Clearly the zippers are against me

A few weeks ago, my little wallet/change purse, which I adored, lost its zipper connection. Not being good with zippers, I had to stop using it. I looked for a new one, but couldn't find one similar, so I decided to wait and let Santa do the looking (if he would), and I started using an older, too wide, wallet that I used to use.

I found a zipper pull in the car this weekend, and had no clue what it was from. Hubby said it was from my wallet. Assuming it was from the previously broken wallet, I put it out of my mind. This morning I attempted to open the change portion of the wallet, and there was no zipper pull to be seen...and it was closed. I stuck a pen cap under it and got it open to retrieve the change I needed.

Then, when I was making sure my son had his homework/snack/lunch money, the zipper from the smaller pocket on his backpack came flying off. Apparently it happened at school yesterday, and my son was able to get it back on and working (Really?!? I tried this morning and I couldn't get it back on!), but the stitching at the end of the zipper was the problem, thus causing it to come off again. If my son is able to get the zipper placed properly again (Did I mention I can't do it? I am lucky to have a 6 year old who is good with fixing zippers...), then I will stitch the end, and the tag team effort might get the zipper in complete working order again.

However, with issues with three zippers in as many weeks...I think we may be switching to become an all-velcro family.

Hoot, hoot

A friend of mine and I were walking in the neighborhood by my son's school before it dismissed yesterday, and a car full of teenagers drove by. One of them stuck his head out the window as it passed and hooted at us.

Um...High school boys didn't hoot at me from cars when I was in high school. More disturbing than flattering, since I have a friend with a son who is a junior in high school, so...um, yeah. That's just not right. Technically I'm old enough to be your mother. Save the hooting for someone even remotely near your age. Thank you.

But that does remind me, in junior high, when I walked home from school, there was a very long road that was part of the walk. Sometimes teenagers would drive by and honk and yell rude things at people walking (because apparently that's just how they roll in upstate New York), and once someone beeped at me, and I was just raising my hand to give possibly a not very polite wave...When I realized it was my great uncle. And boy was I glad that I gave a polite wave instead. Yikes.

Zap!

We got a new TV last Christmas, which went in the living room. We also had a 20 inch TV/DVD combo in our bedroom, which we moved to the basement for the Wii, and moved the 11 year old 27 inch tube TV from the living room to our bedroom.

Last night I turned the bedroom TV on with the sleep timer, and just as I was dozing off, I heard a little "pop!" and the screen faded out but the TV started making a click, click sound. I got up and unplugged the TV, and noticed it had a funny smell. I think I was lucky that I woke up when the TV went out.

He can never tell those two apart

My son has friends of different races, nationalities, family backgrounds, etc.. I like to think we have raised him to realize that people are all the same, and how they look and how they live is not what makes them who they are.

So, I was worried at the start of the following conversation, then amused by the end.

Let's call two of my son's friends Al and Ed for the purposes of this story. Al is from China and my son has known him for a couple years and Ed is from Korea and my son has known him since they were babies. My son was telling me about something that one of them likes..."Al likes pepperoni on his pizza...or is that Ed? I always confuse those two." Oh no. Where is this going?

I asked him why he always confuses Al and Ed, and he looked at me as though the answer were obvious: "Their names both start with vowels." Of course.

Food, food

My son was eating some L ucky C harms yesterday. The only reason we had those was because we were given a coupon for a free box - We are totally a Kellogg family.

Anyway, he was admiring the marshmallows, and before popping one into his mouth said "I think this one's a balloon...or a bomb." He then quickly ate it before I could inspect the potentially dangerous marshmallow. Heh.

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We had some friends over for dinner a few weeks ago, and they brought some crackers and hummus. I tried hummus about a decade ago, and remembered it as being flavorless and strangely textured. But oh my gosh, I loved this stuff. Either hummus has come a long way, or I have.