In all of our married life, Mike and I have taken MANY MANY road trips. On most occasions, I am the driver and this is for two main reasons - Mike drives WAY too slow for me AND he is always working or reading on the road.
However, like MOST of our road trips, Mike always gets side-tracked with my music. He loves to play this game: "What's the name of this song" to which I reply "I don't know, I need more than just one note"; "Who sings/sang it" and yes he means originally, to which I reply "You mean this is NOT the original"; "What album is it on" and on this I have NO earthly idea; and sometimes even "Who wrote it" and again I have no earthly idea.
We were driving to Alva, OK and back last week. One the way there, Mike played his games about my music. About 30 minutes outside of Alva Mike decided to give me a break (this after over 30 years of marriage). He told me he would not ask me any more music questions, he would just TELL me the music trivia.
Three hours, and a nice lunch with his sister, later we are driving home. Probably 10 minutes outside of Alva, the radio is playing a song and he states "JUST in case you wanted to guess, WHO this is, WHO would you guess?". Of course I KNEW this had a double meaning:
1) He is NEVER going to give up on this game OR me!
2) He is almost ALWAYS going to give me a hint one way or another in his game - yes the song was sang by the Guess Who.
I sure love Mike!
Until later
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Mike, Me, & McDonalds
It is my firm belief that EVERY grandparent should take their grandkids to McDonalds. SO, Mike and I did just that! Last Saturday we loaded up the boys and left for every childs dreamland - McDonalds!!!! KEEP in mind that Baylem is now 2 and Brooks is now 1. Baylem is running and Brooks is barely walking.
Now, I will admit that I do not frequent McDonalds and I haven't for YEARS. There is the occasional drive thru breakfast or coffee. But being of sound mind and body - I prefer MANY other places to eat - most are NOT fast food. BUT this day was special. It was for the grandsons!
McDonalds was actually a busy place on Saturday night. We arrived at about 6:15, along with about a million other kids. Mike stood in the LONG line to order the food and I took the boys to the McDonalds indoor playground. We got through the door and off Baylem runs. I am SO grateful that I am carrying Brooks or he would have been gone too! I sat Brooks in front of a toy and he stood to play. Baylem of course had found two little girls to play with so he was climbing up the slide, and doing the normal "kid stuff" that you do at McDonalds.
I listened to a small child, about Baylem's size but maybe a little older than him crying to his mom and pointing to where Baylem and Brooks were having such fun. The mother, who I might add was sitting INSIDE the play zone, says "you can't play you are too young" and "if you don't quit crying we have to leave". After ten minutes, she does so. My thoughts...... why bring a little boy to a place you feel they are too young to play and then punish them because they want to!!!!! What a mom.
Mike brought the food FINALLY. Neither Brooks or Baylem had time to eat. The little girls left and much to my surprise - McDonalds Play Ground became a WAR ZONE! The cute little girls were replaced by KIDS. Those kids were running wild. Up and down, in and out. Baylem ran as fast as he could to keep up, but his little legs had all sorts of problems doing so. Brooks crawled back and forth, in and out, following Baylem as best he could.
Two older girls replaced the two small girls. They were throwing Easter eggs (I assume had been given in their Happy Meal) off the top of one of the toys! One actually HIT me and rolled under some big structure never to be seen again. I was SO relieved. The HUGE boys that Brooks and Baylem were following had decided to go up the slide BACKWARDS no less. Brooks thought that was the best thing ever - until those big boys came back down and hit him. Baylem was running and climbing at a fast pace to keep up - all the way to the top where he got promptly terrified because those boys he was following had disappeared. Mike had to "talk him down" to the ground.
The bratty little girls came to tell their great-grandma (she was MUCH too old to be a grandma and no way a mom) that "those little boys are in our way and they have shoes on". Of course she was speaking of MY grandsons. Great grandma's reply "well, some people can't read the signs". I wanted to tell that lady ... "Excuse me. Mike and I BOTH have college educations - his much higher than mine - and we CAN read the signs. They are 1 and 2 for heaven's sakes and I don't want them going barefooted in that germ infested warzone". But for once I was nice and kept my mouth shut. I was not quite sure what sign she was speaking of, but that did not matter at this point in my McDonald's experience.
Then the MONSTER boys came to report to mom that "those two little boys are in our way and they aren't even supposed to be here". Boy! Of all the nerve! Mom's reply "they will get tired soon and leave". Of course she was right. By this time Mike and I were about exhausted - up and down to chase after Brooks and Baylem. Getting them off the slide - they were still trying to crawl up backwards, getting them out of another thing because the "big boys" had taken over and it was probably going to result in some kind of mishap! I told Mike that I was ready to surrender. Lets just take them to our house where the toys are safe, there's no complaining, and we have a "play land" which no BIG BRATS can take over. Mike agreed that was a great idea.
