2/7/10

Jumping on the Trampoline Naked!!!!

(Nothing to do with trampolines or even the post... but a GREAT commercial!!!)



I jumped on a trampoline today for the first time in about three years. My leg is finally healed up and I have been released to "full" activity and so me and my fully active leg jumped on a trampoline. I can't recommend it enough!!!

I've come to realize that there are days when you must take the time to jump on a trampoline! BUT, if you are really lucky there are times when you GET to jump on a trampoline....  while NAKED! (Don't start getting any lewd or "perv-ish" images or innuendos)

Let me clear this up with the story behind the Naked Trampoline jumping. First of all, it wasn't me! So... yeah! Get that thought out of your heads (except the cuties out there! That's a freebie!)

The way it all happened was like this...

We have a trampoline in our backyard with one of those big safety nets around it. It's fun to watch the kids all jump on it for hours at a time. Not to mention, it allows the kids to "wear themselves out" before taking their energy out on the inside of the house.  And it gives me time to write when I am up against a deadline.

One of my sons (I have 4 sons and 2 daughters. I won't say which son this was in order to avoid any "embarrassment".) was having a "surplus" of energy inside the house and was leaving a path of destruction from room-to-room, so I grabbed his socks and shoes and sent him outside for some "jumping time".

When a child is 4 years old you have to make it your mission to take ownership of their shoes or you will be late to EVERYTHING. A four year old could lose one shoe from the pair in less than 5 minutes. And not ust lose it for a little while but lose it as in Devil's Triangle or Twilight Zone lost. 

I'm certain that thousands of years from now, when archeologists are excavating our "homestead" they will postulate that we had a house full of one legged children, because we have successfully lost at LEAST 6 single shoes from pairs. CRAZY!

So, I had pulled his shoes down from the top of the "coat and shoe" rack and had tied the shoes into double knots and sent him outside with the warning, "Do NOT take your shoes off! There is some poison oak we still have to get rid of and if you take you shoes off you will catch it! I repeat... do... not... take... your... shoes... off" (You never know if they actually absorb what you say, so it never hurts to try it another time.)

As he ran off the back porch, I reminded him AGAIN, "Don't take your shoes off!" The actual threat of the poison oak was mostly for show. More than anything I didn't want to lose another pair of shoes. Seeing him climb up into the  trampoline, with his shoes on, I felt a little more assured that both shoes would be coming back and I went back to writing.

No more than ten minutes later, sister came to my room and said, "Dad! Did you know that (Name Withheld) is jumping on the trampoline... NAKED?" I know I shouldn't be surprised, or puzzled, anymore, but I must confess that I had trouble formulating a response and quickly jumped up to investigate. (In my haste I ran outslde without my shoes and ended up getting a bit of poison oak on my foot)

Yup! (Name Withheld) was jumping on the trampoline naked! But, with his shoes on!!! My first response was to jokingly say, "Soooo, it's a little chilly out today, huh?" Because I'm a Dude and that's what Dudes joke about when naked-idity is involved in the outdoors. But, I restrained myself because I"m mature! And because, hell, he was only 4 and wouldn't have understood the joke and then I would have been stuck explaining the effects of cold air and cold water on male junk.

In place of the joke I asked, in the most nonchalant tone I could conjure, "Son of my loins, why are you jumping on the trampoline naked?" Not a question you could ever imagine asking your child, and yet...

This was the response... "I wanted to jump naked! But I STILL have my shoes on!!"

For the life of me I couldn't remember if I had ever given a rule covering the possibility of  jumping naked on the trampoline. We had rules for how many could jump at a time, no "weapons" while jumping on the trampoline, no animals on the trampoline, no food or drinks while jumping, and of course, keeping your shoes on while you jump, but, oddly enough, nothing "covering" nudity while jumping.

"New Rule....!", I announced as I helped him off the trampoline and dressed him back in his shorts and shirt.  He had the BIGGEST grin on his face and I just had to ask, "Was it fun?" He just smiled at me with the "you will never know how much fun!!" smile and climbed back onto the trampoline.

