hut, hut, hut - no frickin way!

Here is the scene: Open House for Summer Camps at Reagan's school. I drop the kids and Mel off while I go check M&D's house cause they get back tomorrow and I promised to keep an eye on things (cause I am just that caring).

So, Ian spys a football helmet and is off like a rocket to put it on. A bystander says, "Wow, that kid must be a Mason" (he played ball with Rob). No sooner does Ian get his hands on the helmet than some uber-mom grab Reagan and says, "you must be a cheerleader!"

So Reagan has visions of pom-poms dancing in her head... Ian is head-butting bystanders with his freshly-helmeted head laughing hysterically after impact... Thankfully I am in the car waiting...not in small part cause I haven't showered in a couple of days...or changed clothes - cmon, you wish you were me...

Anyhow, we get home and Reagan starts in "I want to be a cheerleader"...I flash to some punk in a letterman's jacket on a motorcycle (of course) banging on my front door coming to pick Reagan up and me opening the door with a shotgun... It is not illegal to beat up underage kids is it?

So after the kids go to bed, Mel and I talk about it (I started the conversation mostly out of fear). Going to Rob's pee-wee games, I remember feeling sorry for the little girls that were cheerleading. It just seemed so sad for them. But then, really it is just some girls doing girl-like things. I'd be ok with some boys rounded up and cheering for Reagan playing soccer or something (just not my boy, ha ha). It is going to be a tough ten years...

Comments

todays survey

Since you all have done so well with the past two surveys I've taken ( another shirt slogan for Dad and do you get full eating salad or just bored ), here is another: If you eat, say, a bag full of fortune cookies - and I am not saying I have - do they all come true or just a first/last rule? Do they all negate if you eat more than one? Anyone? Bueller?

And now we are One!!!!

Who would have thought: you would keep reading after day 3? I would keep writing after day 2? (see http://robertwmason.blogspot.com/ for reference) that you would get anything out of this? that I would get anything out of this? that I would make 250 posts into this thing..? And "get" I did. Last month, I signed my first contract for a writing position (in my free time) with a Rhode Island magazine. I used many excerpts from my blog as samples and they dug it, enough to want to pay me. I am very excited about that. A big thank you to all of you that keep reading that misadventures of my family, friends and I. The journey thus far has been fun and giving you a bird-eye view into our lives is weirdly fun. At first it was like walking around naked, now I am a full fledged nudist; so to speak. In looking back over the first year, I live like a king. Sometimes all it takes is a bit of reflection to see how good you've got it. Usually this hits me on business trips and ...

How I'll probably die

My new thing has gotten me running, yes running, the past week without complaint and without watching the clock. Unfortunately, the high-risk fringe sport will probably have Ian find me at the end of the treadmill runway, twisted, with a guitar slung from my neck. What is it you ask? Some kind of Mariachi Marathon? Close. Running while playing Guitar Hero is the greatest thing since running with my buddy Jeff. Come to think of it, that really was just running with someone calling you, "fatty" the whole time, but I digress. Running while jamming on guitar trying desperately to keep up with great hits like "American Women" and the surprisingly fitting, "Band on the run". See what I did there? Anyhow, it is freaking amazing. No longer are my eyes glued to the maddening clock. No longer am looking at data (which I seem to hate when it is counting my exercise), I am playing a game. I am a Rock God when I run. Now, I know what you are thinking. Being a...

Thoughts from the Big Melon

Search This Blog