I was going to tell you a very interesting story all about my day, but my day was boring. And I thought about just making something up, but then I fell asleep on the couch. I even spent roughly thirty eight seconds trying to come up with Something. Anything. To entertain you all.

Maybe I would talk about coffee tomorrow With Kiss? Or how Stupermans new potty lacks sponge bob stickers and how that mortally wounds his wee little sensibilities. Hey, How bout I tell you that I stuck my gum on the top of the hairspray bottle and then later Jittery Joe found it and started walking around with it telling the boys it was brains. Must.Eat.Brains. But I took the gum away and chewed it to a minty demise and wrapped it in one of the dozen miniature candy bar wappers surrounding the lap top. So that won't work!

I thought about offering up a joke from my email box, but I only got one today:

What Feels Better
A man and a woman were having drinks when they got into an argument about
who enjoyed sex more.
The man said, "Men obviously enjoy sex more than women. Why do you think we're so obsessed with getting laid?"
"That doesn't prove anything," the woman countered. "Think about this...When your ear itches and you put your finger in it and wiggle it around, then pull it out, which feels better-your ear or your finger?"

Or I could tell you some of the silly things the children said today.

Stuperman to Hannah: You a girl Hannah?
Hannah, Outraged and in tears:I am not a girl! !! I am TWO!!

But no, Not enough funny things said for a real post. So instead I decided not to write a post today. And now, Lets all take a moment to reflect on how this makes you feel.

33 days till Santa comes. Are YOU ready?

That the world is still a wonderful place to live in. There are still people out there , even on the big scary internet who care. Wonderful people who will go out of their way to make someone smile.

Jittery Joe checked the mail after work today. He Brought in a box. It was addressed to my blog name :o) and it was from Blogarita. I love me some snail mail, So I was kind of excited. Then I read the note that came with my gift :

Sorry this isn't new, But I found a pair of them at a garage sale and thought they looked a lot like my cat Mars and your (ex) cat Shadow. (...) Now we have identical mugs. I know you like coffee, so I hope you can use this.

Your friend,
Blogarita

And I almost cried.

What an amazing Surprise. Rainbow Man was with me when I cut open the box, up on a stool peeking over my shoulder trying to get a better view. When he saw the gift, he immediately asked if we can share. We came to the agreement that I would have it weekdays while he is in school, and after school and weekends, it would be his to use. Mr. Rainbow misses Shadow a lot still. I thought that he would be young enough that it wouldn't hurt him this badly. But he often looks at us and says in a sad little voice "I sure miss Shadow, Don't you?"

This made his day. Added to that he pulled his tooth tonight. Finally. And It is resting inside the mug, waiting for the tooth fairy to come, He is sure the tooth fairy will leave just a little more because of his "super cute kitty cup"

I want to thank you, Blogarita, not just for thinking of ME, while out hunting down the sales, But for making Rainbow Man scream with excitement. He thought the kitty on the mug looked so much like Shadow he went to get pictures to compare. He is so happy! And really, anything that makes my kids squeal like that, pleases me immensely. Even more so then a Meme.

And speaking of sales. I'm kind of jealous. Garage sales at this time of the year, I Wish! Ours are usually from end of May to end of August, then it gets too cold. Sigh. Six more months to wait.



Shadow And Rainbow Man

It says "Your cat loves you when Nobody else does!"

The picture on the cup

Now, I have to exchange a soggy old tooth for some nice shiny coins, so if you would all run on over to Blogaritas' and leave a comment about what a wonderful person she is? Go on, get going.....

Getting this post up early, because I plan on being super busy tonight working an a certain quilt. I have been putting off doing the last of it, because it is hand work, But If I want it done for Christmas, I better get a move on it.
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Blue boy, poking at the tree he is not allowed to touch : "I think the batteries died"
I guess he never saw us plug in the lights yesterday, the lights we turn off at night. That made me LOL!
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So the tree is up. But Jitteryjoe Smashed my favorite strand of lights. The are globes covered with some sort of frosting. They were my favorite part of my parents tree, and one year my dad gave them to me and my sister. The string of lights was very old and in pretty sorry condition. It pretty much killed me when he smashed the one bulb, which meant they could not go on the tree this year. It will be the first Christmas I remember without them. So I went to the city to try and find replacement bulbs. For a 20 year old strand of lights. Not bloody likely LOL. I found something even better people! The same strand of lights, the last two boxes. Oh sure they are half the size, but at least they look the same and believe me, I will be hunting more of them down after Christmas. If they have them in mini they have to have them in regular size somewhere!
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Someone check my math for me, Is it 35 days until Christmas?
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Because Blogarita loves me, she tagged me with this. Yet another chance for me to talk about myself. This pleases me.

1. If I had to do it all over again differently, I - Wait do I have to do it differently? I'm pretty darn pleased with how my life is right now, and after mulling this question over last night I can't think of what I would change. Sorry if that's not in the spirit of the meme, But I'm just happily satisfied!

2. I wanted to be a Vet/mom/writer when I grew up. But Two outa three aint bad, eh?

3. If I were ten years younger, I'd be just starting to date Jitteryjoe. Id slap myself on the back and say way to go, get him girl......Wait never mind, I did that anyway. I might have paid more attention in university too, but probably not. Oh and I would have stockpiled A&W Chicken Nuggets, because they don't make them any more and that makes me sad.

