My Dad Can Be Funny (not on purpose)

K and I had dinner at my parent's house the other night. B was at a friends and the boys were all wrapped up in hockey. K and I alone at my parents is a very rare occasion. All I remember is that there was a lot of laughter and Olympics and wine, but the one pertinent story was from my dad.

He went to the doctor's recently for a check up and the nurses began by asking him how he was and if he had any problems. Well, things were good and he felt good, but he did have one problem.

He said, "Sometimes my leg will go numb.  It happens while I am shopping with my wife."

The nurses were hysterical and quite honestly so were K and I as he was reiterating the story. So we asked him to explain further.

Evidently when he and my mom shop in places like Kohls or TJMaxx, one of my Dad's legs fall asleep. My mom sends him to the men's department while she goes on her shopping mission and 9 times out of 10, after 15 minutes, one of my dad's legs falls asleep. K asked if it was the leg of the pocket that he kept his wallet in.

If he is puttering around the yard, he has no problem

If he is shoveling the driveway, he has no problem.

If he is golfing, he has no problem.

He only has this problem when he is. Shopping. With. My. Mom.

I do not have a punch line for this story, but I can tell you that we were laughing so hard at dinner, tears were rolling down our faces. And, yes, I mean all 4 of us. My mom even had her silent laugh going  which when that happens, K mimics and makes it all the more funny. I guess if you see a guy limping around the men's department of Kohls, please offer him a chair and a cup of strong black coffee.

The Everlasting Winter

Last weekend, Cape Cod was hit with another blizzard. When my parents were thinking about moving to the Cape years ago, they wanted confirmation that there was not as much snow down here as my home town of Acton.

"No, we don't get 1/2 as many storms or inches of snow. Really!" I said somehow convincingly. As Cape Cod goes, we typically don't get as much snow. Somehow this winter in particular has blown that theory to bits. I think usually, Cape Cod gets snow and then it melts in a few days. This year it has snowed and stayed and snowed again and stayed... you get the picture.

I have been looking for the (invisible) snowy owl that has taken up residence in West Dennis. I cannot find the damn, I mean cute, thing. But last weekend on my quest to find the elusive owl, I got some nice pictures of the frozen snow between Dennis and Chatham.

We have had a couple of sunny days in the 40's this weekend. Daylight savings time is in a week. I am ready to trade in the beautiful snowy pictures for some spring flowers. And maybe I will even find that owl. What's life without hope?!

Throwback Thursday

I love how they plan school vacation week at the same time as the Olympics! I know it is probably a coincidence, but one I like. I can stay up late and not have to worry about getting up and going to work early the next day.

This throw back doesn't really technically have to do with the Olympics, but it has the word Olympics in it.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Smuckers

B and I picked up the mail as I was driving her to school this am. She sees the Smucker's Stars On Ice brochure. Stars on Ice as in previous Olympic skaters, excellent skaters....great show.

She says, "Smuckers Stars On Ice? Is that a show of all those old people that guy wishes happy birthday to on the Today Show?"

Honestly, it stuns me the way her mind works.

Throwback Thursday

In honor of the summer, I mean, winter Olympics in Sochi, Russia (kind of warm there!), I am including 2 posts about how I was once a ski racer. (One and Two) Yes, I had dreams of making the Olympics, but then again, I also had dreams of being the first female to be on the Boston Red Sox.

I love watching the Olympics now and am excited to be watching new sports! Of course, in my house we are as heavy into the skiing as we are into the hockey watching. Did you ever aspire to be an Olympian?

Once a Blond, Always a Blond

The blond moment I had last week was when I got in my car after work. Bobby had taken my car to the garage for an inspection sticker. When I got in I immediately noticed it. It was pretty after all. Pink and yellow looking, but not the typical number '2' I was used to.

I wondered how I was going to remember to get it inspected in February of next year without the 2 and what did the A stand for anyway?

When I got home, Bobby asked if I noticed the sticker.

"Sure I did. Thanks for getting that for me. It's prettier than the old kind, but what does the A stand for?"
"Um, Sue, it's an R as in rejection."
"Oh." wait 2 beats "Oooooh, crap!"

Looks like new tires are in my future.

Throwback Thursday

I had a blond moment the other day that reminded me of a previously written about blond moment.. Blond moments seem to run in our family. It seems as good enough as any reason to blame something silly, stupid, just plain wrong on being blond.

This post is about my sister and her priceless blond moment that happened a few years back. Even when I wrote it, most people knew that she was the blond in the story so I do not feel badly outing her now.

Enjoy and be careful when wearing sumo suits on pavement.