I like to keep my life pretty
compartmentalized, right down to my friends. These are "
The Chicks". We live all over the nation, but manage to get together every once in a while. Thanks to the modern miracle called the
Internet we get to chat often. There is usually
hijinks and hilarity involved and it's like an episode of
Beavis and
Butthead meets Sex in the City.
And just like all my friends, they have nicknames to... adding further insult to the fact that I only have the nickname of Pee Pee bestowed on me by Stef, after I begged for a nickname. From left to right: Bubele,
Bling, Mo, K,
Yaki, & Tingle. Missing from the pic is:
Kerrtucky,
Michelley, & Bay (who lives by me, and is a real pal, I even let her mix into other compartments of my life! She has no idea how lucky or rare that is.)
We got together for a fundraising event that one of "the chicks" was organizing. It was a
scrapbooking event. Did you just fall over? Yeah, I totally went to a scrapbook event... and I even have my own
rolly-tote, thanks to Mr. Man. However, I basically just waved deco scissors in the air and pretended that I was working on a masterpiece. But I looked good and super officially doing it..
We also got together at Disneyland and I brought along the J
r. chick. And without her pesky brother, she got to go on the scary rides that he won't go on.
And Mo sent home Mickey Mouse cupcakes for the kiddos. They inhaled them. I still crack up that Mr. Boy closes his eyes when he eats really good food. It is like he savors every bite so much he has to shut off his other senses. He might have some potential to be a food
connoisseur.
Send them to school with cheese sandwiches that have the plastic wrapper still on the cheese slice. They didn't even tell me, I just found their sandwiches with just one bite taken out of them still in their lunchbox. I can just imagine them sitting at their little tables during Lunch and looking at each other and saying... "She's a little nutty, that mother of ours"
Even the dogs wait patiently... everyone is excited and in a good mood. 
He arrives!
There are hugs and kisses...
"Oh Hello Skoop-ti-doo" with a scratch behind the ears
Even Skoopi thinks "T.G.I.F. and he is HOME!"
Every week I get to watch my precious and genius Five Year Old ascend the steps to Higher Education.
Where he takes a class at Pepperdine University, making him a real life Doogie Howser. And you know all those mummy's who are constantly making you feel like a loser because you were neglectful by not putting your child into Baby Bach classes or the mega expensive sports league, or tell you that your child is going to grow up to be a babbling imbecile because you work, or can't bake a decent cupcake.... 
Whaddaya think of me now? Yeah! Take that!
The leprechauns have come to visit and cause mischief. Last Year they stole our bowls and left us leprchaun sized bowls. This year, they left footprints, and drew on our walls. They stole our bowls, and cups... leaving only the green ones behind. Next year, Mr. Boy wants to create an elaborate trap.
We made clover shaped cookies to go with our corned beef and cabbage dinner. Lunches are green food with a shamrock sandwich. It's quickly becoming one of my favorite holidays, no gifts, just good food, frivolity, and family. 
Happy St. Patricks Day!
When Mr. Boy was two, he asked to wear his "Relaxipants (tm)". That was his term for his favorite pair of comfy pants, and it's stuck. Mr. Boy is passionate about Relaxipants (tm) and puts them on every chance he gets. He has s a list of criteria a mile long for a good solid pair of Relaxipants(tm). One day, I will manufacture a whole line of Relaxipants (tm). After all... It's a fantastic term for fantastic pants.
We also got together at Disneyland and I brought along the Jr. chick. And without her pesky brother, she got to go on the scary rides that he won't go on.
Just in case anyone needed some photographic evidence of such... Here is AK's little shoebox of a closet crammed full of dresses. I'm really hoping the next house has a couple of giant closets, one for me, another for my beloved shoes, and one for AK. I think Mr. Man & Mr. Boy can share some hall cupboard somewhere...