4. I am horribly Lazy. I'm lazy lazy lazy and I like it. I clean house front to back about twice a week, other then that, the dishes get piled and the clothes sit in a hamper. I sit on my butt and watch the kids make-believe, and I read lots of books, and if I'm lucky I have bon-bons Pffft! According to my esteemed mother in law, Dirty dishes in the sink are grounds for divorce LMAO

5. My biggest fear is Spiders. Icky black creepy crawly spiders. When I was around seven or eight months pregnant with Blue Boy I decided to make him pillowcases to match the new crib sheets we had bought him. I was sitting on the floor, my back against a couch. A disgusting spider crawled out from under the pile of material in front of me. I scrambled up the couch, the back of the couch and onto the stair railing behind the couch to get way from it.

I call people who live in different towns and beg them to come over and kill spiders for me. This is why I had three boys, It's now their job to kill the spiders. Unfortunately they seem to only be able to kill them outside. Inside they are as scared as me, and that sucks.

Helpful hint of the day, Spraying a spider with hairspray makes the spider slow enough that even a two year old can kill it :o}

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So we are done With Weffriddles as far as we can go. Weff is making a batch five, which is super exciting. But no one knows when it is expected to come out. If anyone needs Weffriddle help, send me an email with a legitimate email address. I'm not going to hint/spoil here. No one else wants to read it LOL. Plus weff got mad at me. I'm getting lots of comments saying help with level 14 or level 45 and stuff, but with no return email or a blog link, how can I help you??
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The rush for the PS3 amused the crap out of me. Don't people realize that around 5 million are expected to be released by years end? That's only two months people! Did Game Cube ever have sell out things like this? People were sleeping in tents outside the stores. HELOOOO??? It's winter. I heard the Nintendo Wii Did the same thing, but at least the Wii sounds cool!
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Christmas cards to the four people who gave me their addresses, (Catch, Lori, Fab And FantastaGirl) Are ready to go. If you want a card, I need your address. This includes Family. If you want a card Say so, Cus I have coooool cards this year!
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That will be all. Now please leave a comment or I will cry. Oh and the Christmas Tree Pics are up in the Photo Blog.
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Total Transformation Program for behavior challenged kids? Interesting. Written by James Lehman

And now... SUNDAY SIX! Here are your questions for this Sunday, and of course, the theme will be Thanksgiving! And of course its been a month and a half since Thanksgiving in Canada. I also added a seventh Question this week. Blue Boy (4.7) Stuperman (2.6) and Rainbow Man (7.1) all played. Please drop me a line if you played! I Love reading the different answers!!

1. Do you like to eat Turkey?
Rainbow Man: Yes
BlueBoy: Yes
Stuperman: Yuh.

2. Why do we celebrate Thanksgiving?
Rainbow Man: Uh, Ummm, I don't know.
BlueBoy: So Santa will come.
Stuperman: Swing Candy. Yup.

3. What other foods do you eat at Thanksgiving?
Rainbow Man: Turkey
BlueBoy: Ham
Stuperman: Food. Yup. Eat it. Gibing. (thanks giving) The food needs it.

4. Which would you rather be, a pilgrim or an Indian? (why?)
Rainbow Man: Indian, because a long time ago there were Indians.
BlueBoy: A police man
Stuperman: I want to be a dinosaur mommy. I gonna be a dinosaur.

5. Where do you celebrate Thanksgiving?
Rainbow Man: At our home
BlueBoy: In Space.
Stuperman: No. (Drinks juice, I ask the question again) Kitchen mommy!

6. Do you have a special tradition for Thanksgiving, if so, what is it?
Rainbow Man: Yes. I like to eat Turkey at thanksgiving
BlueBoy: No.
Stuperman: No!

7. What are you thankful for?
Rainbow Man: For having the turkey with my family
BlueBoy: For me to eat candy
Stuperman: (Shakes head no and makes a kissy fish face) I done my juice (Gets up and walks away.)

• Putting up the tree tomorrow. Kids talked me into it. I'd rather wait two more weeks.
  
• Did some grocery shopping
• And more Christmas shopping. I thought I was done.*
• Got some cool candy canes for Rainbow Man to share with his classmates. Check the photo blog
• Bought Christmas cards for the Blogger exchange. They rock. I only have two people on my list. I have twenty four kick ass cards. Do the math and e-mail me your address if you want to join in. But you have to snail mail me one too!
  
• Won Five bucks on a scratchy.
• Smallville is on tonight :o)
• Slept till noon. Tried to back the car out of the garage only to find the neighbor had company and his company parked in our driveway. They neighbors driveway was empty.
• That pissed me off

• Grandma left on a plane for BC today. How do I find out if it landed safely?

I got an e-mail today from my friend, OneTallMomma. About my post on spelling. We used the IE Browser on the Desktop computer downstairs and the pop-ups for spelling and photos never worked. I knew that on the laptop upstairs, where I am running Firefox, the photo pop-up worked, but never once thought to try the spelling pop up. Spellcheck works on this computer. Thanks for the Brain Shake up Momma, I appreciate it. Think about sending me your address for the Christmas card exchange. I promise not to stalk anyone But Fab (I'm outside his house right now and he is having penguin for supper) Who sends me their address.

I'm going downstairs to download photos now. See you tomorrow for Sunday Six


*By done, I only mean we know what we need to buy and are just waiting for the appropriate paycheck to come in to buy it. Still left to spend is 164 for a DS lite, 100 for two DS lite games, 55 for a pirates of the Caribbean lego chest, Brothers gift, and something for my dad. My dad should leave a comment telling what he wants. When ever I ask him he tells me "I want good kids."

Ok first I want to say again, I Really DO want to be eaten by a shark. I have since at least grade 11, so whats that ten, eleven Years? It wasn't something I made up to be funny.

The other thing is that PYMMOTI, from the meme below, I got a comment telling me its an actual site, which I guess I would have known had I bothered to google it.

Thats some funny shit. I wonder how I can send in some photos? I have a mustard one that would go great with his collection. I totally bookmarked it!

