Labels: Holidays, Pictures

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I made cupcakes





There is was leftover icing. I might have, accidentally, while engrossed in my bloglines, eaten the rest when I only meant to have a taste.

Labels: I'm a Dumbass, Pictures

Eight years ago tonight, ( 1:05Am October 29th) I lazily pushed out the first of my three sons. I say lazily because it was three half-hearted pushes. Don't hate me for my "birthin' hips"

I was able to get away with not changing a diaper until he was five days old because I am very good at being busy when work needs to be done. Just ask my dad.

In any case, When I opened his smelly little diaper, wipes at the ready, I saw his penis for the first time and broke out into laughter. It was tiny. Smaller than tiny. I'm serious, it was like a little nub, barely there.

That night, our first night home with the baby, I asked my husband if boy babies always have such teeny tiny penis'...peni...dicks. My husband, engrossed in the tiny fingers of his little heir, distractedly explained that when a boy reaches a certain age, their dad takes them to the Penis Garden to pick out a new and improved, larger sized penis.

I laughed. That got his attention. His face paled and his hands trembled and he begged me never to tell anyone that I knew about the existence of the Penis Garden. Apparently, the Penis Garden is very well kept secret among the testosterone sect.

I promised never to tell (oops) but every summer since then, I have meticulously searched every garden I happen across, on the off chance that I will finally find the fabled Penis Garden.

Saturday Morning I finally found it. I was a bit surprised to see that it was made of ice considering penis'..peni...cocks have such violent reactions to cold.




Pee Ess: It is also Not A Granny's Birthday today. Go wish her a good one

Afterthought- Having slept on the issue at hand I have decided that they must flash freeze the phallus to ensure maximum freshness.

Labels: I'm Important Too, information, Pictures, Rainbow Man

This has been a very hectic weekend and it is not over yet. I have fifty or so cupcakes to decorate still. Some one obviously did not get the STOP WITH THE GROWING message and celebrated his eight birthday this weekend.

Want pictures? (<--- click teh linkage) The rest are on the brats camera and I don't know how to download them - yet.

I'll link 'em when they are up, but for now I have to do the dishes so I have room to work on the cupcakes!

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So I got the results of my blood tests back today. Sorta. There was not much they were willing to tell me over the phone.

They do know it is not my thyroid. And that the problem is with my heart. Or more to the point, how my heart pumps blood.

Not going to say much more on this topic, at least not until I know more about it.

Monday I have to schedule a few tests and we will plan from there.

Labels: DocToc, I'm Important Too, Oh Noes

I have this friend. I will call her redpaintblue.

But I want to reassure you it is not me, and really. Would I lie to you?

In an case, my friend was telling me that last night after her bath. What? I am so not the only person in Canada who likes bathing! ANYWAY. Quit interrupting. I got She got out of the bath and went to her room to get dressed. But she noticed an ugly red bump on her vaginal area. Yuck. An ingrown hair.

So my friend was feeling lazy, and instead of getting up and getting a pin or a pair of tweezers to remove that pesky hair, she took this cute little pocket exact-o knife from her bedside table - No I didn't ask her why she had an exact-o knife in her bedside table. Just shut up and let me type!

She figured she could just use the pointy sharp end of the blade and nic it out real quick like, but her hand slipped and she cut herself.

The public service announcement bit?

If you do not want to go to the clinic to get two quick stitches on your vagina, please do not use a knife of any kind near it.

If you do? Your seriously fucked up. The doctor WILL laugh at you when you or uhm, your friend, tries to explain.

Labels: I'm a big baby, I'm a Dumbass

I tucked my boys into bed with kisses and cuddles completely unaware of a ghastly murder that had taken place just moments before. I was to remain unaware of the crime through out the tucking in, the picking up of that days dirty clothes and the picking out of outfits for the next day.

Still unaware of the carnage that awaited me, I walked wearily up the stairs, fists pressed into my lower back, images of a good book and a HOT bath drowsily running through my mind.

However, my relaxing bath was not to be. I opened the door to the bathroom, crossed to the tub, arm reaching for the hot water tap, only to see blue. Blue on the side of the tub, blue in the tub. Blue on the top of the toilet. Blue on my good towels. The ones the children are not to use.

The remains of a deadly explosion were spread on ever surface you can imagine. The floor, the sink, the wall, my hair brush. Even the dog, who had followed me into the bathroom and was now rolling in ecstasy, grinding sticky blue -now with fresh strips! toothpaste into her fur.

