donkey shame?

I will explain the title in a minute, first a weekend recap.

Friday evening, the kidlet and I had dinner with my mom at Friendly’s.  I expected it to be jam-packed but it wasn’t, thank goodness.  That place is small enough without it being crammed.  After dinner, I wasn’t feeling that great, so when I got home, I decided to get in my jammies and lay down.  It wasn’t long after that I was out for the count. 

Saturday I woke up bright and early and got some laundry done before the kidlet got up.  It was raining and ugly and cold out, blah.   We went and got some lunch at Dairy Queen.  We played with our food:

Then, we went skating again with Maria and her boys.  Her youngest, Austin, who is autistic, loves to go.  He’s too cute.  He really gets into the music they play lol.  Love it.  Maria gave me a pair of skates and they have a lower axel and wider wheels than the rentals so it took me a few laps to get used to them.  I fell down on the carpeted area in front of the skate rental counter and nearly peed myself laughing.  Maria was there and caught me…sort of.  I am not even sure how the hell I fell down.  I was standing there talking to her and next thing I know I am falling.  It was funny.  I hit my left knee on the floor, which wasn’t funny and left a bruise.  Der.

There was some teenage girl drama in the bathroom while I was there.  Oy.  I am so glad I don’t have a girl.  They are too squealy and dramatic.  The drama was over some boy.  Three older girls were picking on a younger girl and I stepped in and told the older ones to leave the younger one alone and to pick on someone their own size.  Next thing you know the younger one was knocked down, banged her head and had a bloody lip and the older ones were the only ones around when this happened.  There were tears and much blubbering.  Again I say I am glad I have a son.

When we came out of the skating rink, the rain stopped and it was sunny and kind of nice.  We went home for a bit before I went to fake and bake.  While I was laying in the tanning bed, the outside weather was getting ominous.  About halfway through, my bed shut down.   I heard the girl working shriek and then the bed came back on.  LOL!  It was weird.  One minute, I was warm, the next not warm, then warm again.  When I came out from the room I was in, she said she freaked out because that never happened before.  She told me the whole complex had gone out.  When I got home, the electric was out at our house…grrrrr.  It was starting to get dark and it was still really windy and cold.  I have an electric-fired oil burner, so guess what, my heat was going to come on anytime soon.  I called my parents’ house and my dad answered.  They live less than a mile from me and I asked if they had electric and they did.  Apparently it was a small section of the borough I live in that was affected.  Figures.  My parents felt sorry for me and the kidlet, so they took us out for dinner :)  By the time we arrived home, the electric was back on.  WHOO! 

The kidlet and I had a “sleep over” in my room on Saturday night.  That usually equals a backache for me the next day.  He is all over the place when he sleeps.  I usually end up with his knees in my back or hanging off the edge of the bed. 

I woke up early Sunday morning and realized that I hadn’t set the clocks forward…I hate springing forward and losing an hour.  I love that it stays light later, but that whole first night losing that hour, irritating..

I spent the morning cleaning and putting laundry away while the kidlet slept in.  When he got up, I went tanning. 

Now, for the title of this post (are you still reading?  good.)  Last evening, I was doing something and the kidlet handed me something and I said Danke schön.  He looked at me like I had three heads and said, “What did you just call me?”  LOL!  I told him it meant thank you in German.  Later on, I was helping him with something and he says to me “donkey shame” and I lost it.  I mean, rolling on the floor, laughing hysterically lost it.  He again looked at me like I had three heads and when I stopped laughing I told him the correct way to pronounce it.  Dear Lord, he kills me.

I hate Mondays.