I have a cold. It's making it difficult for me to hear clearly. Can you guess what I misunderstood in my conversation with Linus?
L: Guess what we learned about in school today, Mama.
Me: Ooohhh, something fun, I bet! Tell me.
L: Incest. (Army starts laughing because he knows I must have heard it wrong)
Me: WHAT?
L: Incest.
Me: WHAT??? (Army is laughing hysterically at this point)
L: Incest. You know.
Army: Tell Mommy what that is.
L: Bugs, Mommy. Bugs.
Me: Army, did she say insects the whole time?
Army: (laughing) Yep! But I knew what you heard!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
I've been thinking about this post for a few days now, so I think it's funny that I've seen quite a few blogs lately with similar posts. Must be the time.
Eons ago my SIL sent me an invite, and I just wasn't interested. Let's face it, Linus is a handful, and I didn't want something to distract me and keep me up later at night that I already am (I'm a serious night owl). Little by little, more and more friends joined. When the mother of a friend joined, I decided I absolutely didn't want to join. I love this mother to death. She's a really fun mother, but she's still a mother, you know? And hush, yes I do know I'm technically a mother, but I'm not old! Or at least I'm not as old as she is. A group of friends joined about six months ago, maybe more, and I went back and forth with the idea of joining, but I didn't. Now they're all sharing their pics that way, and I can't see them. Wah. So, I'm entertaining the thought of joining again. I'd love your thoughts.
A. Do you Facebook?
B. What's your favorite thing about Facebook?
C. Should I join or not?
Eons ago my SIL sent me an invite, and I just wasn't interested. Let's face it, Linus is a handful, and I didn't want something to distract me and keep me up later at night that I already am (I'm a serious night owl). Little by little, more and more friends joined. When the mother of a friend joined, I decided I absolutely didn't want to join. I love this mother to death. She's a really fun mother, but she's still a mother, you know? And hush, yes I do know I'm technically a mother, but I'm not old! Or at least I'm not as old as she is. A group of friends joined about six months ago, maybe more, and I went back and forth with the idea of joining, but I didn't. Now they're all sharing their pics that way, and I can't see them. Wah. So, I'm entertaining the thought of joining again. I'd love your thoughts.
A. Do you Facebook?
B. What's your favorite thing about Facebook?
C. Should I join or not?
Friday, January 9, 2009
An Extra Vent
Eh, so much for being nice. This is my second not-so-nice post in one week!
I'll just come out and say it. No sugar coating. I really dislike kiosk workers at the mall. My first mistake was going to the mall. I loathe indoor malls. It was a necessary trip though, so we went. After we accomplished our original goal, Linus needed a snack. Army took her to get one while I ran one more errand. Our mall has two distinct types of kiosk workers: the super aggressive sales ones and the lazy not-getting-off-their-cell-phones-for-anything ones. On my way out the store, I was accosted by the first type. I swear these people spot me and peg me as a softy. During Christmastime I'd tell them I wasn't interested, and if they'd persist--and they always do--I'd tell them I was paying a babysitter and didn't have time. Most of them would back off then. A few still didn't. I had Lolly with me this time, so I couldn't use that excuse. As he comes toward me, he began reaching around my neck. I politely told him I wasn't interested, but by the time I got that out of my mouth, he was holding his item around my neck. Don't touch my neck. I can't stand that! I again told him I wasn't interested, but he wouldn't let go. After I said I wasn't purchasing anything, he started in with, "I'm just trying to make a living selling the best product on the market." Blah, blah, blah. It was live info commercial, and I couldn't flip the channel.
Most regular stores don't treat their customers that way. If they did, customers wouldn't return. The thing with a mall, though, is that you don't have a choice. At our mall, they line every walkway. It's ridiculous. I am thisclose to not going back to the mall because I can't stand them.
So, what's your take on kiosk workers?