Joy.

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I was sitting there, minding my own business (which translates loosely to "losing at solitaire") when he walked in. He specifically asked "How are you doing today?"


"Actually, I feel horrible, I think I'm falling apart, but, hey, thanks for asking" Then I turned off my iPod and took off my shirt.

He took me by the hand and laid me down on the bed and started to fondle my chest with his stethoscope, and then sat me up and started to bang me with his big, hard hammer, after that, he asked me to open wide and filled my mouth with wood.

Then we just sat and talked for a bit. It was nice.

Not many guys just want to talk anymore.






Pee ess: He sent me for some blood work. He hopes it is my thyroid. If it isn't, I have to see a neurologist. The lab tech said to call in two days.

Pee pee ess: My doctor is hot.

Labels: DocToc, I'm Important Too

Would it be so terrible if I set my kids up for a crime they did not commit? Would I be such a bad mom if I lay awake in bed plotting out the most tiny details of my scheme?

I mean. If the child who were to take the fall was.. oh say, three, there isn't much a parent could do about it, right? and in fact, should I follow through on my nefarious doings, It would make a cute blogging story, provided I brainwashed who ever read this entry.

You see, my problem is simply bad planning. We went shopping last Saturday and one of the items on our list was Halloween Candy.

Little mini bite sizes of deliciousness, sitting in my pantry with not a care in the world.

What we neglected to also purchase was some candy to keep me from The Candy!

I was thinking that I could maybe sneak a few here and there, and just hide the wrappers under the baby's bed. Then, come the thirty first when we set everything up I am sure I would be able to act surprised that it is all gone.

The Husband and I would then embark on an amusing hunt for the culprit and giggle over the audacity of a three year old who is able to sneak The Candy away and hide the evidence from his parents.

Now. About that Brainwashing...

You are getting sleeepy, Very sleeepppyyy

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And also. I am tired.







blogger is being an asshole. It wont let me load up the rest. I will try again in the morning, but right now? I'm tired.

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I don't want to nit pick, but I just can't stop thinking about it!

Tonight we watched the movies 30 Days of Night. It was a really god movie. Truly it was. Better then a lot of the newer vampire movies out there. Good solid plot, wonderful tension between the male/female lead characters. Sweet special effects, and a great location.

But. Why are the vampires teeth all rotted? If a fucking vampire is impervious to the arctic cold, bullets, being run over etc. shouldn't a little gingivitis be a fucking walk in the park?

The whole movie I was repulsed by their teeth, and yes, maybe that was the point... ohhhh scary vampires! They all bite but these ones don't brush!

honestly wtf?

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1. My five year old, after overhearing his teacher request a janitor come to fix the sink in the kindergarten bathroom, turned off the water, took apart the pipes to get at some do-hickey, unplugged the sink, put the pipe back together and turned the water back on.

True. He did this once at home as well, the above was something he did earlier in the school year, but he did do it. Unfortunately in both cases he forgot to use that stretchy-plastic-white-plumbers-tape-stuff. <---thats a technical term



2. I did not drink any coffee - at all - today.

True. I cannot taste anything but sweet. Its gawdawful. I tried drinking lemon juice. It was sweet, it was depressing me to try and drink coffee and not be able to taste anything but sweet, so I quit.



3. I have yet to take my ohmibod out of it's packaging.

True. Was that the sound of shattered expectations? I'm sorry. I have been sick and tired and tired of being sick and tired and sick and since I ran out of the little blue pills they sell in emails, I just cannot get it up!


4. Smokey the puppy , who cannot sleep through the night, understand her tail is not some evil being hell bent on following her to the ends of the earth, and thinks humans have teh best flavor, CAN sit and shake a paw with only hand signals.

True. And if she bites me one more time I am going to go INFUCKINGSANE

5. For the first time in my life I got called to the principals office and it wasn't something I did! I am also not at fault for the fact he took a screwdriver to school. Nor will I accept blame that he got righty-tighty and lefty-loosey mixed up.

True. Oh man this one was funny. I guess last Friday he noticed a loose screw so He decided he would fix it his next day of school ( Tuesday) but instead of tightening up the chair screws he loosened them and hilarity ensued. On my part.

