So I'm kinda diggin this fragmented friday thang, thanks to Mrs. 4444. Since I do a long day at work, it's an easy way to post. Easy as in convenient not lazy.
Evidence of parental neglect:
But mommy, WHY can't you come with us? You're not going to do ANYTHING at home. You're just going to sit and blog your bloggy blog. Mia age 7
Ty: Mom, what are you doing?
Me: Washing out the bathtub.
Ty: Washing the bathtub??? With what??
Me: With bathtub washer stuff.
Ty: Oh... totally bewildered
yeah, he's never seen me clean the bathtub before.
He's 8. So sad
Me: Sorry, honey. I got dirt on your review sheets.
Jack: A lot of dirt?
Me: Not so bad... just dirty fingerprints
Jack: Er...umm... looks kinda ghetto, mom.
Me: Just tell them I was gardening while I was helping you study. That's SO NOT ghetto.
Jack: Uhh... yeah, it's just really dorky.
I am Oz the Great and Powerful, who are you?
So after the landscaper guy down the block twice hawked at me 'what about those hedges?' I got to it. Why pay him when I can do it myself? I don't need a man. I can handle power tools. I built my own chicken coop. I am woman hear me roar. Armed with my power hedge clipper I proceeded to clipper right through the extension cord, sustaining a lovely 1oo amp jolt. Fine, I've got another cord. Clippered right thru that one too. Ouch. hmmpf... didn't want to shape my hedges anyway...
My potty-mouthed disrespectful children:
so this is what I overhear before going in to kiss the boys goodnight-
Ty: My friend said one time Teacher leaned over, and her butt was in his face and it smelled like cheese doodles.
Jack: Why was he sniffing the teacher's butt? Probably gets high off of teacher cheese doodle ass. giggle giggle giggle gasp giggle giggle
Lovely... charming... the NASTY 8 & 11yr olds rolling around in their bunk beds trying not to poop on themselves they're laughing so hard.
Jack: I called Mr. Teacher a fat, annoying, lazy, fat, bad-teaching, slime-sucking, son of a motherless goat.
Ty: You called him that to his face?
Jack: No, but we had 'free journal' today and I expressed myself.
Mrs.4444 wrote about saving rocks. How about body parts? I have 27 teeth hidden in my jewelry box, and 3 shriveled umbilical stumps that look like they should be sprinkled on my morning cereal or baked into muffins or something.
What have you saved?