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Monday, January 5, 2009

Fellow Queens,

The holiday break is over and my spawn return to school tomorrow. I am as happy as a little girl dancing around the Maypole on a splendid spring morning.

I feel a responsibility to get them back into the academic groove so I have created a little multiple choice test to administer tonight after dinner. Let me share.

#1 Write your name at the top of the page. (Automatic 25% off for this omission. You will be amazed at the fact that my high schooler will miss this one. Oh, wait, you won’t be amazed)

#2 When practicing driving with Mom she says, “Stop. Stop. STOP!” You

a) Immediately come to a complete stop, access the situation and await Mom’s sage advice on how to continue.

b) Roll your eyes while you coast into the curb.

c) Figure a new back right tire won’t cost mom and dad that much.

#3 You enter the house and smell something nasty. You

a) rush to the kitchen trash can, find the offending odor (ooh, fish bones from last night’s dinner) and sprint to the outdoor trash with the bag to remove the ugliness.

b) Ignore it hoping your brothers have a more highly developed sense of smell.

c) Hide in your room.

#4 You realize that you left your backpack in your friend’s car on the first day of the break. You

a) Acknowledge that this is your mistake and problem. Call the kid’s parents and arrange a drop off time and place.

b) Pray that there wasn’t a long term assignment due the first day back.

c) Blame anyone else and plan to pretend vomit in the morning to buy some time.

So....how did they do?

Gotta go and get my dancing shoes on!

Reign On!

Queen Linda

How It All Began

It was July 2001. I was lying there on the exam table in the oh-so fashionable paper dress -- expanding belly exposed with cold goop on it. The sono tech glided over me as hubby looked on. They read the screen. I read them.

Suddenly they both jumped. "Did you see that?" she asked. "I saw something but I don't know what it was," Hubby said. "We call that proof it's a boy." she said. Life without girls in my home was a certainty.

So what was it exactly that made me realize that I needed support from my boys-only sisters? Perhaps it was when I told my oldest for the millionth time that his athletic cup did not belong on coffee table. Or possibly when the 5 year old started a roly poly collection in his underwear drawer? Or could it have been when the baby mastered the art of projectile spewing with a mouthful of peas? Oh, who knows! It happened!

The Road to Royalty

I can spot moms of boys a mile away. I can smell it on them. It's a certain twinkle, a smile that has something behind it. A particular glimmer that let's you know that she has the Dean's office, an orthopedic surgeon and a plumber on speed dial. I love my fellow Queens almost as much as my boys. You will too. So, regal moms of boys, let's get started on your Road to Royalty!