Out of the Mouth of Momma

Hi. Remember me? I am the gal that writes on this here blog. I am the gal who usually writes everyday. Apparently my children have other needs than just food and water and I had to be a parent for the last few days.

Hmph.

But I am back.

Save your applause.

"Mom, why are you taking a picture of shoes?"
"Because I am trying to think outside of the box and take pictures of different things."
"You make no sense Mom."
"I love you son."

"Move away from Studley before he shakes!"
"Too late."

"Rowdy, please stop splashing your sister."
"Rowdy, please stop splashing your sister."
"ROWDY, FOR THE THIRD TIME, PLEASE STOP SPLASHING YOUR SISTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Pardon?"

"Ok, I just want to get a nice picture so give me your best smile."

"Princess, that is yucky."
"Ewww...don't drink the lake water."
"Princess, come get your juice."

"No fanks Mom."
"Rowdy, why are you walking around lifting your shirt up?"
"Because I want to."
"It can't be very comfortable and doesn't really look that great."
"Yeah, but the chicks* dig it."

*chicks (hot girls)

We are country folk who walk around in our underwear. Don't judge.

You know you live in the country when you allow your children to walk around like this and not think anything of it.

The first thing I thought of while snapping these pics of middle child is that I want muscles like him one day.
And I am so happy he is mine, because gosh darn he is cute!



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Remembering My Neighbourhood Friends

In my 35 years of life, I have lived in many neighbourhoods. Actually in my first 10 years of life, my family lived in 5 different homes in 5 different towns/cities.

4 out of 5 of those towns started with the letter "B"

But anyways.

I was convinced that my parents were running from the law but we never changed our names and we never had to wear a disguise, so I think it was just my father's job.

The running from the law story would be so much more interesting.

But anyways.

Because I moved so much, I was able to meet many different friends who had many different interests

*Like Mr. Hooper our neighbour. I remember playing t-ball with him in his backyard......and his kids of course. I don't remember his kids names though. Hmmm.....

*Or my blond Dutch friend who wasn't allowed to watch Little House on the Prairie or Three's Company. I was convinced that her parents hated her and she would live a long unhappy life because she missed out on Laura Ingalls and Jack Tripper.

Poor her.

*I remember two friends. Sisters actually. They had roller skates, a Pac Man game in their basement, a chalkboard in their garage, a cottage and pretty hair.
I didn't have any of it and wanted their family to adopt me just so I could play Pac Man whenever I wanted.

The sisters and I were inseparable. We roller skated down our street over and over again. We went to the roller rink and spent Sunday afternoons skating in a circle over and over again.

Fun times.

We belted out Whitney Houston tunes, played "school" in their garage but always disagreed on who would be the teacher. We had sleepovers, watched Gilligan's Island while eating apples and peanut butter and we made forts out of lawn chairs on our front lawn.

Our forts were actually houses because we were Mommies. Our children were our Cabbage Patch Dolls....and my little brother.

And we played Pac Man.
Ok, I played Pac Man while they told me I only wanted to be their friend because they had a Pac Man game.

So not true.
But it was a bonus.

The sisters eventually moved to California and deserted me.
And they had the nerve to take their Pac Man game with them.

Hmph.

I havent been the same since.

I bet MamaKat has a Pac Man game

Randomness

Happy Tuesday. Only two weeks until school starts again and I can sit....without splitting up fights and threatening to wash my boys mouths out with soap. I can read. I can watch Ellen. I can just sit.

Ok, who am I kidding? I will be as busy as ever but will just get more done.

Lets get a few things out in the open before I get down and dirty with my random thoughts for the week.

*Have You Ever will return when the kidlets are back at school.

*A giveaway is coming up.

*I think I am ready for a blog makeover.

*And I need a cure for zits because any 35 year old who has gone through puberty and is not pregnant should not be getting zits.

Just sayin'.

