Friday, March 28, 2014

Five on Friday . . .

How about a little Five on Friday . . . five random things that make me happy!

1.  Petey Rascals turned 14 yesterday . . . that's roughly the equivalent of 98 human years . . . you're welcome to the math challenged!  Dang . . . he looks good.  This guy seriously has my heart.
The many faces of Petey . . . he likes his sleep . . . and Jeep rides!
2.  I absolutely love having a Boy Scout around! 
Oh Lord Jesus, it's a fire!
When it's cold outside, my boys fight over who gets to make the fire.  I literally don't lift a finger and bah bam . . . a warm fire appears and is maintained until bedtime. 

3.  Venus Fly Traps . . . what kid doesn't want one of these?
Kyle and Amanda had to have them after the neighbor boys got some . . . off to Home Depot we went.  I remember my dad letting me get one when I was a kid.  I also remember thinking how lame it ended up being, and it died.  I predict the same outcome, but I can't deny the experience. 

4.  I am super stoked about legitimately being able to do the Jeep wave. 
Not the easiest photo to take while driving . . . safety first!
What is that you ask?  Apparently when you drive a Jeep and you see another Jeep coming in the opposite direction, you do the "Jeep wave" or lift a couple of fingers off the steering wheel in a peace type sign.  I was so excited the first time I got one . . . I kind of felt like a poser doing it the first few times, but now it's like totally like my fave. 

5.  Field trips with my kids . . . it would make me super sad if I had to miss a field trip!  Thanks to awesome neighbors and friends, I got to join Kyle on his 5th grade field trip to Ruby Falls and Chickamauga Battlefield!  Getzy was off gallivanting in Vegas for March Madness so poor little old me had to stay home and do the mom thing . . . I jest because I love this stuff!    
I can't believe I've never been here before . . . it was gorgeous and not too far over the border into Tennessee.  It's an underground water fall . . . you take an elevator down and then do a .4 mile easy hike to the falls.  They do a music and light show, and it's amazing!

I chaperoned the best group of boys, and of course we were the first ones in line after our tour guide Doug . . . said with your most southern drawl. 
He was so hysterical and said the funniest stuff in seriously the slowest, most southern drawl ever.  He would tell the kids to "cool their jets" while we waited.  And he would constantly say "alright, alright" and "mmm hmmm" like the Billy Bob Thornton character from Sling Blade. He made the whole tour so much more fun!

Next we visited the Chickamauga Battlefield where we watched an intense movie on the battle fought there and enjoyed a presentation of what a Civil War soldier would wear and carry.  After sitting for so long, the kids got to run around the battle field like fools and pose with the cannons.  Good times!
I'm so glad I got to share this experience with Kyle . . . making memories is what it's all about in my world!

Happy Friday!!
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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

That's what you get when Wu Tang raised you . . .

Quick . . . name that song!  Ok, if you're lame like my husband, then here you go . . .
I would imagine some days that's how Getzy feels . . . that Wu Tang is raising his children.  Especially when he walks in the door after a long day at the office to what he not so affectionately calls "a teen dance party."  That's when the music is blaring and we're all shaking our butts to some thumpy bass.  And it's loud . . . they are my kids after all.  But I get him on a technicality every time . . . no teens live here.  Sucka.

To say that our tastes in music differ would be an understatement.  Getzy is lucky he's a beefy dude secure in his manhood because I'm about to out him as a "Fanilow" . . . cough, has seen Barry Manilow in concert four times, cough.  He loves the classic rock, the 80's hair bands and the slow jams (think Taylor Dane and Mariah Carey).  Kill me now.  The only music we can really agree on is popular '80's tunes because that stuff rocks!

I always buy the clean version of music on iTunes.  Ok, at least 95% of the time . . . I'm hoping that I have enough music on my account that the kids don't find the other 5% because, well, this . . .
Kyle is like Rainman when it comes to song lyrics . . . he can't remember to brush his teeth, but he can sing any song word, for obnoxious, word.  It drives his siblings nuts because he belts it out like he's recording live.  I find it hysterical and love it when it's just us in the car . . . he doesn't judge the way I sing, and we can both own that business. 
 
