I don't know why I get so excited about Tuesdays.
Oh yes I do!
It's RaNDoM THouGHT TueSDaY and I feel justified in my ADD!
Go on over and see Keely at The Un Mom and join in the fun. She's so nice, she'll let everyone link up!
* I know that you all were probably standing outside your favorite video game retailer at midnight.
Who isn't dying to get their hands on Call of Duty: Black Ops.
I hate video games, but I am the best mom in the whole world.
And now, I will pay the price by being extremely tired ALL day.
* I'm starting the Thanksgiving Countdown!
Not counting down until Turkey but counting down until everyone gets here.
Garrett gets home in 12 days.
Trammell gets home in 15 days.
And my friend, Allen gets here in 17 days (Thanksgiving morning).
I have NEVER been THIS excited about Thanksgiving!
* Will I EVER get tired of Garrett calling me to report that he got a 100% on his most recent test?
He's turned into a college brainiac.
College suits him.
I should have sent him there years ago! ;)
* I spoke to my parents last week on the phone. They are on a mission in Rome, Italy.
Their Magic Jack wasn't so magic and we were getting every third word.
In 20 m inutes, here is what we heard:
Trip to...... city names
Sandwich for dinner
Everyone off the bus
Going no further
Steep drop off
Holding hands with a street walker
Huh? I had to call my brother and he supplied a few more words.
Everyone (except the dead girl) is fine.
* Saturday conversation:
Parker: "Mom, can I shoot the pumpkins with a pellet gun?"
Parker: "Can I smash them?"
Parker: "But Halloween is over. Can't I smash them?"
Me: "No! They aren't Halloween pumpkins. They are harvest decorations. We're leaving them up for Thanksgiving!"
* Sunday morning, I went outside to get the paper.
When I walked back up the driveway, I noticed the front porch looked a little barren.
There were the two big pots of mums and...........
wait a minute.......
wasn't there something else on the porch?
Where were the pumpkins.
I went down in the basement and shook Parker awake.
"Did you shoot the pumpkins?"
"Did you shoot my pumpkins?"
"What did you do to them? Did you smash them?"
"No. I didn't touch the pumpkins."
We found the pumpkins on the way to church.
Someone had gone through the neighborhood and collected A LOT of pumpkins and smashed them in an intersection.
It looked like it was pretty fun.
But I wanted my pumpkins back.
I hope you got more sleep than I did, are looking forward to a wonderful Thanksgiving and that your pumpkins aren't smashed all over the road!