Watching some good old manly football today. Then a commercial came on for one of those manyly products, you know the ones. This pill you’re supposed to take to assist you in your performance.
“If erection lasts longer than 4 hours seek medical attention”.
Excuse me, but if my erection lasts longer than 4 hours, I’m not the one that is going to need medical attention!
Halloween tales can be scary and full of frightful images. My Halloween tale is GROSS!
The tale begins at the breakfast table and a very scary discussion on how cows make their milk. Genuine Girl apparently learned something at the Farm on her field trip at school.
Genuine Girl: Cows make milk from water.
Mrs. G: Yeah and they eat the grass and the water and it makes milk.
Genuine Girl: Yeah, that’s how it works.
Mrs. G: Yeah it’s kinda lkike when Mommy made milk for the baby.
Genuine: GROSS! Can we change the subject please! I am trying to eat breakfast!
Genuine Boy: *sip* MMMMMM that’s good!
Genuine Girl: Eww that’s gross, that was left over from yesterday!
Genuine Boy: It’s not gross!
Genuine: I’m leaving. You guys are GROSS!
Halloween can be so gross sometimes. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
Falling down the stairs can break your gourd. I know of this from experience.
Genuine Girl went on a field trip with her school yesterday and she came home with this huge and ugly looking green gourd she picked up from the farm. Long story short, Genuine Boy decided to give the gourd a test run down the killer stairs in our home.
It’s funny how a falling gourd sounds like a falling child as it bounces down the stairs. Once I got my heart back in my chest, I turned the corner to see the gourd smashed against the wall and on the landing, and a little boy with a little smirk on his face.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
You are Kermit the Frog.
You are reliable, responsible and caring. And you
have a habit of waving your arms about
maniacally.
FAVORITE EXPRESSIONS:
“Hi ho!” “Yaaay!” and
“Sheesh!”
FAVORITE MOVIE:
“How Green Was My Mother”
LAST BOOK READ:
“Surfin’ the Webfoot: A Frog’s Guide to the
Internet”
HOBBIES:
Sitting in the swamp playing banjo.
QUOTE:
“Hmm, my banjo is wet.”
What Muppet are you?
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Hooray!! I kicked off National Sleep In Day with a bang (no not that kind) I got to sleep in until 6:41 a.m. Yay!
Yeah I know, to the everyday person without kids that might sound early. Well when you get up at 5:00 a.m. everyday, that extra time is cherished.
The good news is, I went back to sleep for a few minutes, but the bad news was I got to wake up to…..
“Zoiks where’s Captian Morgan? He was going to take us to Skull Island!” ~Shaggy
I don’t know about you guys, but Captain Morgan has left my skull on an island a few times.
Is it bad that I thought that I could just go ahead and duct tape the bottle in my son’s mouth? I mean he seems to drop it out like every thirty seconds…..hey that gives me an idea!
I’m feeling a little Italian today. Tonight I am headed home to begin a marathon cooking session, or as Emeril describes a “food of love”. I begin an Italian Beef dish. It cooks in the crockpot for 18 hours. Yes you read that correct, EIGHTEEN.
I can imagine the dreams I will have tonight while the scent of Italian beef wafts through the house……??
Care to join us? You bring the wine.
The setting is 1974; I am in Mrs. Deckers 4th grade home room class at Green Gables Elementary School. I had finished my spelling words earlier than the rest of the class because with me its about speed and winning, not about actually learning how to spell. I sit at a table with 3 other students, one of which is my pal Joey. Joey and I are usually the first kids to be finished and we have a little time to kill.
Joey and I both have a fascination with war. We each pull out a fresh sheet of notebook paper and begin to draw little tanks and jeeps, and have stick figure soldiers. We have machine gun nests, and big artillery placements and an air force. Each army is given identical numbers of assets. Then the fun begins. I hand him my sheet of paper and his he gives to me. We place each piece of notebook paper upside down on the carpet in front of our desks. With freshly sharpened #2 pencils, we then open up our attacks on each others army. The pencil is dropped poking a hole through the other mans paper, wiping out tanks, airplanes, soldiers and guns.
For some reason I had given myself the rank of Major. Of course, this was all make believe and I could have been a General or a Colonel, or any rank, but I chose to be a Major. For some odd reason, a Major was cool. After a number of well placed hole punches with the pencil, the paper is then turned over to reveal the casualties. The man with the most damage loses. This is a poor kids battleship game made up by two very imaginative kids.
Both of our Fathers served in Viet Nam in the 60s. Joeys Dad never came home. He always pretended to be his Dad when we played this game. No matter the holes that were punched in his paper, he always seemed to win.
I know this isnt a normal light hearted whimsical post that I try to write, but I wanted to take a moment to reflect on our Nations current situation, and with the holiday season approaching, I wanted to thank each and every American soldier protecting our families from terror and keeping me free to vote. I especially want to thank each of their families for making their own sacrifice of sending their sons and daughters. God bless you all.
I am declaring tomorrow as “National Sleep In Day“.
Who is with me?
First one to comment today is my 8000th comment!