Getzy is always trying to turn down the music and frequently reminds me that my bass is too much.  And then I remind him that he's just too old.  I always have a favorite part in every song and have to crank it up for maximum enjoyment . . . my kids at least respect the beast when she's in action.
What I've come to realize is that even though a song doesn't have an "E" for explicit lyrics rating on iTunes, lots of times the content is just not appropriate.  For example . . . Scream by Usher, Whistle by Flo Rida, S & M by Rihanna or Talk Dirty by Jason Derulo . . . these songs are played on the radio people.  Is anyone listening besides me?  That shiz is so not appropriate.  I actually change the channel when the kids are in the car . . . but I turn it UP when I'm alone!  Heeeyyy!
 
I get all disgusted with the content of music today but honestly, when I listen to stuff I rocked it out to as a teen, it was pretty bad then.  How about Let's Talk About Sex by Salt-N-Pepa, I Like Big Butts by Sir Mix-A-Lot or Erotica by Madonna.
 
I'll never forget one time when the whole family was driving through downtown Atlanta at the beginning of a road trip . . . I had downloaded a bunch of new songs, and the car, minus Getzy, was rocking it out to this song . . .      
Ahhh, that bassy beat . . . turn it up and dance in your seat.  Love it, and I swear it did not have an "E" next to it when I downloaded it.  So the rap part starts in the middle and then bam . . . Pitbull drops an f-bomb loud and clear. 

All three kids and Getzy hear this . . . shear panic sets in but luckily I'm quick on my feet.  I turn to Getzy and point my finger at him like I'm giving a state of the union address and practically yell "You're welcome."  I clearly caught him right before he lays into me for "the kind of crap I listen to" preacher from Footloose speech, and he's all like "Say wha?" 

I'm all like "Yeah, that's right.  You're welcome.  I can assure you that our children won't listen to music more naughty than their mother so you can just say thank you because I clearly have my finger on the pulse of music for this generation."  And then I sit there all smug like . . . pretending I'm not feeling terrible for what just happened!  Needless to say, I now screen all my new songs before I play them for the littles. 

Seriously though, music makes life better.  Hearing songs from different times in my life brings back great memories. When I'm feeling sad, I lose myself in music.  And when I'm happy and just need to dance, music makes me feel like I can do anything. 
I'd like to think that when people think of me, they think of music.  I usually bring it with me when I come . . . like literally . . . have speaker, will travel.  And I take it with me when I go . . . because I'm not leaving my cool speaker behind.  I think being a DJ would be such a fun job . . . but who's got time for that?  My friends will just have to suffer with me forcing all my jams on them.
 
Amanda once said that if she wanted to make me sad, she would take away my music . . . she gets me.  And she knows better than to mess with my tunes.  
 
And here's a funny story on a different music note (<---- see what I did there . . . snicker).  Kyle asks me the other day, "Mom, do you know how to beat box?"  While I'd like to think I could make it happen, I answer honestly, "Uh no baby, I don't."  And then he says, "It's easy.  Just say 'boots 'n cats' over and over again."  You know you just did it . . . and were kind of impressed with your bad ass beat boxing skillz.  Word.  Me too.
 
So you don't think I'm too terrible, I'll leave you with a song Getzy and I can both agree on . . . it's sappy, but man, what woman wouldn't want someone to sing this to them?  It makes me feel all gooey. 
And if you need some music recommendations, let me know.  I like to think I'm a professional.     
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Monday, March 17, 2014

Meet "Proud Mary"

There's no better adjective to me than bad ass.  I love it so much.  I mean sure, who doesn't like being called nice, or funny, or smart . . . but calling me bad ass is like having me at hello and I get all melty.  Sometimes you have to do things to get the attention you want . . . to be bad ass.   

