Kelly Hasn’t gotten the Sunday six questions up yet (?) Not sure if she forgot, what with her big case going to court, or if she is still sick. I hope its forgetting and not still sick!
Hubs and I decided to ask our own question. I had to get hubby involved becasue I wrote down five questions instead of six and didn’t realise until I went to type out number six. Rainbow Man(6.10) and Blue Boy (4.6) Participated. If you did a sunday six, please tell me so I can come and check it out!
1. Kelly was sick last weekend. Why Do you think Kelly hasnt gotten the sunday six questions up this week?
Rainbow man - Umm. Because she is very very sick still. Maybe she has the chicken pox!
Blue boy- Cus she is sick. She is sick of the giant spiders teeth. Just like I am sick.
2.If you picked the questions, what question would you like to be asked?
Rainbow man- I don’t know.
Blue boy - Of flowers?
3. Do you think I should give The K-ster back her ducky?
Rainbow man - No. (laughs)
Blue boy - Uh huh.
4. Was it mean or funny to torture the ducky?
Rainbow man - Funny. I liked the one where you hanged the string on the ducks neck. And the one of duck soup.
Blue boy- It was mean
5.What would happen if you did that to a real animal?
Rainbow man - They would arrest you.
Blue Boy - We would get under arrested.
6. What should we do to the Ducky next?
Rainbow Man - Take a toy gun and aim it at it and take a picture
Blue Boy - ( laughs) Boil It.
No Hiaku with these photos cus blogger shut down as I hit the publish Button Five Freaking HOURS ago. So deal with it. (blue boy is aiming the gun)


