If you would like to link to us....
If you would like to link to us go right ahead, I do ask though that if you know us in real life that you use my kids blog names if you refer to them. I don't use them in my blog or the title for safety purposes. Thanks so much!
~April
~April
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Squeeeeee!!!
This was on the front page of the sports section today in our local paper... is it just me or does this guy look like he just saw an icky bug? Squeeeeeee!!!! ROFL
Friday, September 24, 2010
Ummm Fail?
Anyone else find this amusing? :D This is literally a page from a packet of benefits paperwork that Jer received from work... doesn't writing on a page, then render that page no longer "blank"?
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Maps that Entertain!
Friday, July 16, 2010
Laughing so hard that I'm crying...
This blog absolutely has me in tears. Too funny! I like it Alot!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Dead People
This morning I prodded Missy out of bed so that I could run over to Jer's aunts office.
You see, I recently realized that Turbo's name is spelled wrong on his Birth Certificate and on his SS card. Ahhh! Glad I caught that before Kindergarten! Well, the misspelling changes his name into something horrid... The poor kid could be scarred by a misspelling like that. Lame! So now I have to get it all fixed... which includes having to sign an affidavit and getting it notarized. Wooooo! funfun. Well. Jer's aunt can notarize it... so off we went.
On our way home as we listened to the radio I thought I heard Missy say something.
Something like: "Dead people."
"What did you say sweetie?"
"I saw dead people!"
(anyone else getting The 6th Sense vibes?)
....
"OH! You mean the CEMETARY!" :)
You see, I recently realized that Turbo's name is spelled wrong on his Birth Certificate and on his SS card. Ahhh! Glad I caught that before Kindergarten! Well, the misspelling changes his name into something horrid... The poor kid could be scarred by a misspelling like that. Lame! So now I have to get it all fixed... which includes having to sign an affidavit and getting it notarized. Wooooo! funfun. Well. Jer's aunt can notarize it... so off we went.
On our way home as we listened to the radio I thought I heard Missy say something.
Something like: "Dead people."
"What did you say sweetie?"
"I saw dead people!"
(anyone else getting The 6th Sense vibes?)
....
"OH! You mean the CEMETARY!" :)
Friday, April 23, 2010
Butt-Prints
(I found this on another blog and had to steal it. Too funny, and yet, so true!)
Butt-prints In The Sand
One night I had a wondrous dream.
One set of footprints there was seen.
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
And then the strangest print appeared.
I asked the Lord,” What have we here?”
This print is large and round and neat.
“But Lord, it’s much too big for feet.”

“My child,” He said in somber tones,
“For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and gained no strength.”
“You laid quite still. You would not grow,
This walk is not for me, you know.
So I got tired. I got fed up.
And there I dropped you on your butt.”
“Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must walk, and one must climb,
and one must rise and take a stand;
Or leave his butt-prints in the sand.”
Butt-prints In The Sand
One night I had a wondrous dream.
One set of footprints there was seen.
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
And then the strangest print appeared.
I asked the Lord,” What have we here?”
This print is large and round and neat.
“But Lord, it’s much too big for feet.”
“My child,” He said in somber tones,
“For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and gained no strength.”
“You laid quite still. You would not grow,
This walk is not for me, you know.
So I got tired. I got fed up.
And there I dropped you on your butt.”
“Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must walk, and one must climb,
and one must rise and take a stand;
Or leave his butt-prints in the sand.”
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