05.16.08 - Fridge Friday

Alrighty folks. There’s the fridge. I am feeling uninspired. This state of uninspiration has been exacerbated by a very long, but very nice day… further exacerbated by the fact I must wake up at the butt-crack of dawn to do an 11 mile training run… and I wonder what devil hath besieged my good sense.

The house is falling apart (dishes, laundry, general organization that aids in sanity), and tomorrow will be an equally busy, yet wonderful day… so will the next day. And here on a Friday night I already worry if the children will have clean clothes for school on Monday - yet I am blogging. Priorities - ehh?

This brings me to a question - would anyone like to be a guest fridge next week? Or the next? Or the next? My fridge always has milk and various leftovers. Occasionally, one will find time, a crown, or treasures… but really… It’s fun to change things up… remember last week? That was fun!

Because One Can Never Laugh Enough…

OK, if you have issues with incontinence - either go empty your bladder or put on a pair of Depends…

*waiting…whistling*

Ya ready? A special thank you to Derfwad Manor for introducing me to this video. It makes my abs muscles seize-up every time I watch it. 

As if that isn’t enough… You MUST watch this one too. It is short, and if your humor is at all off-kilter like mine… just watch:

 

Through the Eyes of a 3 Year Old

I chose to wear a skirt today (nothing fancy, a sweatpant-material skirt). The weather people promised sun. But when I awoke this morning… no sun.

***Now, I have been faithfully applying my Jergens Natural Glow lotion (also clinically proven to firm skin! *sha-right*) to hide my pasty Pacific Northwest whiteness… I have been anticipating the day the sun would shine. It is May after all… Crimony! I believed if I just wore the skirt and showed my artificially tannish legs - the power of the two would make the sun burn away the gray clouds. After a number of chilly-legged hours this a.m… the power of my skirt and the glow of my legs burned away the chill and gloom! Yay Me!***

Upon seeing my bare legs for the first time in, oh, her memory (she’s only 3)… she said, “I don’t like that girt (skirt) Mama.”

“What?” I paused… dare I ask? I dared. *cringing…eye twitching*

“Why?” I asked aloud, and inside my head I pleaded, “Please don’t say I look gross, please don’t say my legs look disgusting….”

Lucy answered, “Because ore (your) naked.” 

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I do not take many showers alone. C’mon folks - I have a 3 year old daughter! She often strips down, tells me she needs a shower too, breaks out the scrubber brush and cleans my shower while I shower not alone. To her - the shower is Mommy’s territory. I do love me my shower and I work hard to make it happen almost everyday. Sure, there are better things I could be doing - like dishes or blogging, but this girl needs to get her shower on. I’m nicer that way.

Just had to set the stage… Now, Daddy usually gets alone shower time. We all are most comfortable with that, but if one has ever met a 3-year-old, one is aware of the fact that boundaries are not an innate character trait in these littlest of people.

One recent morning, Lucy decided to check on Daddy - in the shower. She said,

Are you taking Mommy’s shower?

That’s my girl - protecting Mommy’s territory from the yucky boys.

Confession: I Don’t Sew

I use this:

I have sewn… There was the awful 4-H-green and white dress I made when I was 10ish (for 4-H)… And there was that one stress-filled week before Halloween of ‘02 where I made my 3-year-old son an astronaut suit. Like he cared. He won’t remember my pain, but I do… I do… I spent WAY more hard cold cash making it myself than just buying a way-cooler pre-made astronaut suit. Suffice it to say, the power cord on my very lovely, looks-like-I’m-a-serious-sewer sewing machine has not been plugged into the wall since. I do sew on buttons though *kicking and screaming*. Oh, and Awana patches. Well, last year anyway. My poor kids wore last year’s patches all this year. 

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I have done so many new and exciting things

since I got this nose ring. Really.

The first place my nose (Nosie) and I visited was the very exciting Land of Polka Dots!

Then we went to a theme park and I nearly lost my lunch on a roller coaster.

This is scarier than getting a nose pierced!

I. Am. Ridiculous.

Being the all-american girl that I am - I just HAD to take Nosie to visit Yosemite!

Look, Nosie, look! It’s a horse!

I’ve always wanted to visit the Eiffel Tower. Nosie thought it was a very romantic place.

Oh… this was precious - Nosie’s’ first sunset pierced. Awww…

Oh Nosie, look! There is a whole other world under the sea!

It’s an angel! And her nose is pierced too!