I was cleaning up the mess (actually packing up the food our boys were too busy to eat but probably would at home) and Mike was chasing the boys down. I turned and saw THE SIGN. It basically read.
RULES: 1) No shoes but must wear socks. (bratty girl was right. UGH) 2) Ages 3 to 12 ONLY. (UGH. Monster boys were right - not to mention mom with screaming kid). I didn't read the rest of the rules!
I will be writting to the McDonalds Corp. about this - they need a smaller play ground for my grandsons!!!!!
Until next time!
Now, I will admit that I do not frequent McDonalds and I haven't for YEARS. There is the occasional drive thru breakfast or coffee. But being of sound mind and body - I prefer MANY other places to eat - most are NOT fast food. BUT this day was special. It was for the grandsons!
McDonalds was actually a busy place on Saturday night. We arrived at about 6:15, along with about a million other kids. Mike stood in the LONG line to order the food and I took the boys to the McDonalds indoor playground. We got through the door and off Baylem runs. I am SO grateful that I am carrying Brooks or he would have been gone too! I sat Brooks in front of a toy and he stood to play. Baylem of course had found two little girls to play with so he was climbing up the slide, and doing the normal "kid stuff" that you do at McDonalds.
I listened to a small child, about Baylem's size but maybe a little older than him crying to his mom and pointing to where Baylem and Brooks were having such fun. The mother, who I might add was sitting INSIDE the play zone, says "you can't play you are too young" and "if you don't quit crying we have to leave". After ten minutes, she does so. My thoughts...... why bring a little boy to a place you feel they are too young to play and then punish them because they want to!!!!! What a mom.
Mike brought the food FINALLY. Neither Brooks or Baylem had time to eat. The little girls left and much to my surprise - McDonalds Play Ground became a WAR ZONE! The cute little girls were replaced by KIDS. Those kids were running wild. Up and down, in and out. Baylem ran as fast as he could to keep up, but his little legs had all sorts of problems doing so. Brooks crawled back and forth, in and out, following Baylem as best he could.
Two older girls replaced the two small girls. They were throwing Easter eggs (I assume had been given in their Happy Meal) off the top of one of the toys! One actually HIT me and rolled under some big structure never to be seen again. I was SO relieved. The HUGE boys that Brooks and Baylem were following had decided to go up the slide BACKWARDS no less. Brooks thought that was the best thing ever - until those big boys came back down and hit him. Baylem was running and climbing at a fast pace to keep up - all the way to the top where he got promptly terrified because those boys he was following had disappeared. Mike had to "talk him down" to the ground.
The bratty little girls came to tell their great-grandma (she was MUCH too old to be a grandma and no way a mom) that "those little boys are in our way and they have shoes on". Of course she was speaking of MY grandsons. Great grandma's reply "well, some people can't read the signs". I wanted to tell that lady ... "Excuse me. Mike and I BOTH have college educations - his much higher than mine - and we CAN read the signs. They are 1 and 2 for heaven's sakes and I don't want them going barefooted in that germ infested warzone". But for once I was nice and kept my mouth shut. I was not quite sure what sign she was speaking of, but that did not matter at this point in my McDonald's experience.
Then the MONSTER boys came to report to mom that "those two little boys are in our way and they aren't even supposed to be here". Boy! Of all the nerve! Mom's reply "they will get tired soon and leave". Of course she was right. By this time Mike and I were about exhausted - up and down to chase after Brooks and Baylem. Getting them off the slide - they were still trying to crawl up backwards, getting them out of another thing because the "big boys" had taken over and it was probably going to result in some kind of mishap! I told Mike that I was ready to surrender. Lets just take them to our house where the toys are safe, there's no complaining, and we have a "play land" which no BIG BRATS can take over. Mike agreed that was a great idea.
I was cleaning up the mess (actually packing up the food our boys were too busy to eat but probably would at home) and Mike was chasing the boys down. I turned and saw THE SIGN. It basically read.
RULES: 1) No shoes but must wear socks. (bratty girl was right. UGH) 2) Ages 3 to 12 ONLY. (UGH. Monster boys were right - not to mention mom with screaming kid). I didn't read the rest of the rules!
I will be writting to the McDonalds Corp. about this - they need a smaller play ground for my grandsons!!!!!
Until next time!
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