conversations…

Momma Moosie comes online and we were talking about the Boy’s spring break trip with his class to Washington DC, something that every 8th grader looks forward too at the middle school. Moosie mentioned that she had put in for the time off, and her coworker looked paniced, because SHE was going to ask for it off too! Thus, the following conversation [paraphrased because I’m very tired and haven’t slept yet. heh.]:

Me: Why’d she want it off?
Her: She wanted to spend it with her babies.
Me: Uh, her babies are in SIXTH GRADE – cut the apron strings already!
Her: Oh, you know, she’s a MOM.
Me: SO AM I! but I’m sending my boy to washington DC!
Her: ….with your mother.
Me: …..oh. shut up. I’m sending him to Chaparone YOU.
Her: Snort!

Me, later, to TBF – Harumph. She needs the Chaparone. And that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. *nods*

Then, when my fabulous ‘first wife’ appeared as she got ready for work:

Her: you know, sleep is your friend, right?
Me: I…. am not sure I remember, really. heh.
Her: (laugh) You oughta try it sometime.
Me: *L* Hm. Perhaps i might. It’s an intriguing suggestion… *L*
Her:: I know! when someone said it to me, I thought ‘no way’, but man, it’s like…. the bomb. (can’t believe i just said that.)
Me: *points! laughs!*
Her: (bursts into tears)
Me: ACK!

Yes. i’m fully aware only I likely find these hysterical, but did I mention the fact that I haven’t slept yet? There we go.

In other conversations, I compared the size of my left tit to the very small size of TBF’s wife’s ass. Why the left one? I don’t know. Why her ass? Because it’s tiny, and my left tit is not. Of course, neither is the right one. And we won’t even talk about the size of my “mom-ass” or anything else. Cuz all you skinny bitches who bitch about your weight can bite me. Heh. heh. heh.

(oh! time to wake the kids. heh. so happy they are! not.)

Really. I have nothing of importance to place here. Nothng at all. Really.

Though, in other news, when I decided to get my pictures to turn in for the Boobie-thon, I found it highly amusing that the minute I took off my shirt – EVERY GUY ON MY CONTACT LIST WHO WAS ONLINE SPONTANIOUSLY SAID HELLO! What is this, some kind of “Boobie Radar” that we don’t know about? A girl lifts her shirt, UNSEEN, thousands of miles away, and this “boobdar” goes off and they are all compelled to SAY HELLO? even those who haven’t spoken in weeks? ANd i KNOW it was no accident that TBF logged on right then either…

Heh. Boobdar. I could make millions, if I could JUST find a practical use for this power my tits have on the Internets!

Hm? Post the pictures? HA! Ya’ll go lookin for em on the First. *g*

sleeeeeeeeeeeeep. just 1 more hour… and I can sleeeeeeeeeeep.

New Bandanna

The new harness (which, incidently, the Princess Dog Loves and refuses to allow me to take OFF her, even to SLEEP – so much so that the first night she wouldn’t come to bed with me because I had done the unthinkable and tried to free her from her new bling!) was just not… girly enough. because the dog is indeed a Diva. So, being the nice mommy that I am, I got her a new bandanna – strippa pink even!
She loves it. Of course, I knew she would. She loves little more then some bling. Heh.

eeeeeeeeevil plans are afoot!

The pup – OH! she was cute this morning.
Evil. But cute.

And I must admit? Flickr is fun. Heh.

Postcard Project

Kristy of kristyk*org is amazing. That woman has 8! (EIGHT!) kids! And she does projects with them! And she takes fun pictures! And she makes me laugh! And…

…yes. I admit I am one of her newest stalkers fans. Her 8 year old son has a Postcard project where they ask and post postcards (doh) from all over the world. They didn’t have any from Alaska, yet, so I went today and grabbed some cards, as well as an activity/sticker book and some kooky socks which I’ve packaged up and will send tomorrow since Kristy graciously gave me permission to send more then just the post cards.

So – anyone who accidently stumbles across me here, should check out the postcard and toss one over to Bleu! Because I said so. And we all know it’s wise to always do what Lessa Says. Yes.

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And there are more new stalkees on the blogroll, because really people, you need to update more if I’m going to be able to obsessively click and avoid all manner of actual work and such by keeping up with you all! Sheesh. And what is with the ones that SAY they’ve updated and HAVEN’T?? Talk about a tease. It’s bloody well WRONG I tell ya, WRONG!

Ahem.

Little Boxes…

Little boxes, on a hill side
Little boxes, made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on a hillside,
and they all look just the same..

GAH! I love that new Shotime show, Weeds. Because it makes me laugh, and tugs at the heartstrings, and is about weed but not really, it’s more about the people themselves and the mundane-icity of life and other such deep things that proves the writers are total potheads and dammit if they’re making money why can’t I and did I mention it makes me laugh? But anyway – what I don’t like? is the fact that after I watch the ‘rerun’ episode every Sunday, the song – the theme song – gets stuck in my head. ALL. WEEK. LONG.

Here’s a green one, and a red one
and a blue one and a yellow one
Little boxes, on a hillside

I wake up humming it. I annoy the children singing it (ok, that’s a plus. Any children annoying immediately adds points..). I try actively to STOP stinging it by replacing it with something else, only to have it pop into my head again. I can go a little while without thinking it… then it pops up unbidden and makes me want to bang my head into a wall…

and they all look….

Guh.

just the same.