Random Thoughts Friday. Holla!

What a week!  This weekend proves to be just as exciting.  Tonight it is dinner with friends and then we are off to Weatherford for a huge barbeque for Bryan and Sara.  Sunday will bring us back to the Hill Country for Bram’s first T-ball practice.  On Monday, I will be meeting Mrs. Mack for cocktails and dinner and then, “Remember Me.”  I love date nights with Mrs. Mack. 

Spring Break is next week and my friend Maren and her little boy, Alex will be coming in for a few days.  Then BACK to Weatherford for Sara’s lingerie shower, which will be in my favorite city on the planet, FORT WORTH, TEXAS.  The kiddos will stay at my parents to be spoiled rotten.  It’s a hard life.

On with random thoughts!  Ready, set, go!

1) I hate milk so much that if I think it might not be good, I don’t smell it before handing it to my kids, that would make me vomit.  Instead,  I make Bram take a small sip and wait for a reaction.  Isn’t that awful?  He just asked for some chocolate milk (which is a rarity since he doesn’t like milk much either) and the date said 3/11.  In my head, that shit is rotten.  But maybe not and he really wanted some, so I gave it to him and wished him luck.  He didn’t gag so I guess it is still good. 

2) Bram told us that he goes to “Preschool International” and that it is very “professional.”  When the hubs and I asked why it was so “professional” he said, “because we nap and we have lunch…..and play outside…..and cut with scissors.”  Sounds like a stellar International Professional small town Methodist preschool if I have anything to say about it. 

3) This beautiful weather has put me in a mood that has me dreaming of unicorns and tooting puffs of cotton candy.  Every meal this week has been outside with the kids.  Hamburgers and steaks on the grill, sipping wine on the back porch with the hubs while the kids drive around for hours on their little John Deere.  High schoolers and old men fishing in the pond every evening.  The only thing about Spring that makes it more difficult for me?  Is keeping Tess in clothes.  Luckily, Bram has outgrown this. But Tess?  Not so much. 

4) Yesterday, a friend and I jogged down to the lake and did some Power 90 moves on the dock.  It was an awesome place for a workout.  Lots of lunges, squats and ab work.  All the while, standing and looking at the water on a beautiful morning.  Problem is, I might of over done the squats and plies a bit.  I can hardly sit down without yelping in pain and Bram punched me in the thigh this morning and he is lucky I didn’t react and punch him in the face.  It hurt.  Bad.  And don’t ask me why my four year old punched me in the thigh.  Long story.

5) When I worked in downtown Austin, our office was across the atrium from a very large bank.  One day the bank got robbed.  I walked right past the bank robber on his way out of the building with a pistol and a bag of loot.  I had no idea the robbery had occurred.  It was a big deal and the police were asking everyone what they had seen and to try to give them some deets.  But I had just sharted in my pants and had other things on my mind en route to the ladies room.  Try explaining that one to the police.

6) Bram is obsessed these days with looking like “a teenager.”  Hubby made the terrible mistake of buying him several Under Armour shirts for t-ball.  If you don’t know what these are, please click on the provided link.  Hubby also made the terrible mistake of buying WHITE Under Armour shirts.  Guess who prefers these skin tight see through shirts to anything else in his closet?  You guessed it.  It is a great look for a 4 and a half year old.  Especially when worn with jeans that are a tad too short and flip flops.  Oh, and the shirts really aren’t white anymore and they are only a few weeks old.  This mornings look consist of, white Under Armour shirt, baggy basketball pants and Vans.  He came out of his room and asked if he “looked like a teenager.”  Please Lord help me.

7) The above picture is of Bram and his hiney in a pair of Wranglers.  MY BROTHER’S Wranglers from when he was 4.  I have had them thrown over a chair in Bram’s room since he was a baby.  Now he has discovered them and they are another staple in his wardrobe.  They are a little snug in the gut but he’s a “style over comfort” kind of guy. 

And I paused.  Game over.

Y’all have a fabulous weekend.  I know I will!