A good portion of my life has been spent playing the piano for everyone else's diva moments. Now it's my turn. I invite you to accompany ME through my life's diva and, well, not so diva-like moments. It'll be entertaining. Promise.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

A Red Day

"On bright red days how good it feels to be a horse and kick my heels."
                                          -My Many Colored Days by Dr. Seuss

I have two words.

1.  Blood
2.  Ketchup

Both ended up on various parts of the mall floor, school cafeteria table, boy's shirt, boy's shorts, boy's arm, my shorts and mall bathroom floor. 

Did you know that ketchup is a good substitue for paint?  My boy taught me that today in his sister's school cafeteria whilst I was busily bouncing baby on one knee while handing out the contents of three happy meals and breaking open two toys.  (No, I didn't need my toy.  Yet.)  I look over and he is attentively fingerpainting the ketchup all over his arm.  Luckily, I catch it before he gets it on his or my clothes.  That happens later after he has it on his hands.  But that's OK, because it matches perfectly with the dried blood from his bloody nose 2 hours earlier at the mall.  Smart boy, he knows how to keep his colors matching.  All I need now is some red dye and we'll have a brand new shirt.

Yes, there are many different colored days Dr. Seuss, and although there was no horses or kicking involved, ours was definitely a red day. 


  1. Sounds like an...'interesting' birthday present from your little man. At least he did what he could for you! LOVE YOU!

  2. Look at this cute new blog!! I love the idea of a blog dedicated to your inner diva. And thank you for your very kind words over at my place. I can honestly say I've never been called the 'cheerleader of the blogging world' before. Yep. That was a first!