tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46819883108581064752024-03-13T00:20:59.723-05:00Tales from the Funny Farm6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-41833819015072471242010-10-09T09:14:00.005-05:002010-11-09T05:51:53.628-06:00Blue ToenailsThe other morning when I woke up I felt really good. I mean really, really good. Which kind of worried me cause you know what they say about people just before they die...they say that they said that they felt better than they had in years. But anyway , I felt so good. I was raring to go. I had a thousand things to do and I was going to get them all done that day. I could hardly wait to get started. Then I got out of bed. Yea.....<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>. Maybe I can do most of them tomorrow , you know?<br /><br /><br />Which brings me to the point I'm trying to make. People think I'm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">eccentric</span>. Maybe cause I wear blue polish on my toes , but just on 8 of them. By the time I get to those last two I'm just too tired to care. Plus I don't think I can reach those two. Seriously , its always the same two . Well except for the time I only painted my two big toes. I was really not feeling good that summer plus I needed new glasses so I think those were the only two I could see. Do you know how long it takes for bright blue polish to grow off your toenails? It takes a long , long time. Yea I know they make polish remover , but in the time it would have taken to take it off , I could have painted 2 more. Which was my intention all along. I'm old. I'm tired. But I was going to paint about 2 a day until I got them all done , but after summer was over ,it just didn't seem worth the effort. So I'm not <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">eccentric</span> , I'm just tired!<br /><br />Now that I think about it , it might not be the 8 blue toenails that make people think I'm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">eccentric</span>. At least <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> what I tell myself they think , except that one woman that called me just plain old crazy........but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> a whole <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">nuther</span> story. But I'm getting side swiped.... I mean tracked ...yea <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> it...side TRACKED. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span> so it might possibly be my pink hair that makes people think I'm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">cr</span>...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">eccentric</span>. The pink hair was not planned..it just happened to be the first one I saw when I went to the store. They had a display of them up front. True , it was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Halloween</span> , but the others were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">wayyyyyyyyy</span> back in the back of the store , so I weighed my options. Pink hair or walking to the back...pink hair or walking to the back. Well , I chose pink hair. I mean after all , it will <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">probably</span> wear off around the same time the blue polish does .....<br /><br />I also have hot pink glasses and wear flowers in my hair.And although I'm really very shy I just don't want to be known as ordinary. I mean whats the thrill in that. When I'm gone do I want people to say ..." Oh yea-I remember her ..that ordinary old lady!" or do I want them to say , " Oh yea-I remember her....that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">cr</span>...I mean <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">eccentric</span> old lady?" So tell me , which would you choose?6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-78533440627427040162010-10-07T10:35:00.016-05:002010-11-09T05:53:53.365-06:00Wal-MartI would have been a millionaire if it wasn't for W<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">almart</span>. Seriously. If you take all the money I have spent at W<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">almart</span> and added it up I would have been a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">millionaire</span>. (I keep saying it because I can't believe it but its true) Just the other day I spent 100.00 dollars for a loaf of bread. I did! Forget all the other crap that I hauled home in bags and bags .... I didn't need any of it so that loaf of bread cost me a hundred bucks! Pitiful.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">There is</span> something worse though. Guess what my youngest sons first word was!! I know you think I'm kidding , but I*'m not. Depressed me for days. Did <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wal</span>mart change him , feed <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">him</span> ( well <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> they have the food and pampers but I have to administer them). Did W<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">al</span>mart sit up nights with him when he was sick? No they didn't? Guess who did? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">That's</span> right! MAMA. But he didn't say mama first...oh no sir <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">ree</span>-he said Walmart. How depressing is that.<br /><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span> say <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">wal</span>-mart is chock full of enticing items and various and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sundry</span> food stuffs. The first W<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">al</span>-mart store was opened in 1962 so I am old enough to actually remember a world without <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">walmart</span>. And I made it fine ( would be a rich woman today) But think about it. None of my boys have ever lived in a world without <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">wal</span>-mart , not even my oldest son. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wal</span>-mart to them is like breathing...always been there , don't think about it much.<br /><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span> so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">here's</span> another thing about <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">wal</span>-mart. Bad enough that I spend all my money (would have been rolling in dough) there , at least in the past , I got to pick out which needless stuff I carted home. But now , THEY have started putting things in my basket FOR me! I know what <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">you're</span> thinking. