*sigh* Once again, forgot to do this on Friday. Oh well. I'm just going to skip the standard weekend question at the end.
1. I'm stubborn, I'm logical, I don't like to lie
2. Why do I have hips and not boobs?
3. How does this confangled thing work anyway?
4. Every morning I put slippers on my feet.
5. I consider myself lucky because my son naturally happy.
6. One day we'll see each other again.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
F-16 in Your Pants
This is something I was forwarded via email. Supposedly it is an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to an American company regarding their feminine products and PC Magazine named it their 2007 Editor's Choice for best webmail letter.
(ok, so its not exactly current but it is still too funny not to share)
Dear Mr. Thatcher,
I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants . . which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words:
'Have a Happy Period.'
Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong'.
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep.
Always.
Best,
Wendi
Austin , TX
(ok, so its not exactly current but it is still too funny not to share)
Dear Mr. Thatcher,
I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants . . which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words:
'Have a Happy Period.'
Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong'.
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep.
Always.
Best,
Wendi
Austin , TX
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Hold this, please.
Warning: This is one of those gross parenting posts.
It started out as a happy trip to the furniture store. We were about to order some new master bedroom furniture. Finally, making the upgrade from childhood furniture, yes mine and my husband's, and hand-me-downs to real, quality furniture. A dresser for me and the tall drawer-chest-thing for the hubby. We inspected and measured the pieces a few days prior and now I was back, with 3-year-old in tow and my 50% off coupon to purchase! Yay!
The little guy happily checked out the play area while I talked to the sales guy. As I waited for my copy the various paperwork my little guy whispers to me.
"Mommy, I found dis." he says while holding what looks like a dark marble.
My standard mommy response: *shrug*"Ok. What is it?"
Still whispering he says "I dink it poop." (I think it is poop)
Shocked and hoping no one else heard him say poop I go over to investigate. Now here comes one of those dumb why-do-we-do-that reflects similar to when a friend eats/drinks something and when it doesn't taste right says "Ew, this is gross. Taste it." and we do! My son says "see mommy" and I *gasp* put out my hand and let him put it in! *shutter* My only thought was at least I got it away from him!
Apparently he underestimated the power behind a toot (our polite word for fart) and, well, pooped out one perfect little poop-marble. And it either shimmied its way out of his pant leg or he felt something in his pants and stuck his hand in then pulled it out. Ok, he fessed up to the latter but I much prefer to think it was the former. Thank God I had a tissue in my purse so I didn't have to carry it out of the store!!
What to see a picture?! - eeww gross, not of that!!
Here is the stock picture of the furniture in the website. Maybe after it gets delivered and I straighten up our room I'll take a picture of it in our room.
It started out as a happy trip to the furniture store. We were about to order some new master bedroom furniture. Finally, making the upgrade from childhood furniture, yes mine and my husband's, and hand-me-downs to real, quality furniture. A dresser for me and the tall drawer-chest-thing for the hubby. We inspected and measured the pieces a few days prior and now I was back, with 3-year-old in tow and my 50% off coupon to purchase! Yay!
The little guy happily checked out the play area while I talked to the sales guy. As I waited for my copy the various paperwork my little guy whispers to me.
"Mommy, I found dis." he says while holding what looks like a dark marble.
My standard mommy response: *shrug*"Ok. What is it?"
Still whispering he says "I dink it poop." (I think it is poop)
Shocked and hoping no one else heard him say poop I go over to investigate. Now here comes one of those dumb why-do-we-do-that reflects similar to when a friend eats/drinks something and when it doesn't taste right says "Ew, this is gross. Taste it." and we do! My son says "see mommy" and I *gasp* put out my hand and let him put it in! *shutter* My only thought was at least I got it away from him!
Apparently he underestimated the power behind a toot (our polite word for fart) and, well, pooped out one perfect little poop-marble. And it either shimmied its way out of his pant leg or he felt something in his pants and stuck his hand in then pulled it out. Ok, he fessed up to the latter but I much prefer to think it was the former. Thank God I had a tissue in my purse so I didn't have to carry it out of the store!!
What to see a picture?! - eeww gross, not of that!!
Here is the stock picture of the furniture in the website. Maybe after it gets delivered and I straighten up our room I'll take a picture of it in our room.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Good Riddance List
I recently read this novel called Good Grief by Lolly Winston. I won’t bother trying to explain the premise of the book because; well I really am not good at it. But in the book, the main character, Sophie mentions a ritual she and her best friend Ruth concocted in college to help get over boyfriends.
