I had one of those conversations with my 9-year old today.

“Mom?  When will you let me watch Gremlins?”

It was marked down to $3 in the check-out line at Target.  I saw the film more than once in the 80’s.  Seems like an innocent flick to allow my son to watch.  But I thought the same thing about ‘Back to the Future’.  I’d forgotten what a potty mouth Marty McFly had.

It was difficult to explain why I didn’t think my son should watch the movie.  He’s recently become aware of the ‘rating’ factor and PG tells him its no big deal.  But I feel differently.  Resisting the urge to play the ‘I said so’ card, I wanted him to understand there are better places to spend your time.

Last weekend in Toon Town the kids saw week 2 of BabyProof.  I was glad I caught some of it.  It helped me explain why this movie wasn’t a good idea to watch.  Call it a shameless plug… I don’t care.  If you’re looking for a way to explain to your kids why some movies, shows and/or music just aren’t worth our time, then check out the video.  It helps. 

… And step away from the stove!”

I lost my cooking license today.

I’m no longer aloud to cook.

At least I’m no longer aloud to leave a boiling pot of water on the stove… unattended… for 10 minutes… with the burner on high.

Seems this sets off the fire alarm and causes a smoky mess that lingers in your house for days.  Kind of a problem.

Was having one of my super mom moments last night.  Kids splashing in the bath.  Laughing and playing.  Got one head washed with minimal tears.  Got the second head scrubbed.  While rinsing out the suds, I just didn’t pay much attention to the toddler repeatedly saying, “EEEWWWW!” holding his finger in my face.  Just kept scooping up cups full of water to pour over the thick head of sudsy hair on my daughters head.  Each scoop of water pouring through the hair and all over the face.

That’s when the “EEEWWW” causes me to pause.

I look at Connor’s finger.

I look at the discolored spot next to him on the bottom of the tub.

Trying to discriminate a shape among all the bubbles and toys hovering just above it.

Oh my heavens.  How long has THAT been in there!!!

And how much of that water did I just pour on my daughter’s head.

got myself a pair of rollerblades for my birthday.

the ups guy barely made it down the street before i was donning more battle gear than a soldier heading into war. took me 5 minutes to figure out how to get my foot in the blasted things. i thought i’d test out the gear, stretch myself out a little and show my husband just how athletically versatile his wife really is.

on my first try i found myself speeding downhill…

okay, techincally it was a slope in the street and ’speeding’ might be stretch, but on blades it felt every bit of downhill and i’m confident my pace would scare any senior citizen on a walker.

aiming for the curb, i was happy i used my butt as the break rather than my face.

no doubt my neighbors took note of the grace and agility of this 36 year old woman careening down the street screaming to her husband to serve as her break. why use the break on the skate when you can fall into the laughing loving arms of your man?!?

did i hear him say something about supplemental insurance?

something tells me i’ll be dreaming of the aflac duck tonight.

If you know me… you know I love my iPod. I’ve usually got it in my ears. Another denied addiction.

The other day I left my iPod sitting on my desk. By the end of the evening it was missing.

The funny thing is, the moment I said it was missing people took me seriously.

Why is that funny? Well… again, if you knew me you’d know that losing things is a regular occurrence in my life.

But, as my friend, Shane, stated, “Gina loses a lot of things, but she never loses her iPod.”

Ever had that happen?

Well, I’m in the midst of it. So, I’m tossing in the towel and yielding to God in hopes that He’ll reveal to me why the thoughts don’t flow. I’ll start posting again when that happens.

I’m so addicted to my Blackberry.  I feel naked without it.  I left it at the church yesterday.

I could load up all 3 kids, drag them out to the church just to get my phone.

But when I think about it… why would I do that?

So I don’t miss a call?  Please.  I have a home phone.

But what if someone texts me?  Geez.  Who is more important on a rare day off with my kids?

I think it’s my kids.

They don’t need to call or text.

They’re right in front of me.

So if you’re trying to get hold of me and I’m not answering my cell…  I’m busy hanging out with my kids.  I’ll call you back later. 

Connor found the Flamin’ Hot Cheetos…

This should be interesting…