CROQUE MONSIEUR "OH BOO"

Photo courtesy Karma Free Cooking.

So, nancson calls home and asks pop to drag out his Croque Monsieur recipe.

I ask pop, "What did your son want?"

"He wanted me to get his ham sammy recipe out."

...oh boo...

BROCCOLI "OH BOO"

Ever since nancson was small he's hated broccoli - the ONLY way he'd eat it was if I put on a pot of homemade cheesy/broccoli soup AND made homemade croutons to drown out the taste.

I got a text from him on 02/16/10:

"Today I braved up and ate some broccoli."

My reply: "Hope it doesn't kill you..."

Him: "It didn't"

Me: "Oh good, because that would mean someone hijacked your phone while you were lying on the floor having the dying broccoli quivers!"

...oh boo...

LOLA BUNNY "OH BOO"

Lola, a Dutch rabbit breed, has been nesting lately - rearranging her surroundings, fluffing her bedding up, looking at the cats kind of funny...

A friend of our son's was over this weekend and has some larger breed bucks who need a girlfriend - I asked him to ask his mother if Lola was too small for any of them. She said it would be fine to breed her with their smallest buck.

Nancson and friend took Lola yesterday to be bred.

When Nancson returned home last night, I asked, "Soooooooooo, did Lola and the buck...you know...get together yet?"

His reply, "Mom, we put her in the cage with him and they bred like rabbits - anything else you need to know?"

...oh boo...

She'll be returning home Wednesday with a funny-bunny look on her face!

01/09/10 "OH BOO"

Zgirl went to the championship homeschool basketball games this afternoon.

We watched "Full Metal Jacket"...just because I'd never seen it before...oh boo...

Built a big salad, steamed some broccoli and made some scalloped potatoes to go with what pop had on the 'cue.

It's served up and nancson asks, "Oh, what's this - gamish corn hens?"

...oh boo...

After supper, pop, in all seriousness says, "I think I'm getting a feeling down here in my...(points to his throat)...philosophical tubes."

...oh boo...

NORM CROSBY - WHERE ARE YOU?!?



Malapropisms Galore!

BLACKBERRY2 "OH BOO"

I set my BB to go off at a particular time at night and to go on at a particular time in the morning. The children ALWAYS send me a message stating, "MADE IT! ILU!" when they get to their destinations each weekday.

We were at the cabin for Thanksgiving and had company the weekend after - everyone was soundly asleep with the exception of two hunters off in the woods (bagged an eight-point buck I might add) when all of a sudden my phone came on, started plinging and vibrating all over by the side of the bed (built up on a wooden platform with storage beneath) - I was startled, sat bolt upright, grabbed the phone and there were two messages from nancson who was, BTW, sound asleep in the upstairs bedroom mere feet from me...

The two messages read, "Mom, could you please go out back and turn the light off in the bathhouse?"

...oh boo...

I'm not a very patient person lately - menopause and all - and have even asked God to please give me a mustache in place of the hotflashes, night sweats and moodiness. It would be the first time in the history of my family ANYBODY grew one...

...oh boo...

So I holler out, "Go out back and turn the light out YOURSELF!" Suddenly all seven people left in the cabin were awake...

HAUTE CUISINE "OH BOO"

Our son LOVVVVVVVVVVVVES to cook and is always preparing some delightful treat from other countries - mostly France. He's always experimenting with something new and we reap the benefits.

He decide a couple of weeks ago that he wanted to try his hand at "Creme Brulee" so purchased all the necessary equipment - we get a kick out of a friend of ours who wants to name their first child "Ramekin"!

The first time out on the brulee we were quite surprised at how it turned out, so he kept making it night after night - adding this and that - chocolate - nutmeg, etc.

Last night he was telling pop, "I call the chocolate brulee "Creme Brulee du Chocolat"!" (He is an International Business major with a minor in language in college and converses easily in a couple of languages.)

Pop replied, "I call it chocolate puddin'!"

...oh boo...

ENGARDE "OH BOO"

...oh boo...