They create a Good Riddance List .
Now, I would love to insert the quote from the book explain the Good Riddance List but alas I returned the book to the library before I remember I wanted to create a list of my own.
Here goes my own explanation. A "good bye" and "I don't need you" to someone. Make a list of person-in-question’s habits that annoyed / repulsed you or ways that, in hind sight, said person was not good for you. Now in the book they did this for boyfriends and ex-husbands but I’m thinking this is a great idea for any person or “it” you want out of your life.
My person is an ex friend. I don’t want to go into explanation. We haven’t spoken in 2 years and I’ve decided I don’t miss her as much as I miss the principle of her. The best friend. And yet, someone told me she too has a Facebook account which I find myself periodically checking to see……to see what? What she’s doing? If she is ok? If she is having more fun then me? WHATEVER!!! I need it to stop! So here comes my
GOOD RIDDANCE LIST
1. You were bitter. You started out a little bitter and as years passed it grew into your core.
2. Your bitterness was infectious.
3. You became horribly depressed and deep down, you did not want to be saved though you blame people for not trying hard enough to save you.
4. Your depression became infectious.
5. You had NO FAITH. None! Not in God, or some other higher being; not in people; not in karma; nothing. You had faith in nothing!
6. You expected the worse and thrived on the bad outcome with an I told you so moment.
7. The grass was always greener in someone else’s yard but no one had it as bad as you. Poor, poor you. The world had done you wrong and you reveled in it.
8. You refused to even try to get past the things that happen in life.
9. You didn’t learn from life.
10. You didn’t believe in change and despised people when they did change. People evolve! Get over it!
11. You always had to be right even when you were so wrong.
12. You always had to argue.
13. You really couldn’t trust anyone.
14. You wouldn’t grow up.
15. You always picked them over me.
16. You secretly resented that I didn’t want to run your life like they did.
17. You shut me out when I was supposed to be there for you
18. Life revolved around you and you alone.
19. You made me pity you. You wanted people to pity you.
20. You made her hate me before she died. That really hurt.
21. You projected your hate of the disease at me.
22. You didn’t try to stay friends.
23. You insulted my kid.
24. You blamed me for things that were not my fault
26. You lied
27. You were manipulative.
28. You were a brat
29. You complain you don’t have a boyfriend and yet you put no effort into your appearance before leaving the house, walk around with a scowl on your face and wouldn’t give a guy the time of day if he ask unless he was Brad Pitt.
30 You made me doubt myself. Doubt the kind of friend I am and strive to be.
31. You wanted/expected other people to make your decisions. Live your own life, not the life someone else tells you to live.
I reserve the right to update this post at any time.
They create a Good Riddance List .
Now, I would love to insert the quote from the book explain the Good Riddance List but alas I returned the book to the library before I remember I wanted to create a list of my own.
Here goes my own explanation. A "good bye" and "I don't need you" to someone. Make a list of person-in-question’s habits that annoyed / repulsed you or ways that, in hind sight, said person was not good for you. Now in the book they did this for boyfriends and ex-husbands but I’m thinking this is a great idea for any person or “it” you want out of your life.
My person is an ex friend. I don’t want to go into explanation. We haven’t spoken in 2 years and I’ve decided I don’t miss her as much as I miss the principle of her. The best friend. And yet, someone told me she too has a Facebook account which I find myself periodically checking to see……to see what? What she’s doing? If she is ok? If she is having more fun then me? WHATEVER!!! I need it to stop! So here comes my
GOOD RIDDANCE LIST
1. You were bitter. You started out a little bitter and as years passed it grew into your core.
2. Your bitterness was infectious.
3. You became horribly depressed and deep down, you did not want to be saved though you blame people for not trying hard enough to save you.
4. Your depression became infectious.
5. You had NO FAITH. None! Not in God, or some other higher being; not in people; not in karma; nothing. You had faith in nothing!
6. You expected the worse and thrived on the bad outcome with an I told you so moment.
7. The grass was always greener in someone else’s yard but no one had it as bad as you. Poor, poor you. The world had done you wrong and you reveled in it.
