Friday, February 13, 2009

Glory, glory to old Georgia and other miscellany

When I went to our local Best Buy today to buy the upright freezer that I've been coveting for quite a while [on sale! 18 months no interest! lots of room for homemade chicken stock!]

I saw this while I was browsing around waiting for them to arrange delivery. And for the second time in as many days I thought to myself, "I freaking love the south!"

No other region of the nation would have DVDs specifically for indoctrinating an infant into the wonder and joy of college football. As I am not a University of Georgia dawgs fan [for those of you not from around here, that is the correct spelling of dawgs] I did not purchase it, but it's nice to know that it is available should I feel the need to torture my pseudo-Yankee husband who doesn't understand football's appeal.

My husband was actually born in the state of Georgia, but since his parents are not remotely southern, they hindered his growth by teaching him to drink unsweetened tea [a travesty] and to not pay any attention to college ball. How sad is that?


For the first time in more years than I care to think about, I attended a party where the COPS SHOWED UP!!!

Granted, it was our MOMS Club Valentines Day party this morning, and the cops only came because the city bus couldn't make it through our haphazardly parked cars, but still. It was exciting for both young and old in attendance, let me tell ya!

We moms spent an inordinate amount of time cracking ourselves up about how our party was just so rockin' [Juice! Cheese cubes! Chocolate fondue made of avocado and carrots! Yes, really!] that the po-lice came. Afterall, that's how we roll.


Yesterday after his nap, I let Grasshopper have his first-ever lollipop. Yes, I know that I've been depriving him, but he's healthy darnit! And I haven't had to pry stuck-on lollipop off of anything in my house!

So anyway, he chose one of those red heart-shaped Valentine's lollipops that tastes like cough medicine and was in absolute raptures over it. He made the darn thing last over an hour and a half. Eventually, though, it was gone. This turned out okay though because dinner was ready just about then and a grilled-cheese sandwich blunted his heartache.

About an hour after we put him to bed JR and I were sitting on the couch watching Dirty Jobs [love that Mike Rowe, just love him. Did you know that he was voted one of the "Dudliest Dudes" in Maxim magazine? Quick someone get me a subscription, I need to keep up with things like who is the dudliest!] and we suddenly heard sounds of distress coming from Grasshopper's room. We couldn't make out what he was saying so we went in to see what was the matter. He was laying in bed repeatedly moaning, "lolll-leee-popppp, lolll-leee-popppp!" and "I neeeeed it!"

JR and I did the mature thing and collapsed into full belly laughter which mostly succeeded in pissing off our dear child. Lollipops are no laughing matter to that boy! Eventually we convinced him that he was NOT getting a lollipop in the middle of the night, but that if he "wore his listening ears tomorrow", he might get another one.

I can report that so far, the listening ears have gone missing, so no lollipops have been consumed.

That's all I've got for today, and reading back over it, it's probably too much. Oh well, it's Friday!


Manic Mommy said...

Ah, the bribing power of the pop.

Girl, you're varsity to bring the cops in.

Burgh Baby said...

Heh. In Pittsburgh we joke that kids get a birth certificate and a Terrible Towel when they are born. If a kid doesn't like football, the parents have DEFINITELY done something wrong. And it better be Steelers football.

StephLove said...

My daughter has one of those 3-in-1 coats with a fleece liner you can remove and when I took it apart last week during a spell of warm weather, I found a mini candy cane stuck to the sleeve of the fleece. She'd been wearing it inside her jacket since Christmas!

Funnyrunner said...

lol. I love your blog. Maybe I would have been a bit more sane when my boys were that age if I could have blogged about them. Instead I waited until they're 10 and 13! I used to get through the grocery store by giving my 2-yr-old lollipops. Kept him nice and happy. And you're right about the south and football - my brother went to Auburn (Awwwburn). :) I'm gonna keep reading your stuff!