Who Dat?

You remember Vilas, right?  Well yesterday she had quite a mishap on her bike.  She and my Dad went with their neighborhood biker gang to a trail about an hour away.  Mom and Dad got to show off their new bike rack.  They have been training for quite some time by riding 10-15 miles a day to breakfast and back.  I went with them once and thought I was going to die.  If there were taxis in The Villages I would have called one for the ride home.  So, they are on this trail and another biker miscalculated her passing zone and clipped Mom's tire.  She flew off the bike onto the trail and couldn't move!  An ambulance was called (also a fire truck for some unknown reason.)  Mom still couldn't speak or move or see properly.  Until she heard the EMT describing an "elderly woman" with injuries.  That made her sit up and look around for the elderly lady in question.  When she realized that she was the elderly lady she was not happy.  Because her blood pressure was dangerously low they took her to the hospital where they proceeded to call her Margaret.  Which sort of sounds like Vilas but not really.  Margaret, the elderly woman, was released from the hospital with scrapes, bumps, bruises and a broken horn on her bike.

Manners

Hannah and I have been talking about manners and what it means to be polite.  I found manners flashcards in one of the closets I was cleaning (more on that crazy talk later!)  Turns out they are the devil.  I pictured the scenario going something like this:  Hannah and I sit down and calmly review the flashcards by first looking at the naughty side and discussing what was wrong.  Then we would talk about what could have been done and we would flip the card over and Viola!  She had the answer right all along!  We would talk about each card and when we completed them she would have perfect manners.  But, since these cards are the devil, and I set unrealistic expectations, it didn't really go as planned.  The first card:

The rest of the day (and several days since then) Hannah did this:

Devil cards.

Backseat Driver

Backseat drivers should not give conflicting instructions such as "watch where you are going" AND "turn around".  

A Good Mom Would Have Had This Post Up by November 1st!

Or not!  We started out strong,  4 children, me, a husband, and an ex-wife.  The hippie decided to abandon us for her friends; all of whom trick or treated while texting.  Because they can do that.  Then Frankenstein dropped by a friend's house and decided that making scary sounds into a microphone to scare the little kids was way better than candy.  Which was fine because the monster had been complaining about his bolts all night anyway.  That left the two bunnies.  They really raked it in.  What with being so cute and all.  The big bunny was the ringleader and decided which house to go to.  Once we explained the Halloween Code to her (porch light on= come get candy here, no porch light= go away!  I'm too cheap to buy candy!) she had it mastered!  The little bunny ran full steam ahead to each and every house.  She fell down porch steps once and then down 2 driveways, but injuries were only to the pride.  It did make me wonder though how adults would be perceived if we only ran places.  Would we be locked up?  ANYWAY, when all children were gathered from the neighborhood and candy loot was discussed, I looked back to find the littlest bunny squishing and smooshing a Kit Kat through a tiny hole that she bitten off the corner. I guess that is a good Halloween!