8. You refused to even try to get past the things that happen in life.
9. You didn’t learn from life.
10. You didn’t believe in change and despised people when they did change. People evolve! Get over it!
11. You always had to be right even when you were so wrong.
12. You always had to argue.
13. You really couldn’t trust anyone.
14. You wouldn’t grow up.
15. You always picked them over me.
16. You secretly resented that I didn’t want to run your life like they did.
17. You shut me out when I was supposed to be there for you
18. Life revolved around you and you alone.
19. You made me pity you. You wanted people to pity you.
20. You made her hate me before she died. That really hurt.
21. You projected your hate of the disease at me.
22. You didn’t try to stay friends.
23. You insulted my kid.
24. You blamed me for things that were not my fault
26. You lied
27. You were manipulative.
28. You were a brat
29. You complain you don’t have a boyfriend and yet you put no effort into your appearance before leaving the house, walk around with a scowl on your face and wouldn’t give a guy the time of day if he ask unless he was Brad Pitt.
30 You made me doubt myself. Doubt the kind of friend I am and strive to be.
31. You wanted/expected other people to make your decisions. Live your own life, not the life someone else tells you to live.
I reserve the right to update this post at any time.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Fill-In Friday, err umm, Sunday
I'm a putz. I've been looking forward to Friday so I could do the next installment of Fill-In Fridays and what did I do? Forgot about it until Sunday. Duh! Oh well. Fill-in-the-blanks can still be fun on Sunday too.
1. Give me cookies and I'll be your friend.
2. Whenever whatever
3. I wish very rarely.
4. My make-it-yourself yogurt parfeit was the last thing I ate that was utterly delicious.
5. To live in this world is a blessing.
6. Other than this, Sarah's is the last blog I commented on.
(little late for this question so I will update as I go)
7. And as for the weekend, Saturday I went to a wine tasting party, today we went furniture shopping, and tonight I'm looking forward to doing some reading.
1. Give me cookies and I'll be your friend.
2. Whenever whatever
3. I wish very rarely.
4. My make-it-yourself yogurt parfeit was the last thing I ate that was utterly delicious.
5. To live in this world is a blessing.
6. Other than this, Sarah's is the last blog I commented on.
(little late for this question so I will update as I go)
7. And as for the weekend, Saturday I went to a wine tasting party, today we went furniture shopping, and tonight I'm looking forward to doing some reading.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Kids still pass those out?!
My son has been sick so I’ve kept him home from school the past few weeks (nursery school). Last week someone from school called to check on him last me and thankfully reminded to bring non-specific (AKA don’t put names on them) valentines for all his classmates. The Valentines Day party was scheduled for last Thursday.
Craaap! Really?!
So out I go, the day before the Valentine’s Day party to look for little kid valentines. I had not yet even decided if he was well enough to go back to school, so I run to CVS down the street and bought whatever they had. Luckily they had some cute little CARS cards.
Wait, there are only 8 cards in a pack and 2 of them have the girl car on them. Shit. I never really noticed any girls in my sons nursery school class.
Really, I remember the director saying on the first day there was an unusual number of boys in my son’s class.
Ok, think…..Oh! There is the cute little girl with the glass! So cute! There must be at least one more girl……
I would try asking my son how many girls are in his class but let’s be serious, he barely remembers their names.
*sigh* Just buy two packs. I know there are at least 12 kinds in his class anyway.
My instructions were to not address the cards to specific kids so instead I just put a G in the corner of the girl cards. Would a little 3 year old boy want a Sally card? Well my son ended up missing the party. Still too sick. Today was his first day back at school. YAY! We’ve been driving each other nuts. When I picked him up he had a bag full of goodies that they made for him at the party. First thing we did when we got home is dig out all the candy. Ha! Thought I was going to say look at the cards, didn’t you. Nope. I had point out there were cards.
Wow I think as I start going through the cards I’m the lazy mom. Great.
I brought in the cards we bought in case the teacher still wanted to hand them out. Our little 2x2 card with nothing special besides my sons name in the from section. All the cards my son got……every freakin’ one of them had some sort of treat attached to them, one of those lollipop rings, a couple boxes of the stupid little hearts, heart lollipop, gummy-something-or-other, and microwave popcorn. Someone actually built a card around individual bags of microwave popcorn! Can you believe that?! And what did I do? Instead of licking the envelopes I put a sticker on the back. I thought I was being so creative. I’ve got a lot to learn.
Craaap! Really?!
So out I go, the day before the Valentine’s Day party to look for little kid valentines. I had not yet even decided if he was well enough to go back to school, so I run to CVS down the street and bought whatever they had. Luckily they had some cute little CARS cards.