I'll just come out and say it. No sugar coating. I really dislike kiosk workers at the mall. My first mistake was going to the mall. I loathe indoor malls. It was a necessary trip though, so we went. After we accomplished our original goal, Linus needed a snack. Army took her to get one while I ran one more errand. Our mall has two distinct types of kiosk workers: the super aggressive sales ones and the lazy not-getting-off-their-cell-phones-for-anything ones. On my way out the store, I was accosted by the first type. I swear these people spot me and peg me as a softy. During Christmastime I'd tell them I wasn't interested, and if they'd persist--and they always do--I'd tell them I was paying a babysitter and didn't have time. Most of them would back off then. A few still didn't. I had Lolly with me this time, so I couldn't use that excuse. As he comes toward me, he began reaching around my neck. I politely told him I wasn't interested, but by the time I got that out of my mouth, he was holding his item around my neck. Don't touch my neck. I can't stand that! I again told him I wasn't interested, but he wouldn't let go. After I said I wasn't purchasing anything, he started in with, "I'm just trying to make a living selling the best product on the market." Blah, blah, blah. It was live info commercial, and I couldn't flip the channel.
Most regular stores don't treat their customers that way. If they did, customers wouldn't return. The thing with a mall, though, is that you don't have a choice. At our mall, they line every walkway. It's ridiculous. I am thisclose to not going back to the mall because I can't stand them.
So, what's your take on kiosk workers?
Thursday, January 8, 2009
The Good, The Bad, and The Great
First the good:
As I sat still in carpool line yesterday waiting for Linus, I was met with an unusual silence. Lolly usually screams when we're not moving, but today she was looking out her window towards the sky. I tilted my head back in the headrest and gazed at the sky too. It was full of clouds. I immediately saw two cloud shapes. The first was a playful dog, mouth open, with floppy ears, kind of like what you'd see in an ad from the 50s. The second was a loooonnng wiener dog with droopy ears. As I sat there staring at the sky, I was brought back to college. We used to go to the bowl to "study" and we'd inevitably lean back to enjoy and soak up the sun's rays. We'd watch the clouds go by, occasionally commenting on the figures we saw in the clouds. Rarely did anybody see what somebody else pointed out, but it was always fun. The wind began to blow, so the clouds began moving quickly, but I was still enjoying it. I noticed some very dark clouds, but above them were the fluffiest whitest clouds I've ever seen. It was rather relaxing and amusing
Until the bad...
All of a sudden I got a horrible pain. Horrible. I wore jeans and a t-shirt to pick up Linus today, and somehow in all my moving around to look at the clouds, I pinched my thigh with the jeans. Ouch! It hurt! Badly! And since I was in carpool line, there was nothing I could do. I tried to wiggle a little, but it didn't help. I tried to stretch my leg a bit, but that didn't help either. I certainly couldn't jump out of my car to fix it. Ugh! Hurry up carpool line! Finally the line began moving, and I was able to pick up Linus. A mere 10 minutes and I'd be home sweet home.
Then the great happened...
On the drive home, Linus said, "Oh look at those clouds Mommy! Look, that one looks like a turkey. And look! The sun looks like the Star of Bethlehem the way it's shining down! I just love looking at the clouds, Mama!"
Me too, my baby, me too!
As I sat still in carpool line yesterday waiting for Linus, I was met with an unusual silence. Lolly usually screams when we're not moving, but today she was looking out her window towards the sky. I tilted my head back in the headrest and gazed at the sky too. It was full of clouds. I immediately saw two cloud shapes. The first was a playful dog, mouth open, with floppy ears, kind of like what you'd see in an ad from the 50s. The second was a loooonnng wiener dog with droopy ears. As I sat there staring at the sky, I was brought back to college. We used to go to the bowl to "study" and we'd inevitably lean back to enjoy and soak up the sun's rays. We'd watch the clouds go by, occasionally commenting on the figures we saw in the clouds. Rarely did anybody see what somebody else pointed out, but it was always fun. The wind began to blow, so the clouds began moving quickly, but I was still enjoying it. I noticed some very dark clouds, but above them were the fluffiest whitest clouds I've ever seen. It was rather relaxing and amusing
Until the bad...
All of a sudden I got a horrible pain. Horrible. I wore jeans and a t-shirt to pick up Linus today, and somehow in all my moving around to look at the clouds, I pinched my thigh with the jeans. Ouch! It hurt! Badly! And since I was in carpool line, there was nothing I could do. I tried to wiggle a little, but it didn't help. I tried to stretch my leg a bit, but that didn't help either. I certainly couldn't jump out of my car to fix it. Ugh! Hurry up carpool line! Finally the line began moving, and I was able to pick up Linus. A mere 10 minutes and I'd be home sweet home.
