’re getting this random stuff in this blog entry today, lucky, lucky blog-people… J  So for my own randomness…..

Since becoming obsessed with the Food-Network and all things Rachel Ray and Paula Deen, my fingers and hands smell like garlic all. the. time.  And I kinda like it.

WTF?!  I am *so* over getting these bullshit email messages and invites from random creepies out there in blogland and beyond.  Just yuck!  Here’s one of the latest…

“hello Georgia, I am 44 Male from Istanbul. I am looking for msn girl friend like you to make some fun on the net like to get lover on the net. I see your picture and you are really so sexy woman. Write to me.”

Oh yes, BRING IT Istanbul man!  I’ve always wanted to make some fun on the net…like to get lover…  I was going to post his email addy for anyone who might be interested, but I was afraid he might hunt me down and kill me, so I declined.

A little bit of happy ~ I had lunch with my triangle girls last week.  Have I told you how much I love them?  Because I do.  We are indeed a triangle, connected by some invisible force that gives us *superpowers* so that we are able to see into the deepest parts of each other’s souls…  There are no secrets between us.  Impossible!  I don’t think I could keep one from either one of them ~ they literally have the ability to suck everything right out of me and lay it out in the wide open to be examined, dissected and put back together again.  Needless to say, it was wonderful getting together with them.  We laughed, we cried, and we laughed some more.  J  It was good, just what I needed at that time.  Hopefully we’ll get back onto a regular schedule for our lunches together!

A little more happy ~ It’s been sunny and 70 the past two days after 3 days of constant rain and cold temps.  I’ve been able to wear t-shirts and flip-flops.  Does life get any better than that?

Apparently it does…just look at this happy!

It’s the best kind of happy ever… J 

Until next time, these are the days of my life….

Be great!