*Middle child wore my underwear to bed while on vacation because we forgot his pyjamas. They were lacy, granny panties. And they fit him. I was slightly disturbed by this.  And so was he.  Thank goodness.



Please note that these are not MY panties.

*Oldest child says "What's up dawwwg" constantly and it makes me want to scream, but I am hoping if I ignore it and not give him any attention for it, that this bad habit will stop.  It has been happening since January.......

*I have been sucked in.  I swore I would not watch Bachelor Pad but I am hooked.  It is trashy, dirty and sneaky.  My kind of show!

*I now remember why having a 2 year old isn't always fun.

*Chewed gum magnets

Geesh.  Why didn't I think of this?  My children don't understand that people throw their gum out when finished with it.  Instead they just drop it wherever they are.  I could be a millionaire.
If you want some.....go here.  Or just come to my house.
*I wish I was a millionaire.

*I wish I didn't like chocolate so much.

*The marriage of Tiger Woods is over.  I am shocked.  I thought that she would take him back, forget about his cheating and they would live happily ever after.  Not.

*I took a picture of my boys playing together.  Just because they were playing together.

Happy Tuesday Dawwwwwg!

McFatty

My apologies. I have been so busy watching The Bachelor Pad and PVRed Intervention shows that I didn't have the time for blogging.

Bad me!

I have also been eating Kit Kat bars and Dairy Queen sundaes so my "healthy lifestyle" has been suffering.

And I am PMSing.

Just ask my husband.

I was doing so well. Down 33lbs and maintaining it. Eating lots of protein, fruits and veggies from our garden.
I was only drinking water.
Blech.

Just generally being good.

Then it all went to Hell in a handbag.

When I am PMSing, I am not myself. I morph into a food-crazed bitch and never get full. I eat my meal and then want dessert. I have dessert and then want a snack. I eat my snack and then want a meal. It is a vicious cycle.

I have no interest in exercising. I have no interest in doing anything but sitting on my butt watching trashy television and playing Bejeweled Blitz.

It is scary.
Verrrrrry scary.

Luckily I am only up 2lbs but I am totally blaming it on water retention.  Not the chocolate and ice cream.

Hmph.



*Go see Blair.  She has a picture of peanut M&M's.  Yum.  While there, please tell her to get a button and Linky for McFatty Mondays.  Just because.*

My {Independent} Boys Camping Trip

Soooooooooooo....last weekend the boys stayed in a tent with my dear Uncle.
After that experience, all they have wanted to do is buy a mansion tent, move their belongings and stained, hole-filled clothing into it and live independently.
Sounds good to me.
But they need to get a job first.
And their license.

So instead, they put up our small {non-mansion-like} tent, moved in their pillows, sleeping bags and portable DVD player and were set to camp.
In the backyard.
Right under Mom and Dad's bedroom door.
All by themselves.

Independence is grand for 6 and 8 year old boys.
Wearing Crocs with socks is not for their Mom.
But she allowed it because she enjoys watching them get excited about being all independent and stuff.
And she is just nice.
Reeeeeeeeeeeally nice.

Dad started a fire in our fire pit.
And the independent young men played Superheroes with their sticks.
Until Mom yelled because it is dangerous to light up a stick and then "fling" it all over the place.
Geesh.

Mr. Independent #1 and #2 were ready for their adventure.
Mom took pictures to document another milestone in the lives of her boys.
And let them know how excited she was for them.

Independence is grand for 6 and 8 year old boys.

They lasted until 930pm.
They came in the house crying because they were scared and then slept in their beds instead.

Mommy wasn't ready for the independent thing anyways.



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Oldest Child's Earliest Obsession

Vacuums.
My child was obsessed with vacuums.

He played with our vacuum for hours and hours.....and hours.
Sometimes it was on.
Sometimes he would pretend making his own vacuum-y sounds.

He would inspect them to see if he could figure out how they worked.

He looked at all of the sales fliers in the newspapers with vacuums.
And catalogues.
And even search for vacuums in his toddler storybooks.

