LOL this will be FUN!

My poor children. Once they become teenagers they may wish they had different parents. :)

It's pretty bad when a five year old and a three year old look at you as if YOU are the strange one. Just imagine when they get to be thirteen or so.

This evening Jer was making dinner for the kidlets (or as he referred to them tonight... the "byproducts"... while funny, it does have kind of a mean sound to it, so I won't use that in reference to my beloved kiddos.) While he was cooking, I was getting dishes put away. We were listening to the radio as we did our things.

Now, I don't know about you, but in my honest opinion the radio stations on Saturdays stink. They usually have a wannabe funny DJ who really is not funny, so they end up just being sad. Then they insist on playing kinda lame old school songs. Not usually the "cool" old school, but the ones you don't hear anymore for a reason... ya know?

Well, as we listened and did our stuff the song "Jump Around" by House of Pain came on.

Seeing that both Jer and I were in a good mood, we both started singing along and dancing.

Jer and I both started jumping up and down at the prescribed time. In unison.

Meanwhile, Goober, Missy, and EB are sitting at the table waiting to be fed. And looking at us like we have gone INSANE. After the song was over we of course stopped jumping and laughing.

Goober: "is this another OLD song?"

Me: "Yup, but not as old as what we were listening to earlier"

I had been listening to The Beatles on Pandora.com and singing along then too. I think my son already has us labeled as the parents who are strange. Just you wait... that "strange" just might turn into "embarrassing" then we can have a LOAD of fun!!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!

A Dating Service for WHO?!?!

So tonight Jer forgot to pick his parents up from the airport. Actually, to be fair, I forgot to remind him like I usually do too....

Anyways, that is beside the point.

As he was driving home he heard an ad on the radio. It was one of those raise your eyebrows and go huh? Are they serious? moments. He honestly wondered if the ad was a joke. In fact when he got home he went to the website they referred to to see if it was a real thing.

Sure enough it was.

Sad, Sad, Sad people. If you didn't click on the link I slipped in there.... Let me just fill you in.

This is a company that is a dating service. But not just ANY dating service. It's a dating service for people that are MARRIED or in a RELATIONSHIP. That's right. It's a dating service for affairs!!!!

Ok, then it has the gal to state "Join FREE and Change Your Life. GUARANTEED!"

Ummmm yah. As in Divorce... which is what you should have done BEFORE signing up. HELLO!!!!! If you are that miserable the answer is NOT an affair. Especially one that you LOOKED for.

So the excuse I hear most often is "It just happened" or something along the lines of "it was an accident". How exactly do you claim that if you signed up on an affair dating WEBSITE.

Drama Drama Drama... I hate self induced trauma!

UGH.

People are so stupid.

What DID they DO?

Ew, the "Followers" thing is now UGLY.

Very, Very UGLY.

I'm actually contemplating taking it off because it looks like a freakin AD....

"LOOK we are GOOGLE. We like to PRETEND to be Blogger, But now we WILL get you to use our doodad. You WILL USE IT DANGIT! Here, we now made it possible to pester your friends too!!! But unfortunately we now feel the need to make this thing look like a VOMITOUS MASS because we know people can't help but look at a puke stain.... right. right?"

ugh

Must get more Mess Master... Does it work on Blogs too???

I know, wishful thinking.

Random Field Trip...

Today Goober had a school field trip.

I remember when I was a kid we would go to cool places like ohhhhhhh the museum. Or even to a current event at ISU. I don't EVER remember going anywhere that didn't have educational value.

So what up with taking the whole kindergarten to "The Tales of Despereux"? I though, "Well, maybe they are going to show the kid how a theater works, then let them watch a movie." That would seam logical right? I mean... as far as I knew educational stuff is what field trips are about.

So this morning my mom came to watch the two mini's while Goober and I headed to the school for the field trip. Me as the chaperon, and he (of course) as the student.

Short synopsis: Ride bus to theater, get pop and popcorn, watch movie, get back on bus, get backpack from school, and head home.

I don't really have a problem with the school taking Goober to see a movie, though it does seem really weird that they are dong something that I believe is purely entertainment. I mean, isn't that kind of thing something that should be left to the parents? If I had decided to be a bum and keep Goober home today and taken him on a "Mom/kid date" would he have been marked "absent" cause it kinda seems like he was absent anyways. Mmmmmm

Thoughts people?

The Story of the Little House and the Cruddy Stove....

Ok, let me tell you a little story....

ONCE UPON a time there was a little house. This house was a happy little house. It stood up tall, and only wanted for it's owners to take good loving care of it.

One day soon after this house had come into being it got it's first owners.... Oh what high ambitions it had! It was so hopeful that it's owners would love it and treat it well. And for the most part they did.

Except for the fact that apparently they couldn't cook very well, because often the little house would fill with smoke and it's fire alarms would scream and annoy the WHOLE neighborhood. While the smoke would clear out pretty quickly with the easy opening of a few windows and doors the CRAP on the stove remained. And gathered. And seeped into new unknown places. And the next time the owners would cook there was a nasty smell that would commence due to burnt crud under the burners.

