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I think “life lesson”, my boys think “homeless man’s toilet water”
Soooo… I’m driving home with my boys tonight and an old Cheryl Crow song comes on.. I, like always, .. give them a little background of the artist and why I love them… Me: And also.. when I was bar-tending downtown, there was this homeless man whom I loved. He was batshit crazy.. Like, really crazy. But I loved him. Sometimes when you work in a city, you either take the same train, same subway or walk the same streets.. and you see the same homeless people day after day.. you can ignore them or talk to them. I ignored some, and talked to some.. This man.. he called himself Dr. John.. I talked to all of the time. I gave him money, I bought him food, I bought him drinks, … Read entire article »
Filed under: Dear Diary, Family, Ramblings, Stellar Parenting Advice, Things that are NOT awesome, Ways I know I'm failing as a parent
St. Patrick’s Day- 2013 Savannah, Ga
St. Patrick’s Day in Savannah… This was our 7th or 8th year. Such a great weekend. Don’t know who has more fun, the kids or the adults.. {okay, probably the adults… but it’s a close call}. It’s the 2nd largest St. Pat’s celebration in the world, and the longest parade in the U.S. We had a great set up…. bull riding, blow up doll Leprechaun, ‘Hot Mess” award ribbons, Jameson, the Irish Whiskey baby, and more And, of course, as you will see by the photo evidence… I really DO think people like when I make fun of and/or violate them whilst drinking. It’s a problem. … Read entire article »
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My house may actually get CLEAN today!
So, y’all know I am NO homemaker. It’s just not in my DNA. I HATE to clean. HATE!! It’s been a long time since I’ve had a cleaning lady. I’ve been so busy with “there’s a chance this is vodka®” products, that now I honestly just don’t the time. I contacted a large maid service that several of my friends use for pricing and scheduling. Our conversation went a little something like this: On a scale from 1-10, with 10 being the cleanest, how would you rank your house? Uh.. maybe a 4? Okay.. the first visit is $x.00 per hour. With your square footage, bedrooms and baths with a cleanliness of a 4, it should take them about 3 1/2 to 4 hours to get your house to a 10. Yeah, let’s … Read entire article »
Filed under: Dear Diary, Ways I know I'm failing as a parent
I have committed a HUGE parenting FAIL
I hate video games. HATE THEM. If you’ve followed the blog for a while, you know this. My boys had a Wii and each had a DS. Unless it’s a lazy Sunday, a road trip, or I am sick, they have always been limited to 30-45 minutes of game time per day. Santa brought them an XBox for Christmas. Santa didn’t want to do that but all three of them asked for it. Together. And when your almost-12-year-old asks Santa for something, Santa better deliver ‘cuz you know it’s going to be last time. Since bringing this box of destruction into my home, the game time has increased significantly. I am totally at fault. We traveled all of Christmas break, so when school resumed I cut the kids some slack and allowed … Read entire article »
Filed under: Family, Ways I know I'm failing as a parent
HMM and the case of the mysterious body odor
There are a few things that I am obsessive about. Pretty feet, clean ears, trimmed finger and toenails, teeth brushing and showering with mass amounts of soap until everything is CLEAN. I shower twice a day and brush my teeth probably 10 times. I had my boys start wearing deodorant when they were in second grade. Not because they needed it, but because I wanted it to be a habit by the time they needed it. I’ve battled with Number One about this in the past. You can read about that HERE. Now I begin my battle with Number Two. Number Two is now in fourth grade. He’s a smelly beast. Every morning he puts on deodorant and every afternoon he smells like a monkey. This morning I said “Come … Read entire article »
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I came home to a vulture on my porch. Not a metaphor.
I cannot count the posts I have written about BEARS, SNAKES, GATORS and other wildlife that has found it’s way into my house, yard, garage, pool. We have even had two separate instances where a bird has gotten in the house. I would take ALL OF THOSE COMBINED.. . including the damned water moccasins… over what happened here tonight. Came home from a lovely family dinner to find the dog going ape shit. I thought there was a bear on my back porch. Unfortunately, I was wrong. It was a nasty-ass turkey buzzard and it wouldn’t leave. I opened the patio doors, I turned on the lights. I calmly walked around the pool holding the 15 foot pool brush in front of me to lead the nasty little fuck to freedom. He … Read entire article »
Filed under: Antics, Family, Things that are NOT awesome, Ways I know I'm failing as a parent
Happy Night
We do Happy Hour most Fridays. 4-5 families-outside–fire pit, bikes, scooters and lots of yummy food. I’ve written of it before.. Sometimes it uneventful. Sometimes it’s SHOCKING. It’s always fun. Number Two just asked “Are we having happy hour tomorrow?” Me: “Yep” Number Three: ”Why do we call it happy HOUR? We are there for way more than an hour.. We are there for the whole night. I’m going to call it ‘happy night’” lol…. They are following a little too closely in my college footsteps.. 5 more days to vote for me as a Top 25 Funny Mom of 2013. You can vote once every 24 hours. You’ll find me around #8. Just click on the ‘vote’ button under my name.. (and, as always, click that banner below} Thanks so much … Read entire article »
Filed under: Antics, Family, Ways I know I'm failing as a parent
2/3 of my children are grounded this weekend.
Number One may be grounded for the rest of his life. I can’t even talk about it. I’ll get there, but not today. Number Two is grounded for the first time ever. This morning was 45 degrees. I told the boys they had to wear pants. Number Two argued with me incessantly about it. Finally, I yelled at him. “It’s not a request. I’m not asking. I don’t need your opinion. Go put on some fracking pants NOW and if I hear another word about it, you’re punished”. He put on jeans, and pouted around the house for the next 15 minutes. Then he asked “hey, can I wear sweat pants instead of jeans?” ”Sure.. I just said you had to wear pants.” Today was the day I teach art … Read entire article »
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My “inflatable friend” days are coming to an end ;(
If you’re a long-time reader, you know how much I love a blow-up doll. J-Ho was a gift to The Senator when he was going to Saudi Arabia and we all gave him gifts that would either get him arrested or killed. From that day forward, J-Ho was a card carrying member of our group. She attended our parties, we bought her seasonal outfits, we threw her a birthday party, and she was a recurring fixture in our pranking antics. J-Ho passed away in New Orleans at the Million MILF March. She is gone, but never forgotten. I came home from the Million MILF March with a midget man blow up. I named him Peter Dinklage. He’s fun, but he’s no J-Ho. For Christmas, I gave the group Fatty Patty. I figured … Read entire article »
Filed under: Antics, Grown-up time, Ways I know I'm failing as a parent
Topics to discuss with future therapist(s) – Number 187
Scene: Seven and I trying to get the boys to bed. 9 pm on a Friday night. They all had football practice earlier.. We had family dinner, watched some tv.. and we are now shipping them to la-la-land… All 5 of us are in my room. Hugging and kissing and giggling and saying our bedtime prayers. Seven: Number One.. your hair always smells so good.. it must be the only part of your body that you actually wash. Me: Maybe when you get hair on your nuts you’ll wash those too. Number One: I DO have hair on my nuts! {{NOTE: everything from here down is said in barely decipherable hysterical giggle speak…}} Me: You dooo????? Number One: Yes. Me: Can I see it? Seven: NOOOOOOOOO!!!! Boys.. get out of here now! Go to bed!! Number One: Jeez Mom. Me: {hyperventilating … Read entire article »
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