When television channels collide
August 10, 2008
The most popular channels at our house are Discovery, History, Nikelodeon, and Disney. Sometimes Miles has a hard time keeping them straight. But just because I haven’t seen SpongeBob hosting an episode of Dirty Jobs doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist.
Three Year Old: Mom, how fast do the Cheetah Girls run?
Me: I don’t think they run so much as sing, baby.
Three Year Old: They are CHEETAH GIRLS. How fast do they RUN? (Said with extra loud emphasis so that my feeble brain could comprehend the obvious question.)
Me (sensing there is no point in arguing): Very fast. I think they run very fast.
Three Year Old: Cool.
Posted by Chris @ 7:52 am
Read This BEFORE the Vomit Story
August 8, 2008
Because otherwise you will feel ill. And possibly have an aversion to pasta, sausage, tomatoes and broccoli for the rest of your life. And that would be very, very sad.
At Work It, Mom I posted a delicious recipe, Pasta with Sausage, Broccoli, and Tomatoes.
How can you NOT want to eat that?
And because I haven’t linked over to there in awhile, over at BlogHer I wrote a post, Reasons I Love My House, No Really.
As I type this almost 3000 votes have come in. I am going to close the poll and tell you all what I think soon.
Posted by Chris @ 11:47 am
True Friends Will Bake You A Cake with a File
Or at the very least they will send you accessories to match your orange jumpsuit.
Me: My kids are driving my nuts today!
Her: Join the club.
Me: Was there some sort of edict that went out that us parents were not aware of that said, today is act like a little asshole day?
Her: Yes that must be it.
Me: You would not believe what my 7 yr old is doing… I swear he is begging me to strangle him.
Her: I hear him. I will testify in court on your behalf.
Me: You are such a great friend.
Her: I’ll tell the judge. He was begging for it.
Me: I love you.
Her (friend without a blog, yes they do exist. Like unicorns): So we were driving home from vacation and my son was throwing up the whole way.
Me: Oh yuck, we had that happen recently too. It was so horrible.
Her: We kept having to pull over. Except at one point on the highway there was no shoulder and we had to give him a McDonald’s bag.
Me: Ewwwwwwww. We luckily had beach buckets in the van.
Her: It smelled so bad. And it was leaking. And the other kids were all complaining. So we threw it out the window.
Me: I’m not laughing at you. I swear.
Her: All the cars behind us were honking at us. Then they drove up and gave us the finger.
Me: You polluter! Ruining our environment with your breeding and littering!
Her: I like to think Mother Earth would forgive me. Being a Mother and all.
Update: Geez people, you have weak stomachs. It’s not like a photographed the meal INSIDE a McDonald’s bag. That would be gross. Funny, but gross.
But I get the hint, I have removed the photo and link. I’ll put them back up in a different post. Away from the vomit story.
Posted by Chris @ 8:33 am