So not one single person has offered up a recipie for me. That bites. You all suck. Go to the Kitchen and get me one NOW.
Back? Good. I bought the ingridiants for Chris’s meat dip today. In a smaller quantity of course. I think Im going to really enjoy it. A normal Shopping Saturday is Hell. Three kids and weirdos.. what else could it be? Today we were walking out of Costco and met up with the In-laws. Told my MIL I’d pay her 20 bux if she would take Rainbow Man with her, and she fell for it. You all know I have no intention of paying her.
So of course we took advantage of him being gone and bought his birthday presents. We got him binoculars. He wanted them. I dont know why. But we spoil him like that. His sibs bought him some sort of magnetic car track thingy or something. I wasn’t really paying attention. His party is booked at the Fun Factory. Uh, don’t google this, I just tried and you get PORN! I sooo know fab is typing it in his browser as the rest of you read! He is bringing nine kids to his party, and has decided on the sports theme room. He got pretty upset when I pretended to call and book the pretty princess room. He is sooo weird. Ummm.. By he I mean Rainbow Man, Not Fab. Not that Fab isnt Weird and all, oh nevermind.
I can’t wait till Wednesday I get to buy mulch ( please , for the love of God, won;t someone tell me what mulch is before wednesday??? Please!!!) Oh, And I plan on beating up Kiss(BFF) cus she got tickets to the Dixie Chicks. Im gonna stuff her in my trunk, and go sit with her mom. I figure if I put on her cute little cowboy hat, her ma wont know the difference. Oh have ai mentioned that one of the biggest reasons I think Bush Sux Ass is because of what he did to the Chicks for having freaking OPINION????? Bush is a Dumb Fuck. I feel bad for you Americans.
You can move into my house if you want, as long as you don’t mind making the coffee in the morning.
I watched Deal or no Deal for the first time on Thursday. That show rocks, Except for the part where I was jumping on the couch screaming DEAL. Take the freaking money you cow and woke up the baby. Yea that was impressive. I also hated the part where they stopped the freaking episode before she said Deal or No Deal. Buncha TV jerks.
I got nuthing Im gonna check out my blogroll see who has updated n then hit the bath.
XO
I love blogs. I love reading them. I miss you when you forget to update. But I am not the best at commenting all the time. I suck. I really do. Somedays I run down to the computer, see who has updated and do a quick read keeping on ear cocked for the kids upstairs. I always mean to come back and comment, but somehow that doesnt happen as often as it should.
I run down on average once every two to three hours. It’s an addiction I am working on.
And when I do comment.. I mean it. So it really really really REALLY bothers me to go back to a blog to see what the poster has replied (if they have) to my comment, and find it Deleted. Gone. Like it never happened. Like my veiws on something are shit? I totally get the fact that its YOUR blog, and your the boss and shit. But its an opinion and by opening up the “comment” option on a post, you are asking for them. Darn shame that some people have different opinions on different subjects, but it happens occasionally. Communication. Its important.
Only one time have I disallowed a comment on my site, aside from the spam , and that was a comment giving out my home address. I’ll publish a comment where you tell me my kids are ugly, that my dog is mangy and my husband is gay. But be sure i will refute them in the comments as well. Thats how you communicate people. I don’t have a dog by the way, so call it whatever you want.
Im not about to publicise the blogger who deletes comments, and should he/she want to out themselves by refuting this post, that comment Will be published, But let it be known, Im. Pissed. Off.
A lot.
Anyways. We saw Click today. its good. really good. A movie that can make you laugh till you pee one minute and in the next, bring you to tears…. go see it. Really. I mean it, go.
Are you still here?
Fab? Gimmee the recipie dammit!!
My new door is up. But we can’t use it. Well we can but anyone under say 25 is barred from touching it. Without a special chain thingy, the door will open into our big window on the living room, and like most windows ours are made of glass. So if you want to visit, I’ll open the garage for ya. And make a fresh pot of coffee while you are at it!
Wednesday. Its my favorite day ever. Wednesday means coffee, and coffee means Kiss(BFF). A few hours of no kids, no bounderies. My favorite part might be when I play the ATM like a slot machine and scream “I won” and freak when it gives me money. I like trying to convince other people to try their luck. It might be the part where I act like a teen, no worries about bills and kids and leaky floors. Maybe my favorite part is re-connecting with Kiss, a weeks worth of comings and goings. Having someone to bounce ideas off on. We never got around to talking about if Rainbow Man should start having “regular” chores around the house and an allowance. I’d like some input on this by the way. (yes I mean you) Keep in mind he is only one month shy of seven.
OMG He is almost seven. WTF when did that happen? He has lost four teeth. My god I remember calling my dad from a Hotel Lobby payphone crying with excitement when I felt the first tooth! He is almost as tall as me. He can read and spell and cross streets. He can change a diaper. A poopy diaper instead of waking me up and getting me to do it. I don’t agree with that by the way and I told him so, he is the brother, not the parent and there is no way its his responsibility to change a diaper. He will have enough of those in fifteen or twenty years. Hopefully.
I found out soemthing really cool about Blue Boy today. See when we write things, I place the pencil in his hand for him and help guide his hand up and down and around to make the letters. Today I wrote “Happy Birthday Papa” on a peice of paper and let him do it on his own because I was busy (READ: I wanted to read my book and drink coffee) I went for a java refill and checked to see how he was doing and there were letters on the page. Recognizable letters. I have been trying SO. FREAKING. HARD to get him to make letters. Any letter. ANYTHING AT ALL… With no luck because without my hand to guide his, he zooms off the page, uncontrollably. Then I noticed he had the marker gripped in his Left hand. Coooool. I whelped a lefty!
My mom was a lefty. She had the neatest writing I have ever seen, it was all slanty and every letter was perfect. I loved the way her writing looked. Plus she had the page turned almost upside down when she wrote. Thats talent. Sometimes I grab a book from the oodles of boxes my dad ships to me (cus he loves me) and I open the front page and see a bunch of random numbers she has written, a phone number a math problem, and Its cool. Gone for so long, and yet there is a part of her in this book, and now a part in my son. Genetics ROCK.
Some people have grown concerned over my little foray into the wide world of Duck abduction. But its OK. Trust me. When The K-Ster’s daddy gets back from the rigs, she can have her duck back. Just think of me as an abusive Duck Babysitter. Or something. (This is mostly directed to FlipFlopMama, she’s such a softie)
Speaking of Bloggers. I got a sweet ass recipie for Apple Crisp off OneTallMommas blog. (I hate apples, kids love em) And I was going to take a picture of it, after I made it, but I got busy and then it was gone. Just vanished. I found some later on Blue Boys chin, and some on the babies chair. But they said they were framed. I also stole a recipie from Chris, down at Notes from The Trenches. I haven’t made this one yet, but I was thinking it would be nice during the Christmas Holidays. Or soemthing. It just sounded so damn yummy I had to steal it!. So, Who else out here has some great recipies? I hear Mrs Fab makes a great cooookkkieeee…… anyone? Anyone?
xo people
EDIT: Just popped back in, I was over at IT2M, they just reveiwed a site with the SAME template as mine. Freaky. I know it is a free skin, and one I plan on only using temporarily, but its really weird to see someone elses thoughts where it seems mine should go. Anyways, Its official girls, the wet stuff on her lips may be drool. Here is a quote:
Red and white. Lips with what appears to be drool. Nice template overall except for that annoying line running down the side of the content box before the sidebar separation line. I can see it very clearly on my desktop but it’s not as noticeable on my laptop.
Remind me not to get re reveiwed using this template, Mkay?
A VOICE FROM THE BACK PEW
There was a preacher whose wife was expecting a baby so he went before the congregation and asked for a raise. After much discussion, they passed
a rule that whenever the preacher’s family expanded, so would his paycheck.
After 6 children, this started to get expensive and the congregation decided
to hold another meeting to discuss the preacher’s salary. There was much
yelling and bickering about how much the clergyman’s additional children were costing the church. Finally, the Preacher got up and spoke to the
crowd, “Children are a gift from God,” he said.Silence fell on the congregation. In the back pew, a little old lady stood up and in her frail voice said, “Rain is also a gift from God, but when we get too much of it, we wear rubbers.”
And the congregation said, “Amen.”
- Cold. Brrr.
- Cleaned the garage.
- Cleaned the backyard.
- Shut off the exterior water.
- Cleaned the weeds out of the back alley.
- Did not get a nap.
- Ran out of Duck torture photos.. I think
- Selling our snakes … Interested?
- Cold.
This is why all you get is pictures today. Mostly cus Im FREEZING and cannot wait to crawl into the bath tub. Gonna be thinking of me all wet n neked now arent you?
Shame on you …. Pervert


I never once said he wasn’t weird.


Tigger


I found a photo
Lost in the oldest archives
Frozen Stiff, Like me.
Ducks who are plastic
Should not opt for surgery
Duck looks fine to me
Under the knife, duck?
what would your dear mother say?
Looks aren’t everything.
Got your own duck show
Prime time slots for nip and tuck
Season one : New You
And now Im off to the bath. Oh one more thing
We had a bird in the garage last night and this morning. Trying to come up with the birds name (it was a finch), Blue Boy offered this suggestion : Maybe it is a pecker wood.