And on to the reason for my 2 am post. Oh shut up, its friday night, well Saturday morning. I get to sleep in, I can stay up late.

I was in the bath, thinking about today and realised my dad never called me back. Blue Boy had done something funny, and I wanted to tell him. Umm, my mother in law did not think it was funny. But JitteryJoe kept ringing the doorbell so he would do it again and again, and each time it got funnier and funnier.

We are horrible people.

Our washer and dryer were deliverd today. Well not so much as delivered but picked up - whatever, thats not important. Washers are quite large, and so are dryers. Both come in boxes. Large boxes. Some of you know where I am going with this and for those of you who don't have kids, I will let you in on a little secret.

Boxes , like diamonds to women, are a childs best friend.

Out came the marker and the blade. Doors were cut, windows were fashioned. A door bell was requested by each Boy. Plans were made for the painting of the houses on Sunday. Blue Boy also requested a fridge. We told him no.

The afternoon passed with the children playing in the boxes, and after supper, Jit and I went to the city to buy some stocking stuffers the kids sooo do not need because I am done, done with shopping, but the dinasaurs! The pirates and snakes! The wee little fake shaving kits!!things. We came home, picked up the kids, and I fully intended to get them straight to bed. But first we had to try the new chocolates we had bought.

So Blue boy is in his box, eating his candy.

"Mommy! Mommy! Ring my door bell" He says.

I do it. And stand waiting for him to invite me in.

"NO! I need you to go away so I can doooo something" he tells me.

So I go into the kitchen. I watch him as his little head pokes out. He looks left then right and shakes his head disgustedly.

"Damn Kids, Get off my lawn!"

*yes I took photos. Yes I will post them. Eventually*

Because I am busy making hot soapy love to my new washing machine, I compell you to read this. I forced Fab to let me have it >:}

1. Where is the only place you can go and feel safe? In my bed. Preferably with a warm body weather its the husband the kids or the cat beside me.

2. What was playing in the background when you lost your virginity? Uhm, If I answer truthfully and ignore that my dad reads this, Nothing. It was Halloween, Lotta drunks passed out around us, We had a storage room complete with a litter box, a sleeping bag and a purple condom.

3. What was the first color your room was painted? If my memory is correct, Every room I have ever been in has been white. We want to paint our room now, but are stuck for colors.

4. Where did you go on your very first date ever? Ever? I have no idea. The first date for me and hubby was a play afterwards I realised I had locked my keys int he car and we waited at a Dairy Queen for my uincle to come with a Slim Jim

5. If you had to pick one toy from the 80’s to be buried with, what would it be? Oh man. I had a doll, she was probably 2 and a half feet tall. I kept her forever. Till I moved out of my dads house. I kind of miss her, but with three boys, there is no point in regrets. She would end up at the back of my closet.

6. If you could have gone to any high school (real or fake) which would it have been and why? I liked my high school. It had great books in the library. And some really hot guys. But I was into the books more then the guys.

7. What was the first curse word you said? HA! Probably fuck. I could so see it. I don't really remember my folks swearing much tho, so maybe it was soemthing tamer. For now, untill proven otherwise, im going with fuck. Rainbow mans was Shit, Blue boys was Shit, and Stupermans was Bitchy.

8. What was the first “adult” movie you ever watched? Just a minute I'll go to my room and check the title. Its called White Trash Whore 23. Ive never laughed so hard as when I watched that. Do all porns make no sense?

9. What was your mother’s vocal range? I'm not sure what vocal range means. besides she played the piano.

10. What was the meanest thing you have ever done. Was it justified or unjustified? No Comment. Unjustified. And I got off scot free too! Muahahahah

11. What was the name of your first pet? Sandy. She was our dog. She hung herself one afternoon while my siblings and I were playing with Jennifer's dog, Boomer. (Jennifer lived in the big yellow house down the street) My brother was the one who found her. We sent him home because Boomer kept humping his leg. He was four. My brother not the dog. Well Boomer could have been four. I never asked his age. True Story.

12. If you could say anything to anyone and not get popped in the eye what would you say to whom? Well, I want to yell at my Father in Law and Husband, But they would never hit me, so they are out. I can't think of anyone else I am mad enough at, real or fictional.

13. What are you thinking right now? That my husband and his father are fucking retards. Post to come later about that! Are all men retards or just those two? Maybe its a genetic thing and the boys are going to grow up to be brain dead too! But hey, as long as we beat the traffic, eh?

14. What would you do if you ended up on PYMMOTI? Look around confused and wonder where I am. Fab googled the ?word?, I'm not going to bother!

15. What are you doing on Friday? Today is Friday. I will tell you tommorrow what I did.

16. What is your favorite method of torture? According to jitteryJoe, its Nag, Nag,Nag. But fuck him because I know I am right.

17. What do you want your last words to be? I would like them to be "I love you" Because if those are my last words, I didn;t kill my husband tonight and I won't be going to jail.

18. What do you want as your epitaph? Dig me up and check for nail marks on my coffin

19. Which bodily function do you enjoy more? More? More then what?

20. How would you like to die? I want to be eaten by a shark. Or at least mortally wounded by one, I don;t mind bleeding to death while it circles for more. Prefferably a Great white, But I will accept a Mako or Bull shark as well. If I ever found out I had a terminal illness, I would wait till as close to the end as possible, but not so close I didn't have the strenght to do so, and I would go to Austrailia and covermyelf in chum and lay there floating and watching the clouds untill the shark came from undernethe me. And ys, I have spent a lot of time thinking this through.

21. Insert your own ANNOYING question. How can I possibly beat number 19???

Sigh... Post two of today. Please expect one more tonight. Nevermind, going for coffee.

