"poot" is too a word

Since I know that all of you are wondering why no one else ever says "poot", I have a blogpost to show you that we are not alone. Besides which, it is hilariously funny, especially if you have kids. who talk. when you wish they wouldn't. but they say what you are thinking but are too polite to say. I read it the other day, but today, I read the comments. They had me laughing with tears also. Enjoy!!

Peanut Butter Blast

At least that's what they called it at Danny Boy's where we went to eat for our 25th wedding anniversary. Thanks to the 2 children who wished us a happy 25th. Anyway, back to the cheesecake or dessert or whatever it was...it was sooooo great that I ordered it for my birthday tomorrow. Dad just went to get it from the cheesecake factory, which doesn't have the real picture. A little bit ago, Dad came sheepishly into my office where I was on the net and said, "About your pie..." I knew right away what he was going to say. I started grinning. It is from The Cheesecake Factory. "How much," I asked? $44.00. "Could you go for 1/2 a pie???" I said, sure. As long as he and Kevin got one piece each, and I got the other 4. Hey, it's MY birthday.

Total Locker Room Privacy

Last Friday, I went to swim at lifeworks. About 15 minutes before I was done, the lights flickered. And went out. And flicker. And out. And flicker. And out for good. We had lots of tall windows, so it didn't really affect me too much. I wondered about the poor man who comes in his wheelchair and uses the chair assist to even get into the pool. How would he get out??? Finally I was done. My locker isn't too far into the locker room...I thought with the light reflected off white walls I would be able to find it. I did. I thought I could do the combination by feel, as it is buttons, not a dial. But someone from Lifeworks wandered by with a flashlight and shined it on my lock. There was a little old lady in the same "indentation" as me. When she left, she asked me, "Will you be all right alone if I go??" I wondered what she could do for me, and said it was fine. And I skipped my shower--that was too much tempting fate. And then I got dressed in the dark which was very private.

it's everywhere

Oh, this is too funny to pass up.



it is again from here

no, it's actually from here

pet names

I was reading amy at amy'shumblemusings and she wrote about the funny names that stick with us. my comment was

"We have "Dan the man", "Kiwi", Ryanryewheatoatsbarleyfarleyfudge", and "Kevobobby"

Oh, and the third one is easier to pronounce if you say Ryan rye wheat oats barley farley fudge. shortened to "Ry". Here is how it came about: Ryan got shortened to Ry. Rye is a grain. So are wheat, oats and barley. Especially if you are playing "Pit". Which rhymes with Farley. Which is "Fudge"'s real name from the Ramona series. See, it all makes sense now.

And Kevin's middle name is not Robert. It just got started by his sister when he started calling her Kiwi."

Are there any more?? Oh, i should have added my own: ChristyAnnaHannahAmmarillaHotDogHoHoHeHeHaHa. or not.

Feeling kinda old, then I learned to:

from here

Masterpiece theatre and other random stuff

Now i know that many of you enjoy those little guys silhouetted in front of your movie making fun of it. So, here's a twist: just silhouettes. pretty funny.

and for you random factoid persons: this

Randy Wayne White

"'And I'm a vegetarian,' as if he wanted the pigs to hear. Wilson said, "Sharks don't care about your ideology and neither do those hogs. Vegetarians are edible and no amount of broccoli's going to change that."

"We loaded into the van. I slid in behind the whell because Tomlinson drives like a man who really does believe in life after death. He combines the wandering inattention of a child with a teenager's love of speed. Terrifying."

I had a little Sorrow,
Born of a little Sin,
I found a room wll damp with gloom
And shut us all within;
And, "Little Sorrow, weep," said I,
"And, Little Sin, pray God to die,
And I upon the floor will lie
And think how bad I've been!"
---Edna St. Vincent Millay

I like this author. Mystery stories. Good characters and plots. The poem was in his book before it actually began.

after some shoveling and after the storm was over

a hole through the front porch drift so the mailman could've gotten through. Through rain and snow and sleet, etc.? no, he didn't come



How much snow??



King of the Hill

yes, there was a blizzard

So you think you have snow???

Dad helped so many people who got stuck in and around our house. we have 4+ feet drifts..the main front yard is up to dad's knees. I'm enjoying by staying indoors and looking at the beauty. It is pretty if you don't have to go anywhere. Debra and kev got cabin fever and went out in the midst of it. Her truck has 4 wheel drive which she needed. All stores were closed except best buy. so they hung out there for a while. even McDonald's was closed. I am trying to upload pictures, but google is being crappy.

ok....here is try #3 for pics.

Stake conference got cancelled both yesterday and today. Columbus stake conference was cancelled too.

ok try#4, and if it doesn't work, i'll try later. but lotsalotsa snow. and cool giant drifts. makes me wish i was a kid to make igloos and tunnels.

just junk

Actually, I can only second Barack Obama, who responded to the Nader announcement thusly: “He thought that there was no difference between Al Gore and George Bush, and eight years later I think people realize that Ralph did not know what he was talking about.”

The Ultimate Rejection Letter


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Herbert A. Millington
Chair - Search Committee
412A Clarkson Hall, Whitson University
College Hill, MA 34109

Dear Professor Millington,

Thank you for your letter of March 16. After careful consideration, I
regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to offer me
an assistant professor position in your department.

This year I have been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually
large number of rejection letters. With such a varied and promising field
of candidates, it is impossible for me to accept all refusals.

