This weekend the 3 Wilson families traveled from Jackson, Atlanta, and The Gulf Coast and met in Birmingham. Why? So that these two:
Could go here:
And see this (or, should I say him):
We all had a great time riding Thomas the Train, who remarkably pushed us backwards about 10 miles into the woods, then brought us back to the station. In 30 minutes. For $140. But I digress…As you can see, we had a lovely ride:
And a good time:
We stayed at a fabulous hotel, we had a fine dining experience (everyone except for Aidan, which is a post for another day), and my sister-in-law and I shopped until the stores closed (about an hour). But, really, none of us had nearly as much fun as these four:
Good times, man. Can’t wait to do it again. Soon.
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Hi, everyone! Welcome to Monday, the official first day of the rest of your life. What are you going to do with it? Start something BIG today, or do something small that makes a BIG difference. Me, I’m going to start boot camp again. This time, along with, I’m going to do Weight Watchers. For real. Or as a friend mine used to say, “For real for real.” That’s what I’m starting today.
What about you? What you got going on?
(Oh, and how rude of me not to ask, how was your weekend? Mine was simply delightful, photos to come later.)
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I saw this car yesterday and the first thing I thought was “Yay for you, whoever you are that passed your comps! Good going!” They must have been really proud of themselves to write it on thier car. I like that. We should all pat ourselves on the back when we do something good. I’ve become a fan of advertising my achievements.
So…if I had to advertise today, the message on my car would say “I PAID OFF A CREDIT CARD!!”
What would you write on your car today?
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I haven’t been blogging because that’s what I’ve been doing. You know, like when somebody gives you an impossible task and you have to find a way to make it work?
I’ve discovered I do that a lot. I can make dinner out of the 2 chicken legs we have in the freezer – and you’ll be full and it’ll be good. I can make clothes last when laundry hasn’t been done in 2 weeks — and they’ll all be clean. I can have absolutely nothing in mind to teach, and by the end of class, have to hold them late just to get in all in. I can manage to be a couple days away from pay day and broke as hell (ya’ll know those broke weekends where payday is on Tuesday and you’re getting nervous on Friday, but you still have to make it through the weekend) – and still get Aidan’s Sunday Red Lobster dinner — that’s his favorite, he will bite your hand off for some shrimp scampi.
It’s what I do. Aidan calls it “Mommy Magic”. He thinks that I can open up bottled waters, stick straws in Caprisuns, find basketballs, and string shoelaces just because — well, because I have Mommy Magic.
Today, I’m doing it at work. Figuring out how I’m gonna make my bosses plan work. I will, it’s what I do.
What about you? When was the last time you made a dollar out of 15 cents?
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I do this sporadically. Should I try harder? I mean, I’m not going to respond to every comment, but sometimes I do have something to say to you guys. Whaddayathink? Should I give it a go?
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This is my office desk. Why is there a can of whipped cream on it, you ask? Surely, there must have been a party and I had to bring dessert? Well, no. I’m officially exposing myself. I eat whipped cream. Sometimes, I bring strawberries to eat with it, but yesterday I ran out. So I just ate the whipped cream.
Hi. I’m Psonya. I’m an addict. Whipped cream is my guilty pleasure. What’s yours?
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Aidan has been wanting to have a playdate with his friend from school and church. So, like any good mother who’s been begged to death, I went to ask the little boys’ mom:
Me: Hey! Aidan has been wanting {kid} to come over and play sometimes, so I thought I’d ask you!
Her: Oooh, Aidan just doesn’t know how busy we are…
Me: Well, we’ll be out of town this weekend, so it can be the weekend after that. We don’t have to do it at the house, we can go to Chuck E Cheese or the park or somewhere like that — just so they can play. Just let me know whenever is a good time for you.
Her: Well, just tell Aidan you asked.
And then I laughed and said “Okay…see ya later.” And walked away.
The End.
So, now we know who won’t be getting an invite to Aidan’s next playdate.
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I let Aidan go into the men’s room alone for the first time yesterday. Before he went in, I explained to him exactly what to do, and if anybody tried to look at or touch his “naked”, he was to scream as loud as he could. He walked off all macho. I was standing halfway in the door.
After about 30 seconds:
Me: Aidan, you okay?
Aidan: Yes, ma’am.
30 more seconds:
Me: Are you pottying? What are you doing?
Aidan: Ma, I’m going to the potty.
30 more seconds:
Me: Are you done yet?
Aidan: Yes!
Me: Did you flush?
Aidan: Yes, ma’am.
Me: Okay, come on out. *sigh of relief*
30 more seconds:
Me: You said you were finished. What are you doing????
Man: He’s alright!
Me: What? Sir, who are you? I didn’t even know anybody was in there? Where did you come from?
Man: I’ve been in here. He’s doing just fine, he’s washing his hands and I’m helping him dry.
Me: mmm hmmmm. Why didn’t you say something before now, then?
Out walks man and Aidan, holding hands. The man was probably about 70 years old, and looked exactly like James Earl Jones with a nice little sweater vest and hat on.
Man: You’ve got a big boy here! He went all by himself.
Aidan: Mama, he didn’t look at or touch my pee pee. He was helping me. He was being sweet to me!
Me: Okay, well thank you, sir. I appreciate that. I was nervous about him going in alone.
Man: No problem, you were very vigilant from outside the door. I was almost scared to come out! Good job, mom. You did exactly what you were supposed to do.
Somehow I felt better after that. Probably cause I loves me some James Earl Jones.
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We were in the nail shop yesterday and the nail techs and I were talking about California. They used to live there.
Nail Tech: Yeah, and now some of the State employees are having to take days off without pay.
Other Customer: Isn’t that terrible?
Nail Tech: Yes. I’m just glad that Mississippi isn’t that bad off.
Aidan: Yeah! We can still buy our pirate ships here!
Nail Tech: *blink*blink*blink*
Me and Other Customer: Bwaaahahaha!!
See? Aidan can be random, too. And he may just have a future in economics. Pirating, not so much. But economics? I can totally see it.
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I heard on Oprah yesterday that these things wee all connected. So true.
When my home is messy or out of order, none of the other three work quite right. My head the most.
When my head is out of order, my heart is heavy, and my hips have the potential of getting wider. I also tend to disregard the home.
When my heart is heavy, my head can’t think straight.
When my hips start to enlarge, my heart and my head step up.
What say you?
