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This is me...
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Thursday, April 14, 2011

Raise Your Glass

So last night I cooked dinner -- not "Microwave for 3 minutes, pull back plastic and stir potatoes" cooked, but like an ACTUAL meal.  I made Poppy Seed Chicken.  Now, granted, Poppy Seed Chicken is basically pouring a bunch of stuff into a bowl and stirring it then putting it the oven for 35 minutes, but still....I COOKED.  It must be because I was feeling so domestic with all the preparations for my parents' visit this afternoon.  Speaking of which, I still have a TON of stuff left to do.....and re-do.

While I was cooking dinner, the minions were making their own preparations.  The picture below is NOT what they were told to do -- not even close.  They were supposed to be picking up the gazillion and five Legos upstairs so that I could vacuum.  Apparently that seemed less important than this:

In case you can't see it well, it says "Welcome to Texas Grandmother and Pa!!"  And yes, that DOES say "Grandmother rolls!!" (I guess that is because I ROCK!)  Now, kudos to them for spelling all of it correctly, and for locating all of the pictures that they used, but I doubt that this "Welcome" will be enough of a distraction to keep my mother from noticing that the carpet upstairs hasn't been vacuumed in at least 3 weeks, or that the laundry isn't all folded and put away, or that the beds aren't made.  And, since I cooked dinner, there will most likely be dishes in the sink.  Oh, and while the 2 older minions were designing and assembling THIS masterpiece, the 2 younger minions were working on their own:

I think that this is a collage of looks like a shrine, but I think it is more of a collage.  This is in the 2 year old's room.  It doesn't even use half of the stuffed animals that they own.  I am a little impressed at the level of symmetry that they accomplished with this though. 

I am considering just handling my parents like I did when I was a teenager -- when they get here I will blast the last verse of Pink's "Raise Your Glass" (thanks to Nikki over at Moms Who Drink and Swear for the inspiration):

So if you're too school for cool,
And you're treated like a fool,
You can choose to let it go
We can always, we can always,
Party on our own

(so raise your) So raise your glass if you are wrong,
In all the right ways,
All my underdogs, (perhaps change this to "underlings"....)
We will never be never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty, dirty little freaks
Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass,

Just come on and come on and raise your glass
Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass,(for me)
Just come on and come on and raise your glass (for me)

I wanted to embed the video, but stupid YouTube wouldn't let me.  I tried to include a link that would allow you to listen to the song, but since Blogger Preview feature is messing up, I won't know if it worked until I publish the post.......but here it is:
Raise Your Glass -- Pink

That is me -- LOUD.
That is my kids -- nitty, gritty, dirty little freaks.
We're wrong in all the right ways -- we didn't clean the house for my parents' visit, but there is a killer Bendaroos messages on the wall and a stuffed animal collage for them in the bedroom.  I will have this song on loop alllllllll day as I make efforts to straighten up at least.
So, all my fellow moms out there who are also wrong in all the right ways and who will never be (never be) ANYTHING but loud -- Raise your glass (for me).


christy said...

I love that song!!! I too made a culinary masterpiece for dinner last night... at first it was just dinner... Then I opened the cheap drinkable wine and it became culinary.... when Rob went for seconds it was a masterpiece!! I probably won;t clean those dishes for a day or two.... I just don't want to. AND, I'm in a mean mood today so I may invite my mother to come help me pack and clean next week.... just so I can see her face as she stands in the door staring and I'm looking at her raising my frozen glass going "You wanted to help" ...... There will be a brief lecture of how I turned out like my drunk alcoholic daddy, followed by her digging in her purse for massive amounts of the "natural" and "non-addictive" doctor prescribed class three narcotics that she can't live with out. Finally she will begin scrubbing and cleaning like we are gonna birth a kid.... not move out and eventually, with me shoving her down the steps while clenching my LAST beer, she will leave... For 5 years between visits.... mission accomplished.

Counting Caballeros said...

Man, I am about done with "All the things" that are getting cleaned for the day -- mom just called and will be here in 20 minutes (3 hours early, BTW). At which point I said "Screw it" and sat down to enjoy a cup of coffee and prepare for my intervention. Kitchen, dining, living and bathrooms are all done. I smell like a homeless person, but I was not on my list of things to clean today.....