Duh....it is a crawmom!!

Good afternoon folks-


I thought about what I should post to my new blog that would be interesting and fun and entice you to continue reading and coming back for more stories and of course, a funny story from my precocious kid, Spencer, came to mind. I shared a tidbit of the story with my facebook friends but can go into a little more detail on the blog.


I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do.


On August 16, 2011, Spencer was discussing the adventures of his day as a young camper at Camp Hanes. He and the other group of young men had been playing in the lake most of the day and stumbled across several crawdads. 


Spencer carefully described the excitement he and his fellow campers had with their new discovery especially when they realized they had found a crawmom. 


Yes, a crawmom...Chances are you have never heard about a crawmom till now. 


I listened to Spencer as he described their find and how some of the boys were afraid to touch the crawdads because they may get pinched. He even discussed how one kid fell in the water and how the other campers laughed inappropriately. 


Side note - I will blog about the day I discussed inappropriate laughter with Spencer at a later date.


Spencer proceeded to detail their find and finally the little jewel that will be the purpose of my blog and hopefully remain in my memory bank for years to come.


Spencer said he and the other campers had found a crawmom. I stopped his story and asked him what he meant by a crawmom. 


Spencer stopped his story with a slight huff and looked at me with his wise old eyes of age 7 and said; "a crawmom, mom." I repeated; "a crawmom?" I added; "there is no such thing as a crawmom only a crawdad." 


Again, total disgust was written on the face of my wise old 7 year old son and the disgust was aimed at me for being so dumb at 40 years of age. I don't know how I have gotten this far in life without Spencer explaining life to me. :)


Spencer sighed a big sigh and proceeded to say "Mom, it was not a crawdad because it was giving birth which means it was a crawmom." "Duh!" 


The "Duh" was followed by the lovely eye roll but I couldn't help but laugh and think it was the cutest thing I remember hearing in a while so I overlooked the whole Duh and eye roll and couldn't wait to share the crawmom story with my friends. 


Without skipping a beat, Spencer finished his story of the campers finding crawdad's and a crawmom that was giving birth to a new crawdad or maybe I should say crawbaby since apparently none of us know the sex of the new crawdad/mom/ baby. 


After the story, Spencer smiled a genuine smile and gave me a hug and said he was glad he was able to witness such a cool event and thanked me for sending him to Camp Hanes.


I have to thank Spencer for that moment which was worth the money I had to pay to send Spencer to camp for the week because it is the "duh, it was giving birth so it is a crawmom" moment that is what life is all about and I am very thankful.


So...get out there and find some crawmoms!
Rhonda 

Here goes nothing.....

Well, here goes nothing.... 

My name is Rhonda.

I have been toying around with the idea of writing a blog for quite some time. As a child, I often thought about writing and considered writing a book about my pet bunny. Since I chose a totally different path for my career and ended up as a social worker for the elderly and disabled, I thought why not blog so I can write as a hobby.


At first, I really could not decide what I should include in my blog. Several of my ideas were as follows: a blog about my weight loss journey, a blog about stress or how to avoid it by being a positive person, a blog about being a single mom to a fantastic son who has so many adventures that make me and my friends laugh that I feel the need to share with others, a blog about who to avoid when dating which includes my future book title of "Dating Around the Dinner Table" and my new hobby, a blog about coupons and how to save money since my kid is going to be a giant and I will not be able to afford to feed him or buy his shoes without learning the grocery game but I just couldn't decide which storyline deserved to be in my blog so I am just going to write about all of it. 

You are about to enter the blog which will consist of the Life and Times of One Groovy Chick and her bomb diggity kid! I hope you enjoy it!