The February 2005 issue of The Philosophical Mother is out for all to read! Go over and enjoy all of the articles by the mothers waxing philosophical. Oh yeah…..and a father too!
If you like what you read, leave them a comment. They would love your feedback.
To the person searching my site for entries related to “Fat Husband”, I’m not amused!
My daughter took up skiing over the weekend. Not only did she love it, apparently she did quite well her first time out.
Why is it that my kids are only good at the expensive things?
I suppose she wants me to take her all the time now!
Anyone need an overworked underpaid Dad to work for big bucks? I wonder if I could sell blog posts for cash? Any takers?
Thanks alot UB!
Murphys Law of course is the law I am referring to when I practice. We have our specific morning routine. It has worked for quite some time now, and when we must change that routine for some strange reason everything that could go wrong of course goes wrong.
The boys needed to go the pediatrician this morning, one for his
four year old check up and the other for his 6 month checkup. Since Mrs. G takes our oldest to school in the morning it left me to take the boys to the pediatrician. This sounded like a great plan last night as we tried to absorb the last of the weekend to relax before the dreaded Monday return to the rat race.
At midnight when Monday began, our luck started to turn bad and the Murphy’s Law Practice was open for business. The skies opened up and it began to snow. Our morning commute would be treacherous, meaning we would have to leave the house earlier than expected. A nuance was added when I remembered that Mrs. G revealed to me ealrier that her windshield wipers were broken. Snowing and no windshield wipers, this was going to be a fun morning.
As we got underway, both children began their early meltdowns in part because they do not do well with the changed routine, and second because we struggled to get them to go to sleep the night before. They were cranky and out of their routine, clearly a recipe for disaster. This would not bode well for the morning. As feared the roads were icy and traffic was slow. At least the splash back on the windshield was manageable for the early part of the highway driving. Then as my luck would continue down the path it had chosen, the car began to sound its alarm that it would soon run out of gas. Of course we had all weekend to get gasoline in the car, but fate decided we would wait until the wipers were not working during a snowstorm while traffic was treacherous and we did not have the time to be fueling the vehicle. After stopping for gas and cussing the wipers a while longer it was off to the pediatrician.
Leaving early for the doctor paid its intended dividend, as we were a little early before the office opened but fate decided to rear its ugly head again.
Daddy I half a go to balfroom, I heard from the backseat.
Trying to explain “holding it” to a 4 year old is especially difficult when they start to get that panic look on their face. Perhaps he saw the panic look on my face and it compounded the problem. Thankfully the doors were opened a little early allowing me not to deal with the embarrassment of having the child peeing in the parking lot.
We settled into the waiting room and they were already running late due to the storm. I would be later than I expected to my office. That in itself was not so bad, but the fact that I forgot to tell anyone at my office I would be late came as a surprise to all.
As we headed into the exam room, and the nurse began to check the vitals of the boy, I realized that in my haste to get the boy to the bathroom, I completely forgot about the diaper bag that I had left in the car. I thought to myself that it was okay because the baby does not poop until later in the day, and I could use the diaper that he had on. Why are you all smiling? No, dont worry his schedule is pretty regular, usually no poop until later in the day.
As I picked him up out of his car seat, I realized that he was soaked from his shoulders to his knees. It seems that his bottle that was left in his seat sprung a huge leak and not only did I now need a new diaper, but I would need a new outfit for him to wear before we left the room, all of these items of course were in the diaper bag in the car. If only I had my tag team partner here with me, I could handle all of the tribulations of the morning, but alas someone had to take the girl to school.
The cell phone rang. It was Mrs. G. Apparently, the storm closed our daughters school for the day. *Pause for effect.* All we had to do was call at 5:30 a.m. to find out whether it was closed and we could have avoided the morning problems completely.
And some people wonder why Im on medication.
How about you? Do you have a case of the Mondays?
The lovely and talented (and under the weather) Wyllow has put together some Genuine Bash Buttons for all to use! You can proudly display them on your site and let everyone know you were there when it all went down! Okay, I guess maybe I was the only one that actually went down…..in flames. Thanks for the great time!
These buttons are for a Collectors Series that we will have every month. When you put them all together they make a cool quilt! You need to come to the bash next month! Maybe we will have a Valentine’s Bash! I heart all y’all!
Has anyone seen the Tylenol?
Since we are all out of football, and ice hockey is no where to be found, I think I’ll take up watching watersports!
I think I’ll check the score of that game!
The first thing you want to hear in the morning after a party is not this:
Genuine Boy: Daddy!!!!!?????? The toilet is broking!!!!!
Genuine: *looks around for mother* Where’s mommy?
Genuine Boy: I dunno but its broking!!!!!!
Next time we have a Genuine Bash, I’m the designated blogger and she can deal with the broking toilet!
Welcome one and all to the third edition of the Genuine Bash!!!
I hope you all have brought your party favors and booze. We are celebrating the New Year and throwing out all of resolutions we so boldly made at the first of the month! Come on show us your best side!
Wipe yoour feet because we need to try to keep it clean in here.
If you spill your drink don’t worry the dog will lick it up!
I don’t have any idea why all of the search engine queries that lead people to this site are sex related. You know like “hottie wife”? Okay so maybe I have a hottie wife, but hot chicks, sluts, college cleavage pics, and butt sluts? I’m fairly certain I have tried to remain somewhat PG-13 in most of my entries. Where are the words coming from?
Maybe I should start one of those sex blogs that I have heard so many rumors about. Even the Genuine Romance is somewhat stale in the porn department.
I could increase my blog traffic exponentially if I would start to talk about the occasional roll in the hay! Hmmmmmmm…….
I guess it could be the Blogger Chicks Gone Wild thing. Oh yeah, don’t forget, Mrs. G will be hosting the Blogger Boys Gone Wild submissions this weekend! Hey boys, make sure to send them to me here at the “contact me” button, or get them to her!
Come join me for the Genuine Bash III tonight and maybe watch a Blogger Boy Gone Wild as it happens! I could end up showing my boobies…..AGAIN!
