Embarrassing Moment #1,356,789

Those of you who know me well, know that embarrassing moment #1,356,789 is probably a gross understatement for me. But this one is too good not to let out. Give you all a good laugh for the day. If you can just picture this.....it is Friday evening, I have just returned from a whirlwind trip to and back from Branson, then worked four hours, Phillip has just came back from a week of work in California, we don't have any of our boys. So we decide to treat ourselves to dinner out with Elisabeth. Who by the way, spent a few hours at Silver Dollar City this morning and is worn out. We should have really thought that one through. She was crabby when we first sat down, I kept getting evil stares from the couple next to us who obviously were having a Friday night date night and couldn't appreciate a less than pleasant acting 3 year old. Friday nights in Rogers eating out always require a wait also, even though we went at 5 PM thinking that would help. So we finally sit down, I cross my leg and my flip-flop BREAKS. So I say to Phillip, "my shoe just broke, I need to try to go to the bathroom to fix it". Still thinking about how I am going to hobble there with one working shoe, I put my other foot down and THAT flip-flop breaks. NOW WHAT ARE THE ODDS OF THAT HAPPENING???? About the same as the number of this embarrassing moment probably like 1 to 1,356,789. My old high school teachers would have some math probability solution to throw in here. But seriously, I am thinking HOW am I going to walk to the bathroom now?? Phillip just keeps saying "I can't believe they broke at the same time." So I do the best I can, poke the broken pieces back down in the bottom of my shoes, start out towards the bathroom--which now seems 5 miles away--think I am doing pretty good, walk about 5 steps, when one comes out, I trip over it as it flops back and lays back behind my foot, then the next step, the other one comes out. I am just trying not to land on my face or hit my head on anything, as I seem to be well known to do in instances such as this. If I had a video camera, no one would have believed it. I had to have looked like a deep sea diver, coming out with those flippers on, you know, walking, slapping along with my broken flip flops dragging behind me. That was certainly a dignified walk to the bathroom. So then I sit in the bathroom, wondering what to do. I can't seem to fix the shoes where they will work at all. I haven't had the forethought to even bring my purse, where surely there would have been some tape, dental floss to tie something together, or even some stamps to try to glue them together to at least be able to walk in them for a short time. No boy scout tools available at all. So what's a girl to do?? After about 10 minutes of sitting there thinking about it, I actually made a smaller, new hole in each of my shoes, digging it out a little at a time with what little fingernails I have. Stuck the little tab down in there and viola, they worked at least to walk in. However, I traumatized a little girl who came in to wash her hands and wanted to know what on earth I was doing. Sure that was something she had never seen in the bathroom before. "Mama, there was a lady in the bathroom playing with her shoes." So, girls, when those flip flops are the most comfortable and you have them all broken in, just remember, they could give at any moment and at the SAME TIME. Only me. And yet another restaurant that I won't be able to show my face in again for quite sometime.

Toe Jam

So I have been trying to run....like I don't run enough in my life. Not the kind of running around I normally do--taking kids from one end of town to the other and back again in my ever-so-cool minivan. But truly running for me, for my health, for some peace of pounding the pavement ALONE. Well, mostly alone. I seem to have neighbors who always want to join me or I "run" into along the way and then before you know it, I am side-tracked into talking, much like I just got side-tracked just now..........which I do love the side benefit of catching up with everyone!! OK, so back to my drama for this week. I have my darling nephews from Mississippi here visiting and they were out playing basketball in the driveway. (Yes, that would make 5 boys for the past two weeks!!) So I decide to play the good mom and take them out a tray of drinks. On a glass tray. Can you say NOT SMART?? Running has become fun, trying to run lopsided with a bandaged toe screaming to be let out of a tennis shoe. Let this be your lesson for the week: Do not carry drinks out to the driveway on a glass tray while boys have balls in their hands. So I set it down, teetering it on Elisabeth's 'playground', turn to see one of the boys' super-awesome basketball moves, and next thing I feel is it smashing into pieces on my foot. I have two cuts on my two smallest toes. And my baby toe is officially broken. It is turned out in a very un-natural position. I thought about taking a picture of it all swollen and purple and cut and twisted but then thought I really do like ya'll and don't want anyone getting sick. So public service announcement of the day is don't get Toe Jam like me. Use a plastic tray please.

The Latest From The Crazy Macy House

So as with everything in my life, it is feast or famine. So this is most likely going to be a lengthy blog (yes, that is your warning to tune out now) since it has been awhile since I have made it in here to update. First, some good news. In April, McKenzie was awarded the Chamber of Commerce Academic Award. We celebrated in our normal fashion--with food.....a long awards ceremony should always be followed with great food. So this is McKenzie, enjoying brunch at Mimi's with his parents. He almost looks like he is enjoying it. He also has turned 16 since my last post and is licensed and legal to drive ALONE.

In Elisabeth news. Let's see, I am going to have a few as she keeps us all entertained with her great statements. May 1st was a big day for her, she went poo-poo in the potty for the first time. The boys weren't real encouraging, holding their noses when they came downstairs to see her amazing feat. Of course, when it sits dry for long in a small potty chair, with no water, it is not the most aromatic. I now know WHY there is water in a toilet. So she decided that was overrated and hasn't really been interested again since they all told her she stunk and to "just go in her pull-up next time". That is great for the training. Thanks, boys!

She loves going to our new Chuck E. Cheese, she is even happy when we just drive by and she can yell out "There's Chuck E. Cheese". She loves their "cop-n-candy" (cotton candy). Sometimes she get the hip-cups (hiccups) though. hahaha Love those little phrases.

May 29th, she says to me, rather emphatically "Are you OUTTA MY MIND?" Yes, she is picking up my favorite phrases. Only she has her own take.

My favorite as of late has to be June 9th, when she was sitting on her Daddy's lap, he is gently stroking her long blond hair, he says to her "Are you My Princess?" She turns, looks up at him lovingly, with a gleam in her eye, and says "No, I'm a witch". She must get this from me too. Princesses are so overrated. Witches have more fun, you can tell by their cackles.