Then the great happened...
On the drive home, Linus said, "Oh look at those clouds Mommy! Look, that one looks like a turkey. And look! The sun looks like the Star of Bethlehem the way it's shining down! I just love looking at the clouds, Mama!"
Me too, my baby, me too!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Extra, Annoying
Ok, so I at least try to be somewhat politically correct most of the time. I'm not today.
Is there a blogger that really irritates you? If it's me, don't answer! There's a blogger that really irritates me. I've tried to read her blog, but it's just incessant whining about every freaking detail of every minute of every second of her day. She also throws overly sweet sappy stuff in there in an attempt (?) to make the whining ok. Many of the bloggers that I follow read her blog, and she comments on their blogs also. I know I must be missing something, but I just can't figure out what it could possibly be. For the most part, I ignore her comments. I think she's probably a genuinely nice person, but the whining irritates me, as does the know-it-all attitude. No kidding, one time she told a male blogger about something male-specific. Um, I don't know about you, but I sure haven't figured out all the females out there, much less the opposite sex!
I really don't like disliking people (especially internet people who I don't even really know!). I can skip her blog, but I can't hide her comments on other people's blogs. So make me feel better. Is there a blogger that annoys you too?
Is there a blogger that really irritates you? If it's me, don't answer! There's a blogger that really irritates me. I've tried to read her blog, but it's just incessant whining about every freaking detail of every minute of every second of her day. She also throws overly sweet sappy stuff in there in an attempt (?) to make the whining ok. Many of the bloggers that I follow read her blog, and she comments on their blogs also. I know I must be missing something, but I just can't figure out what it could possibly be. For the most part, I ignore her comments. I think she's probably a genuinely nice person, but the whining irritates me, as does the know-it-all attitude. No kidding, one time she told a male blogger about something male-specific. Um, I don't know about you, but I sure haven't figured out all the females out there, much less the opposite sex!
I really don't like disliking people (especially internet people who I don't even really know!). I can skip her blog, but I can't hide her comments on other people's blogs. So make me feel better. Is there a blogger that annoys you too?
Sunday, January 4, 2009
An Extra Lesson in Words
Linus and I were playing a game in the car one day while we waited for Army to run an errand. She'd describe an animal, and I'd have to guess what it was. Once I figured it out, I'd describe and she'd guess. She constantly picked animals on the more rare end of the spectrum (not dog, cat, fish, etc). After several rounds (and at this point, I'm struggling to think of animals, yet she's got an arsenal saved up for future use), Army comes back to the car. He heard my description (alligator--brownish/greyish but lots of times colored green in pictures, four legs, tail, likes the water) and knew what it was. Linus heard it and said, "Is it a pollywog?"
Seriously?
First of all, that wasn't even on the radar for me. Second, HUH? Her vocabulary is completely different than mine!
Seriously?
First of all, that wasn't even on the radar for me. Second, HUH? Her vocabulary is completely different than mine!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
An Extra Year
Happy New Year!
Here's to the best year yet!
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Overheard today:
Army: Linus, don't move! Let me help you get down right now!
Army (after a minute of silence): Linus, you can't ever do that again, ok? You could have gotten hurt. That was very dangerous. Linus, do you understand? You can't ever do that again.
Linus: Ok Daddy. I was just trying to be Superman.
Army come into the kitchen a few minutes later and says, "Oh my gosh, Lanny! You should have seen what Linus was doing. It looked like so much fun!"
Do boys every grow up?
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Overheard today:
Army: Linus, don't move! Let me help you get down right now!
Army (after a minute of silence): Linus, you can't ever do that again, ok? You could have gotten hurt. That was very dangerous. Linus, do you understand? You can't ever do that again.
Linus: Ok Daddy. I was just trying to be Superman.
Army come into the kitchen a few minutes later and says, "Oh my gosh, Lanny! You should have seen what Linus was doing. It looked like so much fun!"
Do boys every grow up?
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