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1. My five year old, after overhearing his teacher request a janitor come to fix the sink in the kindergarten bathroom, turned off the water, took apart the pipes to get at some do-hickey, unplugged the sink, put the pipe back together and turned the water back on.



2. I did not drink any coffee - at all - today.



3. I have yet to take my ohmibod out of it's packaging.


4. Smokey the puppy , who cannot sleep through the night, understand her tail is not some evil being hell bent on following her to the ends of the earth, and thinks humans have teh best flavor, CAN sit and shake a paw with only hand signals.



5. For the first time in my life I got called to the principals office and it wasn't something I did! I am also not at fault for the fact he took a screwdriver to school. Nor will I accept blame that he got righty-tighty and lefty-loosey mixed up.




Good luck!

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As is my custom, I ran headlong for the bathtub the second those little heathens were put to bed. A great bottle of bubble bath tonight, cherry flavored, must have been a good year for it, becuase it made the most delightfully frothy bubbles.

I laid in the bath, water as hot as I can stand, a billion popping bubbles floating near my chin and a book in my hands. Tres relaxing. After about half an hour I started to sweat, which is disgusting, even in a bath, so I soaped up with one hand - my book was getting really really interesting - and pulled the plug.

As the water filtered down the drain I said to myself, I'll just finish the page and then I will get out. Then it was, just to the end of this chapter until finally I came to the end of the book, realized my water was long gone and that I was freezing.

A horrible grinding, popping sound.. kind of like a long wet fart, sounded when I tried to sit up.

I had not realized that while the water was slowly draining away, a freaky suction cup accident was waiting in the wings.

Now that I have a hickey roughly the size of a saucer on the small of my back, I am wondering if I should tell hubs the truth or try and make up a lurid tale about a long trunked elephant and a rabid pack of leeches.

pee ess: pictures - mainly of Smokey, going up ASAP at the photo blawg

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I woke up this morning and my legs were asleep to mid thigh. I wish I had known that before I threw myself out of bed, tried to stand and went face first into the wall. It's just not my favorite way to wake up!

FYI: my favorite way to wake up is about 1 pm, with coffee fresh,hot and waiting for me.

Unfortunately this is happening more and more often. Not just at night but during the day as well. In fact, right now as I am typing, I can feel my left hand starting to go numb. It's resting on the keyboardy thingy where you type, not still, 'cus DUH, I am typing, but still that light pressure is enough that is going numb.

I think the worst is at night when I lay in bed on my back. Every part of me that touches the bed, from the back of my head to the heels of my feet, goes numb in a matter of minutes. I turn over and the side I am laying on goes numb. Turn the other way, no surprises there, numb again.

I am beginning to think I have some sort of circulation problem.

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The Cool and wonderful Shelli tagged me for this one!

What kind of SOAP is in your bathtub right now? Wow. Getting kind of personal and it's only the first question! The means I use to clean my insertable amusement park is really none of your business!

Do you have any watermelon in your refrigerator? Uhm. No. Should I? Watermelons are very, very big. And messy. Oh and they are also a summer food. DUH.

What would you change about your living room? I would either put up a mirrored ceiling or move the cable jack to a different wall.

Are the dishes in your dishwasher clean or dirty? Clean. Thank God you didn't ask about the ones in the sink.

What is in your fridge? Defrosting rats, Penicillin, you know, all the normal fridge type things.

White or wheat bread? Gold bars. I would have also accepted chocolate chips.

What is on top of your refrigerator? Air. Dusty air.

What color or design is on your shower curtain? Glass. What's with all the questions about me being wet and naked? You some kinda stalker?

How many plants are in your home? Other than the penicillian in the fridge? None. Plants are for people who care.

Is your bed made right now? Heh. You're trying to picture me in it aren't you? FYI. My socks don't match and I have no panties on. Did that help?

Comet or Soft Scrub? Chocolate chips, but I would have also accepted Gold Bars.

Is your closet organized? I have closets? Great. Nine AM and I am already at my limit of learnable knowledge for the day. I hope you're happy now. *shakes head*

Can you describe your flashlight? Uhm. It's kinda yellowish,three X three inches wide/tall, made of wax, it has a string thingy. Often dusty.

Do you drink out of glass or plastic most of the time at home? Porcelain. I find the water is cooler that way. And I love pushing down that little handle!

