March 17, 2007


Hey. We live. Quite well and free, I might add. Fabulous, perfect, beyond my wildest dreams vacation with the kids. I plan on inundating you with pics very soon, I got quite a few dandies.

But I'm exhausted. 2794 miles without incident. FINALLY got pulled over tonight 10 miles from home. He was cute and he pulled me over so fast, from the opposite direction, across the median, kicking up dirt dukes of hazzard style. Dang, my heart was racing, my hands shaking, voice quaking. It was like the grand finale or something. He clocked me at 86 and let me go with a warning. Don't tell me my copsucker charms aren't working. Seriously, now.

But while I go and decheeto my car, I leave you with a new beauty I found just tonight. This really needs to be a new segment, perhaps "backin' bou" or something? You know, for that black and blue feeling that comes with raising boys? What do y'all think?

Three was a magic number, but according to the Alleymeistah life would really be dreamy if it were just us two. Enjoy! Translation to follow after the pic:

scary alex story at school about family.jpg

This is my family in this picsher it shows me me cutting my burothers arm (off).

Sweet, huh. At least the only blood was on the chainsaw. Teacher just sent it home in the folder, another day, another scary assed kinder story. That's just how it goes.

Y'all be well, and see you soon.

Posted by shoe at March 17, 2007 07:42 PM | TrackBack

I'll see you next Saturday!

Posted by: Denny at March 18, 2007 07:38 PM

"Don't tell me my copsucker charms aren't working"

*blink blink*

a little openly admitting it today, aren't we? I mean, was this in front of the kids as well? Who was playing the cheesy bass riffs for the background music? I mean, I have seen several versions of this video... purely for research...

Posted by: RSM at March 18, 2007 07:53 PM

Just be glad to be among the survivors of Alex's perfect world. When our oldest son Andy was eight, he visited cousins (my brother Roy's family) in the Upper Penninsula of Michigan one Christmas. Being in a winter wonderland among his favorite people, our boy had a marvelous time. After Andy came home he inquired of my wife Joyce, "What would happen to me if both you and Dad died?"

Joyce reassured him, "Don't worry, that won't happen, but if it did, you'd go live with Uncle Roy."

Andy retorted, "Yessss!"

Just to be on the safe side, we started locking the bedroom door at night.

Posted by: Bob at March 18, 2007 08:42 PM

denny-can't wait!

rsm-true was playing bow chicka bow wow in the backseat, does that count? and when we pulled away alex said, "was he cute?" i have created monsters.

bob-something about friends close and enemies closer. they plot a lot, i'm not sure i'm safe.

Posted by: shoe at March 19, 2007 12:05 PM

I don't suppose you used the excuse of a car sick child? LOL Troopah said that was the one he let go the other day...

Posted by: LauraN at March 19, 2007 11:03 PM

laura - honesty is the best policy. he could tell by my address and the disney/toys/trash neck deep in the car that i was being honest, just anxious to get home. i didn't lie even a little!

he even said, "well, y'all at least had a good time at disney, right?" very sweet. and if he's your trooper, congrats, cause he was one hot cop.

Posted by: shoe at March 20, 2007 07:34 AM

Did you get his number at least?

Also, I see very few "chick flicks" in that boy's future. He's all action, all the time.

Posted by: RedNeck at March 20, 2007 08:41 PM