So let me introduce you to the newest member of the Getz Family . . . "Proud Mary!"  Here's the story of how she came to be . . . and how she got her name.
Getzy and I are super jelly of our friends that have Jeeps . . . the ones that could actually get around in the snow and get to go trail riding on the weekends.  So we started looking for one for our family . . . and so did our Jeep friends (shout out Jason).
 
We wanted a four door because that equals five seat belts . . . kind of an necessity with the chirren.  Getzy was fine with an automatic, but I called him a name that sounded like a kitty cat and told him it had to be a stick shift or no deal.  We wanted it "ready to ride" . . . as in big tires and already jacked up with a suspension lift.  And finally, I decided I was too old to have to roll up my own windows so I needed a few bells and whistles on the inside.  What that all equals is a Jeep that's hard to find.     

A couple of weekends ago, Getzy and kids went to test drive one that was nearby.  He liked it ok, but saw one he liked even better in the car lot garage.  He asked me to go check it out during the week, so I did.  And I kind of fell in love.
 
We hemmed and hawed about it for a couple of weeks . . . were we making a good choice buying a Jeep?  Here's the song I kept hearing in my head . . . the illustrious words of Eminem were what helped me decide (and this is definitely NOT the clean version:
Just say "eff" it, before you kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke!

Ok, so Eminem and YOLO!  Am I right?  Hell yeah!  So I bought it.  Without telling Getzy.  Boom.  Badassery in action . . . since I don't have a "jay ohh bee" or anything!

I was going for the cool wife award, and I knew Getzy wanted this particular Jeep.  I signed the papers last Wednesday and went to pick it up on Friday with one of my most fun friends ever . . . shout out Cindy!! 
Clearly the sun was shining and the angels were signing!  We took a joy ride around town showing it to my friends . . . who were all in the know about the secret.  Poor Getzy was slaving away at work . . .

Finally, I backed the Jeep into the garage, tied a bow and some balloons to it and shut the door.  The kids were in on the surprise so we all played outside eagerly waiting for Big Daddy to get home.  I predicted a 'one sided turned up lip Elvis style smirk' as his reaction . . . since Getzy is so expressive and all.  I even filmed his reaction when he finally got home . . . he was super cute with a full smile!  I'm pretty sure he was screaming like a girl on the inside!  Clearly I scored major points! 
Thankfully the weather was gorgeous most of the weekend so putting the top back was fun . . . especially for the little Getz'!
We were having a tough time agreeing on a name for the new ride.  Typically Getzy names his new cars by using the first female name he hears in a song on the radio while driving it.  I was bucking tradition because in my head, this was "our" car, not his, since it's the fun third car . . . not for every day driving. 

I suggested Clyde because I always tell the kids, "Let' ride, Clyde!"  Then Getzy thought Frosty was a viable option since he likes frosty beverages, and it's white like frosty snow.  I called stupid on that one.  Then on Saturday, he hears Proud Mary by CCR and says her name is Mary.  I still wasn't sold so we agreed to put it to a vote on Facebook.  The overwhelming majority voted for Proud Mary so alas, she has her name. 
Proud Mary is "trail rated," whatever that means, but I think she's too pretty to get dirty.  The boys seem to think otherwise. 
She's also very pretty on the inside . . . so I'd hate to have to clean the dirt out of there . . . in the end, I guess it wouldn't be me doing the cleaning.  OCD Getzy would be out there with his posse . . . of kids.
So Big Mama thought she'd be all cool and put the top all the way back and run some errands.  Saturday was perfect weather for Jeeping!  Proud Mary was looking amazing and I knew she'd make me look good.  Right?  Maybe not . . .
Picture this . . . and I reiterate that Getzy is a lucky guy.  So this middle age mama has on a baseball cap pulled low to keep my hairs under control.  I had my sunglasses on because duh . . . ain't nobody got time for squinting.  And then I realize how much sun I could possibly get riding in this sucker so I zip my jacket all the way up so it's now like a turtleneck.  It also had those thumb holes so I fully engaged my thumbs for maximum coverage against the sun.  I also had on my black running tights leftover from a track meeting that morning.  Daayyuumm . . . contain your hot mental images.  So to savor the moment, I cranked up inappropriate tunes and just went with it! 