Of course it was FUN! He didn't need to tell me it was fun!! How could it not be fun to be jumping naked and free on a trampoline??? But, there is NO WAY a grown-up could EVER get away with jumping on a trampoline while naked... right? Besides the fact that it would break every law of decency not to mention that there are "things" that just need to be "supported" and covered on the human body... and that's all I will say. There would be entirely too much "collateral bouncing" going on with different areas of the body. 

But wait... maybe if Sarah Palin wanted to.... NOO! (But then again...) ANYWAY!!!!

But, doesn't it just sound liberating?? Jumping naked on a trampoline!! The pure and innocent joy of "letting go" and "being free". After much deliberation I have determined that it's a fact of life, and yet a true tragedy at the same time, that, after reaching a certain age, we cross a line and will NEVER get that chance to jump on the trampoline... ever again... while NAKED!

God Created Ramona To Purify My Soul on Sunday Mornings

It appears that my hypocrisy knows no bounds because I try to get the kids to church by 11 am every Sunday. I may have a serious case of ambivalence about such things, but I do believe the kids need at least a background, if not a backbone, in religion, right??



So, here's the problem... everyone has to look nice for church. Not just "school" nice but "church" or "Jesus" nice. Which means Dad needs to try to make Ramona look presentable for the Lord, I say that tongue-in-cheek, because the journey to presentable is a journey that will purge the soul of every one of us in the house.

Ramona has been "blessed" with her father's stubborn streak. And, seeing as how I am the purveyor of said "Stubborn Streak" we butt heads at times. Sunday mornings are one of those times. She is SOOOOOOO STUBBORN!!!!!!

1. Ramona INSISTS on wearing pantyhose with ALL dresses. Apparently she is worried about "panty peekers". A legitimate concern, but a little silly at the same time. Silly, because she loses the panty hose and we all spend at least 30 minutes on a dramatic search through her room looking for the panty hose because we KNOW there is no way in hell she will put her dress on without the damn panty hose!

2. Ramona does NOT like to have her hair brushed. Apparently, it is akin to having her flesh removed and she feels the need to react accordingly. I actually have to hold her head with one hand and brush with the other. And I realize I am going to get emails telling me  not to be so rough, but I'm actually very, VERY gentle! I think it's more a matter that Ramona is mad that she has to actually brush her hair and that she doesn't brush her hair after she showers at night and it looks like a rat slept in her hair by morning. So, any "womanly advice" on this point would be greatly appreciated.

3. Shoes!!! Church shoes!!! She refuses to wear her shiny black church shoes because she says they are slippery to walk in. "So what???!!" Right? Well it's not "so what" to Ramona. It's "cry and whine" for Ramona. Cry and whine and act like I am putting steel cleets on her feet as I slide them on over her silly panty hose. Then she feigns a "limp" as she walks around in her shoes for the rest of the morning.

We had to separate ourselves for a few minutes before we leave for church in order to calm down. Although, I am fully expecting to hear comments about her "hair hurting" or "feet hurting" on the way to church. In fact, I'm sitting here in my Fortress of Solitude trying to recover from getting my daughter ready for church while she sits downstairs trying to recover from being made ready for church. Neither of us, I am guessing, feel very Christ-like right now... (low grumbling growl...grrrr) Maybe I need a WWJD bracelet or something...



Wait, WWJD? Well Ramona knows what Jesus would do and apparently it has nothing at all to do with shiny black church shoes or brushing her hair.

Wait... Palin is a Tea Partier???

"Revolution is not a dinner party." BUT... it appears that it may very well be a Tea Party.

Ironic isn't is? Mao Tse Tung made the statement about the true nature of revolution to buffer the realities that his country was facing on it's death march to Communism. And now we have Palin, albeit a much more sexy version of a politician, singing the "Revolution Song". You shouldn't confuse my appreciation for Palin's "large heart(s)" as a statement of political support. I've yet to hear her state her platform in any clear or "non-cheerleader" type manner... gosh darn it! And while I agree that a "revolution" is needed... it is not my endorsement of her call for a revolution, but...(I'm staring at a muted video of her giving her speech...) "I wonder if I could rest my head on one of her..." BAD SPUD!! (Somebody needs to whack me with a rolled up newspaper when I get like that.)