Do you have iced tea made in a pitcher right now? Is the concept of Winter that hard for you? When it is cold outside, you drink coffee, when it is hot outside, you drink coffee. Gawd. It's not that hard. Maybe you should write that down?

If you have a garage, is it cluttered? Are you offering to clean it out? If so, will you blow out the water lines at the same time too?

Curtains or blinds? Neither. I feel better when I know people are watching.

How many pillows do you sleep with? Four. Two regular sized super plushysoft, one body pillow, and some dudes shoulder. Dunno who he is, It's always dark when I use him.

Do you sleep with any lights on at night? DARK. As in the absence of light. Effin morons..

How often do you vacuum? lets see, there are 365 days in a year, so thats like 51, no, 52 weeks, divide by eighteen is eleven, no 2, add the number of rooms that have carpet and NONE ya dipshit. Vacuums are for carpets and I shave!

Standard toothbrush or electric? The sleek, engineer designed, aerodynamic turbo seven hundred, eight thousand RPM, operates with nineteen Dcell batteries.

What color is your toothbrush? I don't have a toothbrush.

Do you have a welcome mat on your front porch? No. And that means YOU.

What is in your oven right now? If there is anyfuckingthing in my oven, My doctor is going to have a LOT of explaining to do!

Is there anything under your bed? yes. A floor, then a basement, then some dirt. Or maybe rocks. If you keep going under, eventually you will hit lava, so that's pretty cool, right?

Chore you hate doing the most? All of the above. Are you taking notes yet?

What retro items are in your home? Are you calling me old? Fuck you. Get out of here. I can handle you ignoring then not welcome mat, but name calling is just not needed!

Do you have a separate room that you use as an office? Who in their right mind would bring work HOME? I wouldn't. Plus having a job would suck ass, and I am definitely not into ass sucking. Wait. Is there chocolate in the home office? Can I change my answer?

How many mirrors are in your home? Mirrors are just another way for the government to watch you while you bathe. We have six hundred and ninety seven.

Do you have any hidden emergency money around your home? In Canada we use rocks as currency. Rocks belong outside or in your pants.

What color are your walls? We tore out the walls to make room for the mirrors.

Do you keep any kind of protection weapons in your home? Does a broadsword count? We mostly use it for kinky things, but it is darn sharp..

What does your home smell like right now? I have a cold.

Favorite candle scent? There is nothing like sitting in a warm fuzzy blanket, a hot cup of coffee in one hand and a good book in the other, enjoying the aroma of boiling cat urine.

What kind of pickles (if any) are in your refrigerator right now? Why are you so certain I am Pregnant? Seriously? It's just a little water weight, I swear!

What color is your favorite Bible? The bibles in our house are very shy. I've never actually seen one, though I hear they come out at night to forage for food. If I ever manage to see one of those elusive little suckers, I will make a point to note the color!

Ever been on your roof? As in HOHOHO you fat sob? Well guess who's been blowing Claus all year long- and tonight I am making sure you go down on the naughty list for calling me fat. AGAIN!

Do you own a stereo? If I had a stereo, would I be sitting here typing to you? I thought not!

How many TVs do you have? Closed circuit or other?

How many house phones? Two and three quarters, but you can blame the cat for that one!

Do you have a housekeeper? Yes. Her name is Mrs. Smokpey, and she only does floors. I'm not sure I like her choice of scrubbing agent (it smells vaguely like urine) but who am I to question, as long as she does the job well.

What style do you decorate in? I like long walks on the beach, cuddling in the moonlight and de-striping zebras.

Do you like solid colors in furniture or prints? I prefer the cardboard variety.

Is there a smoke detector in your home? Yes. The kids think it is a dinner bell becuase it goes off ever night when I Open the oven to take out dinner.

In case of fire, what are the items in your house which you’d grab if you only could make one quick trip? If I am wearing a bra, my laptop, but if there is no support happening for the girls, I would have to grab grab them. Running makes things bounce in an uncomfortable manner dontcha know.

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I read approximately six million and four blogs a day. Some of them make me smile, some make me cry, some I comment on, some I lurk on. This one *smirk* I have been banned for commenting on, but still lurk, mainly to giggle at his ridiculous spelling mistakes (intertain, encontenance, inlighten - to name a few) It is not often you will see me publicly bash a blogger, but this post had me gasping and re-reading, trying to fool myself I had not read it right the first few times.

