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Friday
Mar012013

Freaky Friday

Before my husband left for work this week, he asked if I wanted to join him as he ran some last minute errands. We like to squeeze in as much time together as possible because we never know how long he is going to be absent.

Traditionally our dates include dinner and a movie to be followed up with a rousing argument about why one of us has the worst taste in movies, ever. It's our 'been together almost 22 years' version of foreplay. 

However, if my husband wanted to get romantic at the local farm equipment supply store, I wasn't going to argue. The farm equipment supply store is my crack. I don't know why. I'm a city girl. But there is something about troughs and tractor parts that get me hot and bothered. 

So much so, that upon leaving that store, when my husband asked, "When was the last time you were lubed?" I answered him.

Only to notice he didn't respond in the manner in which I had thought he would.

Because he was too busy staring at me, mouth agape, with a horrified look on his face.

"What is the matter with you, woman? I meant, WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HAD YOUR VEHICLE'S OIL CHANGED?"

Oh.

In my defense, you married me dude. The fault is clearly yours.

So my oil was changed, in the most literal sense and my husband wouldn't look me in the eyes. Every time I started to speak to him, he'd just shake his head and mutter under his breath.

Some oil changes are more fun than others.

Luckily, I had the video of the yelling goats to amuse me. 

(Also, if you thread the sound into your vehicle's stereo system like I did, you can entertain the entire lube shop. Much to your husband's chagrin.)

I'm now good for another 5000 kilometers before I need any sort of lubing. 

Oh, the bad jokes just keep writing themselves.

***

Earlier this week I stumbled on some forgotten videos I had posted, (basically my entire YouTube channel) and as I watched them, I was stunned to notice just two years ago I was taller than Nash. Who is currently 6 foot one inch. Or at least he was the last time he was measured.

The difference two years makes. And still, he hasn't learned to smile for his mother.

I had forgotten there was a time when I didn't have to look up while talking to my kid. Weird.

Upon this epiphany, I've decided to try something new over here on the B-side. Every Friday, or until I forget or get bored, I'm going to highlight some of the best moments I've captured over on Instagram. (I am not a good photographer and I am worse at Instagram. THIS IS SUCH A TREAT FOR Y'ALL!)

Mostly because my kids are 15 and 16 and my daughter will only be with us for one more year before she leaves for college. Nash has two years before I drop him off at some random dorm room.

This parenting gig? It's fleeting.

Also, puppies don't stay puppies for long.

LOOK AT ALL THE WISDOM I AM POURING FORTH. 

God. I'm a mommy blogger with out a mom blog. I CANT QUIT.

I need an intervention.

In the meantime, look at these photos.

STOP JUDGING ME.

***

This boy? Looks EXACTLY like the boy I was dating at 16. It's totally weird.

Abbott. I swear he's still a puppy.

The size of a 16 week old paw. STILL A PUPPY.

He knows his mother is a dork. And he loves her for it.

Knox's first photobomb. I'm so proud he's inherited my dorkiness.

Have a great weekend everyone. May your inner dork shine through.

Reader Comments (21)

LOVING the photo bomb.

March 1, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterApril

My kids love me despite (or because of) my complete lack of coolness. I think it is my special skill.

My middle son Owen said to me just the other day "don't worry mommy, I love your squishy fatness". Now THAT my friend, is the way to make you feel loved AND beautiful, all at the same time.

xox

March 1, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterTarasview

I have the same reaction in auto part and hardware stores. I think it's the way they smell.

March 1, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterSarah

Holy batman that is going to be a HUGE dog!

March 1, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterAmanda

My kids think I am Queen of the Geeks. I can't convince them I was ever cool - and I was, once, for about five minutes.

I prefer Geek.

March 1, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterOlivia

They grow up really fast. Our teenage boy arrived home from university yesterday for spring break. We hadn't seen him since Christmas. The best moment was the amazing hug he gave me when he walked in the door and I didn't have to ask.

Btw, I would have answered the lube question the same way if my husband asked.. :-)

March 1, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterCatherine Burden

The picture of Knox photobombing is just too awesome :)

March 1, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterPaula

That's insane how fast your son has grown. My son is six and still fits in my lap so this was a good reminder to enjoy that while I can.

March 1, 2013 | Unregistered Commenterkorinthia

Loving the photobomb. Knox is uber cool.

March 1, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterOuting from Lurkdom

That is going to be some big dog!

March 1, 2013 | Unregistered Commenterlittle red hen

I can't get over that paw! You have a lovely family.

March 1, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterMartina

Once you watch/hear the goats in a song, you can't unhear it. My guilty pleasure is Taylor Swift, and I cannot sing the song now without the goat sounds. My goat sounds too. And if you've not heard the Goat Remix of Livin' on a Prayer, do so. And you'll never be able to sing the song without it again.

March 2, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterKristin

Oh woman,I love you. After a really crappy week you have made my day! thank you.

March 2, 2013 | Unregistered Commentermaaike

I love the vibe of this post. Your humour shines through with edges coloured in a soft tone of love.

March 2, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterKatja

yikes the growing going on over there. :) love your photobomber

March 2, 2013 | Unregistered Commenterkyooty

I'm really loving your new blog--not that I didn't love the old one!

Still laughing about the car lube story, and the Knox photo bomb is so cute, but wow, the Incredible Hulk puppy? Good thing you guys built that great gigantic garage!!

March 2, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterTerri

The Knox photobomb is just a big bowl of awesomesauce. I am glad to have followed you to the B side, Tanis - it's going to be a fun ride!

March 2, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterSassC

I love the look Knox is giving you like "yup... that's my mom *sigh*" too funny.

March 4, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterJamie

Loving the photo bomb..did that this weekend to a drill team taking their photo with their trophies..in front of the fing exits..who does that? They deserve my rotund self in their team pic for eternity wondering whose mom is that..answer NO ONES!

March 4, 2013 | Unregistered Commentertressyjo

Knox's photobomb pic has totally made my day! I can't stop smiling. What an adorable photobomber!

March 5, 2013 | Unregistered Commenterjaksgirl123

My inner dork is also my outer dork. Is that normal? Or do I need to take a pill or something?

March 5, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterDeb/San Diego Momma
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