Remember, this blog is about my sitcom worthy life. Well, tonight Gabe provided an Emmy worthy episode. With his permission, I share the story. I hope you laugh as much as I did.
We went to Pittsburgh Mills tonight to get my iPhone screen replaced. We then headed to a restaurant for dinner. On the way, we drove past the movie theater entrance to the mall. I saw a picture of the new Planet of the Apes movie and commented that those movies creep me out. Grace then said, “Not me, I want to see it.” Gabe chimed in and said, “Me too.” {Ok… now here is where it gets funny!} Gabe went on to say that he too wanted to see the movie and then told us, “After all, I’m nine and in four years I’ll have my puberty (or as he pronounced it, pooh-berty).” Steven and I both did the “what did he just say look” and started to laugh when Grace said, “Gabe, puberty starts when you start to use deodorant.” Gabe responded with, “You mean I already got my pooh-berty and no one told me?” I don’t think I have ever laughed so hard. I tried to explain that using deodorant doesn’t mean you’ve started puberty. It just means you have been hot and sweaty. From there, I think I was laughing too hard to know what was being said. He was relieved to know that he hasn’t gotten his pooh-berty yet.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Boys Will Be Boys Even When They're 43
It has been a while since I wrote about something funny. Today I am choosing to laugh because otherwise Steven might stay in the dog house for a long time. So, here goes…
We all got ready and were off to the mall. Steven backed the car up in our turning spot and instead of just pulling out as normal; he felt the need to do some fishtailing. Too bad for him, AND MY CAR, that he lost control and went over our bank into a few saplings. Scared the kids and made momma just a wee bit hot under the collar as he sat and laughed. Thankfully, the Venza is a pretty cool car and backed right out but when I made him get out and check for damage he was a little less giggly as he reported there was now paint missing from the bumper.
Like a kid, he tried to say, “I didn’t mean to do it. It was an accident” HA! I said, “That’s like Bill Clinton saying it was an accident he soiled Monica’s dress. Meanwhile, we all know Mr. Clinton was up to something he shouldn’t have been!”
So, the Venza now has some paint missing and I have a story to tell. I told Steven at lunch that this was going to make it to the blog. He said, “I thought we’d just keep this between you and me.” HAHAHA
Happy day folks! Laugh as often as you can!
We all got ready and were off to the mall. Steven backed the car up in our turning spot and instead of just pulling out as normal; he felt the need to do some fishtailing. Too bad for him, AND MY CAR, that he lost control and went over our bank into a few saplings. Scared the kids and made momma just a wee bit hot under the collar as he sat and laughed. Thankfully, the Venza is a pretty cool car and backed right out but when I made him get out and check for damage he was a little less giggly as he reported there was now paint missing from the bumper.
Like a kid, he tried to say, “I didn’t mean to do it. It was an accident” HA! I said, “That’s like Bill Clinton saying it was an accident he soiled Monica’s dress. Meanwhile, we all know Mr. Clinton was up to something he shouldn’t have been!”
So, the Venza now has some paint missing and I have a story to tell. I told Steven at lunch that this was going to make it to the blog. He said, “I thought we’d just keep this between you and me.” HAHAHA
Happy day folks! Laugh as often as you can!
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Welcome 2014
Missed half of Easter
Losing this fight
Can’t seem to see
Any light
The weight on my heart is heavy
It pulls me down
My will is fading
Need solid ground
The kids are so happy
I just want to share
Experience the peace
Breath the same air
I wrote the above in April. The next 7 or 8 months, I battled the worst period of Major Depression Disorder I have had to date. I have lived with depression on and off for years. People often don’t know how to take me. I hide a lot of it with humor and sometimes I just withdrawal. This period was filled with not only the depression but near crippling anxiety. In years past, I have worked with my doctor to figure out the best treatment. This year though, we had trouble figuring out what would be best and it got bad, very bad.
Thankfully, I have a great husband, mom, and friends that held my hand both figuratively and literally while I fought to keep my soul above water. There were times that were very dark. I was scared. I was referred by my doctor to a specialist and with her help I have found a combination of medicine that is working. I’m not 100% but I am so much better than I was.
I know that the fight against depression will be a battle until the day I die. It comes honestly through genetics on both sides of my family. I’ve kept quiet except for close friends but feel that sharing might help others who are going through the same thing. I encourage you to reach out and get help. Don’t let shame prevent you from finding a treatment that works for you. Depression is as much of an illness as cancer. It is not something you can “get over” or “move past”. It is a chemical imbalance that needs repaired through medical treatment.
So, here is to a better 2014. I pray for peace, laughter, joy, and continued healing.
Losing this fight
Can’t seem to see
Any light
The weight on my heart is heavy
It pulls me down
My will is fading
Need solid ground
The kids are so happy
I just want to share
Experience the peace
Breath the same air
I wrote the above in April. The next 7 or 8 months, I battled the worst period of Major Depression Disorder I have had to date. I have lived with depression on and off for years. People often don’t know how to take me. I hide a lot of it with humor and sometimes I just withdrawal. This period was filled with not only the depression but near crippling anxiety. In years past, I have worked with my doctor to figure out the best treatment. This year though, we had trouble figuring out what would be best and it got bad, very bad.
Thankfully, I have a great husband, mom, and friends that held my hand both figuratively and literally while I fought to keep my soul above water. There were times that were very dark. I was scared. I was referred by my doctor to a specialist and with her help I have found a combination of medicine that is working. I’m not 100% but I am so much better than I was.
I know that the fight against depression will be a battle until the day I die. It comes honestly through genetics on both sides of my family. I’ve kept quiet except for close friends but feel that sharing might help others who are going through the same thing. I encourage you to reach out and get help. Don’t let shame prevent you from finding a treatment that works for you. Depression is as much of an illness as cancer. It is not something you can “get over” or “move past”. It is a chemical imbalance that needs repaired through medical treatment.
So, here is to a better 2014. I pray for peace, laughter, joy, and continued healing.
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