TRIVIAL PURSUIT "OH BOO"

here a while back...12/31/07 to be exact...

nancpop and nancson were having a rousing game of "TRIVIAL PURSUIT" - they use me to answer the questions when they don't know the answers as i'm a trivia buff - one who knows a little about many things and more often than not, one who doesn't know EVERYTHING about ANY ONE THING!

son to pop, "what are the names of the tubes that connect the ovaries to the uterus?"

after a moment or so of thought, pop assuredly replies, "THOSE, son, would be the FILIPINO tubes!"

...oh boo...

PRIZEWINNING SQUASH "OH BOO"

pop, "um, son? would you mind picking the garden for me today and concentrate on the green beans and whatever else you see that is ready?"

"sure pop!"

although this is but some of the bounty from our garden, it's not exactly what nancson picked THAT day...




i was up on the patio when i looked down and saw nancson holding the following squash in his hands - i said, "HEY! THAT'S POP'S PRIZEWINNING SQUASH HE WANTS TO ENTER IN THE FAIR IN AUGUST!"

...first oh boo...



nancson got a look on his face like he was about to become supper, turned around, bent over and went to RE-place THE PRIZEWINNING SQUASH back where he'd plucked it from the vine and said, "pop'll never notice!"

...second oh boo...

"son - how much more do you think it will grow if you just set it back down in the vine?"

...standing ovation oh boo...

PINK RIBBON "OH BOO"

today, while checking out at the grocery store - i noticed the above alternative to the plastic bags and told the checker that i would have two - one is black, the other a dark pink. quite sturdy i might add.

when i returned home, nancpop and nancson unloaded the car and when nancson noticed the new grocery bags, he somberly stated, "oh, i see it's breast awareness month again."

...oh boo...

"OH BOO" BURR

here awhile back...

i hot glued one of these small burrs to a love note to nancson, "son, i promise i won't blow one of these into your ear while you're sound asleep. love you, mama"

when he awakened, he brought the note to me and said, "thank you, mama - i ALWAYS tell all my friends what a good mom you are."

...oh boo...

VERBOSITY "OH BOO"

when nancson began making sentences around a year old, there was no stopping him to this day. when he would be sleeping you could actually go into his room and carry on a conversation with him until he awakened and get mad at YOU for talking to him while he'd be sleeping. we stopped doing THAT quite awhile ago.

on long trips, this affliction nancson has - his incessant chattering would make us want to pull over to a rest stop and offer him up to the first deaf family we could find...j/k...

when he and zgirl got old enough to know what money was we decided to give a dollar or so to whichever could stay quiet the longest on some of our longer trips - zgirl would make the zippenzeelippenzee motion across her mouth, sit back in her carseat and be quiet for nine or ten hours.

all the while, nancson would be going on, "i'm going to get that dollar - i'm going to be so quiet you won't hear even a peep out of me - and i'll win that dollar because i'm not going to say a word - nosiree - not one word - why you'll be so surprised at just how quiet i can be, mama - you just watch - see me being quiet? yep - i'm much more quiet than zgirl - just listen to me NOT saying a word!" and, so it would go for two or three hundred miles...

...oh boo...


graphic courtesy rlvdotzcachedotcom.

BAT MITZVAH "OH BOO"

the conversation today (06/08/09) with the children lead to judaism.

nancson and i were discussing "bar mitzvah" and how men have bar mitzvah at the ages of 13 and then may do so again at the age of 80.

at the age of 12 a young girl will have her "bat mitzvah".

nancson, "so then when a woman turns 80 do they call it an "OLD" bat mitzvah?!?

...oh boo...

more on bar and bat mitzvah.

BROKEN FLUTE "OH BOO"

when we married, as a gift we received some champagne flutes and immediately put them into the back of the cupboard or would occasionally use them when having wine that didn't come in a box...hehehe...

a few years ago nancson wanted to start using them for his drinks - juice, tea, water, etc. so after short thought i relented and allowed him to use them - why should they go to waste?

one day he knocked one over on the counter and the bowl broke perfectly in two and the flute now looked more like a boiled egg cup. i called out, "what happened, son?!?" his reply, "don't be mad, mama, but i accidentally broke one of the champagne flutes and you're only going to be able to have a half of a half of a glass of wine in this one! okay?!?"