And remember the old lady with a bad knee that insisted we get a stick shift?  Yeah, she's dumb . . . and her knee is sore.  Oh well, I can just get new knees later . . . but family fun has to happen now!!  And I've decided all teenagers need stick shifts anyway . . . you simply cannot text and drive.  Brilliant!

And since I knew Getzy couldn't get mad at me this weekend, look who else rocked it in the Jeep!  Team Ruby!
Here's to fun family memories in the Jeep . . . and enjoying life!  Call me if you need a ride . . .
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Monday, March 10, 2014

Weekend Recap . . . boys and girls

So much going on in our little corner of the world . . . we are moving and shaking and getting it done!  Last weekend Kyle had his last Cub Scout Blue & Gold celebration and his cross over ceremony to Boy Scouts. 

Getzy and I have been Kyle's den leaders for five years . . . so we were super proud for Kyle to earn his Super Achiever Award and equally as excited to be done with Cub Scouts!  Sorry I'm not sorry . . . it'll be so much easier with both boys back together in Boy Scouts. 
Uh, no . . . those are definitely not official scout socks. 
The next day, we attended Kyle's Crossover Ceremony which is when a Cub Scout earns the Arrow of Light award and the right to become a Boy Scout.  The Order of the Arrow, the National Honor Society of Boy Scouts, comes and does an amazing presentation for the scouts.  The flag the boys hung at the ceremony was retired this past weekend at their first camp out . . . so cool.
The smoke out was cool . . . as soon as I could breathe again . . . it was strong!
The best part for the boys is when they are presented their arrows after it's been put near the fire and the flash paper attached goes up in a poof with no trace of how it happened . . . like magic!
The arrow lighting . . . the best part!
And here's to the cool dudes that have been fearless leaders with us on this crazy journey!  As they say, Ghost Patrol out!
I love these guys . . . great leaders for the boys!
And to kick off their Boy Scout career, this past weekend all the menfolk went on a Boy Scout camping trip.  Look at these handsome men . . . these fellows have my heart for sure.  And geez, those boys need haircuts.  
No soda allowed on Scout trips . . . Getzy is getting his fix in before they leave!

I think Kyle was a little nervous about what to expect, but he had a great time. 
This guy . . . I love those freckles. 
And he learned some new things, specifically how NOT to handle a hatchet.  Ryan and another boy were in charge of the wood yard at camp . . . so it was just the two of them when the hatchet slipped and the other boy sliced open his hand.  Uh, eeeewwww.  Poor kid was a champ though . . . he ended up in the ER with 10 stitches and sure taught all the new scouts what not to do when handling sharp objects.  Ryan had to clean up the bloody hatchet and cover the blood on the ground with leaves and dirt.  And that, folks, is real life. 

Oh, and Kyle also learned that wearing pants in the woods is ideal . . . as well as avoiding falling on sharp pine cones.  See Exhibit A . . . points for a cool looking injury though!
Pine cone damage just below knee . . . ouch!
And since life is best expressed in a song, we love this one . . . and it makes me think of my kids and the lifelong friendships I hope they have with each other.
And while the cat's away, the girls will play.  When I asked Amanda what special things she wanted to do this weekend, she had two requests . . . mani/pedis and The Cheesecake Factory. 
My little mini me . . . she keeps me on my toes . . .
and keeps them pretty with her requests!
As a bonus, she got to watch cooking shows in bed with me and sleep in daddy's spot!  Petey was happy to snuggle with her. 

Since daylight savings happened this weekend, here's to more sunshine and warmer weather!
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