Wait, there are only 8 cards in a pack and 2 of them have the girl car on them. Shit. I never really noticed any girls in my sons nursery school class.
Really, I remember the director saying on the first day there was an unusual number of boys in my son’s class.
Ok, think…..Oh! There is the cute little girl with the glass! So cute! There must be at least one more girl……
I would try asking my son how many girls are in his class but let’s be serious, he barely remembers their names.
*sigh* Just buy two packs. I know there are at least 12 kinds in his class anyway.
My instructions were to not address the cards to specific kids so instead I just put a G in the corner of the girl cards. Would a little 3 year old boy want a Sally card? Well my son ended up missing the party. Still too sick. Today was his first day back at school. YAY! We’ve been driving each other nuts. When I picked him up he had a bag full of goodies that they made for him at the party. First thing we did when we got home is dig out all the candy. Ha! Thought I was going to say look at the cards, didn’t you. Nope. I had point out there were cards.
Wow I think as I start going through the cards I’m the lazy mom. Great.
I brought in the cards we bought in case the teacher still wanted to hand them out. Our little 2x2 card with nothing special besides my sons name in the from section. All the cards my son got……every freakin’ one of them had some sort of treat attached to them, one of those lollipop rings, a couple boxes of the stupid little hearts, heart lollipop, gummy-something-or-other, and microwave popcorn. Someone actually built a card around individual bags of microwave popcorn! Can you believe that?! And what did I do? Instead of licking the envelopes I put a sticker on the back. I thought I was being so creative. I’ve got a lot to learn.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
I just came across this Fill-In thing on Brandi's blog. I think the ritual is for Friday's but I'm a sucker for a survey or fill-in-the-blank. So here goes.
1. Please don't tell I peek at ex friends blog to see what they are doing.
2. Can you not pee first thing in the morning?
3. The color white makes me want to throw paint on the wall!
4. I have a craving for whatever will make my sinus headache go away.
5. If my life had a pause button, I'd pause it when I start loosing my cool with my kid, get control again.
6. Eyes are the key to a lie.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to watching whatever the hell I want, tomorrow my plans include nothing and Sunday, I want to still do nothing since I didn't do this on Friday, but rather on Saturday!
To follow along with the Friday Fill-Ins go to:
http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/
1. Please don't tell I peek at ex friends blog to see what they are doing.
2. Can you not pee first thing in the morning?
3. The color white makes me want to throw paint on the wall!
4. I have a craving for whatever will make my sinus headache go away.
5. If my life had a pause button, I'd pause it when I start loosing my cool with my kid, get control again.
6. Eyes are the key to a lie.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to watching whatever the hell I want, tomorrow my plans include nothing and Sunday, I want to still do nothing since I didn't do this on Friday, but rather on Saturday!
To follow along with the Friday Fill-Ins go to:
http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Jeffery Dean Morgan oh how I love thee; let me count the ways.......
To hell with the poetry, I had a yummy yet odd dream about, well the yummy and dreamy JDM last night. And isn't the point of a blog to share odd things with potential strangers and Internet friends?
So there I was in or near my early elementary school in a world about to be blown up by some strange alien bomb. No, really. And I was trying to decide who I was most smitten with, some dude who was nameless to me and actually a little androgynous (sp) and *breathy sigh* Jeffery Dean Morgan. I went to check out nameless dude first. Well I barley got through the conversation when I said very dramatic-like,
"I can't do this. You're not the guy for me"
And I ran to find JDM. During all this time people are hurrying to find the key to stop the alien bomb. I find JDM and he is happy to see me. In the process of finding our way to each other in a junk pile, not to be confused with a garbage pile this was more like a pile of funky antiquey-stuff, we stumbled across the key to the alien bomb. Together we put the key in its proper place and found a stable pile to look into each other's eyes and profess our lust. And just in case they key isn't the right one we start smoochin. Real slow and yummy-like. The kind of smoochin' that makes you dizzy.
Some schmuck interrupts us panicked over the fate of the world. We tell him we've found the key but of course no one believes us. Finally the bomb ticks to zero and nothing happens. Well not to the bomb anyway. *wink wink* Satisfied by our saving the world, JDM and I sneak off to start our life together......then I wake up.
DAMN IT!