...oh boo...

...which would be the equivalent of a tablespoon...

NATIONALITY CRISIS "OH BOO"

my husband and his friends are about the best people on the planet to be around. men having fun with men has to be one of the greatest visuals to behold.

he and his friends have special titles of endearment they use for one another - if women did this there'd be a cat fight or worse, but men can call each other ANYTHING and no offense will be taken.

one friend in party cooler and he call each other the very same thing time and again for 20 years. our little goofy guy, nancson, grew up hearing this banter from the cradle until present.

when nancson was in kindergarten his teacher called me in for a conference. she was concerned with a project the children were given to explain what nationality they were and which side of their families were what.

they were to draw a picture of their family and the teacher would label the mother and father's nationalities - "okay, nancson - what's your mother's nationality?" "she's indian and irish." "and your father's" "he's a hick so i'm an indian/irish/hick!"

...oh boo...

then he went on to argue with her...

...oh boo...

that was kindergarten and in a week he graduates from high school - where did the time go? i want my little indian/irish/hick back...sigh...

ARTSY-FARTSY "OH BOO"

all names within this moment are made up to protect the innocent AND guilty.

yesterday, in one of nancson's honor's classes all the class was admiring previous art work done by other students. and no, it was not an art class.

one in party cooler was a still life of flowers and a couple of others were of barebreasted women.

the young men were all gaga over the barebreasted drawings and paintings, when the teacher, mr. so-and-so stated, "they are so perky!" at which time all the boys, including nancson, began busting up like teenage boys do. mr. so-and-so turned on them and said, "i was speaking of sylvia's flowers!"

...oh boo...

"OH BOO" TEACHER SEX

i've been concerned for the past several years about the spate of female teachers having sexual relations with their students and this morning spoke with nancson about this phenomenon on the way to school.

"son - WHAT do you think about all these teachers having sex with their students?!?"

"mom - i imagine it's the hardest on the homeschooled kidz..."

...oh boo...

ohdang i wish he was shorter, uglier and had no sense of humor...or a personality for that matter!

"OH BOO" Moment 092308

nancson has been waiting and waiting to get his driver's license for months - yesterday he finally got to try out for the team...of licensed drivers.

seven other anxious teens got there ahead of us so it was well over an hour wait - no problem, i had an iced tea and reading material. he came unprepared. sound familiar?

his turn was up and off he went with the officer, me left behind hoping the officer would help him see the err of his driver ways - i said, "not my will, but YOURS BE DONE, LORD!"

twenty minutes later they pull up and i thought to ease the tension i'd go up and jerk the passenger door open and ask officer "j", "ARE YOU OKAY???" he exited the vehicle laughing stating he was fine and that nancson was a very good driver, but he had a difficult time stopping at STOP signs...

i asked him, "what do you mean?" he replied, "your son doesn't seem to take the signs at their word "STOP"!" nancson responded, "well, if there's nobody coming can't i just barely stop and keep on going?" officer "j" snickered and said, "if they DIDN'T want you to stop, the sign would say something like "if you don't see anybody coming go ahead and DON'T stop."

...first oh boo...

we spoke for a moment and the officer told him that if he didn't fix the problem by next week, he'd make him go a month before he'd test him again. point. set. match.

sooooooooo, i get into the passenger side of the vehicle (i do not want to destroy his now fragile psyche) and decide to allow him to drive me home as i'm LMBFTO because of the affirmation the officer has given me AND his father - as soon as my eyes clear through the sound of him saying, "PLEASE STOP LAUGHING AT ME, MOM!" i see DIRECTLY in front of my car a blue and white sign...and i ask, "do you see THAT sign in front of THIS car?" "yeah, mama - that's another thing..."

...oh boo...