Exposé: Call the Mom(b) Squad; she’s going to explode!

Some of us take board games a little too seriously.

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Last Letter card game by ThinkFun

We enjoyed “family game night” on a recent Saturday, during which my older son was inspired to exclaim:

Call the Mom(b) Squad; she’s going to explode!”

I’d like to take this opportunity to reassure everyone that this was not a case where I was worked up about losing. I was quite shocked to discover that I went from great to terrible at the game once we limited players over 12 to specific parts of speech. It is true, however, that I have been known to list imaginary players and ascribe higher point levels to them over my family members in those rare instances when I wasn’t going to win…Board game - 1

I was freaking out about reacting sensibly to the possibility of pieces being lost and/or put away outside of their assigned spots. This little blow up was motivated by OCD more than ego. You can’t be faulted for guessing the latter as it is always a fair possibility as far as my motivations go.

A fine time was had by all. My teen’s favorite part of the evening was, of course, his own clever comment. Now you get to enjoy it, too.

DS1 played only under duress because he’s a teenager now and it isn’t cool to spend time with your family. DS2 begs for a family game night every weekend; the little one also angles to play a really long, involved European type table game every time, or invents games of his own.

Exposé: Sonic storm

You know a storm is intense when its caterwauling drowns out the car stereo, and you’re playing AC/DC.

“Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap!”

The nor’easter isn’t over yet, but today finds it battering me inside of my house instead of my car. I had to wear earplugs to sleep through the periodic BOOM! Shakes that went on all night as the wind swirled and gusted.

DH and I both noticed that this particular weather event seemed to have it in for fences rather than the usual trees and limbs. I also saw two three porta-potties down on different building sites. Ew!

Here’s our own small gift from Mother Nature:nor'easter fence down - 1

I remain grateful that there will be nothing to shovel when this one finishes blowing through, however.

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Snow reaching top of 6 ft privacy fence after storm

Exposé: My son’s moral protractor

Spoken by my younger son today:

“I don’t have a moral compass.

I have a moral protractor!”

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It’s moments like this that make a geek mother smile. Also, the fact that my neon protractor from eighth grade has somehow remained in my possession for thirty years is a point of pride.

Yes, the standard clear model is easier to use, but it’s less massively awesome. Like, totally.

If I were really cool, I’d have a slide rule handy to add to the math tool photo spread. Alas, I’m a product of the pocket calculator age. I did inherit my grandfather’s slide rule cuff links, however, making me capable of geek chic if I wear French cuffs.

The cuff links are purely decorative facsimiles of the venerable manual calculator, of course. That’s the first question everyone asks. Imagine how tiny those logarithm scales would have to be to fit on something that slips through a buttonhole!


Exposé: worst face scenario with an autoimmune condition

A terrible thing happened this morning.

I woke up looking as bad as I’ve been feeling.





*Important note: I felt this way a couple of days ago. The silly wordplay for the title came to me last night, when I scheduled the post. The sentiment resonates over and over again, unfortunately! Thanks for reading.

Exposé: Footpads in our midst

I purchased a useful accessory for my new favorite piece of camping equipment, my Disc-O-Bed Cam-O-Bunk XL bunk bed cots.

Read more about how the Cam-O-Bunk makes camping comfortable again for a camper with arthritis.

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In spite of my familiarity with the product and my thorough knowledge of their intended use, the pedant in me read the label on the box and shouted:

“Oh no! We’ve got footpads in our midst!”

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Merriam Webster clarifies my little joke, though also proves that clever Disc-O-Bed carefully spelled their product’s name “foot pad” instead of “footpad.”

I’d say the second definition would allow for the former in all correctness.

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While I’m unlikely to have the opportunity to take my Cam-O-Bunk XL as far afield as outer space, the purpose of its foot pads is precisely that of NASA’s footpads. Neither of which poses too much risk to passing pedestrians.

Exposé: Gai King wants ewe

Did anyone else watch Force Five in the early 1980’s?

My husband and his best friends did, and now they are binge re-watching them together once a month or so.

DH’s newest fascination is collectible toys from the franchise. He’s not the sort to keep a toy pristine in a box, however. Naturally, he’s been playing with them.

This morning, he ended up in the kitchen, posing Gai King in front of an interesting backdrop (a backlit Rubbermaid Cereal Keeper.) DH conscripted a molded beeswax candle of mine—one shaped like a resting lamb—into his vignette. He snapped a few more photos.

My son, observing from the breakfast table, intoned in his best Uncle Sam impression:

“I want ewe

to eat this sheep!

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And that’s how we got here today.


Exposé: offendages

Discussing his day at school yesterday, my young son described a judo-based maneuver he employed while wrestling with friends:

“First, I grabbed his offendages…”

offendages-venn-diagram.jpgIn the Venn Diagram of physical altercations, I’d say these reside in the intersection between appendages and the offense created by one’s actions.

The kid has a way with words!

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