Birth Stories gone Bad

Someone just put two and two together about her birth story and I am in for it. The telling of the birth story (sanitized mind you!) has been a longstanding tradition around here and now I am realizing that was a serious mistake. Why? I think you know.

Beanie has realized that her birth story is sensational and since she always loves a good joke she delights in telling it. Repeatedly. At the soccer game, when she randomly picks up my cell phone, in conversing with an older cousin who probably doesn't even know what a birth is, in the grocery store line.

It always goes something like this,

"I am Beanie. (she says her real name) I was born on my mom's baff-room floor. BAH HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!"

The shocked person on the other end usually asks something like "Really??" thinking the kid is pulling their leg because she obviously relishes telling this joke. Depending on the situation I laugh, admit it, or run.

If only it were an inner child.....

Sometimes I just wish I could stifle my inner student government president. I have a knack for taking on volunteering projects that I could do without. But alas, I feel guilty. Some habits die hard.

On the eve of the anniversary of my 29th Birthday....

• I am getting old!
• This whole resurrected body thing at 33 has got me scared.
• My daughter asked me if I was a grown-up and I said "Yes." This is big, because I always used to think that I would be "grown up when...[insert random milestone here]" but I think I have them all covered!!
• I am going to play more offense.

Mars and Venus- Jr. Edition

Overhead in the TV room during ND vs. UofM-

"Touchdown!!! Touchdown!!!" and "What is a holding call?"- the Conqueror

"Daddy, do you know Derek from the 12 Dancing Princesses??"- Beanie
(for the record, I don't think she got an answer.)

A big no-no

Dear Random Catholic Charity that Wants my Money,

Please do not send me Christmas cards in September in an effort to make me feel guilty and send you money. I do feel guilty, guilty that I have actually been thinking about Christmas gifts already. But I am not sending you any money because it is still Ordinary Time and even my mall has the decency not to put up Christmas stuff until at least after Halloween.

Thanks!

Detachment

It has been a little crazy around here as of late. There have been a series of mechanical difficulties around here- cars, showers, garbage disposals, microwaves, Internet, home phone, and ceiling fans are all I can think of off the top of my head.

Anyway, I keep learning how much I don't necessarily need things I once considered essential. Of course, when things return I am more grateful than ever to have them and all, but I suppose it is a good lesson!

There is really no point to this post except to explain where all my extra energy has gone as of late. I am happy to report that my house was really no different after 4 days with no Internet so maybe I don't waste as much time as I feared. Not.

Liar, Liar

I think the person who says it only gets easier after 2 or 3 kids or whatever is a liar. That is all. : )