Footloose

Man I hate that movie...And song, anyhoo..

I have some sort of injury. Not a life threatening one by any means, but one none the less. I don't know how or why, but something went arry somewhere Wednesday. I am not sure if it was performing my life saving skills on my Annie doll during CPR training, or when I attempted to jog the other night at the lake trying to get the dead snake out of my line of vision, whatever happened it is not good.

My upper thighs and buttox area are tender. I can not sit without complaining. Its almost like having hemorrhoids, I don't want to sit. But it is my muscles. Maybe I have huge roids on my muscles. I don't know. But I need some been gay and good looking man to rub it in for me.

My Blondie Bee is rather gifted. This morning she walks out of doors, looks up at the sunny, clear blue sky and takes a big deep breath. She looks at the trees, takes another sniff of the air, then proceeds to tell me we are in for a storm today. I tell her she is nuts. Its clear skies, a high of 96..No rain in the forecast, in fact we are having a very bad drout. My grass is crunchy and has not needed to be mowed in weeks.

But I will be damned if 3 hours later they did not post a severe thunderstorm watch. Sometimes these kids are retards, sometimes there are gifted retards.


We played a very dysfunctional game of beach volleyball yesterday afternoon. One side is me and Blondie. Other side is Butch and my mom, Boo bee was over at the sidelines putting sand down her diaper and in her hair.

My mom would wail the ball over, I would run to try and hit it, my son would say he was forfeiting because he hates doing anything that requires him to move.

I get the ball, spike it over, boo bee is crying because I wont let her play with her Dora ball. I tell her to sit down and be quiet, its my ball now. She cries some more.

My Butch starts to leave the game, I tell him to get his butt back there and not move.

So the whole rest of the game he stays stationary. He even lets the ball hit his big, fat head. I tell him "hit the damn ball". He then reminds me I told him to stand there and not move.

Then Boo is screaming again because I wont let her touch her ball.

this is what family outings are like here.

Not only do I force my son to play a riveting game of volleyball with two fat ladies plodding in the sand trying to smack my 2 year olds Dora ball, but I wont even let my two year old touch her ball. I throw her some rocks and tell her to "hush now, momma is busy."

My kids are gonna need lots of therapy.

Have a good weekend.

Our skin will be melting off our faces this weekend. Its gonna be in the 100's here. I love heat but I hate the smell of melting flesh. I just can't win.

Bee Real