keepin’ up with my “Y”-okels ::
What you are about to see defies common sense . . . and this little law of nature we like to call gravity. But I says to myself, “God didn’t give me boys so I could sit in the sidelines while they experience all the dangerous kind of fun.” So this old dog put her hand in a bag of tricks and pulled out a ripstick and learned how to “street surf” just to keep up with the dude-like offspring {and their hunk-a-licious, yummy and delicious dude-like daddy}. Besides that, I couldn’t endure these Y-gene bearing yokels yammering on about how I “probably couldn’t do it anyway”. Okay, I know I’m predictable. You taunt me and inform me that I can’t do something? I’m gonna prove you wrong six ways {you’re going DOWN!!!} to Sunday.
Let me just tell you though, when that two-wheeled plastic stick contraption thing-y flies out from under your feet, there ain’t no option other then the express route to the pavement. It truly hurts more to fall then it used to when I was a young lass. And the bruises lining the right side of my body? They take longer to heal too. But the satisfaction of street surfing alongside these boys and they can’t stop telling me that I’m the “coolest mom in the world” and “I just love you so much, you’re the coolest mom in the world” and “you’re doing SO great mama and you’re the coolest mom in the WHOLE world” is worth every sore spot, from feet to flank.
The End and LOVE y’all.
P.S. See if you can hear the slip of the tongue that could be construed as an innuendo. 
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this is all kinds of amazing! perfect.
Tara, I think you should be a rip-sticking mama too!!!
Love,
Erika
that, I’ll have to work up to…. for now I’ll stick to my cannot-be-trumped livingroom dance parties. you know, the ones I throw myself if no one else feels so inclined {or leaves the room, whatevs}. I think I’m destined to be a YouTube sensation.
Tara!!! You are my KINDRED!!! Maybe someday we’ll get our living room dance on together!!!
Love,
E
yes!! a real life mama dance, dance revolution.
You ARE the coolest mom ever!!! I loved seeing your face and hearing your voice… TRUE beauty!
Hi Julie!!!!! It’s so good to see your gorgeous face here!!! You just made my morning.
I hope you are doing so well . . .
Love you so,
Erika
Two and a half minutes of JOY! I think you just might be the coolest mom in the world after all.
(Our version of rip-sticking is twirling in tutus–I like to remind my husband that he is responsible for producing two little girls–but goodness. Have you ever tried keeping up with a four-year-old whose favorite band is Dropkick Murphys? I’m one sore mama too.)
Dropkick Murphy’s?!?!?! Oh my-LANTA!!! “I’M SHIPPING UP TO BOSTON, WHOOOOA OOOOOHHHH . . . TO FIND MY WOODEN LEG!!!!” I think I’ve lost my voice singing to that song! Ha!
Clearly we are sore together! Love it, love it, love it!!!
Erika
You should have seen my parents’ faces when we were at a basketball game together, “Shipping Out to Boston” came on, and Sophie began shimmying for all she was worth. “IT’S MY FAVORITE SONG EVER!” she screeched over the crowd, at which point my mother may have actually died.
P.S. – I wish we could get together for a playdate. WISH.
That mental image made me laugh out loud. Goodness, I PAY to see moments like those!
Yeah, and never mind the kids . . .You and I would have our OWN awesome play date!
Wishing,
Erika
P.S. My husband is Texas born, Dallas to be specific. You?
this. . . is fantastic! you rock, mama! i can imagine the bruises. the pain. but then, i was sore for the better part of a week for doing too many pelvis moves with my girls to the tunes on Just Dance 3. i kept sayin’, “you girls need to MOVE more!” maybe they were just a wee bit smarter than i??? but it felt good to show ‘em up a bit
what we do for vanity!
love ya,
steph
I LOVE these windows, Steph!!! If I was with you, girl I would be MOVE-ing my pelvis right with ya!!!
Love you back,
Erika
My little man is only 10 months old, but I seriously get this, I get the need to put yourself out there and be a bit fearless and crazy. I’ve already started doing things outside of my comfort zone {my zone has been rather large!} because I want to join him in all the fun, not just sit and wait and say ‘be careful!’
To hell with careful and comfort and a life with no bruises!
Rock on Mama!
xo.
This post is 2 comment worthy, it made my day, seriously, this is the kinda inspiring I needed this morning. Thanks for sharing, Erika.
{And I’m just saying, you make it look good, honey, real good!}
Gaaaaaahhh!!! I’m so glad to be a part of your day in a “happy” way!!!
Love you darlin’,
E
I have a totally different problem – I am a country girl married to a closet woodsman, with one daughter after my own heart and two I couldn’t hardly even describe, they are so different from me. In this land of girls (from my home of brothers, growing up), I have to be “pretty” and my goodness, sometimes I long for some dudeness!! I have one son as my last and I look forward to rough-and-tumbling with him as he gets older. At 4, we already cut up some ice on hockey skates this year and it was all kinds of fun!
You look GREAT on that Ripstick! And I love the one who’s going a mile a minute – he reminds me of my 3rd, Amelia.
Different worlds indeed!!! My goodness! I grew up on hockey skates, so you and me? We can “hang” together and get our “dudeness” ON!!!
Love You,
Erika
I was never, ever a ‘cool’ mom. Too out of shape. But I did have fun, on occasion. :>) And I was full of innuendoes. Still am, come to think of it. :>)
HA!!! You AND your innuendos can STAY, Diana!
Love,
Me