Anonymous said...

"then a vetran"?

I see typing properly isn't one of your strong suits...

11:51 AM, November 16, 2006

I saw this on my November 9th post "Gone" today. Now since I never go way back when and check if someone replied to a comment I make, I decided to make this a part of todays' post. Just to ensure quality service.

I feel I should apologise to the internet at large. About a month ago, I changed my picture and About Me portion of the blog. I took it from being about me, to a quote I found super funny. I did not realise that without the "iey kant spel" clearly written, I was misleading you all. I am so so so so so so sorry for any pain I have caused. Won't you please forgive me?

Now just so you know, I cannot spell, I type in a hurry,I see and leave obvious typos, unless I feel that they are so badly typo'd that you can't understand what I say, I wont change it. I use improper punctuation, spell the as teh ALL the time. But, I really dont care about it. Most of the time I try to spell phonetically, and if its wrong, shucky darn, at least it sounds like what I mean when you read it out loud. I dont always remember to too and two, and just reacently had you're and your re-explained to me. I make up words with alarming regularity. But. I. Don't. Care.

Im sorry if you feel that I should. I'm taking bets on the next annon comment being directed towards my waistline (FYI, 20lbs over weight. If you want to insult, at least have some concreat information. and yes I am pretty sure, but not positive, concrete is spelt wrong.)

And on that note. I noticed a trash can icon under each comment. I did not realise I could just click and delete comments like that. Cool. *writes note to self : go erase the spam comments four or five posts down* Whats' the general feeling on deleteing comments liek the above. I find it more (justnoticedlikeisspeltwrong)(ell-oh-fucking-ell!) amusing then annoying, plus it gets my comment count up, which I adore, I think I will let her post her wee annon comments to her hearts content. Unless she steps over the line, which is by the way, my boys.

Unfortunatly I won't be able to respond to each of your annon comments like this, because it makes for a very borning post. Rest assureed, I will read, and reply to your wonderful comment when you make them. Just remember to check back!

Have a great day Y'all.....

FUCK YOU WITH SOMETHING HARD AND SANDPAPERY.

Now all I need is someone to piss me off. How long before my Mother in law phones again to complain about the price of the washer?

We bought a washer. And just for shits and giggles, a dryer. It's a front load. White. The dryer has some sort of OMG the clothes are still wet, I shall now turn myself back on sensor. Or Something. I can't be bothered to look online for a photo.

The Salesman kept scratching his man tube. I think his tight-y white-y's were too tighty. They will be here Friday. The Washer and Dryer, not the Salesmans Underpants. Although the washer and dryer Are white. Know anyone who wants an old dryer? Still works...sorta. Sometimes. On Tuesdays.

Oh and we finished Weffriddles.Level 57 - hard. Hella hard, but I was walked through it, Thank God, and eventually came up with an answer. But Weffriddles level 58, the answer is very easy. It took Hubs longer to find a pen and paper then it took him to figure out the answer. Woot Woot. Done with Weffriddles. Untill the next batch comes out!

I'm tired. G'night.

*Note to self. Drink more coffee.

Todays post was going to be all about moose cock and one mans unreasonable demands for photos. But that all changed this afternoon when I realised that some people let their children read my blog. Yes, the one filled with swear words, naked boobies and moose cock, that blog!

Oh and my washer died. Not my dryer, which we expected to die. The washer. Pictures at 11. Which is an expression, not an reliable time. Because we all know Im not reliable when it comes to posting photos on time. Sorry again, Fantasta Girl!

Since I started talking about Weffriddles here, my stats have been off the charts. So I check them often and giggle about the silly people who keep clicking and clicking. And I can't help but notice one IP address jumping out on me. Cus I have all this spare time I waste, and what not. Oh don't worry quotes to come :o). And yes, honestly, the main reason I am about to write this post IS to piss you off, A!!!

Lets get this party started shall we?

After the whole episode where some bitch gave out my town name. My small town name to the internet at large, The internet where freaks hide in amungst the nice people, I got mad. I emailed said bitch and "yelled" at her. She responded that she would not be visiting my blog any more. Ohhh big loss! I cried for days at the thought. But she lied. Liar liar pants on fire.

Becuase I am a board house wife with tooooooo much time on my hands, I emailed the bitch today with copies of the sitemeter reports on her visits. Heh. Maybe I am the bitch?

Actually. I was board. I had the dishes and floors washed, and the driveway cleared of snow, and the kids weren't fighting, so I thought I should start a fight. A is very predictable. I figured I could confront her with the fact that she said she was not returning but so obviously did, cus she lies a lot, and she would respond with some outlandish reason for being there.

Boy did she ever make my blog post day! Oh and A? Once an email is sent, it becomes the recipients property so STFU about me using it online mmmkay?

The only reason i have visited your blog was to show my sons pictures of your sons which they still consider their friends. this is something i will not take away from my Boys. If you have a problem with this then well that is your problem and something you will have to deal with. I will not stop going there because this is something that they enjoy to do everyday.

And my Daughter loves to read the things you put on there she finds them funny and it keeps her and the boys somewhat connected to -Town_name_deleted-.

So Have a great Day! I hope this is not a Problem for you

and the fact that you are tracing my IP address shows you just have way to much time on your hands and really what does it matter.

