Friday, December 18, 2009

Pete and Repeat

I have been thinking about how my mother fought tooth and nail to teach me lessons when I was younger and they just would not stick! No matter what, I always did the opposite of what she said (sometimes I still do that). My nickname in my family when I was younger was "tape recorder" (and my little ears could not be hidden from anything). I was told not to repeat something and I just COULD NOT do it, the words would just blaze like fire out of my mouth the instant I got the opportunity.
Now that I am older the curtains have opened, everything has meaning, and I still know all of the answers to everything and more, but I understand how my nickname "Tape Recorder" was fitting! Now that I work with special needs people I have gotten a taste of my own medicine. One of my girls (I will call her Ute Fan) was with me in the grocery store doing her shopping a few days ago when a few firemen came shopping around us. I nudged Ute Fan in the shoulder just to pick with her, pointed at one of the firemen and whispered "He's sure cute, huh!?" She agreed, she LOVES the male population (including my husband, she wants him to leave me for her). Later we ended up walking into the cute fireman again, Ute Fan walked into him, pointed at me and said "She thinks you're HOT!". Oh my, my face turned beet red! I haven't felt that way since elementary school. I smiled shyly grabbed Ute Fan and continued shopping. Somehow throughout the rest of our time at the grocery store we kept running into the cute fireman, and every time Ute Fan would shout "Hey Cutiieeeeee!". I was suddenly aware of how my mom may have felt many times during my adolescent years raising the human tape recorder, when every thing flowed like word vomit from my mouth. Every. Single. Being with these special needs people with mentalities between 8 years and 12 years old I am learning so much. Especially about parenting. I also have a new kind of respect for parents raising moody pubescents! My mom can now say "I told you so". But the truth is you just don't know until you have gone through it yourself!

This was me in my younger years.

P.S. If you don't follow my blog I will tell everyone how you wet the bed till you were seven. Wait, that was me....I'll save that story for another day.

Till next time!
-The Lady Girl

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Luck Be A Lady?!

Of course this blog is named after a Frank Sinatra song! What can be more classy than Frank? Lately I have been wanting to dig in to my inner lady, to find out what it takes to be a lady, and why my husband is so thrilled whenever I pass gas! Is this the lady I want to be? My husband may be thrilled now, but we are only past year one of our marriage. He may not be so overjoyed and proud of his wife 5 years down the road from now. So right now I remain a lady on the couch with orange stained fingers (those Cheetos disappear so fast!), emitting all sorts of smells and noises, screaming at the results of So You Think You Can Dance. I think I can dance but I get exerted just by watching the T.V. so I've got it covered. So while I still have my husband in the honey moon stage, how do I keep him coming back? What can I change to get out of my Lady Beer Belly slump? Maybe that should be my name- Lady Beer Belly. Sounds soooo attractive!

I don't know who will read this, but the more people that read and pretend to be interested in my blog the more I will write.

My Name is Val Hunter a.k.a. Lady Girl. I am still going from girl hood into lady hood, as I am married and married people shouldn't act like adolescents right? Well we'll see about that. I'm still trying to decide where I want this blog to go. Should I write about my temper tantrums with Wendy my sewing machine? Should I talk about the every day trials of a sink that is constantly filled with dishes with no other excuse than that I really love the putrid smell of rotting milk and chicken? (not really). My personality is like a hectic 10 lane highway, with distractions from every direction, never sticking to one lane. Expect the unexpected. I may throw in a boring craft tutorial here and there, or a heavy southern recipe. We do crazy things here in the Hunter household.

See you real soon!
-Lady Girl
I found this image via Google and those Knobby knees totally look like mine! Glad to see that I'm not the only one cursed with those.