Freak Parade

Spring has sprung around the Freak Parade parts. I have been neglecting the old blog for things like sunshine, picnics, and playing in the hose. No, I’m not kidding. It has been in the 80’s (even 90’s). Aside from having to view my pasty, white, doughy thighs in shorts, and witnessing up close my desperate need for a pedicure, it has been a good thing. We have taken the homeschool lessons outside….which I’m hoping will help with the pasty thigh issue. Since my mind is full of rosebuds, baby birds, bunny rabbits and other fluffy, cute, spring-y type things, I haven’t been able to put the couple of blog-y type things I have wanted to write about into coherent thought yet. As if my blog entries are ever written coherently. So here are a few random thoughts…

The Boy is starting to learn a bit about photography. I figured that since he has so much creativity, but isn’t able to express it well with words, that expressing it through pictures may do the trick. A picture is worth a thousand words, right? Well, I gave him the topic “Spring” and sent him outside with the camera. He brought back some decent stuff, but then there was this one. Holy moly. I told him it looked like it was ready to be framed. He has some more shots on his blog.

The Boy goes to see his therapist (schmerapist) again. He is a lovely man, who really wants to help…but…he is…um…lame. He actually sent The Boy home from the last session with a rubber band around his wrist that he is supposed to flick when he has a negative thought about throwing up. What the? I told him, “Dude, we did that in junior high to stop swearing.” He seemed shocked. Did he think it was some new cutting edge technique he was pioneering? I wonder if he noticed me scrutinizing his degree on the way out. Just checking to make sure it wasn’t the phony one that came with the frame. I will have to write about our foray into progressive relaxation in another post.

The Girl is in another joke telling phase. Cringe. She has not entirely grasped the concept of a good joke yet. She is under the impression that all jokes start out “knock, knock”. The latest one went along these lines:

The Girl: Knock, Knock.

The Husband: Who’s there?

The Girl: Why did the man throw the hot dogs out the window?

The Husband: Um..I don’t know. Why?

The Girl: [Brief pause] I don’t know. You tell me.

Um…Bah dum bum.

Repeat ad infinitum.

If a person should accidentally neglect to type the .wordpress part of this blog address you would end up here. I had no idea.

So that is that. While other bloggers tackle thought-provoking issues, I write drivel. Shrug. But it’s 80 degrees…and my thighs have blinded me and rendered me unable to type properly. That is my story and I’m stickin’ to it.