My child would go to friends homes and want to see their vacuums.
And he couldn't understand why other kids didn't find them as fascinating as he did.
But they were more interested in playing with toys.
Go figure.

We were a little worried.
But we were also fairly new at the parenting thing and thought it was so frickin cute.
Cute was more important than weird.
So I took pictures.
And even scrap booked some of the fliers he took to bed.
I would show you if I could find them.
But since I cant find them, you will have to take my word.

It is true.

My son is now 8 1/2.
He has no interest in vacuums.
Or anything to do with cleaning.

But he is still cute.

*This post was very loosely inspired by MamaKat's weekly prompts.  You can go see her for more workshop posts.

How does your garden grow?

It is doing wonderfully.
We have corn on the cob.

{Too many} tomatoes.
Green peppers.
Banana peppers.
Squash.
Carrots.
Cucs.
Beans.

And gourds.
Because planting squash and pumpkins in the same garden produces lots and lots of gourds.
Did you know that?
Consider that your educational lesson of the day.
We didn't know that.  Until we planted them and they overtook our garden to the point of Momma being afraid to walk through it out of fear of finding wildlife at her feet.
Eek.
So I send my kids instead.  Because that is what kids are for, right?

Nothing against gourds, but....umm....what is their purpose?
I mean other than using them for fall decorating, they seem like they are just the forgotten food.
I feel so bad cooking up all of our other treasures while I watch my gourds sitting in a basket.
Doing nothing.
Just decorating my counter.
Poor things.
Just wait until my kids paint faces on them in a month or so.
Then my poor gourds will be the ugly, fat kid with braces and glasses sitting in the corner of the room.
Or something like that.

Randomness

Hola amigos! Randomness has taken a break for most of the summer as I have had three children at home who do not allow Mom to think of anything except them.

And what they want to eat.
And where they want to go.
And where I am going to find the money tree so I can afford everything they want.

Spoiled brats.

But....I am back. And full of random crap that my brain needs to release to make room for new crap.

It is an endless cycle.

*Speaking of my children eating. They eat alot. They eat too much. I kinda wish they were like snakes who eat a big meal once a month and then go off to sleep until they are hungry again.

Did I just say that?

*I had a dream that I was pregnant again.  I woke up in a cold sweat shaking.  Can someone convince my husband to get fixed before I run to the nearest hospital and have the "procedure" done myself? 

*I love that my daughter has a great imagination.

*I was at a concert last week and I couldn't help but wonder how the musicians choose what they are going to wear during the concert.  John Mayer had on ugly gray pants, a black tank top and pink bandanna on his forehead.  Did he plan that outfit out?  Did someone plan it for him?  If so, they need to be fired.

*Does anyone eat banana peppers because hubby planted some and we don't eat them.  Instead I have been throwing them in the ditch for wildlife to enjoy.  I am sure the raccoons and rabbits have the runs because of it.  Suckers.

*I need another dog to pick up the crumbs that get dropped on Studley

*Only three weeks until school starts.

But who is counting?

*I am bloated

*Before having children, I hoped that we would create happy, healthy beautiful babies who eventually had fun personalities.

I think we succeeded.

And they are nothing like their father as you can tell

Facebook Status-es

I must admit that Facebook is entertaining. You can know everything about a person's life and not even talk to them if you pass them on the street. You can know what their children look like....see who they have married....or divorced. You can keep in touch with relatives all over the world and advertise your business....or blog. It is quite a fun little piece of the world wide web that I spend way too much time on.

Damn you Bejeweled Blitz.

Since I am low on blog writing ideas, I am copying other bloggers and making some of my random status-es into a blog post.

Youre welcome.

Middle Child- "Mom, was it hard pushing me and Messy and Princess out of your bum?" Mom- "You have no idea, my dear" Middle Child- "I guess that means yes"

Parenting Tip #489587973973.....Do not buy pop for your children at lunch. Just sayin'.

I think Jesse James and Tiger Woods should marry eachother.