Tee hee, your antisocial son, who is, four, I beleive. The one who spent every second me and my children were ever there, screaming bloody murder about someone touching his toys or looking at them or breathing on them, or chomping ice or sucking a bottle, that kid? The one who came to my house and screamed bloody murder if my kids played with their own toys? He wants to stay connected. Sweet. Thats great to hear. The older boy. OK, I will buy that. He might be interested in the pictures of a kid he hasnt seen in, what a year and a half... But hey, seven year olds have such long memories!. But my issue is here :

And my Daughter loves to read the things you put on there she finds them funny

AND YOU LET HER READ THIS SMUT??? What the fuck are you on. She's what ten? Twelve? She talks about suicide and running away and you let her read crap like this. That's some fucked up shit. My own kids aren't allowed to read this because its *GASP* innapropriate for kids! But hey, if you want use your children as an excuse rather then stepping up to the plate and admitting you are addicted to my blog, (and who isn't, really?) and are in fact, kind of stalking me, thats up to you! kinda turns me on, to tell the truth *gags*

And I love the bit where you felt you needed to email me again, to explain that any comments left using your IP address were infact, not left by you, but by your friends.

oh and any comments left were made by one of my friends so take those up with them

You have some? They haven't gotten tired of your constant bitching and moaning about the kids having a cold/flu/bruise/headache and you having no money for groceries and the begging for rides to here and there and everywhere? Um, what the fuck ever! In the first place thats suspicious because I didn't say a damn thing about you leaving that nasty comment about The Girl having autism. I knew it was you, you knew it was you, and guess what, RoxDar knew it was you. But you are kinda stupid like that! Plus what kind of "friends" make nasty comments about another friends kid from your computer. If I was you, I would re-evaluate your fictional freinship! I'm so being sarcastic here, I know you have no friends. I'm trying to be funny for your daughter!

But hey, You said it first, I :

have way to much time on your hands and really what does it matter.

So, for all of you who paitently let me be the Bitch of the Blog, and only tuned in today for moose cock, I present the one, the only ......MOOSECOCK!




(And I have, just for shits and giggles, put comment moderation back on. After all, once a Fucknut, always an fucknut, right Peters5?)(To anyone left wondering, A and Peters5, are one and the same, This is the cunt who decided to give out my info online)

What do you mean it's not Sunday? Freak!!!1!1.

I don't know what kind of pills you're on, but it's Sunday here!
Also. In Canada we celebrate Rememberance Day on the 11th of November. We don't have Veterans Day. So its not that my kids are dumb, they are just Canadian....And proud of it!


SUNDAY SIX: With Veteran's day tomorrow I thought that might produce some interesting questions and answers for this Sunday. Enjoy, and let me know if you played!

1. What is a Veteran?
Rainbow Man: A Veteran? I dunno. I've never even heard of it!
Blue Boy: I don't know.
Stuperman: A veteran. Yup!

2. Why do we honor or celebrate Veteran's Day?
Rainbow Man: Veterans' Day? I don't know. Maybe because it's special?
Blue Boy: Cus we are nice.
Stuperman: Thumper! I want a Thumper Mommy! (he noticed the pen)

3. How do we honor or celebrate Veteran's Day?
Rainbow Man: We have a party?
Blue Boy: To be nice. And for flower poppy pins on my jacket.
Stuperman: I go pee mommy. (I asked Stuperman his question in the bathroom in an attempt to keep him in one spot)

4. Does your town have a parade or ceremony in honor of Veteran's Day?
Rainbow Man: Probably a parade.
Blue Boy: yea.
Stuperman: Shakes head no. That happen Birthday mommy? I need a candy mommy. (I told him no. We had to wait for the tears to stop before the next question)

5. What is sacrifice?
Rainbow Man: When somebody, like,goes in a war, like, they are sacrificing. (He turns seven and all of a sudden talks like a sixteen year old valley girl? Whats with that?)
Blue Boy: A place where we go to different places. (He sighed just before answering and then used a tone on me, like I was the dumbest mom ever to not know the answers to any of these questions)
Stuperman: I dun no.(This is a first! Stuperman has never siad "I don't Know" before, yo)u are witnessing history people)

6. Do you know any Veterans? If so, who?
Rainbow Man: No.
Blue Boy: No.
Stuperman: ahhhh..yup! My sword! Oh shanks mommy! We all done now? (gets off potty when I said yes) I need my gitchy up now. Stuperman gitchy. (He was wearing superman Gitch)

I'm eating Birthday cake as I type this. In fact, I just plucked a red icing rose off the corner of my peice of cake, popped it in my mouth and started hitting keys. There is now red icing on the shift key and I am considering using my tounge to clean it off. .... Still considering.....Used my finger, but licked it off!

So. Where was I earlier today besides half asleep? Oye, The kids were nice and easy, I'm talking well behaved, not shampoo here, but my day was crap because i was just ugg. Ever get that feeling? Just uuuuuhhhhhgggg. Blah even. <---see that dot right there? Yes that one. I totally ditched you all and had a bath. And some coffee. And watched Canada's worst drivers with Jit. And my dirty clothes are still on the bathroom floor annnd the dishes are waiting to be washed. But who cares? I have a confession. I haven't downloaded the photos...yet. But I will. Soonish and stuff. Um wait I don't feel comfortable using my neices and nephews names online without them knowing, cus they don't know about the blog, and stuff.... so I will refer to them by their ages.

Now, 18 shot his buck, which turned out to be Large. So way to go with that. Jit and his dad left at like 6am to sit in a tree the next morning. Father in law, fell from the tree. Well, the last ten feet, but still. Pretty bad. And no deers were shot. JitteryJoe and His dad came back to SIL's house, have some food, some naps and head out again at like three. Apperently this time they decided that they should ride around and find a good spot, and again, no deers were shot. Meanwhile we watched my Brother in law skin the Buck 18 shot, which was neat-O, and of course, because the Buck was a big one, it is going ot be mounted so BIL skinned out the head of the Buck, which was doubly cool. I only have two pictures of this because my camera died and I charged it for like 20 minutes so I could grab at least a few of them, but then, DUH, it died again and I had to charge it the whole night. What you wont see in the pictures is the pure white kitten, still small enought to fit comfortably in my hand, speckled in blood, gorgeing herself on bits of fat and meat that had fallen to the ground as they skinned. And watching a baby kitty take a windpipe three times as long as her and punce the shit out of it, that was hilarious. But you won't know that becasue I didn't get photos.

