The static electricity machine.

I love a good imagination.

When I finally dragged myself out of bed this morning (after 9 am!) I went downstairs to see what the boys were up to.

Two of them were playing Wii. The other one was doing this:

He spun around and around and around, his head touching the carpet.

“Look, Mom. I’m a static electricity machine. Touch my feet!”

Ouch!

Young love.

I was coming out of an appointment around lunchtime today. I noticed an adorable young guy walking back and forth with a big bouquet of balloons. He was looking and pacing and looking some more. All of a sudden, this cute girl with a pony tail who couldn’t have been more than 22, walked up behind him.

He turned and saw her. He he gave her the balloons and she looked shocked. I imagined she asked what they were for. And I heard him say, just because I love you.

And she hugged him and they stepped over by the car and they kissed.

They were still kissing as I drove away.

It was so sweet.

Young love.

13 questions I’ve had today.

1) What is this obsession with public restrooms?

2) Why am I so sensitive that a comment can ruin my afternoon?

3) Why would someone report my email (for a local nonprofit) as spam, thereby causing me hours of unnecessary work and suffering?

4) Why is this night different from all other nights? (okay, that was a joke.)

5) Isn’t it odd that so many people I care about have birthdays the first half of January?

6) Look at me. I make you smile, I bring a tear to your eye, but I can’t be seen. What am I?

7) Is my dishwasher really fixed this time?

8) Where did all this laundry come from?

9) How long will the ‘resolution-ists’ be coming to the gym?

10) How will I ever get the recipe for the challah we had in Maine?

11) Is the weekend really coming soon?

12) Why did I schedule a workout for 6:30 tomorrow morning?

13) How can I love those boys so much, and yet I can’t wait until they go to bed tonight!?

Me & the professor.

Professor Kool and His Fun Skool. I loved that show.

Each week, the show started with ‘Tijuana Taxi’- a song I knew because my parents had the Herb Alpert record. They had a game where you had to, blindfolded, put your hand in a plate of stuff. It was always gross. There was a balloon popping game. And other silliness. It was a blast. Stu Kerr, the host was goofy and (at least to preschoolers) hysterically funny.

And then, there was the theme song. Sang to the tune of Jingle Bells:

“We like school
we like school,
cause it’s lots of fun.
Singing, laughing, playing games,
blues are on the run.
We like school
we like school,
love to hear the bell.
For our teacher Professor Kool
let’s give him a great big yell!”

Somehow (and I don’t remember how) I got to go on the show! I was about 5, I’d say. The ‘students’ sat in rows off to the side. Kind of like a jury, if you know what I mean. We were part of some of the antics and some was just the Professor.

I was excited to go! I wore my favorite blue and red dress. I couldn’t stop smiling.

The show started. They told us to be quiet and to react as instructed, so we didn’t mess up the show. I’m sure they said it nicer.

So the song plays and everything is going along nicely. And then….

This witch comes running out from nowhere. She was slight; I remember that. She had this evil cackle and it wouldn’t stop. I freaked out.

I started crying uncontrollably and (if I recall correctly) yelled, “make her go away!”

They must have misunderstood, because it was me that they made go away. Scooped me up and off the show.

Oh, the trauma.

The Maine Restroom Tour: December 2007

I started off with good enough intentions. Really, I did. I was going to take a photo in every restroom on the trip.

Sure, it was easy at first. But a funny thing happened.

I relaxed.

Maybe it was the knitting. Or just being away from my computer.

I stopped carrying my purse. And my phone.

So I’d find myself in a public restroom sans a camera.

The horrors.

Just the same, I’d like to share with you the 3 photos that came out. I did take a few more, but these are the best. And as you will see, that is not saying a heckofa lot.

Do you think this works? If so, I’d like to put a sign like this up in the boys’ bathroom here at home.

This one had me giggling for an hour. Remember:

Here I sit all brokenhearted
Came to poop and only farted

An oldie, but a goodie.

Well, this undiscovered until now Poet Laureate wrote (in case you can’t read it)

Here I sit
So sad to find
I came to poop
But only a fart came from my behind.

Now that’s some great poetry. I wish she’d signed it with more than just initials.

And this is my favorite. What do you think happens when you flip the switch? Think it is self-cleaning? Think a crew comes in with a mop and supplies and fixes it on the spot? Think they wait until you’re finished?

I was afraid to flip the switch. But, I am seriously looking into getting a switch like that for my house.