Friends come and friends go,...

      Several months ago before  school started a little boy, my youngest has known since she was 2 moved away.  She hadn't seen him for months. So, when I explained his daddy got a new job she was totally fine with it. I on the other hand was upset by the move,... but as a grown up, I can deal with it right?  I thought, that's it,... move away easy,... then came kindergarten.
      We live in a transient area, full of military families moving in and out of housing, off and on base,... its the norm here.  My daughters class started out with 28 kids.  (Kindergarten with 28 kids but that is a totally different rant.) They have had a few kids move away and a few new kids move to the school and into her class.
      In the car the other day she asked why her latest friend had to move away. I gave the typical, her daddy or mommy's job caused her to have to move,... simple answer its over right,... not with my daughter,...
      "Well Mommy, I know why Wayne moved away,... he kissed my friend in class,... remember,.. (UH yeah- how can I forget, you talked about it for weeks), he kissed her on the lips,... ewwww,... he was so embarrassed his mommy made him move away."
       Only my kid would take a simple family move and make it a scandal.

A Blog? Really? How original!

I know, I know another blog by a boring mother, teacher and whiny lady getting older,...

As I approach that big bag looming over my head like a diaper filled with do do,... 40th birthday.  I decided to do something for myself.  For years now I have heard "you should write a book or your life is like a book." Well why not write about it,... so thats my goal to share the wild and craziness that is my life,... like the discussion I had with my 5 year old on the way to school the other day....

"Mommy, how many hot dogs does God eat," she asked.
"Ummm, I don't know as many as he wants," I relplied.
"No not God, the other guy."

"Crap!" thank goodness that was my thought and not my real reply, as the wheels started turning,... no not a discussion about the devil,... I am late to work, already stressed,... and gonna meet him someday anyway.
"What other guy, sweetie," I pulled it together to ask.

"You know the guy who just went to heaven," she said. As I am wracking my brain, what guy went to heaven,... ummm would she mix up with God,... who died recently that she would want to talk about,... why is she bringing this up now? Why hot dogs? Then it hit me,... Uncle Ducky,... when she was 3 her grandparents lived with us and Uncle Ducky would call everyday to talk to his sister, AKA Nana. He was depressed, and not eating well, so Nana would put her on the phone to say "no more hot dogs Ducky."

"You mean uncle Ducky, sweetie.  He can eat as many hot dogs as he wants in heaven." Yeah easy fix right?!? not in my world,... hold your breathe,... its gonna come the next question,...

Excitedly she replied, "As many as he wants!!!! Wow!!! How does he pay for them all?"

Nope not getting in to the economics of heaven,... not today,... thank God we pulled into the school or I would have been in one twisted pickle.