For my three boys, being in a home with no TV, was different. Yes, with four kids, my brother and sister in law have no TVs. something about religion and not being allowed to have them. So for three days, the boys and thier cousin, 4, played with actuall toys and used actual imagination and played outside in the snow. Neat. I have to admit, I let them watch too much TV. The did have a lot of fun, as did I. Plus my sister in laws house is beautiful. Not just the layout, which rocks the balls of the monkey right freaking OFF, but how she decorated. One thing I LOVED was the had a wallpaper border put up midway up the wall, BUT what sets it apart, is she took... fuck, how to describe with out a photo.

I have a photo but its in the camera.

But she framed the border along the wall with centimetere wide peices of wood, and it looks great. I already told her that I will be stealing this for my house. She doesn't mind. Saturday Jitteryjoe, his dad and Brother in law left at like 630 am. No deers were shot. But Jittery sorta kind had a shot at a buck, a big buck, but he went round the front of the truck and the buck ran round the back and bounded into the underbrush before Jit had the gun loaded. Some sort of law about not having a bullet in the gun unless you are ready to shoot, so We came home Buckless. But Jitt is planning on heading out another weekend sometime soon. And lets see what else. I had so much fun. So. Much. Because the kids were so occupied with their cousin and the toys they had never played with and the outside and the kitty and the please pet me and scratch my belly more dog, I was almost a not-mommy this weekend. I drank coffee, talked about everything, and then drank more coffee. If my sister in law invites me out again, there will be nowell maybe's and we'll see's It will be a straight forward YES!

We left Sunday morning, almost Sunday afternoon for my dads place. Grandma's seventy sixth birthday. But It was my job to bake the cake and we were sleeping in my neices bedroom, and she doesn't have an alarm clock becuase she is four, so we slept in until almost 11 am. JitteryJoe opened his eyes to find stuperman standing there grinning at him. It was pretty funny. So I called Grandma to say we would be leaving ASAP, which is something you need to do in the winter. That way if you aren't there in a certain amount of time, someone starts to look for you.
anyway my plan was to get up early, get to Grandmas house and bake the cake. Unfortunatly, Grandma was cooking a Turkey, cus she loves me. But I fucked up and woke up late and so I couldn't get the cake baked and there you have it. I ruined grannys birthday. Flog me now, I'm already bent over.

Wait. Then how was I eating birthday cake at the start of this post? We stopped at a Safeway. on the way down and picked up a cake up. Swoosh, score one for Blue. One of the reasons I love going to My dads house is the meals that we get to eat. We have a salad 99% of the time. Thats just not in oue budget, freash veggies are freaking expensive. And they cook real food. No KD and Hot Dogs, Unless I specifically ask for that in the summer time, cooked on my dads barbeque. Cus everyone love BBQ!!

So The dinner at Grannys was great. Food wise. Ohh and My aunty Lisa was there and she is hilarious. She said its ok for me to sell naked baby photos of my now famous cousin to the tabloids as my new get rich scheam. YES, score!

And there you have it. By deleting this paragraph detailing the fight me and my brother had, where he starts swearing at my children and throwing things, - Stuperman can say Bitchy now, and does so with alarming regularity due to the fact that my bro and his GF say it very often in regards to their baby and Blue boy told his brother Dammit all that's fucking retarded, - which was juuuuust great. How do I punish my children for using words they so obviously should not be using when I wasn't willing to start yet another fight during my grandmas birthday by bringing up the fact that they are swearing up a blue streak with little ears listining? Because by not asking them to stop, I basically let the children know that I accept the language Uncle and Aunty are using and therfore it's OK for them to use it. My weekend went wonderfully great with no exceptions!

I swear I will publish this, go pee and head downstairs to download the new pictures into the photo blog. I swear it on my chocolate cake still sitting, half-eaten, from before my bath.

Whew. It was long, but fun, for the most part. We went for a quick coffee with Kiss andher mom Thursday afternoon, and then packed up the car and left. The roads were good, which is nice, considering my father in law, who we were following, picked some two bit highway to travel. We saw a bunch of trucks loaded up with dead bucks, and that got JitteryJoe excited.

I keep typing, half asleep, with a minor headach attacking me, and end up deleting huge sections of this post. Add to that I keep typing gibberish instead of words, so Im going to stop here, and you can expect a very long post tonight, with gross and grisly photos that are really quite neat if you can look past the ickyness of them.

So anyways im going to go drink coffee. Sorry this sucks.

Ok people I know it hurts for us to be seperated like this, but there is nothing I can do about it! Apperently Bambis' mother's uncle's cousin called my husband's nepwhew's friend's father some pretty bad names and maybe farted in their general direction too, and now she has to die. They plan on wiping out the whole family just to teach that deer a lesson. Ha! take that you ..what do deers eat? Go ahead, throw some bark at me, Me Big Man. Me Have Big Gun.

Do we really need a Buck and a Doe? The only kind of buck I want is of the dollar variety, but, meh, I'm just a silly girl who knows nothing of the excitment of the hunt. They are men, hear them roar. Or something.

Pfft, dudes gonna get a woody playing with his gun all up in his little tree fort. I Gaur-an-tee it!

Anyway I have one more hour before we have to be loaded up and gone, so I best be off. To all you Weffriddlers, I am working on a page with very very nice hints to all the levels up to where we are. It should be ready by Tuesday night. That is, only till Weffriddle level 54.2 .Cus 54.3 and 54.4 has us stumped worse then a vetran of Bush's little war. Oooohh was that rude? Oh well.