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">You're</span> thinking that since shes been around since before <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error">walmart</span> was invented that shes <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">probably</span> senile and putting stuff in her basket and forgetting. That is n......I lost my train of thought there for a minute...oh yea! THAT IS NOT THE CASE! WHY in GOD'S NAME would I even THINK I needed shotgun shells or baby food (have no baby at the moment) or a gun.for that matter.....anyway , this is what I think happens. I think they PAY people to follow shoppers of a certain age (old women) around the store , and when they turn there backs they put stuff in there. It's the only logical explanation . Because , most people may not take the time to return it , they just pile it up with all the other useless sh....I mean various and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sundry</span> items. So its a huge sales boost to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error">wal</span>-mart. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Probably</span> how they got to be #1. I never know what I'll get home with. I pull things out of my bag and I'm like "WHAT THE HE## " well you get the picture. I tell you , it would be just like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Christmas</span> morning , if I wasn't paying for it....<br /><br /><br />And think about all the time I have wasted in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error">wal</span>-mart! They must have subliminal suggestion or something piped through the air , that not only makes you want to spend <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error">money</span> but also hang out there! I can wander around <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error">walmart</span> for 3 hours today and then do it again <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tomorrow</span>. And <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">here's</span> the thing. It will all be different stuff tomorrow! They have little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error">walmart</span> elves that work all night moving stuff around , <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> all they do , just <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">shuffle</span> stuff so that it looks like a different place <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span> you walk in. Which keeps you there for hours. And I know <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error">you've</span> all heard stories of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error">walmart</span> employees not knowing where anythingis. I'll let you in on a little secret. THEY KNOW!!!! I believe its all a part of a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">conspiracy</span>. If they don't tell you where the sh... stuff is that you WANT , then you are forced to wander aimlessly for hours, therefore giving the cart <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error">stuffers</span> a chance to fill your cart with sh...I mean stuff you DON'T want. But you'll take it home with you anyway because even if you notice it before you leave , do you really want to go to customer service and stand in line for an hour , and THEN try to convince the people there , that you did not purchase so and so , EVEN THOUGH it is on YOUR <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">receipt</span> and in YOUR cart? Well gotta run....no I am not going to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error">wal</span>-mart , smarty! My husband asked me to. He said we needed milk , but I told him I only had 60 dollars...........6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-56040067479991227002010-07-17T02:11:00.005-05:002010-07-17T02:43:43.047-05:00Whose panties are these anyway?The other day I was cleaning out my dresser drawers when I came across several pairs of huge , ugly granny panties. I shut the drawer , took a step back and made sure that it was , indeed , my dresser I was going through. It was. Going deeper into the drawer I discovered some tiny black panties that I had worn 15 years ago. Then I found some pretty , flowery , slightly bigger panties. Still investigating , I came across some lacy boy cuts that I remembered buying about 5 years ago. They were bigger than the flowery ones , but still cute and slightly sexy.<br /><br />I sat down on the bed and tried to figure out who the granny panties belonged to. I racked my brain trying to remember if I had kept any of my grandmothers panties. I mean , why would I? Surely there were better things to remember her by. Well , after much thought and brain racking , I decided that there just wasn't an explanation. I wasn't upset. As mother to 6 boys , I had come across stranger things.<br /><br />I gathered up the panties , went into the living room and asked my husband , " Whose panties are these anyway?" " How the heck should I know?" he asked. "Where were they?" When I told him that they were in my drawer he had the audacity to suggest that they might be mine!<br /><br />Then he goes on to tell me how , if I was insinuating that he was having an affair with a grandmother and then stowing her panties in my drawer , I was way off the mark. I knew it was far fetched , but that HAD to be it. I mean they just COULD NOT BE MY PANTIES! Then I saw a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">light bulb</span> go off in his head. " HEY!" he shouted. " I just remembered. I was with you when you bought those! I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">remember</span> because we had a hard time finding panties sized in the double digits.........." He must have seen my face because he suddenly remembered that he had to do something outside.<br /><br />Well , what a letdown! I have granny panties in MY drawers. Things were NOT supposed to turn out like this! I mean , I have become used to the hair dye , the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">spanx</span> , the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">fixodent</span>. The offers in the mail for Hover rounds and burial insurance don't bother me like they used to. I can even deal with the liver spots. But I refuse to keep my grand mothers panties in my drawer. I am going back in there right now and making her her own damn drawer!6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-27737426371279604602010-03-12T21:27:00.002-06:002010-03-13T14:52:20.266-06:00Homework<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDu9H2Ghb-vAp7Y-MGt7ezoay-Vm0SyfLAXiS64bVfCIskL9S1Xw4wHxKZxOfSdhYhD8MrR5T-OoRbLbeZ2Nbdok9kohXT3CmcpJSp1bTMixb3zIIZqbMTmv306E0yLVN86o3TlEK_bT8/s1600-h/pole.