Whoever has that Mother Of The Year award, send it on to me now!
WOOOOHOOOO
Two, count em, TWO concussions in one hour, and if the baby hadn’t been napping, I bet he would have gone down too!
Woot!
Of course, I do owe some of my mothering success to the addictive properties of the internet, as well as how slick the driveway gets when the boys are splashing in the pool.
I would have been no where near this point without the little kid on the bike, who kindly helped me out by knocking out the oldest. Thanks Kid! I owe you one!
And who could forget the speed at which I got out the band aids for their bleeding heads only to be reminded that band aids on hair is a bad idea!
I rock.
ACK! I almost forgot! There is a contest over at the Pinks and Blues Blog. All you have to do is go , sign your name and link back to the contest like I am doing right now, and you could win this Dooney & Bourke Splash Denim Bucket Handbag!
coolness
Have I ever told you that I don’t go get the mail? That the Husband Type with six million uber religious-type relatives - including ones who work at the post office - does?
Heh.
I Got Mail.
Click It. It likes to be played with and will reward you by getting bigger.
Tonight was Coffee Night with BFF Kissy. It was great but for one part. One of my favorite waitresses confided in us that she was leaving to work at a new place, a place that I don;t really like. This sucks, because I really like Rose, she is always pleasant, and even when the place is jumping, my cup is filled with great regularity!
The reason she is leaving is that her boss of more than ten years has not given her a single raise. Not even a nickel. In ten years! To top it off, she finds out that the people who have been hired, for instance, the new cook, they are being paid way more than her and she is their supervisor!
What’s up with that? I know the law states that her employer only has to pay minimum wage, but raises are used to honor a loyal and great employee, oy! this pisses me off.
I’m gonna miss Rose next Coffee Night!
Due to Coffee Night, I haven’t had the proper time to get my coffee post ready. I needed some photos for the planned post. Therefore, I plan on updating this post after I send Rainbow Man off to school. My head stops trying to explode into a million pieces. In the meantime, please enjoy this shot of me taking this mugs’ javinity.
She was hawt! And wet, with a few bubbles…
UPDATE:
Here we go. I would have had this up sooner but I woke up this morning with a gerbil and ajackhammer in my head. Not a good situation..
This photo represents the coffee mugs I drink from. Smallest to biggest, we will call them A B C and D.
Cup A, the smallest, Is only used when we have company, so that all of the mugs match, or when I have not done the dishes in a few days and it is a choice between using it or the cup Stuperman had OJ in last night. The mug is too small for any real coffee enjoyment. If you have to get up ever five minutes to refill the mug, thats a sign of a bad mug.
Mug B. I have three of this size. The one in the photo was sent to me from my pal Blogarita. Rainbow Man still argues that the mug must be his and it is usually found in the sink. This mug is good for afternoons, evenings and for taking in the car. It is not so big that the coffee cools before you are done, but not so small that you are constantly up and refilling it either. It’s a good size.
Mug C was a mug I won from The Million Hit Screen Shot contest over at notes from the trenches. It is simply way too big. It looks smaller than the BadAss mug Tug sent, but it holds a lot more coffee, its bigger around. I have not yet managed to finish a mug without it cooling on me. Don’t get me wrong, I will drink the coffee hot warm or ice cold, coffee IS coffee after all, but I do prefer hot coffee. I rarely use this mug.
Mug D. BadAss. Poor mug, it has not been empty since it lost its Javinity the other day. It holds the same amount of coffee as mug B, but is a thicker mug. This means that the coffee stays hot, even while blogging, as I am now, outside in 3 degree temps..
Not many people pay much attention to what they are putting their coffee in, which surprises me. In fact, last Date Night, the husband and I went to our usual restaurant and ended up walking out because they had switched from ceramic coffee mugs to plastic. What on earth were they thinking? A travel mug is an OK substitute in an emergency, but as the lids of them are generally plastic, I stay away from them as well.
Some might say I have an addiction to coffee. This is not so. Like air, coffee is a requirement to the continuation of me living. If you had a choice between shit/smog/ick smelling air and the fresh , sweet air found on mountains, which would you prefer.
pee ess: I am blogging without a mouse right now, just using the finger pad thingy, which I HATE, when the kids are tired of playing outside I will hook up the mouse and link people accordingly!
REMEMBER: Our body works because of blood.
Blood is made up, in part, of Iron.
Iron will rust in water.
Coffee, as well as being a great plant food, is a great rust remover,
save yourself the hassle of a rusty body,
drink coffee, not water!
…If I hadn’t gotten my tubes tied seven hundred and sixty seven glorious days ago. And she had a penis…
Because when that pesky husband type dude stopped in to check the mail he brought home a box. It seemed to shine from within. We were kinda freaked out to tell the truth….
The note inside said it was From Tug, But I am rather doubtful. I mean would the Tug we all know and love have enclose a note on such shocking note paper?
Heavens! Tug’s a granny.
Grannies do NOT do that sort of thing. It MUST have been the mail man.
buuuttt…..On the off chance it Was Tug,, I would like to tell you all a tale.
It’s a very sad tale. Lots of crying and gnashing of teeth. You see, It all started one blustery morning when I was at Avitables Blog. He was talking about an amazing thing. A cookie that had surely been sent straight from heaven. Thats right. I’m talking about the Strawberry Milkshake Oreo Cookie.
Once we had discovered the existence of the Holy Grail of Cookiedom, The Husband and I immediately began our quest. A quest for justice, a quest to better mankind. A quest for the perfect dunkable snack.
Alas. We were not successful. We searched on rainy days and inventory stocking days, we searched high and low. We searched stores large and small, with nary a glimpse of our prey. We did not give up. We continued our search on the next scheduled grocery trip, but were again foiled.
Again we did not give up, We persevered, thou we were sore disenchanted.
In desperation We started interrogating every person who wore a smock. If they even had a hint of the “I work at Wal-mart” look, we were on them like fleas on Fab. We had no shame. No fewer than three Blue Smocked infidels were tied to Bob The Builder Plush Chairs (ONLY29.99!)
They were beaten with whiffle bats and had blobs of Play Doh shoved in their noses. We made them listen to the singing Dora Doll for hours with no break. I’m ashamed to admit it, but we even raided the classics movie section for Barney tapes and made them watch..and sing along.
We were desperate! We had no choice! They were our last hope! Mankind’s Last hope. Surely you understand we had to do this!
Alas None had seen, and fewer had even heard of the amazing Oreo Of Strawberry milk-shaky goodness.
We had failed.
And then, Like a shining star breaking through the clouds, the She Mail Man Handed The Husband The Box.
And the celebration in the BPR household will go on for hours. Or at least until the last cookie has been dunked, sucked, twisted and swallowed.
Which is of course a lie. One Box of cookies was immediately and reverently placed in the freezer to be there In Case of Emergency. I just wish I had a glass box and a hammer…
And to document this monumental occasion, Pictures of the boys enjoying the only cookie they will get. We opened the box in front of them, we very well had to share. But Never Again.
The remaining box has been hidden in the dark recesses of the pantry, only to be removed upon proof of sleeping children.
Please make careful note of Stuperman watching how the boys twist open the cookie to suck out its delicious insides. After careful study, and one try at The Twist, he gave up and stuffed the whole thing in his mouth.
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*You might have noticed a coffee cup and other sundries. Stay tuned for more stories of the Amazing BadAss Coffee Mug and his adventures In BPRland!
** Basically, what I am trying to say is that this is getting long, so the coffee portion has been separated from the cookie portion of this post.
*** although I must say, Cookies are well dunked in coffee or milk.
****I prefer coffee, but that, my friends, is a tale for another day.