Today his post made me shiver. This man is not sane? Srsly. NO man can type this kind of drivel and not be joking, right? And even then, it's a damn sorry excuse for a joke.

the King is looking for a new Queen.

The criteria for this position are as follows;

A. General Attributes:

1. 5'0" to 5'7" in height and 100 to 132lbs. in weight

2. Hair color (any color) eyes (any color)

3. King asks that u try to look like a girl more often than not.

4. Feminin not Masculin

B. Personality Attributes;

1.Must believe in monogamy and allegieance to the King or die.........

2.Must know what obligations are (your obligation also applies to the King).

3. Must be responsible and disciplined (to help the King in everyday mundane efforts).

4.Must be able to oversee all the duties of the castle( with only minimal help from the King (except where applicable)).

5.Must be able to deal with Kings exceptionally high sex drive and machismo with no complaints. (especially when he has drank too much Dark Ales)

6.will try not to back talk the King or barade the king with unecessary battling (unless death of the Queen is an acceptable outcome).

7. always love honor and cherish the King as he will always love honor and cherish the Queen.

Lets start with number seven. He threatens death not once, but twice in his post, but he loves honors and cherishes you? Nu-uh. No way. Any man (or woman for that matter) who threatens physical harm - even as a joke - does NOT love you. Name calling, hitting, threats, It all falls under the category of abuse, not love!

And number five, dealing with his "high sex drive". Do I have to point out that even in a committed relationship - including marriage - it is rape if the other person is unwilling to "deal". Drinking too much does not give you a license to rape. For crying out loud, kids are being taught "no means no" in grade school these days so how can this "man" not understand the concept at his age?

Numbers two, three and four. If, and this is a big if, he works all day and she is at home all day, I can see why she has to "oversee all the duties of the castle", but what if she works too? Does she still have to do all the "everyday mundane efforts". I assume he thinks as much, what with his caveat of "with only minimal help from the King".

I guess that what I am getting at is that, if you love yourself if you respect who you are, Do not sell yourself short. No person, of any gender, of any race, should be treated this way.

It is not a joke, and it is not right!

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I have no excuse (except a crying dog, a huge turkey, a cat who screams and six million piddle spots to clean up ) for not posting the last two days! To apologize I will write an entire post geared for just one person! WooHoo! Viva La Laziness!

(start copy)

Remember when we were kids and at every opportunity, some adult would have us play that silly Telephone game? You know… the one where the lead person comes up with a sentence or statement, whispers it into the ear of the next person in line, and the sentence is passed from person to person until it reaches the end of the line. The last person then repeats the sentence out loud, the first person announces what it actually was, and everyone gets to laugh about how goofy it got by being passed from ear to ear and being altered because of mispronunciations and hearing ability.

Of course I realize that the game was simply a means for adults to keep us in line while we were waiting for something or killing time. Haven’t we even now as adults, tried to use it on our own kids?

Being the silly kind of fracas that I am, I’ve decided to create an internet version of the game, and use it as an opportunity for link-getting. Everyone wants links, and yet lots of people I know, prefer to get their links in a non-obvious kind of way. We’ve all done the “copy this list and create a post and you’ll get links” type of tag… at least once, but most of us don’t want to fill our blogs with those posts. It may get links, but eventually will chase readers away.

This is a fun way to give your readers something entertaining to read and get a few links too.

Instructions:

If you’ve been tagged, check the last entry on the list. Copy this entire post, add your name and link to the end of the list, copy the sentence in the previous person’s entry and change ONE word in it to try and change the meaning of the sentence for your entry. Name and link only ONE person to tag and then post the whole thing as a new entry in your own blog. Please make sure to transfer all the links to your post otherwise you aren’t providing fair linkage to the people before you. Although this will take longer to get around, by tagging only one person you will avoid making mass enemies by having to tag many people, and it will also guarantee only one true version of the game is circulating out there. Fracas, the creator, will attempt to keep tabs on the game and periodically report on it.

Please try not to tag someone you see is already on the list. If you’re on the list, have been tagged again by someone who didn’t pay attention to the instructions and you don’t want to do another turn, please leave a comment at this post over at Fracas, and Fracas will take your turn for you in order to keep the list going.