C'ya in three days!
Click the link, Fab, You know you want too

I went into my dashboard to write this, and they have a big notice about my blog being ready for blogger beta now and that I need to switch but I don't want to. I tried with a fake blog and this template and it was seriously fucked up! I'm pretty sure I will be Blogger Blogger until the Blogger Beta police come and beat me with their billy clubs. And even then I plan on resisting arrest, and going to jail and getting a kickass "mom" tattoo on my chest and walk around ripping telephone books in half while bending spoons with my mind. Nawww. Not delusional at allll.

Much.

It's getting close to us leaving. I know, I know, we are only gone for three days, but I am overly anal about details. For example. Each of the children have three labled ziplock bags of clothing. One for Friday, One for Saturday and so on. Each has a complete outfit. Of Course Stuperman has more then the others but that's becasue he gets messier faster. He has five changes of clothing and 18 pair of underwear. (too much??) He is fully trained at home, but what about at a strange house? (I don't want to bring too little and end up doing laundry at my sister in laws house). We are going to bring the potty.

I go over details and what ifs and could happens and maybe's until the people around me want to shoot me, after all, it's only three days.....right? Oh well, annoying people is what I am good at.

Take Weffriddles for example. Just today RoxDar phoned me and yelled at me and threatened to punch me in the face and cut off my penis for linking her to the game* and Kiss, she is so mad at me for linking her to Weffriddles, she refused to go for coffee with me tonight. Oh I know, she used the words Weather Advisory, and RCMP have closed the roads, and snow and ice, but deep down, its all Weffriddles fault.

*That statement is completly false except for the part where she called me on the phone.

If I ever met this weff dude, I'd kill him. KILL HIM. There have been times, like, oh say, level 49, that I wanted to bash my laptop in with my skull. (By the way the answer to level 49 is : Copy the image, paste it in paint, and paint the fuck outta the red door. No one should have to go thru the hell we went thru trying to figure that shit out!) We some how finished Weffriddles level 53. and OMG that one pissed me off. Other levels, the answer has been soooo dumb, but this one... God I just want to smack this dude upside the head! Is that too much to ask for?

Level 51 was also very very difficult, and if we hadn't gotten a hint from another weffriddler, we would have NEVER gotten it, infact we had decided to quit becuase of that level. So here is a GREAT hint for Weffriddles level 51. Watch your fingers type "pqo". Hmm it occured to me that since I will be gone for three days, and it's obvious that no one is going to stop playing weffs diabolical game, I won't be here to hand out hints. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Uh, can y'all get level 54.3 and 54.4 done and gimme the answers? pretty please?


Oh and I found a cool site where you can see what your name looks like when it is written in Russian, well, I guess you can see anything you type in the box turned to Russian, but thats not the point, it said to write my name, So I did, and it looks pretty neat. Well actually I'm not exactly sure what it said because it was in Russian, For all I know they could have been adveritising a naked dancing man. But I wrote my name. And then My blogger name. And then Jitteryjoe's. Their letters are boxyish. Weird looking. But incredibly neat. It was pretty cool! But I don't think I will be switching From English to Russian, even if they do say English is the hardest language to learn. PFFT check out just your name in Russian. Hard enought to spell, now try to write a whole sentance? Or read directions... I wonder what their arrows look like... nah I will say with my own language thankyouverymuch.

EDIT i was rolling a smoke just now and realised that only the right side of my back and the right arm is stiff (shoveled snow for two plus hours during naptime) But I made SURE to alternate arms this time...so uh, hellloooo??? Why is that?
Plus I threw my button up sweater willy nilly on the bathroom floor earlier to have a bath, I went to grab it to go for my smoke (we smoke out of the house) only to find out I had left it in a heap on the heater vent and it is toasty warm. Oh God, I am in Heaven!

Last night JitteryJoe was going thru our boxes and boxes of CD's for Rainbow Man, who got a CD player for his birthday. One of them was Savage Garden, and I just happened to be within hearing distance as they preveiwed it. I screamed "No!!that one is coming upstairs, it's been too long since I have heard it!"

This afternoon, while washing dishes, Track three came on, and I cried. Way way back when. When it was all so fresh and new and scary and exciting and full of what ifs, he held me close to this song. Before kids and bills and worry, We used to joke, it would be our song, and then it just faded away with time like so many other things.

My hands in the sink, ignoring the chatter of the children finishing lunch, I could almost feel his arms around me again, Smell him. Remembering the smokey room, the smell of splilled beer. And my heart is fluttering again, like it did when I would wait for my grandma to call up to me that he was calling.

Ten freaking years on the fourth. Thats when we started dating. And it seems so long ago, so dim in memory, untill some little nugget from the past, a person, a smell, a song creeps up and I fall in love with him all over, except now, I know what a good person, what a great dad, and what a wonderful husband he is . And to think, ten years ago I asked him out just because (DONT READ THIS DAD) he was a good lay.


What a good decision! (too bad he doesn;t read my blog, eh?)
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Truly Madly, Deeply
I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy.
I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need.
I love you more with every breath... Truly, Madly, Deeply Do
I will be strong, I will be faithful, 'cause I'm counting on A new beginning..A reason for living A deeper meaning
I want to stand with you on a mountain. I wanna bathe with you in the sea.
I wanna lay like this forever,
until the sky falls down on me.

And when the stars are shinning brightly in the velvet sky,
I'll make a wish, send it to heaven, and make you want to cry.
The tears of joy for all the pleasure in the certainty.
That we're surrounded by the comfort and protection
of the highest power.
in lonely hours, the tears devour you

I want to stand with you on a mountain. I wanna bathe with you in the sea.
I wanna lay like this forever,
until the sky falls down on me.

