Fryday Fragments

I  took Joey to audition for a play this week. When it was his turn to go into the audition room he walks up to the director and sits right next to him (on top of the directors coat) and Joey proceeds to ask, "Where is the stage? Don't you have a stage for me to get on?"

Then the guy directs Joey to the area set up for the people auditioning and asks Joey if he knows the words to any songs. Joey says, "I know how to sing Life Is A Highway." I mouth to the director, "He only knows a few words.....like maybe ten. He knows a few nursery rhyme songs."

The guy then asks Joey which nursery rhymes he knows and Joey said, "I know Old McDonald Had A Farm"

Then the guy is all, "Great! Sing that song."

Joey sings the song but in true American Idol form, he 'makes it his own' by singing 'Old McDonald had a farm e i e i o and on that farm he had some dinosaurs e i e i o with a grrrrrrr grrrrrrr here'

Anyway, when he said 'dinosaurs...........' and the rest he was very growly and clawing his hands and showing his teeth.

Not too sure if he BLEW it completely or if he just secured a good role in the play.

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I'm not a very observant person.  So when something catches my attention it's probably a pretty big event or has occurred in plain sight at least four thousand times and I'm only just now noticing.  Anyway, one day this week, I was browsing Pinterest, updating Facebook, and reading Blogs when I see this man on a bicycle riding up and down the road that runs behind my house.  I've never noticed this before and it seems odd for someone to be riding a bicycle on a very cold day in drizzly rain.  I watched this go on for roughly an hour before I turned to Facebook for advice.  I was told it seemed suspicious and that I should probably call the police department to have them check things out.  I called.  In less than 10 minutes someone was patrolling the area.  I've not seen the Bike Man since.  Hummmmm.  I wonder where he went?

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Kevin has a cold.  He was snoring one night.  So loud that it not only woke me up but scared me awake.  I eventually went to sleep in the recliner but I could hear him from the living room.  About 2am I gave up and went back to bed....at least I'd be warm.  I took a nap.  Thank goodness there was no baby to care for on that day.  I'd be a complete wreck.  The jarred sleep gave me a terrible headache.  

He also coughed in my face when I was 'sleeping'.  For some reason I had woke up for about three seconds and right before I fell back to sleep, he coughs and his face was about 6 inches away from mine.  If I get sick, it's all his fault.

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Isabella watched me apply deodorant one day this week.  When she's with me at moments like that I like to have mini-talks with her.  So I told her that I was applying deodorant and said that one day she'll have her own deodorant that she'll use.  She said, "What if I don't want to wear deodorant? I think that stuff looks weird."  I told her that one day she'll shower every day and then notice that she still has a yucky smell by the end of the day and then she'll really want to wear deodorant so she can continue to smell nice.  That mini-talk about growing up felt so natural and was easy.  If only they could all come so naturally.

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While reading out in Blogland I came across a blog of a very pretty girl who is obsessed (not obsessed but does talk about her looks a lot) with how she looks and how much she weighs.  I understand that it's important to be fit and to look clean and well groomed but it makes me so sad to see that this really very pretty and fit girl think she is overweight. Maybe it's part of my whole pity party of one on my side of the screen but here's the thing.  Even if I lost the thirty pounds I really should lose, I have this condition called NF1.  It's not pretty.  If you want to be completely grossed out do a google image search and see some of the absolute worst cases.  While I'm a far cry from any worst case you'll see there.....it's still something that I try to hide and cover up.  Winter is good because I can wear heavier clothing to cover my whole body.  Summer (while I do love being warm) is bad because it's shorts, and sleeveless shirts (I don't wear) and bathing suits (which I don't wear so I don't frighten those around me) and a whole other season of feeling hideous.  Because lets face it......it's not pretty.  So yeah, if you're 'normal' and just a little overweight or self conscious because 'OMG I'm not wearing brand new stuff! I need top of the line expensive junk!'.....just look in the mirror and see how beautiful you truly are.










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