Laughing Out Loud

Throughout the day, my kids and I often communicate via text messaging. Most recently my kids brought it to my attention that my text message laugh "hehehe" is Geeky.

Although a bit offended by this criticism, I demo'd this laugh for them in person by placing my hand over my mouth, squinting my eyes and giving my best geeky laugh "hehehe".

It's meant to be geeky, I explained.

Just consider the options:
hehehe (my laugh of choice)
Hardy har har (too masculine. . .sounds like a pirate)
hahaha (not really my style)
hohoho (Santa laughing?!?)
LOL (Laughing out loud. . .too commonly used)
LMBO (Laughing my butt off. . .no one would get it. . .except my friend Dottie and I)
LMAO (Laughing my a** off. . .not appropriate)
LMFAO (Laughing my F-ing a** off. . . soooo not appropriate)

I think for now, I'll stick to my geeky laugh. . but if you have any suggestions for a cooler text laugh, please leave them in the comment section of this blog.
Thnx ♥

Paletero

I never carry cash. . . I wish my Paletero took credit cards!

Why you shouldn't ask me for directions

Recently, my husband and I have been casually looking around at various properties as we would really like a little more "living space".

We occasionally surf Craig's List or other venues to see what is available in the area. So my husband apparently stumbled upon a property on Craig's List that he thinks might be what we are looking for. He texts me to see if perhaps I might want to stop by to see the home with him after work. I agree.

We meet up at home and then we hop in my car and head toward the freeway. My husband starts making phone calls to arrange to view the home. So now my husband is driving, talking on the cell phone, and trying to take directions to this prospective home.

As he twists and turns, struggling to hold the phone to his ear with his shoulder, while driving, I take notice that he obviously could use a little help. I come to the rescue, shuffle through my purse to locate a pen, scurry to grab a random piece of paper from the car floor and begin scribbling down the directions as he speaks them out loud, repeating every direction as he hears it. My husband gives me "that look" as if to ask, "did you get that?" I reassure him that I got it by nodding my head. My husband hangs up the phone and we begin to follow my written directions toward the home:

Directions:
Exit the 101 on Lewis
Turn right on Adolfo
Turn left on "I can't read my own writing"
And then turn right on Calle "something or other"

Ok, sorry, not so helpful. . .this is why you shouldn't ask me for directions!

Conversations in the Car

So we are in our car on a road trip to Moreno Valley to spend Easter weekend with my husband's parents. My husband is doing the driving so I am gazing out the window. Soon, I spot a mountain sprinkled with bright golden California Poppies. Now my husband happens to love history and is just a wealth of knowledge. . . so I ask him. . .

Me: Is it true that it's ilegal to pick California Poppies?
Hubby: Yes, actually, it is the state flower so yes, it's ilegal to pick those.
Me: Really, wow, I've heard that before but I didn't know if it was true.

I think to myself as I gaze out the window. . .
I don't know anyone who ever went to prison for picking California Poppies. . . then again, I have never seen anyone with a fist full of California Poppies.

Hmmm, I guess no one has ever been prosecuted for picking poppies however, no one picks them. . .people just respect the law. . . .Boggles the mind.

These are the random conversations we have in the car.