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447955464618873442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDu9H2Ghb-vAp7Y-MGt7ezoay-Vm0SyfLAXiS64bVfCIskL9S1Xw4wHxKZxOfSdhYhD8MrR5T-OoRbLbeZ2Nbdok9kohXT3CmcpJSp1bTMixb3zIIZqbMTmv306E0yLVN86o3TlEK_bT8/s320/pole.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Came across this today and wanted to share! I tried to make it bigger but I couldn't. You can still read it though!</div>6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-51229327915300132222010-03-06T07:00:00.005-06:002010-03-06T10:21:12.765-06:00Don't fall down......Yesterday when I got home from work and picked up the mail, I had an offer from The Scooter Store and an offer to bury me for free. I decided to pass on the burial , but the idea of sliding around the house on my butt was pretty tempting. However , I kept having visions of getting hung up on the carpet and falling over , like Tim Conway used to do on that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tricycle</span>. Besides , I don't need no scooter. I still feel like I'm 16 , except when I'm awake.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Seriously</span>, don't they think that these offers might depress us old people. I don't know about you , but I don't want to be buried until I'm stinking. Yesterday when I got that offer , I checked, and so far I still smell fine. I mean , I had just got home from work so I didn't smell like a bed of roses , but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">geez</span>, I didn't need to be BURIED , for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Pete's</span> sake.<br /><br />Which makes me think of something else: <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Every time</span> I fall , I think about that commercial. You know the one. She falls and says, "I've fallen and I can't get up"! Luckily , <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">every time</span> I have fallen so far , I have still been able to get back up. When the time comes and I can't , and I have to utter those dreaded can't get up words , I am beating the <a href="mailto:$@it">$@it</a> out of anyone that tries to film me while I'm laying there!<br /><br />Well , I guess I'm done for now. I've gotten myself all worked up so I guess I better go in the kitchen and see if I can find some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">fibermucel</span> or something to calm me down. Until next time, what ever you do don't fall down. Someone may come along and try to bury you!6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-6421697253243171212010-03-02T08:21:00.000-06:002010-03-02T08:22:37.983-06:00<a href="http://www.obsessedwithscrapbooking.com/">http://www.obsessedwithscrapbooking.com/</a><br /><br />This is a great blog. She does a lot of pretty things. If you follow the link and leave a comment , you might win some pretty paper!6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-67372651784439714172010-02-02T22:39:00.003-06:002010-02-02T22:46:16.394-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildxlcaWZbDZq43pcO2Kx7cj1vsu3Zu8lEQ5zxsPPHAmbGXDA6oKJfQJ7Bm7FR_boIgVUPg-qP58TDqfyZMib4nC6pu-TRFChOl4SW0EUtxSyU9ad9UTNUdQdpV8mgmyU6AAw9QFJTiRE/s1600-h/Pauls+igloo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433873007017752626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildxlcaWZbDZq43pcO2Kx7cj1vsu3Zu8lEQ5zxsPPHAmbGXDA6oKJfQJ7Bm7FR_boIgVUPg-qP58TDqfyZMib4nC6pu-TRFChOl4SW0EUtxSyU9ad9UTNUdQdpV8mgmyU6AAw9QFJTiRE/s320/Pauls+igloo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />This is my son , Paul , and his family.Paul is the third from the oldest. Leave it to him to build an igloo when everyone else is building snowmen. And today is my grandsons birthday. Easy to remember cause its Groundhog Day!6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-12733116797189293482010-02-02T09:07:00.003-06:002010-02-02T09:18:04.526-06:00My kids make my head hurt........and my ears , and my legs and my back..............they make my hair gray and I'm pretty sure they are the ones that ruined my eyesight. All those nights of sitting up all night making a costume when you have nothing to make it out of except a needle , a paper sack , a maxi-pad , and 2 crayons. Because they didn't tell me they needed one until they were getting in the bed. Of course , they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">probably</span> brought a note home , but they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">probably</span> put it in the hamster cage so that " Cookie would have something to read".<br /><br />My ears hurt because I hear <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">HEAINTTHEBOSSAME</span>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 4,000 times a day and my head hurts because they bicker <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">allllllllllllll</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">dayyyyyyyyyyyyy</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">longggggggggggggggg</span>.My hair turns gray because I worry so much , because my heart does not belong to me anymore. It belongs to them. My butt hurts because it only ever comes into contact with a chair for about 2 seconds at a time. And my poor old back , it bends to pick up shoes and toys and clothes constantly! It's overwhelming really! I'm not very organized so most of the time I don't know where anything is or what I'm supposed to do with it when I find it. *ell , half the time I don't even know what it is I'm looking for. So I live in a perpetual state of confusion , which if you ever meet me , will account for the stupid look on my face. But when I drag my tired butt to bed at night and lie down and feel all the little twinges and aches and pains , I know its because I did something that mattered that day. I spent another day with my boys. A day filled with ups and downs and fights and hugs and tears and laughter. And although I'm human and will not say that the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">whining</span> and fighting did not get on my nerves , I can also say that since I am a mother what I will remember is :<br /><br />Helping Jordan catch a frog<br /><br />The