What is up with this weather???
Where is the cookin' 30+?? Not here. Grrrrr........
I painted the bathroom today. It's little so it didn't take me too long. I had painted some rectangular panels on each end at Christmas but now its finished...... So in between painting, the kitchen in a gongshow, the dood brings his friend over and I'm making hotdogs in between rolls of toiletpaper, paint cans and piles of towels. GONGSHOW.
Tonight the dood and I curled up on the couch and played a game where you trace a letter or word on each other's back and try to guess what it is. It was my little experiment to see if it would help him feel the letters that give him trouble like b,d and p. He was having trouble with p until I spelled "poop" on his back. Nothing like potty humour to teach the letter p. Hehehe....... OH! What if he would have rotated it and said "boob". That would have been IMMENSE, killer funny.
I made him rub my feet. I'm a terrible mom I admitt it but it ended up being hilarious. I laughed so hard I didn't make any sound. First of all, he made me rub his. Fair swap. He spazzes when I rub his feet so I gave him a hard time about that . Then of course he hits a spot on my foot and I spazz out so he had to get in his digs. He made it into this huge dramatic episode where he made all kinds of faces and then added jokes about stinky feet and gross callouses. It told him to lay off and that those dancer callouses paid his bills.(they are not THAT gross btw...I take very good care of my feet.) It's the kind of joke where you really have to be there and experience his humour but hopefully you get the idea. It was crazy to say the least.
He spelled "I love you" on my arm.
Today's listening adventure was jazz remixes.....chill, downtempo and satin house.........*purrrrr*
Lyrics from Beanfield's "The Season":
(Yummm..............)
As word settled in the depth
Nature moulds time
A life's journey
Along the sweet banks of Jordan
Immortal being lounges on honey fringed thighs
Coco shined her raven hair
Training on the oriental sense of the hot dry air
Sunlight dances bright
All is alive with the light
As splendid wings spread out to fly
We kissed our worries goodbye
A fresh dew of new days to come
A burst of joy and songs we sung
Rich golden melons rest on their backs
This is the day we are all alive
Give thanks.
Thirst quenched exotic dreams of ours
Oozing and dripping on silken smooth skin
Dreams come true
Blurred visionary hours appear crystal clear
The sunshine of the purest flower
Reality she comes on me
Her voice no longer a mystery
No longer an invisible thing
Welcome darling spring.
......I should be doing homework but screw it.....
..................>
Woke up this morning to pouring rain. UGH! On one hand it means I don't have to water my plants but on the other it's disgusting out!
Where is the cookin' 30+?? Not here. Grrrrr........
I painted the bathroom today. It's little so it didn't take me too long. I had painted some rectangular panels on each end at Christmas but now its finished...... So in between painting, the kitchen in a gongshow, the dood brings his friend over and I'm making hotdogs in between rolls of toiletpaper, paint cans and piles of towels. GONGSHOW.
Tonight the dood and I curled up on the couch and played a game where you trace a letter or word on each other's back and try to guess what it is. It was my little experiment to see if it would help him feel the letters that give him trouble like b,d and p. He was having trouble with p until I spelled "poop" on his back. Nothing like potty humour to teach the letter p. Hehehe....... OH! What if he would have rotated it and said "boob". That would have been IMMENSE, killer funny.
I made him rub my feet. I'm a terrible mom I admitt it but it ended up being hilarious. I laughed so hard I didn't make any sound. First of all, he made me rub his. Fair swap. He spazzes when I rub his feet so I gave him a hard time about that . Then of course he hits a spot on my foot and I spazz out so he had to get in his digs. He made it into this huge dramatic episode where he made all kinds of faces and then added jokes about stinky feet and gross callouses. It told him to lay off and that those dancer callouses paid his bills.(they are not THAT gross btw...I take very good care of my feet.) It's the kind of joke where you really have to be there and experience his humour but hopefully you get the idea. It was crazy to say the least.
He spelled "I love you" on my arm.
Today's listening adventure was jazz remixes.....chill, downtempo and satin house.........*purrrrr*
Lyrics from Beanfield's "The Season":
(Yummm..............)
As word settled in the depth
Nature moulds time
A life's journey
Along the sweet banks of Jordan
Immortal being lounges on honey fringed thighs
Coco shined her raven hair
Training on the oriental sense of the hot dry air
Sunlight dances bright
All is alive with the light
As splendid wings spread out to fly
We kissed our worries goodbye
A fresh dew of new days to come
A burst of joy and songs we sung
Rich golden melons rest on their backs
This is the day we are all alive
Give thanks.
Thirst quenched exotic dreams of ours
Oozing and dripping on silken smooth skin
Dreams come true
Blurred visionary hours appear crystal clear
The sunshine of the purest flower
Reality she comes on me
Her voice no longer a mystery
No longer an invisible thing
Welcome darling spring.
......I should be doing homework but screw it.....
..................>
Woke up this morning to pouring rain. UGH! On one hand it means I don't have to water my plants but on the other it's disgusting out!
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Glad you're sleeping more. I have that weird loosing of teeth dream all the time too. I read somewhere once that it's suppose to symbolize a fear off loosing verility. But i'm not buying into that one just yet.
Oh, and i'd never trim you from my friends list.
You're far to cool to get the cut.