8 Things Your Child Says or Does that You Know He/She Got From You

In keeping with my weekly "8 Things" posts regarding Lilly, her "isms", and being 8 years old, I bring you: 8 Things Your Child Says or Does that You KNOW He/She Got From You.

1) Lilly asked why I had wrinkly pants, I told her, "I'm too lazy to iron them maybe, I don't know".  When asked why she had dirty laundry on the floor and not in the hamper several hours later she replied, "Maybe because I'm too lazy to throw them in the hamper, I don't know."

2) While watching the littles the other night, Em told a little white lie about showering - Lilly looked at her, cocked her head, and asked, "Really Em?  Really?"

3) While walking from the car to the house after school, she tripped dropping her backpack, drink, and cell phone (We'll discuss that later, its not important right now).  She threw her hands and face in the air and growls, "Ugh!  Seriously? I just wanna get in the house!"

4) Put on any form of music and watch my child dance...then watch me....same same. But, its not this bad:

5)  ....I forgot what I was saying......Juuuusssttt liiiikkkkeeee Lilly does......

6) "Yes Mama, I'll eat that if you pack it in my lunch. I promise."............6 hours later, "Lilly, why didn't you eat the ____?"  "I don't like that."   ((Same week Gram asked what I wanted on my sandwich - tomatoes?, sure.  I picked them off.  Gram asked "Why didn't you eat the tomatoes?"  I don't like them.))

7) Lilly has more "boyfriends" than she does "girlfriends".  I honestly have NO IDEA where she got that.......eh hm......ahhhh.....moving on......

8) Everyone knows my dog's behavior isn't perfect.....well, so does Lilly.  When the dog kept jumping on and off the bed and then finally knocked her jaw on the edge of the bed, Lilly looked at her and said, "Well, numb nuts, that's what ya get."

And with that, I wish you all, Good-night!

How I Spent My Saturday Night

So most of you have caught the Facebook status updates but, in case you didn't, I'm going to tell you all about my weekend in Cougar Town.  LOL....okay, it definitely sounds better to me because I was there, but man, the stories are just too funny not to share.

Saturday evening was a dinner fundraiser for Cam's baseball team, the CT Capitals.  It was held in Glastonbury at the Irish American hall...kind of like the Polish club but, well, Irish.  In any event, we discovered last minute (thank God we found it out too) that it was a "casual" event.  Well, apparently a few in attendance missed that memo.  Some of the outfits these women were wearing were incredible.  Picture this dress:

On any one of these bodies:

Okay, so maybe not that bad......  That's who was dining and dancing with us Saturday night.  You see, SOME of the guests were parents of the players.  The MAJORITY were people who bought tickets at $50 a hit to attend.  There were at least 60 people there who didn't even have kids much less ever watched a 12U baseball game....ever.  Oh, and did I mention there was open bar....all night?????  EXCELLENT!  Let's get these cougars DRUNK!  The average age of the women in attendance was about 45.  More makeup, hair product, and plastic was there than woman.  They were throwing drinks back like they were water, hardly eating (gotta keep up the girlish figure), and then...the band started.  Man oh man.  The band was Major Motion and the lead singer made it look as though he wanted to.......well.....ya know....every broad in the room.  And trust me, every broad in the room was eating this up.  Well, in between sets the DJ played Latin music.  Why? I don't know.  But the cougars LOVED this.  They were out there swaying their fat asses like it was their job.....thank HEAVENS it wasn't.  {{insert vomit sound here}}  It was horrible.  At the end of the night, there was one women, who came alone, and nobody claimed to know....dancing all by herself on the dance floor.  Now, in order to appreciate this I need to do a visual....{the comments I post next are not intended to judge, make fun of, or disrespect people with special needs in anyway and therefore, I apologize ahead of time if it does}  Picture if you will, a heavyset 40 something, hair in a 1980's banana clip - most of which has fallen out of the clip, stained pants from a spilled drink, and black Sketchers Shape Ups....   Now, give this woman CP (I know...I'm sorry....truly, truly sorry) aaannnnddddd cue the music.  It looked like she was having a friggin seizure.  And because no one knew her, or claimed to know her, no one stopped her...allllllll night.  So Frankenstein-the-woman proceeded to dance her heart out.  Finally, at the end of the night, someone saw her home. God bless her.  We left after the raffle....thoroughly entertained.  Well worth the $50.  Well worth it.