I am the MOM and I was here FIRST!

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I am a 44 year old mother of three children and grandmother of one. I am divorced from my children's father whom I share joint physical custody of our youngest two children with. I have been married to my fabulous husband for over 9 near-perfect years. I LOVE this man! He is a wonderful generous, affectionate, tolerant and all forgiving husband. He is also a terrific step-dad/male role model to my kids and an even better grand father to our two year old grand daughter. My oldest daughter attends college to obtain her nursing degree. She has been on her own for over three years now (no longer part of a shared custody arrangement like her brother & sister) My middle daughter is in high school and plays on the freshmen volleyball & soccer teams. She's really creative and talented. My son is in middle school and plays hockey and lacrosse. He is a sweet sensitive boy who still says "I love you Mom" frequently. I work part time running an online ebay store. I have terrific and supportive relationships with my family, friends and of course my kids. I am extremely close to my sister, my Mom and my sister-in-laws. They are my best friends.


Friday, October 12, 2007

Awkward Moments

I was over at The Erin Experiment the other day and she requested awkward moment comments, so I thought I'd repost my comment here too.

So my Mom is in Las Vegas at one of the casinos and she has to use the restroom located on the opposite side from where she is sitting. She walks all the way over there. Mind you, she has a legitimate balance problem and often looks like a drunk while walking. She uses the ladies room, walks all the way back to the machine she was playing at and proceeds to continue (throwing my inheritance away) playing. After a few minutes, she feels as if something is just not feeling right about the waistband of her pants. She reaches behind her back to adjust whatever the heck is annoying her and discovers not ONE, but TWO toilette seat covers hanging out of her waistband, flapping in the wind. My Mother is not anything if she isn't a lady so she discreetly pulls them from her pants (as one would do in this situation), daintily crumbles them into a ball and heads to the nearest trash can, followed by a FAST exit outta there!

I can only wonder what the security surveillance camera operators thought. I'm sure they've seen thousands of victims with the dreaded toilette paper stuck to their shoes, but this? How does one get a toilette seat cover stuck in their pants? But more importantly, why did she need two?

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