I have a lot of posts in my drafts but I don't want to post them for some reason. So I'm just gonna do a free form sort of blog today.
Whatever pops into my mind is gonna get put in this post. That was your one and only warning.
I've been busy today making something that I'll show you next week. Or the week after. Whenever I feel like it? I dunno.
I did one and liked it. I did the next one and liked it. I sat and thought and didn't like the second one as much so I tore it up and re-did it. And now I like the second one better than the first and think maybe I should re do that one again too? No. I'm not. At some point my laziness wins out over my OCD.
I'm sitting here right now on my couch/love seat/sofa --- tangent. What do you call it? Is it a love seat? Couch? Sofa? It's the shorter version of the big couch. Okay, that's what I call the one...a couch. And I'm gonna say that I'm sitting on the love seat.
Anyway. Sitting here and I can hear my kids playing outside with this little jerk boy from down the road. He's not a bad kid. Really. But for some reason I want to scream when he's around. He tries to be the boss. You do this, I'll do that, this is how we're gonna play and so on.
Since having kids I think I'm more impatient with other kids. He's being a bossy little turd so I go out and tell the boys that they can play however they want and that he's not their boss. I know. Maybe that's shameful. I really don't care right now though.
At least I didn't smack him?
Have you seen the Wounded Warrior Project's commercials? They get me every time. Sobs.
Sometimes I think going to a shooting range and unloading a 9mm would be super fun. Don't psycho analyze me on that one.
For some reason I absolutely loathe the new Folger's commercial. It's the one where the chick is doing salsa dancing or something. I don't know why but I really wanna kick her.
Gas prices are pissing me off. There are so many things that could be done to ease the pain for us but they won't do it. And let's see...I don't trust that any politician can or will do anything about it either. And if someone **coughahemcouchobamacoughcough** tells me to go buy a smaller car or an electric/hybrid thingy (hello way to much freaking money) I might have to puke. Actually I was going to say something else but I don't want to get flagged by the FBI or anything. Again. <---. joke. Bet that would be a good story though!
Do parents of little boys not teach them how to use the toilet properly? My boys know how. I taught them how to pee and poop in the potty.
I've run across several little boys who do one of 3 things:
poop but don't wipe or flush.
poop, wipe, but don't flush.
or poop, wipe too much (hello tp party in the can) and don't flush.
I don't get it. Poop. Wipe. Flush. Wash.
Simple, right?
Uh oh. I heard the boys all yelling and I'm about to go get in the middle of it! Yay! I love yelling sometimes.
Haha. I just yelled at them to "Quit yelling!!" I love being completely ironic.
ps: Connie's giving away a cool memoir over on our Book Club Blog! Go check it out.
Whatever pops into my mind is gonna get put in this post. That was your one and only warning.
I've been busy today making something that I'll show you next week. Or the week after. Whenever I feel like it? I dunno.
I did one and liked it. I did the next one and liked it. I sat and thought and didn't like the second one as much so I tore it up and re-did it. And now I like the second one better than the first and think maybe I should re do that one again too? No. I'm not. At some point my laziness wins out over my OCD.
I'm sitting here right now on my couch/love seat/sofa --- tangent. What do you call it? Is it a love seat? Couch? Sofa? It's the shorter version of the big couch. Okay, that's what I call the one...a couch. And I'm gonna say that I'm sitting on the love seat.
Anyway. Sitting here and I can hear my kids playing outside with this little
Since having kids I think I'm more impatient with other kids. He's being a bossy little turd so I go out and tell the boys that they can play however they want and that he's not their boss. I know. Maybe that's shameful. I really don't care right now though.
At least I didn't smack him?
Have you seen the Wounded Warrior Project's commercials? They get me every time. Sobs.
Sometimes I think going to a shooting range and unloading a 9mm would be super fun. Don't psycho analyze me on that one.
For some reason I absolutely loathe the new Folger's commercial. It's the one where the chick is doing salsa dancing or something. I don't know why but I really wanna kick her.
Gas prices are pissing me off. There are so many things that could be done to ease the pain for us but they won't do it. And let's see...I don't trust that any politician can or will do anything about it either. And if someone **coughahemcouchobamacoughcough** tells me to go buy a smaller car or an electric/hybrid thingy (hello way to much freaking money) I might have to puke. Actually I was going to say something else but I don't want to get flagged by the FBI or anything. Again. <---. joke. Bet that would be a good story though!
Do parents of little boys not teach them how to use the toilet properly? My boys know how. I taught them how to pee and poop in the potty.
I've run across several little boys who do one of 3 things:
poop but don't wipe or flush.
poop, wipe, but don't flush.
or poop, wipe too much (hello tp party in the can) and don't flush.
I don't get it. Poop. Wipe. Flush. Wash.
Simple, right?