I think Senorita Palin has just realized (or been told) that the Tea Party Movement had some bucks and was making a move for the center stage and that if she brushed her hair all sexy and strutted on stage looking like the "oh so sexy" hybrid between Peggy Hill and Barbie she might be able to ride this wave of publicity into some REAL history books. And that's okay... as long as she stops talking. She can be the official "breasts" of the party and stand next to the podium as the speakers argue the benefits of smaller government. She can even get all CRAZY and actually find the time to read a few books so that she can actually answer a few questions while she shows her svelte figure and ample set of.....(Whack! That was Gingey whacking me with a rolled up newspaper for getting a little "cheeky" and talking about breastesses)



So, let me listen to her histrionics and contemplate what she really stands for and I will be sure to write a very  "complete" blog post regarding her speech here in my "hometown" today. Until then, I nominate her to be the "Symbolic Breasts of the Tea Party!" (HA! You missed me with the rolled up newspaper!)

2/6/10

An Apology...

Sometimes I can be a jerk... an ass... an insensitive bastard... and I have to catch myself, take three steps back and try to repair the situation and then move forward. Being a jerk with just a few pairs of eyes taking notice is bad enough, but when I'm jerk with hundreds of people per day reading what a big jerk I am... it's a little more tough. I hope you will bear with me and accept my apology for the way I acted. 


In my last post I gave the funny but true exploits of an incident that happened at Walmart. As I relayed the information and course of events I began to realize just what a jerk I had been, despite the fact that the person may or may not have deserved my barrage of insult and further redressing through my blog.


I have broken one of my own rules: Rule Number 2- Always Protect Those Smaller Than Yourself. Whether that person be physically smaller, or mentally, developmentally, or even emotionally; I broke the rule. And, whether you think it is silly or unnecessary, I apologize. 


See, I have children who amaze me. Children who will always remind me to be the best part of me that I can be, and not give in to the lower parts of my personality. 


Ramona had been especially cranky to her twin Brother, Calvin, last night. She snapped at him and took every opportunity to "tell him off" for things that he hadn't even done. She was so tired and worn out and he understood. I put both of them to bed last night and she fell asleep before I had finished reading the book. It was the story of the rabbit, Little Richard. 


She woke up at around 3 am and came to my room very upset that she had missed the last part of the story because she had fallen asleep. She asked me if I could, please, finish reading the story to her. I explained that it was so early in the morning and that I would read it to her first thing in the morning. She sniffled her way back to bed. I had just finished posting the first part of my last post and I was busy trying to perfect the recounting of my verbal repartee at the Walmart.


A few minutes later I heard talking from the room and I went in to see what was causing the noise, so early in the morning. I pushed the door open and saw Calvin laying in Ramona's bed with her, reading Little Richard to her."Sorry! It's her favorite story and she missed the last part where he gets to taste the cookies and she asked me if I could read it to her... we're almost done, Dad."


"Can I listen, too?" I laid down on the floor next to Ramona's bed and listened to Calvin stumble through the last two pages of the story, sounding out the long words with his finger tracing along the lines. I realized that he understood Rule Number 2 better than I do. That his little sister who is a little bit developmentally challenged needed his understanding and protection, no matter how coarse she had been to him the previous night.

I realized that I had missed TWO chances to be the "bigger" person, and that Calvin, Mighty Calvin, was teaching his Dad an important lesson... "No matter what... Always protect those smaller than you!".

I know better than that! Thanks for reminding me, Calvin!

The Walmart Incident... Yes, I Really Said THAT To Her!

