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Because my kids obviously need some for arts and craft time. Perhaps some scissors too.
Let’s preface this with the fact that MOST times I do think things out, rationalizing them to the fullest, trying to view things from every point of view possible. Let’s also add that sometimes, I do things on a whim. Like today, I wanted a new purse. So I bought one. Wanted some new earrings, so I bought some. Sigh. What have I done.
Heather, next time I get a itch in my ass to do something, tell me to stop.
Yeah, I know. Really, technically the boys CONNED me into it.
The little Yorkie is Honeybun, about 11 or 12 years old. She only has 3 teeth and needs to be fed soft foods. Her poor little lip hangs from the lack of teeth. She looks like a stroke patient! The terrier mix is Sunny, she is an ‘adult’ which is anything over a year old. Hyper little thing she is! They both came from the same home, and it was heartbreaking to think about breaking them apart! Poor little Honeybun (MY dog) is going to be pampered at the doggie spa tomorrow. I’ll deal with Sunny’s bath later tonight.
Yes, I am crazy.
Very much so. The first day we were here, Lola (my Mom) took them to Target and they each got a new toy, including a new wii game. Then they got the bag of books, toys, etc that I had bought for the trip here. They’ve had cookies, ice cream, candy, gum, you name it, they got it. They don’t get all this at home from me! No way!
We went to Wal*Mart to get a few things for dinner (how’d I get roped into making dinner again?) and all I heard was they never get toys, they have nothing, the new game is borrrring, I’m no fair, blah, blah, blah. So mean Mommy buys them the new Disney Bolt movie (soo cute, a must see)!
So we go to Target again (yes, I was bored today). Again, I hear the same thing. I never get anything. I never get to have a watch (really, what does a 5 year old who can’t read much less tell time need a $15 watch for), you are no fair! I never get a new wii game, I never . . . .yeah you get the point. Of course all this is complete and total lies.
I let them convince me that they need a $7 watch. Two seconds after they have a hold of it, I hear, “I want a toy, I never get toys.” GRRRRR. I make them put the watches back. Then we argued in the dollar spot aisle. No, you DO NOT need a pink rolling pin. Yes, I realize you never get to have one. Poor you. So then we go to the sports card aisle. I tell them they can have a small pack of $1.99 cards (Star wars, Mario Bros, etc). They try to pick up every $20 plus box of cards. GRRR. So FINNALLLLY (10 minutes of deciding) after they make a choice we leave.
We get home, play in the snow for a few minutes, open the cards and then 5 minutes later, what do I find ~ yup, just laying there, being ignored.
Thanks to http://vipsignatures.proboards84.com/index.cgi and especially ELLA who made it for me!
Very quick! I requested my siggy and got it that day! ! !
The other day, the Dude says, “mama, my weenie hurts.” Well, he was just rolling around on the floor so I thought maybe he, uhh, had his first big boy moment. I ignored it. A little bit later he said it again. Ok, let me see it. Yeah, that thing was soo huge and puffy! OMG! I call the nurse at the doctor’s office and she said to look for a bite. Well, heck, I don’t see one. She said if it was puffy and jelly like, it’s more than likely a bite.
So I call my friend from work. She said that she had another friend, who had her come look at her kid’s weenie (yes, it’s an epidemic). She said his little weenie, well wasn’t little. That is was the size of a grown man’s limp weenie. ACK! So I put anti-itch cream on his weenie a couple times a day. Of course he feels the need to tell EVERYONE that he has spots on his weenie and now it’s big (geesh).
About day three, yup, it’s huge! Poor baby! The tip is normal size but the rest is swollen, and he says it hurts to pee, but can still pee. The next morning, he comes running into my room, “MAMA! My weenie is SMALL! My weenie is SMALL! My weenie is SMALL!” This of course, prompts chants from the Man, “His weenie is SMALL! Yeah for small weenie!” And the Baby, “SMALL weenies! Small weenies!”
What a great story for my future daughter in laws.
No, not mine. The boys’. You’d think that I had girls living in my house! Look at this:
So the top picture is the shoes that have matches, and the bottom one are shoes that do not have matches. Yes, these are the shoes that currently fit all the boys. Yes, these are the shoes that clog up my front door way, hallway, and every other place I try to step.
Aren’t boys suppose to have like ONE pair of shoes? I guess I should’ve known better, Michael has more pairs than I do! Geesh!
Happy Earth Day! I hope y’all have been making small steps to become more green! It’s all the rage! I’ve bought reuseable bags, switched to those fancy light bulbs, am going to start my own garden. Of course I still drive a gas guzzler Tahoe . Do something good for Earth today!
Here are two of my tree huggers yesterday