The Quiet Game

Have you ever played "The Quiet Game" with your kids? You know, where have them be quiet and the first one to make a sound is out! Well tonight, there was noise as usual. What else can there be with three pre-teen girls and a tweener girl??? We watched the much anticipated cross over of three of the favorite Disney shows. They were quiet (except when laughing in the appropriate places)through out the show's entirety. Since the show ran 90 minutes, that is saying something! After it was over the TV was turned off and the giggling began. Hmmmmm....how can we get back that quiet atmosphere. I know! The quiet game.

"Let's play the quiet game!" I say.
"What will we win?" I am asked with a sly grin. Hmmmm..."Well let's play and you will find out." I can be quick sometimes. Kristin leaves room after I start making faces at the four of them. I deem her disqualified. Knowing she is out, she comes back talking. She says, "You said I was disqualified. " Emily is already cackling at this point. So that leaves my "extras." My extras are my girls I watch Mon through Friday. They are twins and happen to be Kristin's BFF's. Oh they have played this one many times. I made faces only to be stared back at by one, while the other covered her eyes so she couldn't see me. This went on and on for several minutes. It was indeed very quiet. Kristin sat next to me and I asked quietly who their crushes were. They both have a fondness for Nick Jonas.
"I am going to get a picture of Nick Jonas,"I began."And I am going to give him a mustache." Some smirking begins. "Then I will draw glasses on his face"A hand over a mouth. "I will add devil's horn's....and big ZIT right on his nose!" The one who I thought would not break said, "I give up!" HAHAHA. So what was the prize???? A funky makeover on me! What kinds of cool things have you done for your kiddos?

The Chronicles of Lourie

I could actually call this one, The Chronicles of Lourie's Kids. This one was 4 years ago when I was pregnant with Ryan. We knew were having a boy so I know I was close to the end. He wouldn't give up his identity for a long time! Luckily for me, I was so OLD (35 when I would deliver) that insurance insisted on upon regular 4D ultra-sounds. Well twist my arm why don't you! Those are awesome by the way! Well one day as our family was off somewhere, we were talking about the kinds of things we would teach this new addition to the family.

Daddy said he would teach him to treat all girls like a lady, but remember they are equals.
I said I would teach him to show his soft side.
Kristin said she would teach him to be kind to others.
Now it was Emily's turn. She very proudly said, "I am going to teach him how to burp!" A talent she had recently acquired and taught herself! She emphasized her point by belching loudly. And it has come to pass. Ryan is proudly demonstrating his talent as taught by sister. Ahhh siblings. They rock don't they? This post was inspired by this one.

The Chronicles of Lourie

One of the blogs I follow--Emmy Mom--has challenged her readers to confess childhood games and or celebrity crushes. Oh the tales I could tell! Where do I begin??? Do I start with days spent pretending to be Jamie Somers...
I remember my sister and I doing our "death defying leaps" off of our fences, one of which was all of two feet high and the other might have been 3 and a half feet high. Or perhaps we ran in slow motion. I certainly remember raking my fingers through my hair just she did, and of course tucking my hair behind my bionic ear so I could listen to what the bad guys were saying and then I could thwart their evil plan!! Hmmmm I also remember Wonder Woman.

My sister and I went as far as to make belts, bracelets, tiarras and magic lassos. We would spin around in a "hidden" place just like she did. And suddenly we were transformed into Wonder Woman! How about I Dream of Jeannie???
Sure she wore a skimpy outfit and called her man, "Master" but don't let that fool you. If Tony ever did anything to upset her she would simply blink and he would be punished! So me and my sister put this fancy glass champagne bottle that my parents had--why???--who knows!---on a shelf and that was our Jeannie bottle. We laid cots around the living room with pillows and blankets to match the interior of her bottle. We would blink up all sorts of trouble just like Jeannie. I don't remember making a costume for this game. Although, I was Jeannie for Halloween when I was 16.

Now who adorned my walls? Well let see...it started with the late Michael Jackson. I really liked him once upon a time. Think Thriller. I moved onto the likes of Duran! Duran! with a particular fondness to Simon. I also had a thing for Rick Springfield and John Stamos. My best friend's uncle and he were best friends in his GH days. Why did I never ask to me him! Yeesh! But one day all that would change. It would change when I would stare up into the big screen and into the brownest, biggest puppy dog eyes I ever laid my eyes upon. He was soooo cute--to me. Boyish and had a hint of rebel in each character he played. Some more than others. His face was literally all over my walls. There was little or no space without his face! My mom even has a picture of me somewhere standing next to my shrine. It was none other than,
Ralph Macchio.

Sigh...he still makes my heart go pitter-pat. And nothing would ever replace him....until....1986...when MTV--still a music network--ran 48 hours of a past TV show. My brother and sister insisted watching. Being a whiny teen, I was determined to hate it. And it was easy. What a stupid show. A bunch of guys being chased by a bunch of girls. And later, when I bothered to see if it was still what they were watching--and it was...GROSS---it was just concert footage. What could possibly keep them so glued to the set. It was absolutely boring! How lame! What my stubborn mind didn't realize, is that a couple of weeks down the road, I would be sucked into their world. Hey, Hey, they're the MONKEES. And this show is kind of fun. And that English guy is kind of cute. Later I was more into the drummer. He was, in my mind make-you-melt-like-butter. He sang beautifully and had the best smile. Micky. Ahhh. Micky. I was hooked and soon their 4 faces were what lived on my walls. I saw them in 87, 89(4times) and in 2001. They delivered each time. I hated how people rediculed them--and still do--saying they didn't play their own instruments. Well...without going into a huge rant...they most definitely did. I have seen them paly up close and personal and you can't fake that. I know I drove my mother crazy with all my Ralph Macchio trivia and my hours and hours of Monkee music and shows. She was a trooper for sure! It's now my turn with Jonas Brothers and the like. It's a right of passage!
Micky Dolenz, Mike Nesmith, Peter Tork, and Davy Jones....little trivia on each of them...
Micky auditioned for the role of Arthur "The Fonz" Fonzerelli.
Mike Nesmith's mother invented white out
Peter Tork plays several instruments and was quite accomplished before the Monkees began
Davy Jones was a jockey in England, but was actually too tall for it. (he's 5'3" in boots)
I know this was long, but I just couldn't pick ONE thing.