Hip Hero's

 Hubbie and I were "Cool"...at least in my mind we were.

That was until we had kids reminding us everyday we seemed to lack in the "Hip" department 

(my word not theirs). 

I think theirs might be "Rad" or "Phatt". 

Since I am at an age where weight and awareness go hand in hand,

being called "Phatt" is not my idea of "Cool".

Officially this week, I believe I am an "empty nester". 

Not too sure since I still can not see the floor in her room. 

 So with an empty house, we now can get back to the foundation of who we really are. 

It seemed appropriate to recreate our true identities....

We decided to paint life size figures first.

As our "Phattness" might get in the way of our "Hipness" inside spandex, at this time.

Bunny Dip

There is a first time for everything.

Yesterday my Super Hero daughter was not feeling too much like a Super Hero. The problem with her coming home in the middle of the day was that she had a wedding to cater that evening. Not wanting anyone to be short handed, I offered up my hands for the evening. Now remember, I'm not a kitchen and food kind of gal.

In our home,

' when the microwave dings dinner is done'.

Flickr photo by: Rene Ehrhardt

So, there I found myself last night standing before a room of elegantly set tables (which I would have preferred to have set and decorated myself) and smiling faces waiting to be served....by me!

Yikes!

I had to draw upon every movie scene I had ever witnessed of people being waited upon. The restaurants I frequent were not going to help me at this time. I already knew they were, not going to want fries with their wine.

When I walked out to serve all I could remember was the "Bunny Dip".

Flickr Photo by: Loves a Beautiful Thing

I saw it on a biography special about Hugh Hefner and the playboy bunny club.

"Hold the tray with your left hand,

bend at the knee and

serve over your shoulder toward the back".

So there ya go.

At almost 50 I served people dinner and I mastered the

"bunny dip"

all in one night!

Flickr Photo by: OutsaPop Trashion

One Ringy Dingy

Two Ringy Dingy

What my Dingy said to my Ringy today! I have now come to the pinnacle of my life as a mother. My contact with my children is no longer face to face. It is now ear to ear. I find myself forever amazed and somewhat amused by the messages that are left for me. Most of the time I don't even know how to respond. I've decided to randomly post these. Sharing with you for your amusement, while I in turn journal them for mine!
"I fell off a bridge into a ditch yesterday"

"Caseys coming by to pick up my fat suit and chicken costume"

"I quit my job, dropped my classes and I'm moving to LA in two weeks"

"I'm going to eat my ice cream and make my butt bigger because nobody loves me"

(These are true and real statements. No names or places have been changed to protect the innocent.)