I'm not sure some of you know what it is like to live in the Deep Fried South and to find the occasion to shop the local Walmart. It can be a little intimidating, even a little scary when you suddenly find yourself caught between a "Large Marge" and her Gallon-Sized Jug of Sweet Tea. It takes small movements and constant eye contact with the clumsy beast in order to make sure she understands that you mean her "sweet tea" no harm and that you are just passing through the tea area in order to get to the "yankee" drinks... orange juice, pomegranate juice and (gasp) cranberry juice.

My friend and I had such an encounter. Let me set the scene so that you will get the FULL impact of the scene and situation as it unfolds.

It's early, DAMN early here in Tennessee! We had just finished playing basketball at the gym and so it was easily 7:30 am, when my friend and I entered the Walmart on that cold, wet morning... 7:30 am... CRAZY early!!!

My friend is 41 years old and is small, petite and, well, she's a "looker"... even with the post-basketball sweaty look. What am I talking about... "even with"... the post-basketball sweaty look seems very similar to the "post-doing it" sweaty look, so she was looking pretty smokin'. But I'm a gentleman so stop thinking nasty thoughts about my friend!

We had gathered a 24 pack of bottled water, some bananas, two mangoes, and I suggested we get my daughter, Ramona, a bag of powdered mini-doughnuts for her breakfast. HUGE mistake! We should have just counted our safe passage through the bowels of Walmart as a sign that it was time to leave... too late.

We had arrived at the snack cake aisle and found there was only ONE more bag of the miniature, powdered sugar doughnuts on the shelf. so I moved ahead of my friend pushing the cart and made a move for the bag. There was an especially ornery looking "Large Marge" leaning on the shelf that had the doughnuts. She had her back towards us as I moved in so I felt confident I could get the bag and ease back to the safety of the fresh fruit in the cart... fresh fruit confuses "Large Marges" and they fear it... like a lion is afraid of fire.

I successfully grabbed the last bag of snack sized doughnuts and was trying to fall back to the "rally point" (the grocery cart) when the Large Marge turned around and saw me! I had grabbed the last bag of "sugar covered goodness"!! Her entire face seemed to draw down into a small circle around her mouth causing the lips of the mouth to extend and protrude forward like a moist mass of fleshy goo. "Hey, I was gonna get that!"

Trouble!!!...(More still coming!!! YES I will get the rest finished tonight!)

2/5/10

Important Announcement from Spuds!!!

May I have your attention please! I need to interrupt your evening for THREE very important announcements!

1. EVERYONE needs to go to www.dad-blogs.com and read my latest column! You can't miss it! It has the big  picture of Glenn-da Beck in a hat at the beginning of the article. And while you are there be sure to give my article a STRONG, MANLY rating of at least a star or two! I have actually FIXED the link to my article found at the top of the right column of this blog. Just click on the "I'm a Columnist at Dad Blogs" icon and you will be shot over to my latest "hot mess".

2. I need everyone to visit Scaredy Diva and give her some motivation to keep going to the gym! She states she is needing a kick in the butt, so I am hereby pasting a "Kick me into gear" sign on her blog!

3. While you are at Dad Blogs go ahead and sign up as members! You may not be "Dad" but the group is growing fast, and I KNOW some of you single ladies out there are looking for a "few good men" who can actually spell and carry a meaningful conversation... so here's your chance!!!

Thank you for your attention to these matters!!

Follow this link to my Dad Blogs Article!!

Well Sure It Wasn't Nice... But SHE Started It!

Subtlety... Soft-spoken... Mild...

I epitomize all three of those words. Stop laughing!

I had another incident at Walmart. I have to take the kids to school but I will be back with the actual post this afternoon. Until then... enjoy these videos!

OH! And here are the answers to The Sexy Spudly Trivia Questions!!! 
1. I took a date Tandem Skydiving.
2. I've been ordered by "her" not to divulge this one... sorry. But it involved a hot tub!
3. This was an EASY one... the birth of the twins!
4. I danced on the (Junior Varsity) Ballroom Dance Team at my University for one year. I had the same partner all year long and we never competed. But we COULD have because I can dance a MEAN Tango!
5. The number of times I have cried and not cared... every time a new baby was born (twins on the fifth time).  It's just such an amazing and emotional experience!




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