smell of Canes hair in the sun<br /><br />My 36 year old son calling just to tell me he loved me<br /><br />Watching <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">fireflys</span> with the boys<br /><br />Finding the birthday card my 25 year old gave me where he wrote " you are my rock mama "<br /><br />..............The salt of our daily lives is generously peppered throughout the day with the little things that truly matter. So , although I may tell my boys that they make my head hurt , they will laugh and remember all the good things we sprinkled into our days.6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-32389061894707592782010-01-31T22:52:00.003-06:002010-01-31T23:03:32.186-06:00Things that don't work around here<div align="left"><br />My left side mirror on my van doesn't work. It did until I let my little grand daughter practice driving. Out in the country with nothing around for miles but a cow fence. Yep, she hit it. Well she didn't so much hit it as just kind of drive down the side of it. Finally, I convinced her to get off of it but that's a whole nuther story. Anyway , so my left hand side mirror doesn't work. Did you know that you can't see vehicles coming up on the left side through the rearview mirror, or in the right hand mirror? You can only see things in the rear and on the right side with them. How ridiculous is that? I was gonna get it fixed until I learned that it would cost 200 dollars , then I decided to just deal with it, so I never go anywhere that I cant get to from the left lane. I discovered that if you stay in the left lane all the time , that it eliminates having to switch from the right lane to the left, thus avoiding the problem of not being able to see. I also discovered that I can go just about anywhere in our little city, in the left lane. True , sometimes I have to turn left when I don't really want to, but a couple of spins around the block usually gets me back on track. </div><div align="left"><br />My internet doesn't work . It did until the other night. I was sitting at the computer typing away, when all of a sudden my internet box started running across the desk. It scrambled all the way across the desk, down the side , across the floor, until it was stopped by the wall. It lay there for a minute and then tried to squeeze itself through the little hole in the wall from which the internet cable was coming out of. Well I just sat there for a minute contemplating. If you've ever been to my house, you would know that this is not very unusual, compared to some of the things that have happened here Anyway , I went to the door and cautiously looked outside in the direction of where the cable comes into the wall. I couldn't really see anything cause our outside light doesn't work . Just about that time I heard our dog, Scamp , growling at something in the yard. I went to get the flashlight, but it didn't work, so I went outside and tried to find the dog. Now this wasn't too hard ,since he's white and he was growling. He had something between his jaws , shaking it back and forth like bloody murder. I finally managed to get him off of it and peered down. I live in the country and anybody who lives in the country knows how dark it can be when your outside light doesn't work. After not seeing any movement from the thing lying on the ground I carefully picked it up and brought it up to my face until I could see that it was my internet cable. Apparently he had yanked it off the side of the house and ran out into the yard with it. When he ran out of cable and was jerked back, it must have made him mad, so he decided to kill it. </div><div align="left"><br />One of my drawers in the kitchen doesn't work. This may not seem important, but when you consider that I only had 4 to start with, to me that makes it pretty important. The whole front of the drawer just fell off one day. At first I propped it back up there cause it looked better you know? It has been broken for 5 years , but when the kids would come home for Christmas they would still try to open it and it would fall on their foot. So then I turned it around so that there was no handle to grab. They would pry their fingers in between the crack and STILL try to open it, so I took it off completely. It doesn't look very pretty leaning against the fridge , and the drawer is useless without it, but oh well .</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">My mop doesn't work anymore since I ran over it. Well that's not entirely true. It's much shorter than it was and bent to the right, but it still works if I crawl on the floor when I'm mopping, and only use my right hand. The icemaker in the fridge doesn't work, the freezer on the back porch doesn't work, and one of the commodes has gone on strike. I will soon not be working because I have figured out that I'm not making any money at it. My closet light does not work and my dryer only works 2 days a week, and then only if it isn't raining. One of the headlights on my van just stopped working, but that's ok. I'll just make sure that it's daytime whenever I go to wherever I can get to by using only the left lane.</div>6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-3083477927527760532010-01-27T22:55:00.001-06:002010-01-27T22:56:54.012-06:00ANOTHER Kiki Art giveaway!Can you believe they're doing a second Kiki Art giveaway? Go over to Sarahs blog and read all about it and leave a comment for a chance to win.<a href="http://redoaklines.com/">http://redoaklines.com/</a>6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-71330361935206252332010-01-26T15:10:00.002-06:002010-01-26T18:49:43.813-06:00Want to win some pretty scrapbooking stuff from KiKi?Sarah is giving away something pretty on her blog! Go take a look!http://redoaklines.com/2010/01/26/kiki-art-giveaway/6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-78921667885157288592010-01-22T00:16:00.004-06:002010-01-22T00:57:53.707-06:00Mammy's Mammogram<div align="left">So the other day I went to get a mammogram. I was nervous as all get out and I KNEW it was gonna be painful. I mean , the way I had it figured was that if your boobys are squeezed every now and then , they get desensitized and it won't hurt as much. Well mine had not been squeezed in so long , I knew it was gonna hurt reallyreallyreally bad. </div><br />So after it's over I'm sitting there feeling abused and stretched and sore when the girl comes back in and tells me I can put my shirt back on. So shes behind me where I can't see her and she says,"By the way , your breasts look really good". I just about choked on my own spit! Nobody had said that to me in 30 years! Well I didn't know what to say but naturally I started talking anyway. I was a little embarrassed so I suppose I might have rambled , but it went something like this: "Why thank you! I don't really work out anymore (never have ) and I've had 7 children , but I don't guess they look too bad , considering. I do try to take care of them".