Despite Whitson's outstanding qualifications and previous experience in
rejecting applicants, I find that your rejection does not meet my needs at
this time. Therefore, I will assume the position of assistant professor
in your department this August. I look forward to seeing you then.

Best of luck in rejecting future applicants.

Sincerely,
Chris L. Jensen


http://www.chaosmatrix.org/library/humor/reject.html

http://www.stevepavlina.com/blog/2005/06/self-discipline/

yeah, right. good one

I found this on "by common consent" blog and immediately thought of my children. Good ones. It is talking about translation of BOM

parents. This is a surprising challenge to deal with, because there isn’t a word for “parents” in Biblical Hebrew. (If you do a search on parent in the KJV OT, you’ll see the word never appears in that entire literature.) This isn’t a problem for the modern translations, since Modern Hebrew has since supplied a word for parents, horim. Chronicles oddly has “I, Nephi, son of good ones (good parents).”

Fractured Fairy tales

A blast from the past, as noted by http://weeklyscheiss.blogspot.com/

Linking makes me crazy.

I used to watch these all the time as small blips inserted in other saturday morning funnies..this one is Sleeping Beauty.



ah, actually, as i saw more, i realized it was during Rocky and Bullwinkle.

Here is Rapunzel...



enjoy all of them. Just not all at the same time, cause you'll never have time to overprotect your children. (see last post)(no, i don't want to look cool and make it a link. just scroll down, goofballs!)

Protecting my kids

This essay/posting by Mrs. G. of "derfwad manor" was so touching. I remember all this, and I still am like it. Obviously she is posting somewhere else.

http://flawedbutauthentic.com/2008/02/29/a-little-bit-more/#comments

So, yeah, I was and am overprotective, but I challenge those mommies out there to do any differently. If you can, good for you. I can't help it.

Happy Leap Day

Well, we've just finished our date, and i really really need to go to bed to sleep, but i wanted to wish you a happy leap day before i couldn't for the next 4 years.

I hate the CC

So, Kevin got to learn the realities of life without insurance. He made an appointment to see the dr at 4 on tuesday. Then, when they found out that he didn't have insurance they said he had to talk to "emily". When he talked to her, she said he should come in early to talk to her before his appointment.

We got their at 3:45. Waited for 15 minutes for "emily", who had gone on vacation stepped out. She didn't return before four, so we went down to his appt and said we'd come back. By the way, did I mention we were in a blizzard?? and that i really really didn't want to go out driving in the mess? Or that it was made clear at the appointment making stage that we would be paying the entire obscene amount when we were there?? No, i forgot that part, but we did.

We get down to the appointment check in and the lady says she cannot find kev's name on the list. As she looked harder, she found that the appt was cancelled 2 minutes after it was made. Because he DIDN'T HAVE INSURANCE. Even though all the above. And, gee, she was sorry that no one informed us. And gee, the entire dr. service of family practice AND internal medicine could not fit him in--try tomorrow. Why? so we could waste more time???? but i digresss.

They sent us to see another "financial counselor". i guess that was what emily was, although no one told us that. Turns out, that because he didn't have insurance, he has to call a financial counselor and put down $100 before they will even make an appt. for him. It's not enough that they take the $100 before he sees the doctor. no, before he can even make an appt. so, in sickness, when you have to call to make an appt between 8 and 8:15 when all the same day appts are gone, you can't call until after you call emily. Then you can be told that they don't have any appts left. Grrrrr. I hate the Cleveland Clinic. I hated them before for stuff. But now i hate them again and still. World-class medicine indeed.

Brantley indeed...or is it Brantleigh?

Seriously, haven't you ever wanted to say this???



it came from http://weeklyscheiss.blogspot.com/

For all children everywhere

To avoid plagiarizing, this came from

http://weeklyscheiss.blogspot.com/ Now i tried 4 (million) times to put this up as a link, but it wasn't happening. so cut and paste if you care.

A Prayer for Children
by Ina J. Hughes

We pray for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper
who erase holes in their math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.

And we pray for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers,
who never go to the circus,
who never "counted potatoes,"
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead near,
who live in an X-rated world.

We pray for children who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury the goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.

And we pray for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean,
whose pictures are not on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.

We pray for children who spend their allowances before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed and never rinse the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church or temple
and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at,
and whose smiles can make us cry.

And we pray for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.

We pray for children who want to be carried
and for those who must.
For those we never give up on, and
for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother,
and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it. . .

More random web browsing

Hey, you guys, remember mr. silly???





This, from "Hollywood Flakes":

This X-ray shows a boy who swallowed magnetic pieces of a block one at a time. When they hit his stomach, they reconnected.




So you thin that cats have hairball problems?? this from a human



by the way, she stopped eating her hair.

actually, the things people ate came from
http://www.oddee.com/item_92016.aspx


This is also from hollywood flakes,

I was reading some threads in a teacher's forum today and found that most teachers of young children deal with pica. A frequently asked question among the teachers was, "How do I make them stop?" I liked one teacher's response for how she dealt with her first graders. She says:

"What's in you mouth!? Now if you accidentally swallow that thing I am going to have to get it out. Do you see how big my hand is? I'm going to have to stick my big hand down your throat. You can be sure that it will hurt. If you don't want my big fat hand down your throat then you better get that thing out of your mouth and keep it out!"
She reports and almost 100% effective rate for her method