1. Fracas - http://fracas.wordpress.com writes:
Never continue dating anyone who is rude to the waiter.

2. Mark @ Blogitude - http://www.blogitude.com/ writes:
Never continue dating anyone who is nude to the waiter.

3. Wiggy @ http://damewigginsoflee.wordpress.com writes:
Forever continue dating anyone who is nude to the waiter.

4. Froggy @ The Road Less Traveled - http://froglette79.wordpress.com writes:
Forever continue dating anyone who is nude under the waiter.

5. InTheFastLane@ That’s Life - http://thatslifev2.blogspot.com writes:
Forever continue dating anyone who is nude under the water.

6. Treadmillista @ Just Treadmilling Around - http://treadmillinginplace.blogspot.com/ writes:
Forever continue dating everyone who is nude under the water.

7. Christine @ Watch Me! No, Watch Me! - http://watchmenowatchme.blogspot.com/ writes:
Forever continue watching everyone who is nude under the water.

8. Candace @ not that i don’t love my kids - http://notthatidontlovemykids.blogspot.com/ writes:
Forever continue scratching everyone who is nude under the water.

9. Fracas - http://fracas.wordpress.com writes:
Forever avoid scratching everyone who is nude under the water.

10. Bluepaintred - http://www.bluepaintred.com writes:

Never avoid scratching everyone who is nude under the water.

Drum roll please!

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I tag Shelli, cus she loves meme's!

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Do any of you know how to make a puppy sleep longer than two hours at night? Srsly. She is LOUD for such a tiny thing!

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Pee ess: at the time of this post she has only had two accidents :o)

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Look! Puppy food! And! Treats! See! Already good Dog Owners! We know they Need to eat!

Oh. I also bought my Nano Today. She needs a name. She's the pretty silver one.

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I was writing up the previous post when my son walked in the door, home from school. I didn't turn to look at him, just tossed a "hi Honey" over my shoulder.

That is I didn't turn to look at him until he replied back "hi mom" in the saddest voice ever. Since me, the hubs and the MIL are all sick as dogs, I asked :

Are you sick?

no

are you feeling OK?

yes

Did you get hurt coming home from school?

No.

All in such a sad little voice. By now I have ditched the computer and the opp I was typing up to go to him. He sounded so damn sad and I said that to him.

He started to cry saying "Thats becuase I AM sad!"

He bough ten Pokemon cards with his own money and has been taking and trading them at school with his friends since Monday.

Today some one stole all his cards.

I had JUST - as in not ten minutes before he came home- completed a payment on eBay for a lot of 60 cards. They were supposed to be for his birthday at the end of the month, but he just looked SO sad, so I told him (and showed him them).

Still. not nice, stealing form a classmate. Not nice at ALL..

He told me that during social studies they go to a different room and a different class uses their classroom. His friend D was in his desk, but D was his best friend in grade two and still is, he wouldn't have taken them.

Kind makes me proud he is willing to stick up for a pal, and give them the benefit of the doubt, but still. Not nice to steal from a kid. I hope his teacher can get to the bottom of it.

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...buncha sick minded freaks....

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This would be an esteemed member of our town's RCMP detachment. He is multi-tasking. All Canadians are excellent Multi-taskers.

Playing hockey with the neighborhood kids shows them that Police Officers are not someone to be scared of, but someone to look up to. He is also waiting for the Tow Truck to remove two hunks of metal.

What Hunks of metal? Oh see, I was fooling around on the net (As Usual)(It's what I do) when I heard a VERY loud Bang. Knowing the sound was that of a vehicle hitting something, and that my Seven year old was on the street roller blading, I hopped up fast enough to tip over my chair. I will admit to being worried he was the something.

Lucky for me, but unlucky for the nice older man in the greeny blue truck, it was the annoying teenager with loud music and a louder exhaust who loves to cruise up and down the streets squealing his little sports car tires and ignoring all stop signs.

Said annoying teenager, who's axle is busted, is gonna look pretty silly when his momma drives him to school in the morning.

Both drivers are OK, in fact the Older man in the greeny blue truck walked home (Did I mention small town?) At first, his truck started, and ran long enough to get it more to the side of the road, but when it started smoking, he wisely decided to let it sit in waiting for the Tow Truck.

The annoying teenager who, while speeding, blew the stop sign? He got to ride in the very comfortable backseat of the police cruiser.

And so, another exciting evening passed on our street. Ever single one of us, from the first bang to the last vehicle towed, stood around outside and gossiped.

Dontcha wish your life was a lot like mine? Dontcha? Dontcha?

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