<br /><br />I have no idea why I said that. I mean it's not like you can put them on the treadmill and let them run, you know. Anyway , you could have heard a pin drop. During this PREGNANT pause , I started thinking.(usually a mistake)............I know shes not gay and even if she is , she isn't making a pass at you so don't get scared. I mean ( I was thinking) why would she? You're fif----well you're OLDER and shes like 12 or something. Shes just being nice. Women notice other women's bodies. Its ok for a woman to give another woman a compliment. Anyway , while I was doing all this thinking , it occurred to me that I should return the compliment , so I opened my mouth and said ,'' Yours don't look bad either". I swear I did.<br /><div align="justify"></div>By this time I had my shirt on and buttoned so I finally had to turn around (against my will) and she was just standing there staring at me. Then she said ,without cracking a smile ," I meant your mammogram". What could I say ? I mean , really what would you have said? Well you know me. I felt like I had to say something , so I said , "Well yours still look pretty good".<br /><br />I tell you what. I am NEVER going back there again. And WHEREVER I go for the next one , I'm taping my mouth shut.6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-69410931761238911142010-01-19T00:12:00.004-06:002010-01-19T00:52:29.875-06:00If I could save time in a bottle..............Maybe I'd finally know what time it is. Sure , I've got clocks and watches and vcr's and even a clock on the stove. But they all have a different time on them. So if I want to know what time it is, I have to go outside and look up at the sun , then go back inside and try to decide which clock most closely resembles the position of the sun in the sky. Or something like that. If it's summertime and the sun is still high in the sky....and I'm not starving, but only slightly hungry , I can guess that it's around 7 pm.I tell you , we love the nightly news around here because then we know for sure its 10 o'clock.Or at least we did until a few weeks ago when we heard somebody on TV say,"News at 9-an earlier time , so you can get to bed earlier".That messed us up pretty bad. Now we're never sure if we're watching news at 9 or news at 10 ,which means that we can't even tell if it's time to go to bed or not.<br /><br />Now all this confusion is not because we're too lazy to set the clocks. It's just that we don't know how.Especially the one on the vcr and oven.We've never recorded anything or timed anything.The other day my daughter-in-law was here and we were cooking pizza's for the kids and I kept going in and checking on them.Finally she asked me why I didn't just set the oven timer. I looked at her like she had two heads. Speaking of kid's , when the big boys come home for Christmas I usually get them to set all the clocks and gadgets for us. It doesn't last long though , cause we have a lot of power surges around here and soon everything is blinking again. At night time it looks like the Vegas strip around here with all the blinking and flashing going on.<br /><br />You may wonder how my husband manages to get up for work.Well, he always wakes up at 5 am, no matter what the clock says.This includes the days he doesn't have to go to work. So if I happen to be awake at 5 am and ask him what time it is , he can tell me. Otherwise , he's useless as a timepiece.<br /><br />I've heard that everyone has an internal clock, but take my word for it when I tell you that mine is not reliable.The other day I woke up at 8 ( I thought) and jumped out of bed . Well , at my age , it was more like a stagger , than a jump , but you get the point. Anyway , the kids had a dentist appointment , so I threw a piece of toast at them and we headed out. The appointment was at 9 and my internal clock told me it was around 9ish as we pulled into the parking lot. We went in and I told the receptionist we were there, then went and sat down. I saw her whisper something to her co-worker but I thought it was cause I had on two different shoes. After about 10 minutes she approached me and timidly informed me that our appointment was at 9. I agreed with her. Then she told me that it was now 11:15. THEN she told me that the appointment was at 9 yesterday.........see what I mean about my internal clock? Not only is it A WHOLE DAY LATE but it can't even get me up at a decent hour. As I was slinking out my cell phone buzzed to let me know I had a new message. It was the dentist office calling to remind me of my appointment.............<br /><br />Well I guess that's all for tonight. I'm feeling kind of tired so it must be time for bed..........(I think).6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-28753479006364552862010-01-12T21:13:00.006-06:002010-01-15T06:21:23.490-06:00Another Hamster Story"Mama , we want a hamster," the boys whined.<br /><br />"You can't have a hamster. You won't take care of it. It'll end up being my responsibility," I answered.<br /><br />"We WILL take care of it, " they insisted. "We promise."<br /><br />So I gave in. I warned them if they failed to keep their promise the hamster would have to go.<br /><br />Against my better judgement , I got them a hamster. EVEN THOUGH I KNEW BETTER. I vowed that it would not be like LAST TIME. Some of you may remember LAST TIME. Anyway , they named him Danny. Three months later when I found myself cleaning the cage and feeding him , with no help from the boys , I decided I should look for him a new home.<br /><br />When I told the boys that Danny would be leaving, I thought they took the news very well , which surprised me. One of the boys said , "He's been around a long time. We'll miss him."<br /><br />I agreed with him , but I added , "Yes I know you'll miss him a little , but he's too much work for one person. Since I'm that one person , I say he's got to go."<br /><br />The other boy said, "Well maybe if he wouldn't eat so much and be so messy we could keep him."<br /><br />But I had had enough. I had been DOWN THAT ROAD BEFORE. If you have kids , you know which road I'm talking about.<br /><br />"It's time to take Danny to his new home now, " I insisted. "Go and get his cage."