Oh, JDM......be still my heart. Alas I am married. You really shouldn't be visiting me in my dreams. What will my husband thing. This should really stop.
Oh, my!
You're frightening me, JDM!
You don't look like your charming self. I'm thinking this will help get you out of my dreams.
Apparently JDM has just finished production on a Superhero-type of movie called Watchmen . I'm thinking it will light up a whole new side of *breathy sigh* Jeffery Dean Morgan.
Monday, February 9, 2009
*sigh* I'm bored.
The kid is in bed almost sleeping.
The hubby is in bed and sick.
And I'm awake and bored.
It is only 9 pm after all!
*sigh* Its times like these when I miss having that single, you-can-call-me-just-to-gab girlfriend. Had one once. She's gone. Bitter one she was. Happier without her, sort of. Let's not talk about it. Shouldn't dwell. And yet, I don't miss her. She was always so bitter and unhappy. She had some real reasons to be but you reach a point where having someone like that in your live just drags you down too. Simpathetic bitterness and depression. Good times.
So where was I? Oh yeah. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.
Watching TNT's The Closer. Good show but....you guessed it. Still bored
*sigh* What a boring post this will be.
I'm back, updating this post. I just had to say that I'm not even paying that much attention to The Closer but even I can tell that the lawyer is too shady to NOT be involved! Open your eyes Priority Homicide!
The kid is in bed almost sleeping.
The hubby is in bed and sick.
And I'm awake and bored.
It is only 9 pm after all!
*sigh* Its times like these when I miss having that single, you-can-call-me-just-to-gab girlfriend. Had one once. She's gone. Bitter one she was. Happier without her, sort of. Let's not talk about it. Shouldn't dwell. And yet, I don't miss her. She was always so bitter and unhappy. She had some real reasons to be but you reach a point where having someone like that in your live just drags you down too. Simpathetic bitterness and depression. Good times.
So where was I? Oh yeah. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.
Watching TNT's The Closer. Good show but....you guessed it. Still bored
*sigh* What a boring post this will be.
I'm back, updating this post. I just had to say that I'm not even paying that much attention to The Closer but even I can tell that the lawyer is too shady to NOT be involved! Open your eyes Priority Homicide!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Somebody besides me thinks I'm funny!
To quote Sally Field, "You like me! Your really like me!"
Thank you Thauna for passing this award on to me. Thauna's Blog - Silly Fluff n' Stuff
I'm enthralled by this award because when I start a blog, only a few weeks ago, it was supposed to be a place to toss my thoughts out of my head, they need to get out sometimes, and I never dreamed I'd have followers let alone people who really liked my log. Ok, I hope there would be someone out there laughing at my random sh*t. I'm learning a lot and meeting some wonderful people.
Thank you Thauna for passing this award on to me. Thauna's Blog - Silly Fluff n' Stuff
I'm enthralled by this award because when I start a blog, only a few weeks ago, it was supposed to be a place to toss my thoughts out of my head, they need to get out sometimes, and I never dreamed I'd have followers let alone people who really liked my log. Ok, I hope there would be someone out there laughing at my random sh*t. I'm learning a lot and meeting some wonderful people.
The Proximity award is for blogs which: "...invest and believe in Proximity; Nearness in space, time and relationships. These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and to be friends. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to 8 bloggers, who must then chose 8 more and include this text into the body of their award."
Personally, I don't like stuff that says you have to send this to x number of people. I prefer to break that rule, too much pressure. Deliver the award to however many people you like.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Bucket
I will admit it my 3 year son learned a few of the dreaded swear words relatively early. And yes, I can admit that it’s because I could curb my use of them when angry enough. But by 3 he was “old enough” for me to explain to him that certain words are bad words. Only grown-ups can use bad words and its not very nice when they do.
He got the message and stop muttering things like “F*ckin’ marker won’t work” under his breath. FYI – apparently I mutter f*ckin’ (fill in appropriate object of annoyance here) under my breath a lot. But now, he has taken to making up his own swear words. He won’t admit that is what he is doing but, well, a mom can tell. Case in point, here is a conversation between myself and my adorably annoying (he is 3, just being honest) 3 year old son.
[mommy working on her laptop.]
[Alright!! I was checking my Facebook. Quit buggin’ me]
[son begins driving motorcycle toy on mommy’s laptop]
Me: “Please stop touching my laptop.” (said firm but nice-ish. It’d been a long day)
3yr Old: “I no touchin it. Da modadyle is.” (translation, I not touching it. The motorcycle is.)
