Nature is for the birds!!

Let me preface this with, I don't always have the brightest ideas. Today was one of those times.

A good friend called me up and invited me and Jude to go on a nature walk at a local overlook scenic location called Mt. Bonnell. It's beautiful there and without hesitation, I said, "sure, we'll go."

Me=dumb

I completely forgot that the high today is 35F and for a southern TX girl, that's too cold to do much of anything, much less a self imposed nature walk. Of course, Jude was having a ball and didn't want to leave even though 10 minutes into, I was ready to bail.

I didn't dress appropriately for it at all because being cute seemed more important to me at the moment. Yes again...

Me=dumb

At least now I have a bottle of wine and red beans and rice to warm me up.

Movies chosen by a kid

If I have to watch The Power Rangers movie, Transformers, or Teen Titans one more time, I might spork my eyes out. Seriously.

"No, son, I do not care how they morphed or turned someone into ooze. It does not appeal to me. Yes, I have seen it before. We watched it last week. For the millionth time."

That is all.

Speaking of batteries

My car battery died today. That's twice in as many months, so I decided to replace it. I called up the ex and after a few heated words, he agreed to come over and help. I'm still not sure why he offers to help at times when he is feeling generous, but when I am forced to take him up on that offer, he bitches and moans, but I digress...

So he came over after my sweet, dear friend, Maleah came to jump my car, with new battery in hand and installed it for me. Of course, I had spaghetti and meatballs ready to serve when he arrived, so he didn't have to work on an empty stomach since I so generously shared.

Now my car runs better and I have a way to take the juvenile delinquent in training to the hospital if the need should arise.

Speaking of which, I must get him out of the tub...

Recharging the batteries

Jude's too old for naps now really, but I still make him take one hour of rest time to "recharge the old batteries." It's not for him really, it's more like for me; so I can eat some chocolate without him knowing, watch one episode of Big Love, Weeds, The Tudors, or True Blood (depending on what series I have netflixed for the week), or possibly just go to the bathroom in peace. I guess in a sense it is for him too. If I don't get that break, he might not like how I treat him later that day. I'm already the "mean" mommy half of the weekend because I refuse to let him eat pudding for breakfast. Maybe I should just let him eat it...

Resiliency to new things

So Jude is signed up for soccer for the first time. This is a big deal. I want him to be in to sports like I was, his dad...well...not so much, but has decided to support my decision to sign him up. Jude was a bit resilient at first to the idea since he really doesn't know how to play it and the word "team" was overwhelming, I think.

Jude: But I don't know how to play so I don't want to be on the team.
Me: That's ok. The coach teaches you how to play.
Jude: Well good luck with that!
Me: I'm sure you will do wonderful. You just have to try.
Jude: I guess this is what you call a challenge.

See guys? He's smarter than me. I'm doomed.

So, off to Academy we go this afternoon. We must get him outfitted in the latest soccer styles. Since I don't have a daughter, I have to take advantage of these opportunities to shop for a boy and get the coolest cleats, shin pads and knee socks on the market.

Don't laugh at me. I have to get my kicks where I can.

And he farts..

constantly. It's never ending. He giggles hysterically as he does it. Boys. *le sigh* Does it ever end? Something tells me it doesn't.

My first post

I'm not really sure what I even want to say. I'm Julie. Most call me Jules. I'm a single mom of one very crazy and off the wall, almost 5 year old little boy. His name is Jude; aka Stinkbutt, Doodlebug, Boogerbutt, Buggaboo; you get the picture. Poor child will answer to most anything.

He's pretty much my world. We have been through a lot over the last 4.5 years together, but still going strong and loving it all. In fact, he's demanding my attention right now to show me his playdoh mess. A pile of *cheese* he tells me. Stay tuned...

...Oh yeah, definitely a pile of cheese...