Oh can you see it baby? You dont have to close your eyes
Cause it's standing right here before you all that you need will surely come..

oh ho yeah yeah yeah

I'll be your dream ..I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope..I'll be your love..be everything you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly, Madly, deeply Do humm humm

I want to stand with you on a mountain...I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever...Until the sky falls down on me

and I want to stand with you on a mountain...I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to live like this forever...Until the sky falls down on me...

oh oh oh oh oh....yeah yeah...oh oh....lo lo lo do ya do ya do (YAHDA YAHDA)
oh hoI

Lets give a big HOOOORAH to no puking in the last 24 hours. This is my idea of heaven right here folks!

But I do have some bad news.

Please don't cry, but Im going away.

JitteryJoe wants to go murder some deers and I want to have Birthday Cake with my grandma all on the same weekend, so We are compromising. We are going to My Sister In Laws house Thursday Night, Im going to drink gallons of coffee and chat, He will murder some baby deers mommy or daddy (he says "Hopefully Daddy") , and we will leave Saturday night, Go to Grandmas, bake a cake and stay the night and next day. (Her 76th birthday is Sunday) Now here is the tricky part. K (RoxDar's son) could not come to Rainbow Mans' Birthday party, So RoxDar and I made plans to spend Friday at my place drinking coffee WITH CREAM - Cream people - oh and letting hte kids play together or somehting... Cream , actual Cream in my coffeeeeeeee.

But if I don't follow Jitteryjoe and his dad, I can't find my SIL's place and then I can;t visit with her. Um..Rox?? My kids have Monday off as well, do yours? (fingers crossed the answer is yes)

Now what was my point? Oh yea. (Hits head - again) I can't post Friday and Saturday. Unless someone can teach me how to make blog posts magically appear at a set time..is it possible with Blogger? Old Blogger?

Or maybe I can write up the posts, save them as drafts and make RoxDar or Kiss post them for me... Hmmmm...

Want to know what else is funny? I found Weffriddles on a blog, and the blog referred to it as "The game I will not mention" So right away I assumed they had a lot of traffic from it. So the other day when we were pulling out our hair on Level 44, I posted random Weffriddle related search words, as well as the answer to level 44 (/planets/pluto.html if you are interested) In the past two and a half days I have had over 300 hits just from that. Wow. who needs traffic sites, LOL, just give out spoilers to Weffriddles. Which by the way we are on level 50, We think.

This game is HARD. LOL. This afternoon I was working on level 45, yes three days after solving level 44, I told you it was hard! And Suddenly the solution to level 45 hit me, and it was so obvious and we had been so stupid, I slammed my hand into my forhead, not even thinking I had a pen in my hand and It. Really. Hurt. So If you want hints or help or flat out spoilers for Weffriddles levels 1 - 48, I can so totally help you. Email or leave a message here! I don't think I can help you with level 49/50 because I think we screwed up on level 49 and are on a fake level 50. And this will make no sense what so ever unless you have played Weffriddles. And honestly, if you havent clicked the link by now... whats stopping you?

Everyone should be as addicted as we are, plus you can help us with level 50 if you get to it.

I stopped writing there for a minute cus Kiss phoned me from work to talk about coffee, the ever wonderful brew of the Gods. I don't like to sit while on the phone, unless it's to have a smoke, so after my smoke I decided to clean Stupermans' room while we talked. I could not do it this afternoon because he was actually napping! (This is unfortunatly rare)

While I was putting some things away in his closet, I found some Spiderman Stick-ups, and stuck them on the walls. I had to wash the walls first. So After I was done I called JitteryJoe to bring Stuperman up to see his room. He loved it. After jumping on his bed shoting "I Sdiderman, I Sdiderman" he stopped, looked at me and said "Good Job!! High Fibe!!". And If you don't find that funny, you are obviously dead.

Of course I called My MIL to tell her how adorably cute Stuperman is, and she told me that while the boys were over getting measured for new sweaters, Rainbow Man with his toy gun, said "I'm a poilice man, but I'm on my break, but I'm not eating donuts, I'm hunting." LMAO

And now for all you silly silly people who have somehow come this far in life without experiancing the joys of a Thumper, Step by step instructions! Brought to you, reluctantly, becasue Stuperman was in the bath and therefore unavailable, Blue Boy.
Step One:

Grab the nearest pen and a small hand. I have noticed the the size of the hand is important. The smaller the hand the more enjoyment the Thumpee gets

Step Two:

With your pen, and its important to vary colors of pen, Draw eyes. feel free to get elaborate, but dots work just as well.

Step Three:

The nose. This is a very important step, aperantly. Forget this and you will soon hear cries of angst over Thumpers' missing nose. Again, feel free to try different styles of nose. Here we went with the simple dot, as my Thumper model wanted to return to his computer game. Please refer to the age verses enjoyment part again .

Step Four:

Unlike noses, I have found that when trying to make supper and keep the kids from riding the cat, you can leave the mouth off without putting up with "Great now my ears are bleeding" screams. I drew a simple smile just for demonstration, to make sure you know where it would go if you choose to draw one. After all, No one seemed to know what a Thumper was, I won't take for granted that you know where a mouth would go.

And the finished Product:

Demonstrated by a much happier model Stuperman. Please note, Thumper does not belong just on the thumb. It's easier to take whatever finger they point at you. Trying to explain the differance between a thumb and a finger is not an option untill they are too old to actually enjoy Thumpers. Thumper is a free spirit and belongs where ever the demon child Thumpee wants them.

Have fun!