<br /><br />At the mention of the cage the boys eyes flew open in surprise and they started crying and screaming, "DANNY? NOT DANNY! WE THOUGHT YOU SAID DADDY!"6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-33303793246974392212009-05-26T05:52:00.002-05:002009-05-26T05:58:09.669-05:00We have a winner!The winner for the $25.00 gift certificate for ecostore has been randomly picked.........and the winner is.........................Dorlene! Dorlene , I can't find your e-mail address. You can email it to me at <a href="mailto:ava_collett@hotmail.com">ava_collett@hotmail.com</a>. I need it for the company to be able to send you the certificate.It will not be used for any other purpose. Thanks to everyone who entered.6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-36892897298631309082009-05-24T22:32:00.003-05:002009-05-24T22:52:03.096-05:00Contest for ecostore products.......So I've been trying out this new shampoo for my family and even my dog! It's good for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">environment</span> so I figured it had to be better for us too , right? It's from <a href="http://www.ecostoreusa.com/" target="_blank">http://www.ecostoreusa.com/</a> . We tried the Rosemary and Orange shampoo and conditioner. It doesn't lather as much as your usual stuff , but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">that's</span> because it doesn't have all that nasty artificial stuff in it! And it made our hair feel really clean and soft. And it only takes a tiny bit , so it's a great value for your money.<br /><br />The dog shampoo was the Herbal Fresh All Natural Shampoo. Our little wiener dog has sensitive skin and would scratch all the time. I didn't realize it was his shampoo until I used this. It doesn't irritate his skin so he doesn't scratch like he did before. I don't have a Meijer store near me , but you can find the products there , or on the website.<br /><br />Anyway , if you'll visit the website and post a quick comment here , somebody will win a $25.00 gift certificate , then you can see for yourself how great this stuff is! You have until Tuesday morning , so start posting. Thanks!6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-46131167738910174342009-05-24T21:37:00.003-05:002009-05-24T22:13:21.712-05:00Mama said there'd be days like this.....The other day I woke up with a bad headache . I should have just quit my job and went back to bed. But I drug my old tired butt out of the bed (first mistake ) and stumbled to the bathroom and looked in the mirror ( second mistake ). It gets worse every day. I think I was 10 years older than when I went to bed the night before. I had dreamed all night of being chased by robbers. That takes a lot of energy , not to mention the fear of what they would do to me when they caught me and found out I was broke. Anyway , while I was trying to brush my hair , I discovered a bony ridge on my skull. This ridge was right in the middle if my skull , starting at the hairline. It went about 3 inches back , ending exactly where my sunglasses sit. On either side of the ridge were two little trenches. They were pretty deep. Well , great , I thought. During the night some horrible abnormality had formed on my head , and now I had to deal with that , along with all the other crap I was sure I would face that day.<br />Well ,had to go to work no matter what obscenity was growing out of my head. As I pushed my sunglasses back I noticed that the nose pieces fit PERFECTLY in each little trench. I never wear them on my eyes , just to hold my hair back. I'd been doing it for years , so I decided I would go without them a few days to see if that was causing the problem. Sure enough , the trenches begin to disappear so that the ridge could no longer be felt. Who would have ever thought you could wear TRENCHES in your head with your glasses?<br /><br />But I'm getting ahead of myself. I wanted to tell you about my DAY. I went on to work and had the usual . You know the kind. I had to pay the bills that day , so when I got home that afternoon , I was as broke as I was when I started. Only difference was my feet were swollen and my back hurt. When I stopped at the mailbox I noticed a letter from the social security. For a moment I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe they had made a mistake on withholding or something? Maybe we were gonna actually have some money left over out of my husbands check each week? I eagerly tore the letter open and this is what it said: "GOOD NEWS! You qualify for a free funeral"! Now who in the *ell do they think that is good news for? Not for me. Maybe for my relatives. Why didn't they send THEM the frigging letter. What a day!<br /><br />Well , as they say , there's a silver lining in every cloud , so I guess the fact that I have lived long enough to qualify for a free funeral is good news. Hey , I take it where I can get it , you know what I mean? And I'm an optimist at heart , so as I lay my weary head upon my pillow , I knew tomorrow would be a better day! I just wish there was some way to tell those robbers that I 'm broke before they start chasing me again tonight........6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-34655678515810235502009-05-19T05:34:00.002-05:002009-05-19T05:44:30.228-05:00My sisterIts been hard to write lately. My sister was diagnosed with colon cancer in Feb. She is undergoing very intense chemo right now , and its been kinda hard to think funny thoughts. I've always been really close to her. She is 11 years older than me and she really took care of me alot , instead of my mama. I don't know if I would have ever been taken to a park , or read to or taken swimming , if not for my sister. Shes the one I went to when the growing up girl things started happening. I don't blame my mama at all. I loved her dearly , but she was just raised differently and it was a different time back then. I guess a time when people believed that kids should be seen and not heard.<br /><br />I pray that my sister will be alright. She is such a special person. She's the kind of person that when the house is full , you can always find people flocked around her. Anyway , I'll get back on track soon. Have a great day , and think of my sis in your prayers.6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-5981140649040563112009-05-03T21:57:00.003-05:002009-05-03T22:39:42.594-05:00Just another day in paradise............Well gosh , it rained Friday night , all day Saturday and most of today. Saturday morning Cane got out of bed ( my bed ) at 8 am and at 8:15 he said , " I'm bored." So can you tell how my weekend went? By last night we were separating all the pens and pencils in the house , making sure they would write , and then putting them in their own little drawer. Tonight we're planning on mating all the socks. That ought to keep us busy until bedtime , as I haven't mated them since 1999.