Uh oh. I heard the boys all yelling and I'm about to go get in the middle of it! Yay! I love yelling sometimes.
Haha. I just yelled at them to "Quit yelling!!" I love being completely ironic.
ps: Connie's giving away a cool memoir over on our Book Club Blog! Go check it out.
24 comments:
Awesome post. you make me laugh and yeah, i love the irony in yelling to quit yelling. rad!
There is a shooting range close to my house, you can come shoot with me. But bring a extra gun :)
So what do you call your couch when it's bigger than a loveseat, but still smaller than a regular couch?
Little girls are just as bad about flushing. Yuck. And some big girls, too....
i don't have a pooping issue with mine but i do have an issue with the whole peeing and missing thing i mean how hard can it be to aim and shoot
I hear you on the neighbor kids thing. Turbo has a friend that he likes, but the kids way short on tact. It's not a good thing to tell the mom that you're only playing here because that's the only options left in the area.
Unloading a pistol is fun and cathartic. Yes, I know this from personal experience--I won't judge if you don't.
Being mom entitles you to be ironic--it sails over their head anyway.
I love the irony too. Hilarious.
The irony of yelling is hysterical. I do that all the time too, only my kids are complete smart-asses who yell back to me, "Why is it okay for you to yell but not us?" as if I owe them an explanation, right?
My boys are horrible at flushing. I have no idea why. Like I want to see their leftovers in the toilet?? It grosses me out but I have no clue how to get them to remember to flush.
I can so relate, I like being around my own kids (most of the time ;) but that doesn't mean I want all the neighbor boys here.
Boys and their bathroom habits. My oldest never wanted to wipe himself when he was a toddler in training, and his little brother seems to be following in his footsteps. I have threatened to poop my pants and have them clean it up, but I think they know they can call my bluff lol. You are so funny Mimi. Have a great weekend. I have been trying to catch up with emails all week. I should have put my email in vacation mode while I was gone, if you can even do that?
I often yell at my kids not to yell- so yea, understand that one. I call the big ones couches and the smaller one love seats.
Our gas just went over $4- ugh
Agree on the gas and it is harder when you make your income by having to be on the road more than normal. Also have to agree with you on kids. I had the patience with my own, but not with other peoples kids. Never understood why their kids could not act like mine. You do cheer up my day.
we always get tied up at wipe and wash. it's like pulling teeth to get him to wash. you'd think the world was going to end. what's so big of a deal about washing?! why is it so dramatic i ask????
Button can be friends with Vinnie. And that's probably it. :)
"QUIT YELLING!!!!!" HAHAHA! I know, so ironic, but there it is. Also, almost every time that I tell the girls to be careful, not to spill or do whatever, in the next minute . . . I spill or do whatever I had told them to be careful *not* to do. It's tough being a mama.
LOL! I love your train of thoughts... We have a couch, love seat and a big chair that is too large to be called a chair... So we call it the big butt chair. It can fit two small to medium sized butts or one big a$$ butt.
I love that chair!
Have a good weekend Sweetie!
wounded warrior things always make me cry. that and we have special parking spots on post {gold star or something} that are for the family of someone who died in combat and every single time I see a car in one of the spots I cannot help but cry.
PS although i love the ocean and teach my daughter to be a caretaker of the earth...not going to get one of those hybrids either (in all the years they've been out I've seen 1 haulass past me!!). You can't go 100 in them...well...I guess if you had a million $ a year to spend on gas you could :) Enjoying all your posts!!
I say couch and love seat for the shorter one.
I don't know the proper name for my big fluffy chair, so I just call it the big, fluffy chair.
Other people's kids can be annoying for sure.
I totally want to go shooting. And get a gun. I think it's a smart thing to know how to do.
Electric/hybrid thingies are...well you know what I'm thinking in my head that I won't say out loud on your blog.
I think people just assume that their kids use the toilet right and have know idea how it actually is.
Do you think I did the longest comment in history?
I forgot what I was going to say.
OH YEAH! My kids don't flush either.
I bought a smaller car and I'm still paying way too freaking much for gas. What's your next bright idea, Obama??
I hate letting my kids wipe themselves. They do such a bad job. Yuck. I reluctantly let Miss Petrie when she went to kinder this year.
I hate letting my kids wipe themselves. They do such a bad job. Yuck. I reluctantly let Miss Petrie when she went to kinder this year.
So, the "little boys pooping" thing reminded me of something that I need to tell you...
Maybe it will make you giggle...
Hubby told me that he went in to the boy's room at work to use the pooper. In the pooper, there was a man-sized amount of poop...
......
And no toilet paper. AND no trash can in the stall.
Some dude was walking around all day with the leftovers in his drawers.
WHO WOULD DO THAT?!?!?!?!?!
My mom always called them a couch and love seat, so I do too.
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