Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


I'm feeling quite seasoned

I like that word ... seasoned. It implies something that is tasty and valued unlike aged. I mean, wine gets better with age. Some steaks, some cheeses ... but when you say someone is aged, that sounds like elderly. So, I'm seasoned. Achoo! Oops, that was the pepper. Better use a different seasoning.

We went to meet the teachers tonight for my boys. New school for both of them. New program for Pickle and kindergarten for Zoom Zoom. So, I'm feeling a little old for that alone.

Was in the tub and called to Army of Dad: Hey, don't let me forget to get the pencil box for Zoom Zoom out of the pantry. Where is it and I'll get it, he offers. So, I tell him it is the cardboard one with Crayolas all over it in the craft box. You know, the cardboard kind like we had when we were little kids. He sticks his head back in the bathroom and replies with a sly grin "I used a metal one when I was a kid." Yeah, yeah. Back in my day, we had to use cardboard cigar boxes and carry them 10 miles in the snow uphill both ways wearing only sandals. Yeah, yeah, I get it. You're younger than me. Thanks for rubbing it in.

I've only started crying twice about Zoom Zoom starting school in the morning.

Pickle has a tooth growing in up above his baby tooth, so I told him a visit to the dentist is in order. To this, he decided to work that tooth. Army of Dad said to give him two weeks to get it out. Before we were done reading a Scooby Doo bedtime story, the tooth was bleeding. I give it two days max before it is out and the Tooth Fairy is flitting into my house with some Sacagawea golden dollar coins. Sort of a tradition in the Army household. I have a stash of them in my special bank (something I got in a white elephant gift exchange in the sixth grade, if you can believe that one). Another reason to feel old, er, I mean seasoned.


  • At 11:00 PM, August 16, 2004, Blogger Uzz said…

    Well...if you're seasoned then I'm molding:-)I remember the cigar boxes very well...and my Adam 12 lunch box. I also remember that I got to ride my bike to school when I was in second grade and on the days I did not ride it, we would walk home through our "secret trail", which was actually woods that NO child today would be allowed to walk through...strange days indeed...most peculiar momma, wo. (I'm sure you remember that line)

  • At 9:10 AM, August 17, 2004, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    I remember the cigar boxes, the metal lunch boxes and riding my bike to the bait shop up the street so we could fish for crawdads, too. Although I wasn't supposed to go to the bait shop because it was on the highway. Shhh, don't tell my mom. She'll bust my butt - STILL! I do remember the "strange days indeed" song. Now, I'm singing that chorus in my head!


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