<br /><br />I guess since we've been stuck inside with 2 boys all weekend , my husband had nothing else to do , so he started thinking. That by itself , is always dangerous , and produces crazy results. This morning , after he had been thinking awhile , he came into the kitchen where I was ( I've been there for 50 years , so he always knows where to find me ) and said , " Happy Mothers Day ". He was grinning from ear to ear , like he deserved a medal or something , for remembering. Being foolish , I blurted out that it wasn't mothers day until next Sunday. So then he asked me what I wanted for mothers day. In past years my wants were along these lines................<br /><br />A day at the spa<br />a new printer<br />a new purse<br />a mani/pedi<br />a gift certificate to Hobby Lobby<br /><br />you get the picture. Anyway ,he always insisted I tell him exactly what I wanted , how much it was and where he could find it. No surprises there , you're thinking. WRONG. I got a box of NASTY tasting candy , and a stuffed teddy bear. Well , I guess I still get surprised because the color of the teddy bear varies from year to year. So when he asked me this year I said " some chocolates and a teddy bear". Wonder what he'll get me??????????6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-60972906063746997292009-04-26T06:38:00.004-05:002009-04-26T21:34:44.954-05:00Sleeping With The Enemy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3LuWKRUtKlYvdwl8d7xdek-aUl5vOAvNxKlpejS2muwj6wEqxChfx2oazo8BQFPLFWlBhp09xPXLczAsqPbDBWNBkNV3az8WAenDvM5TKW1f7suUnKwEACiWDrC4rWeFGbMDiMCocE0/s1600-h/sleepin+with+the+enemy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329193985566309554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3LuWKRUtKlYvdwl8d7xdek-aUl5vOAvNxKlpejS2muwj6wEqxChfx2oazo8BQFPLFWlBhp09xPXLczAsqPbDBWNBkNV3az8WAenDvM5TKW1f7suUnKwEACiWDrC4rWeFGbMDiMCocE0/s320/sleepin+with+the+enemy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Although the cans in my pantry are far from neat , last night I was sleeping with the enemy. And though I don't usually call my family ' the enemy ' ......last night was a nightmare. Picture it : Doug , me , Jordan ,Cane and The Wiener Dog.......all in a bed built for two. Well , you can't really count me , cause I don't think the inch I occupied counts. I'm telling you , it was almost worse than the night The Hermit Crab got in the bed with us. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words , so I'll just show you what we looked like. Notice that even though The Wiener Dog has one , I don't even get a pillow.</div>6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-39811915578759678792009-04-23T11:08:00.007-05:002009-04-23T19:53:24.665-05:00Honor RollSo today they are having an awards ceremony at the school for the honor roll kids. My two boys both got honor roll this time. I do not see how that happened. One of them drags an empty backpack ( containing only a bubble gum wrapper and half of a plastic Easter egg ) back and forth to school every day. There is never anything else in it. Ever. I have even got out of bed in the middle of the night to go look and it was still empty. The other day he called me from school and asked me to bring his backpack cause he had forgotten it. So I drove to the school and handed the principal his backpack and she said , " It feels empty." to which I replied , "It is." She just shrugged and said she'd see that he got it. I have no idea why he needed it so desperately. I don't know.......maybe to bring the other half of the Easter egg home in? Who knows?<br /><br />Anyway , the other boy has plenty of stuff in His backpack , I'll tell you that much! He has hundreds of papers , and candy wrappers , and toys , and empty glue bottles. And trying to read his papers are like trying to break a secret code. He crumbles them up in a ball so when we uncrumble them they look like maps. and they have been so tightly wadded up that we have to sit a plant or something on the edge to hold the paper down. Then we have to get a magnifying glass to try to read whats on the paper because it is criss crossed with so many lines from being wadded.....well anyway , you get the picture.<br /><br />So I 'm just saying , I DO NOT SEE HOW THEY GOT HONOR ROLL. but if the school says they did , then it must be so. So the parents will meet in the cafeteria today and see the awards handed out. I of course , am very proud of the boys and will clap and beam accordingly. But I can't help but wonder why we parents never get awards .<br /><br />Now I know I'm their mother and I'm supposed to do things for them , without expecting anything in return.<span style="color:#ffff00;"> </span>Take for example , just getting them out of bed in the mornings to get them to school in the first place. I don't mind walking into their room and gently waking them up. I mean I would'nt mind , if that was the way it ever happened. HA! I walk into their room , and step on the skateboard , which sends me flying across the room , knocking over the crab habitat as I go by.Finally , I skate into the bed , where I'm flung down in a heap , onto THE WIENER DOG , who of course tries to attack me. So by then I'm not in a gentle mood , so I scream "GETOUTTATHEBEDANDPUTTHATDOGOUTSIDE!!!<br /><br />Anyway, so imagine this scene 5 more times before they finally get up. Only I know now to watch out for the skateboard , but you can substitute roller skate, heely, hermit crab, cat, tack..whatever. The item doesn't matter, just know that there is always something dangerous waiting for me in there. So I finally get them out of bed , and they have 10 minutes to washeatdressgrabemptybackpackgetincardrivetoschooljumpoutandgetinclassbeforebellrings....but they make it. On time. I'm Wonder woman , I tell you.<br /><br />Getting them into the bed at night , and to stay there,is just as hard as getting them up. It's like a 2 or 3 hour long process. Then around midnight , when you think they are asleep , one of them comes out to tell you that he left his shoes (the only pair he'll wear ) down in the creek. So you get the flashlight and go down to the creek to fish them out , THEN you have to wash and dry them. And you can't go to sleep until they're dry because you know , of the BUMP BUMP BUMP. THEN when you drag yourself out of the bed in the morning , he tells you that he's decided to wear a DIFFERENT PAIR OF SHOES!