May 12, 2009

Random Thoughts Tuesday

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I have verbal diarrhea so watch out as things may...just......spurt out.

Ew.

Speaking of poop soup, how is it physically possible for Studley to crap 7-8 times while taking him for a walk? Some humans go once a day....even once every few days but Studley the dog is "special" and can release himself many times in a matter of minutes.

I know that you are probably picturing Momma picking up 7-8 poops and walking home with a garbage bag full. Pretty funny isnt it?

It was very funny when I told middle child to stop scratching his bum yesterday. I giggled about it for hours after because I say things that I never thought would come out of my mouth.

Both boys said the "a" word today. I have no idea how to discipline for this. They know it is a bad word but are they saying it to get attention? Do I ignore it? Help. Please.



While getting Rowdy fitted for a suit last week, Princess decided to pull every single dress coat off of their hangers and then throw them on the floor. She also swiped every single nicely folded dress shirt off of a display table. It was so much fun cleaning up her mess while Rowdy was whining about his socks being too tight around his toes and everyone else stood there and watched. Fun times. I recommend it to everyone. I think this week I will take her to the store with fine china and crystal.

I enjoy laughing and should do it more often. I especially enjoyed laughing after Studley tooted and scared himself. There is nothing funnier than seeing your old dog jump after flatulating.

It was him that tooted. Honest.


Is there a theme to this post?

Living in the same house as a teething 1 year old is comparable to pulling your hair out one strand at a time. I do not enjoy it and look forward to these suckers popping through.

I will be 34 tomorrow. Life is over.





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16 comments:

Julie@Momspective said...
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Julie@Momspective said...

I just turned 32, so I can't advise you there but when my boy says anything naughty, I tell him there's a thing called the "adult conspiracy" that won't allow him to say those things until he's 18.

BlogBaby said...

You are hilarious! Though I did need to put my breakfast down to read your post this morning, a disclaimer next time would be extra nice, k? ;)

BlogBaby

Peggy said...

Eight times? You must have to take a Hefty bag with you on your walks! WOW!

I am Harriet said...

You sound a bit worn out from it all. Have a great Tuesday.

Amy said...

I love your dog. My dog does the same thing when he passes gas. I just look at him and say it was not me. I am dealing with teething also. Thanks for sharing a great post that made me laugh.

The Queen of Chaos said...

You crack me up!

Paging Doctor Mommy said...

I only just turned 33, so I sure hope life isn't over at 34!
Happy Birthday!

kristi said...

Happy Birthday. Mine is the 25th and I'll be 36!

Delia said...

This post had me laughing so hard my cubicle friends came running over to see if I was O.K.

Jen said...

you are right, I am totally laughing at you, I mean with you. Dog farts are too funny.

Lisa Brandos said...

There's a gentle dynamic to disciplining actions meant for attention. It's very complex and extremely effective.

Don't ask me what it is. I have no idea and will hunt down anyone for the answer. Until then, I'm forced to pull my hair out with you! Hang in there!

Emily said...

OK, this is hilarious! Happy early birthday!

Keely said...

My dog always poops exactly ONE more time than the amount of bags I bring. Every single frakkin time.

And, I just turned 35 and I'm pretty sure I'm still alive, although on some days I wonder.

Mom in High Heels said...

Well happy early birthday. I just turned 36 and I can assure you, there is life after 34.
And it never fails that one of my dogs (I have 3 small ankle biters) will decide to poop again after I've thrown away the bags. Gah!

gigidiaz said...

Happy Birthday! I'm late because my computer decided that, no matter how bad i wanted to post on your site last night, it just wasnt going to happen. Good thing, I get to say happy birthday on your birth day. Yey!

Poop: I have never seen my dog poop because he walks himself. Yes. I have a very special dog. He waits till I open the gate and hauls ass. Comes back whenever he feels like it.