Me: “Please take your motorcycle off my laptop.” (said more firmly, less nice-ish)
3yr Old: (ignores mommy. Friggin’ standard lately!!! Major pet peeve for mommy!)
Me: “get your motorcycle off my laptop!” (no nice-ish, just anger)
3yr Old: (groans in annoyance and mutters) “Bucket” (emphasis on the Ba sound. Sound familiar to anyone?)
Me: “what did you say?”
3yr Old: “Bucket” (in same tone)
Me: “I don’t like they way you are saying that.”
3yr Old: “wha?” (innocence peaking through)
Me: “I think you are using in place of a bad word. I don’t like it!”
3yr Old: (shaking his head in defense and shrugging his shoulders in that cute way he does). “No. A bucket is dumdin you put dand in.” Translation: A bucket is something you put sand in.(said with complete 3 year old innocence and walks away)
Me: (left fuming and banging head on table)
He got the message and stop muttering things like “F*ckin’ marker won’t work” under his breath. FYI – apparently I mutter f*ckin’ (fill in appropriate object of annoyance here) under my breath a lot. But now, he has taken to making up his own swear words. He won’t admit that is what he is doing but, well, a mom can tell. Case in point, here is a conversation between myself and my adorably annoying (he is 3, just being honest) 3 year old son.
[mommy working on her laptop.]
[Alright!! I was checking my Facebook. Quit buggin’ me]
[son begins driving motorcycle toy on mommy’s laptop]
Me: “Please stop touching my laptop.” (said firm but nice-ish. It’d been a long day)
3yr Old: “I no touchin it. Da modadyle is.” (translation, I not touching it. The motorcycle is.)
Me: “Please take your motorcycle off my laptop.” (said more firmly, less nice-ish)
3yr Old: (ignores mommy. Friggin’ standard lately!!! Major pet peeve for mommy!)
Me: “get your motorcycle off my laptop!” (no nice-ish, just anger)
3yr Old: (groans in annoyance and mutters) “Bucket” (emphasis on the Ba sound. Sound familiar to anyone?)
Me: “what did you say?”
3yr Old: “Bucket” (in same tone)
Me: “I don’t like they way you are saying that.”
3yr Old: “wha?” (innocence peaking through)
Me: “I think you are using in place of a bad word. I don’t like it!”
3yr Old: (shaking his head in defense and shrugging his shoulders in that cute way he does). “No. A bucket is dumdin you put dand in.” Translation: A bucket is something you put sand in.(said with complete 3 year old innocence and walks away)
Me: (left fuming and banging head on table)
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Do You Spy? Tell the truth........
Alright people out there in blogger-world peering at my blog which, lets face it, is to some degree spying. Or perhaps it is more like voyeerism with a some sort of consent? Whichever, I have a question for all of your....
Do you spy on former friends, neighbors or ex's on places like Facebook and My Space?
Of course I am asking because I am as guilty as the rest of you probably are. I want to reassure myself I am not the only one doing it!!! So here is my basic, as vague as possible story. A former good friend has a FB account. I honestly did not look for FGF but a mutual friend, who rarely hears from said friend, mentioned she stumbled across the profile. I did my best to ignore temptation but I caved after awhile. I didn't look at the profile but rather the "friends in common" list. Why? Because I don't want her peering into my life without me knowing it. If I know what friends we have in common then I know how or by who she could come across some of my stupid musings and status updates. Like they are so important or private that it would ruin me if she read them. How stupid! I know.
But come on, I am not the only on out there doing it. Fess up! Pleeeeaaaaasse.
Do you spy on former friends, neighbors or ex's on places like Facebook and My Space?
Of course I am asking because I am as guilty as the rest of you probably are. I want to reassure myself I am not the only one doing it!!! So here is my basic, as vague as possible story. A former good friend has a FB account. I honestly did not look for FGF but a mutual friend, who rarely hears from said friend, mentioned she stumbled across the profile. I did my best to ignore temptation but I caved after awhile. I didn't look at the profile but rather the "friends in common" list. Why? Because I don't want her peering into my life without me knowing it. If I know what friends we have in common then I know how or by who she could come across some of my stupid musings and status updates. Like they are so important or private that it would ruin me if she read them. How stupid! I know.
But come on, I am not the only on out there doing it. Fess up! Pleeeeaaaaasse.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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