Yes, I have lost my mind. It’s so fun to watch someone lose one’s mind…

Kids are like…

ferrets. We had 2 ferrets before we had kids - Sport and Molly. Stinky animals - even though they were de-stinked. Anywho… We would find all sorts of treasures in and behind our couches, or tucked into the darkest recesses of our home. We had this one couch that had storage underneath - we’d find magazines and all sorts of surprises. 

I wish I had taken pictures of the back of my van today. For a moment I though I may have given birth to a flock barrel litter business of ferrets (Of. Stinkin’. Course. The collective noun for ferrets is - business! Not. Kidding… Why would it be anything else?) I found pairs and part-pairs of shoes, wands, fossilized chicken nuggets, scraps of paper, sippy *blech* cups, crayons, crumbs and more crumbs, jackets, shirts, socks, soccer jersey, used straws, markers, fast food toys, hair clips…. a virtual restaurant, preschool, and clothing store on wheels. Golly, one would think my kids leave the car naked with all the clothes I found stuffed here and there…

And that is why I think children are like ferrets. 

The end.

 

Happy Mother’s Day To ME!!!

Oh people. People! Why was my mother’s day happy? Well… for starters - if you have been here before you can see the BEAUTIMOUS changes on this here site. My very talented, creatively inspired, staying-up late to tweak and perfect, loving, adoring and cutie-pie husband… redesigned my site!

When I saw it - I tenderly touched my laptop screen, and squeak-whispered, “I luh her…”

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Make Me Laugh Monday

I was trying to figure out what I could post today. I came across a funny joke last night when I was scouring the humor category last night on Alltop.com. Wanna hear it?

What’s the difference between one yard and two yards?

A fence.

Ahahahahahahaha! BWAAAAHHHHhahahahaha! *slapping knee*

O.K. So. While I do believe I have a pretty good sense of humor, I MAY have a wee bit of “stupid” that peppers my outlook on all things funny. So, upon further consideration I decided I needed something MORE for Make Me Laugh Monday. True, this joke made ME laugh, but did it make YOU laugh?

Interestingly enough, my wonderful husband sent me a link to nerve.com which has posted the 50 Greatest Commercial Parodies of All Time. Ka-Ching!

Though the children need breakfast (read: a mother), I couldn’t keep myself from peeking through the list. Good Golly of All Things That Are Funny! There are certainly some parodies I would never post here… There are some I might, but probably shouldn’t… And then there is the one I have chosen for TODAY: Make Me Laugh Monday. It is one of my VERY. Favorites. Evah! EVAH! This one is not AS funny as the original SNL version (cuz the original featured Will Ferrell, and he be a funny, funny man), and sadly the original isn’t available. Regardless - watch this… If ever there were to be a Cookie Dough Sport Drink (I know…) - this would be the commercial…

 

Can you imagine? Can. You. Imagine?! This brings the issue of calorie replacement to a whole other level…

All The Mamas Say, “Heeeeey!!!!”

Do we have any Muthas in da howwwwwwwwws?

Happy Mother’s Day ladies!!! You are good enough… you are smart enough… and dog-done it… people like you! I know, sometimes it’s hard to tell the if the “little people” in your life like you, but they do. Actually, they LOVE you…

They love you so much they trust you to clean the poop off their butts, wipe their boogie’s, anti-bacterial-ize their owies, kiss their boo-boos, tie their shoes, comb their hair, brush their teeth, and carry their dead-heavy sleeping bodies a mile uphill in the snow… Your “little people” love you so much they let you cook all the meals, clean all the toilets, fold all the clothes, and vacuum all the fuzzies in the corner. They love you… they need you… they know you will be there. You may not be groomed, but that is one of the few things your “little people” actually NEED :) 

So… even especially if that laundry doesn’t get folded (or put away), if you don’t empty the dishwasher - ever, if your new car smells like french fries and sour milk, and you tend to forget to wash the soccer uniform that only gets worn once a week (therefore requiring your son to play in week-old two-games-worth-of sweat). You. Rock.

Mothers/Mommies/Mamas… Kudos! Applause! Take a Bow. It’s O.K. if you’re wearing slippers… even better if you’re wearing a mud-mask on your face or spit-up on your shoulder (or down your bra)…. Take a bow anyway - this is YOUR moment :) Heck - wave *wrist, wrist, elbow, elbow* and blow a few kisses while you’re at it.

May your week be what you need it to be. Amen.

There.

I posted. Dang that Blog365