<br /><br />And you know , when those boys see their teachers , they say , "Good morning , Mrs. so and so , how are you?" When they see me they say , "Did you get me anything?" Now don't you think that not slapping them deserves an award?6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-54020102092598307012009-04-21T11:26:00.001-05:002009-04-21T11:27:52.969-05:00Finally....I'm back.....and I'm so happy. I'll be posting stories tonight if anyone is still with me!6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-83139643292389750822008-12-02T09:48:00.002-06:002008-12-02T09:50:45.219-06:00Hey I really miss ya'll...........but I haven't had internet for awhile. I'm writing this from a friends house , if I still have any readers....just to let ya'll know I'm ok. I was afraid that some of you might think that my husband killed me over the snake.........anyway, hope to have my internet back on soon. Have a great christmas and see you soon.6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-11369641718347019402008-08-25T05:39:00.012-05:002008-08-25T07:31:54.360-05:00Aging GracefullyThere are certain problems you run into when you have children at my age. Like remembering where you left them each morning when you drop them off at school. The teachers get really angry if you don't come back and pick them up. I guess they think you're out having fun , while they take care of your kids for you. In reality , you're driving around town trying to remember where you left them. If it's a really bad day , you're at home happily puttering away , having forgotten entirely that you even have school aged children.<br /><br />Seriously though , the other day I read that experts say that women lose 10% of their brain cells when they're pregnant. I have 6 boys. If this is true , then I'm in deep *hit.<br /><br />Something else I read: I read that your nose and ears never stop growing. That explains why my grandpa had such huge ears. And my grandma. I guess I inherited it from both sides and it seems that at the rate I'm going , by the time I get to be 70 , I'll look like an elf. Or with my luck , a troll. You want to talk to someone about aging gracefully , you better talk to someone that didn't have big ears to start with. Don't talk to ME about it , cause I'm pretty *issed.<br /><br />My nose is OK I guess. It was kinda small to start with , so when I get old ( OK , I hear you snickering , I mean REALLY old ) maybe it'll be normal sized.<br /><br />There's another problem that we women have as we age , that men don't have to deal with. The older we get , the bigger our purses get. I used to laugh at my mama and grandma about this. They would carry around these huge , suitcase sized purses full of God only knows what. Remember the show 'Lets Make A deal' ? The guy used to ask if you had outlandish things in your purse and if you did , you would win. I would beg my mama to go on that show , cause I just knew she could make us rich. Anyway , I SWORE that when I got older I wouldn't carry those huge purses.<br /><br />Which brings me to the point of my visit to the doctor the other day. I try to avoid looking in the mirror as I get older , but sometimes its necessary, like when I'm brushing my teeth. So I was brushing my teeth the other night when I noticed that my left shoulder was about 2 inches lower than my right one. Which might not have been a huge problem by itself , but this also made my left arm look about three inches longer than the other one. Which gave me a slightly monkeyish appearance on that side. Well , I'm not one to run to the doctor over every little thing , but I feared that if I didn't go check it out , soon my arm would be dragging the ground , and then what would I do? Anyway , the doctor told me that my purse was too heavy! Well , I never heard such a thing! If he hadn't of tried to move it out of his way , and found that he couldn't lift it , I don't think he would have jumped to that conclusion. Can you believe that he suggested that I carry a smaller purse? Well I wasn't born yesterday you know, and sometimes you just have to do what you thing is best. I decided to just start carrying my purse on my right side , and I figured that after a few days things would even out.......................<br /><br />By the way , have you ever noticed what women call their purses? My grandma called hers a POCKETBOOK. My mama called hers a PURSE. My daughters-in-law call theirs a BAG. I call mine a purse , and I guess when I get old ( er ) I'll call mine a pocketbook. I don't know how I skipped the part when I should have been calling it a bag. I guess I was so busy having babies I probably didn't even have time to carry a purse. I don't remember. That information is probably in that 60 % of brain cells I lost . Which leaves me with only 40 % to work with. I guess by the time I get really old , people will be able to tell how many children I had just by the way I act. Which should be interesting. I only hope that I'll have enough brain cells left to write it down...........6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681988310858106475.post-27379724204528912422008-08-22T08:08:00.005-05:002008-08-22T19:46:54.515-05:00Just have a few minutes..........Have to work today , blast it. Want to say that 'Twas the night before school started ' was a<br />' what if ' poem. Of course , I'm sure you figured that out! Our hamsters really did have babies , and I really did find the lost ones , much as described. That part is true! But I didn't really send them to school. I did however , REALLY think about it , but decided I would get in trouble or detention or something if I tried it. That blasted hamster had 7 babies. Should I name them after the 7 dwarfs?<br /><br />When we discovered the babies , I was on the phone with my son , Toby. All my boys have a smart*<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ss</span> kind of sense of humor ( don't know why ). Anyway , we were all screaming and and shouting about the babies. Jordan and Cane were hopping up and down excited. I was pretty frantic. I told Toby , "What am I gonna do?!! Won't they eat them? Don't I have to take the male away"? Toby said , " Calm down mama , yes all you have to do is take the male away". " How will I know which one that is"? I shouted into the phone. There was a <em>pregnant</em> pause and Toby said ,...................................." Well <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">geez</span> , mama , don't take the one with the TITTIES"!!! Don't ya think THAT would make a great title for a story someday?<br /><br />Have a great day everyone , and I'll be back tonight , after I'm done doing something that actually pays the bills.6boyzmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03391845925440379749noreply@blogger.com1