Forgetting Enna

I pick up Bob from school every day around 2:30. Ethany comes with me, sometimes she's happy to do so and other times it's a bit of a chore to get her in the car. After what happened this week, I don't think I'll ever again have to ask twice again. The school is about 7 minutes away. I told Ethany 'it's time to go, let's get in the car'. I thought I heard the garage door shut so I followed her out, got in the car, opened the garage door, told her to buckle up and I was off. I got to the school & realized I hadn't been yelled at for anything. Nothing, I hadn't started a movie, I was listening to "talking" on the radio, and nobody yelled "GOOO" when I came to the red light. Strange. I looked back in Ethany's car-seat and noticed it was empty. "Ethany?" Sometimes she hides in the back to make me think I left her. Just then Bob got in the car and I told her to check the back. No Ethany. I bolted home, somehow managing to lag behind every slow driver in my neighborhood!! When I got to the driveway, there she was. Standing next to the mailbox, sobbing. I opened the door, picked her up and wanted to cry myself. I said I'm sorry and she replied, "I went to get my shoes and when I came to the garage you were already gone. Today you didn't know things. Even my nose is crying!" Once again, there goes my mother-of-the-year award.
I was feeling pretty sorry for myself until I texted my sister Marli and she told me that she had forgotten SOMEONE ELSE'S KID at school that day, AND DIDN'T REMEMBER UNTIL THE KID'S MOM SHOWED UP AT HER HOUSE THAT NIGHT TO ASK "WHY?"!! She won this round, but I'll be back.

FACEBOOK IS SO MUCH EASIER!!

Ok, so someone visits my blog and I try to add them to friends or family list and a message comes up saying that it "could not detect a feed for this URL", which I know is a lie because I'M CURRENTLY ON THAT FEED! Am I stupid? GRRRR. Hey, this font is different.

And that JUST happened!

Elijah asked if he could stop taking guitar lessons now that he knows what he wants to be when he grows up. "Stand-up comedians don't need to play the guitar". I introduced him to Flight of the Concords, now he's very serious about guitar. Today he came home and said "Mom, I have an act for my 'career', don't get mad, I don't like Dora but remember it's for my 'career'". Then he starts singing to the tune of 'I'm the map'. . ."Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap. . . (sees my face) I can see you're not entertained, I'll keep working on it." These types of conversations with Elijah occur on a regular basis.

8 reasons for starting this blog

Yes, I finally took the advice of many of my long distance friends & family (who currently outnumber the local ones) and decided to join the ranks of respectable bloggers. Those of you who know me well know that I use the term respectable rather loosely :)

In keeping up with this blog I hope to accomplish the following:
1. Keeping up with this blog.
2. Help friends & family, particularly those loved & missed, have a better understand of
Degn-anigans.
3. Tastefully limit the understanding of Degn-anigans.
4. Get my husband to write occasionally so all my "book smart" friends might believe I have amazing wit and intelect.
5. Write often myself so that my "social smart" friends will understand what's being said.
6. Feel less guilty for the slacker attitude I've adopted recently towards scrapbooking. I even quit collecting the supplies -- great for the bank account (Chris adds), not so great for family history...now if only I could print this blog and count it as a journal entry.
7. My shoulders need a longer work-out. (Refer to picture on right)
8. I had a blank spot in my to do list. HA!

Fixed wagone & other Degn-anigans!

"Wagon fixing" time is a favorite on our house. It can mean anything from a good foot slappin' . . . hard, medium or soft are the given choices but somehow all slaps wind up harder than expected. . . to a nice book readin' complete with a loud slamming of said book followed by a resounding choral "THE END!"

Admit it, there aren't many people that can pull off this look. Aub wanted the most unusual pair in the store, I found these & even she had to admit they were perfect. She also got contacts, I was demonstrating how easy they were to take out and poked my eye so bad it was red for a week. Her opthamologist suggested I refrain from any further demonstrations.

"Mama knows things... usually"

Our family loves to go to the movies. We're usually running a little late so the current method is for Chris to drop of me & boys off at the door to get tickets, while he parks the car with Ethany and Aubrielle stays at home so that she can enjoy her unlimited texting & sleeping within the walls of her own bedroom, far from annoying siblings and embarrassing parents. Trust me, it's just easier this way. So anyway, this particular day Chris had asked if I would get the boys seated and come back out with their tickets, Oh and would I please get them some popcorn & drinks. Sure, I hurried the boys in the theatre, noticed that previews had already started and the theatre seemed quite bare for the premier of Madagascar 2 on a Saturday afternoon, oh well, I had a job to do. I tell the boys "Sit here and don't get up!" I notice a few dirty looks as I leave. "What!? I'm coming back!!" I thought to myself, but clearly didn't spend enough time "thinking" to myself otherwise I would have seen the obvious.
Chris & Ethany meet me as I'm paying for the drinks, which took a good 7 to 10 minutes. I say that because it's important. We walk toward the theatre and I notice the theatre we are assigned to looks suspiciously different than the one I put the boys in. It's all becoming clear. Yes, I forced my boys to watch about 15 minutes of "WANTED". I ran into the theatre and they were both wide eyed (Elijah more so than Caleb- naturally) & on the edge of their seat, they saw me jumped up & yelled "You put us in a rated R movie!. . . They said the F-word a LOT. . .Why did you do that?. . . This is for adults only!... It seems like a parent shouldn't do that." I'll let you figure out which boy said what, not hard if you know them. So there you have it, and now whenever I give any advice followed by the usualy warning "Mama knows things" Elijah will add, "Uhh, not always."