They only did things for the little house with half of their hearts. And the little house wasn't very happy.

One summer the owners got a new job and had to move away, leaving the little house empty and waiting for new owners to come along. Summer went and fall came. Then fall went and winter came. And the snow piled up and was never shoveled. And the little house was sad and felt unwanted and was having a hard time wanting to stand tall.

Then one day new people came along and saw some real potential for the little house that was still managing to stand tall after so many months of being alone.

They bought the house, and they cleaned the house, and they put pictures on the walls and made it feel like a home. Their children were crazy, but full of laughter, and the little house had hope once again....

The only thing the little house was still waiting for was something to be done about all that crud in the stove...

One night as New Mr. Owner was cooking dinner for the little kidlets he discovered that not only was the stove dirty, it was FILTHY. It even lit a small fire under the burner because of all the crud there. He then proceeded to avoid that burner while cooking...

And the new little house still had hope that someone might take pity on it's little stove....

Then one day Mrs New Owner DID! She looked at the stove and said "Ick!!! That's disgusting!!! Something MUST BE DONE!!!" and she proceeded to take the little stove apart and start scrubbing it with a sponge, but this was not enough.... Then she pulled out the Magic Eraser and scrubbed very hard. Even so much that she used up a WHOLE Magic Eraser in ONE go....but alas, it was NOT enough. So then she started to get pissed and a little miffed that OBVIOUSLY someone had never taught the old owners how to clean up after themselves in the kitchen!!! So she resorted to drastic measures and pulled out the SOS pads full of all that harsh steel wool stuff and proceed to scrub, scrub, and scrub some more. And alas the CRUSTINESS started to abate. After two full hours of soaking and scrubbing, scrubbing and soaking.... she could start to see the actual color of the trays underneath the burners! And she was happy because there was hope! And after more cleaning the little stove was SPOTLESS!!! And she was very please with herself for doing so much work cleaning up other peoples messes. In fact she even bragged to her mother about what a good job she did! Then she decided she would even blog about it. mememememe! Look what I can do!!!

And the little house was VERY HAPPY!!!

THE END!

Really? REALLY? You let me wear WHAT as a child???

As I scan, scan, and scan some more, I have seen some pretty atrocious pictures of myself over the years. I understand that all of us at some point look at ourselves back "in the Day" and think "What in HEAVENS NAME.... What is THAT on my HEAD!?!?!?"

Hairstyles I get. I understand that in my lifetime the same hairstyle may not come back again (hopefully.... please shoot me if the "I sprayed my bangs and ran into a wall as fast as possible" look ever tries to make a comeback.... or the full on lady mullet..... *gag*). But I have started to see some styles come back. Certain prints on shirts. The fact that tight tapered jeans are now back in style again ...

(I think they are in.... or maybe they are just on their way in... though I do pray that soon they will be on their way OUT again. Please, OH PLEASE don't let Hammer Pants ever make a comeback. EVER)

Still I have to look back and wonder why my mother allowed me to wear certain things. Or my hair certain ways.....

take this, for instance:

What kind of PANTS are those???? I know I was monstrously tall for an eleven year old, but EEEEE GADS. And WHITE.... WHITE PANTS.... Need I say more?

And here is one a couple of years later:

What son of a motherless goat picked out THAT SHIRT? for a school picture? REALLY? Was I attempting to go Southwestern? or just add a little cowboy into my awkward years... and what is UP with my hair? I think I gave up trying to do my own hair at this point in life..... kinda early seeing that I was only thirteen years old.

Needless to say I look back on most of the pictures of myself that I own and cringe. Mostly because they are all either pictures that I took (that are crap BTW cause what eleven-year-old do you know that can actually take a decent picture with a FILM camera.....) or they were pictures taken by the school. :P

Also I look at many of the pictures and wonder where that girls mother was, cause.....

EW

Watch I just jinxed myself, when my kids get to be that age I will try to step in and correct fashion faux pas and they will simply roll their eyes and continue to wear whatever they want.

Hey!!!! Wait a minute, I had two older sisters around at this point....

WHERE WERE THEY?!?! Oh yeah, I have vague recollections of one doing her hair for two hours each morning... and they other tackling me to try to pluck my eyebrows.

mmmmm explains a lot doesn't it? ;)

To the siblings and the mamacita: Love you guys, and keep in mind I have MANY bribery pictures of YOU too!!! MWHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Zout it!!!

So last night we got ink on our downstairs carpet....

Fun,fun I tell you!

Anyhow Jer tried desperately to get it out with warm water and shampoo. We thought it was mostly out. At least till I looked at the floor this morning. Nuh-uh. Definitely NOT out. Guess the soap suds kinda camouflage the whole dark stainness.

So I called mom.

Her suggestion.... Zout it out!

Ahhhh I love that stuff. I think I may take to it like the dad in "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" took to Windex. Ahhhh.

(Insert big freakin smily face here)