From The Garden

Seems our little carrots grew up. In fact, since my kids put the carrot seeds real close together, our carrots became close friends.

I cleaned them up and cut them up. The kids ate them. There wasn't enough for all of us. They did let me have one bite. ;-)

Take A Moment

Being a supporter of the military, when something simple comes along that makes a world of difference, I want to help out. Like sending an email or a postcard...

You can find the email and snail mail over HERE towards the bottom. I do not want spammers to get a hold of the email, so I am not posting it on my blog.

Here is a quote from the post that I think is very important to read even if you don't read the rest of the post but the email address...

Due to security reasons in Afghanistan please do not put addresses or phone numbers on any correspondence. All emails will be printed out here in the US and mailed to Afghanistan as they do not have the resources to receive a large number of emails. All letters and emails will be vetted to make sure there are no negative comments. These are letters of support, so please keep them positive and uplifting.

Keep in mind - Positive and Uplifting!!! Please, please take the time to send an email or postcard.

Handsome Ba-Damsome

The boys got a hair cut last Friday. Tot walked up to me afterwards with a swagger, put his hands on his hips and looked up at me and said: "I'm Handsome Ba-Damsome". Isn't he a cutie?

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

My internet is alive again. Thanks Tink for helping out. Here is your humor for today:

I'm sure you've seem "Maxine" and read her poignant witticisms. Well, meet Max!

Men strike back!

How many men does it take to open a beer?

None. It should be opened when she brings it.

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Why is a Laundromat a really bad place to pick up a woman?

Because a woman who can't even afford a washing machine will probably never be able to support you.

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Why do women have smaller feet than men?

It's one of those "evolutionary things" that allows

Them to stand closer to the kitchen sink.

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How do you know when a woman is about to say something smart?

When she starts a sentence with "A man once told me..."

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How do you fix a woman's watch?

You don't There is a clock on the oven.

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Why do men pass gas more than women?

Because women can't shut up long enough to

Build up the required pressure.

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If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife is yelling at the front door, who do you let in first?

The dog, of course. He'll shut up once you let him in.

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What's worse than a Male Chauvinist Pig?

A woman who won't do what she's told

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I married a Miss Right.

I just didn't know her first name was Always.

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Scientists have discovered a food that diminishes a woman's sex drive by 90%.

It's called a Wedding Cake

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Why do men die before their wives?

They want to.

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Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy.

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In the beginning, God created the earth and rested.

Then God created Man and rested.

Then God created Woman.

Since then, neither God nor Man has rested.

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Elevator tickles

Mrs. Bug asked me to take a moment and post some dreaded Wednesday humor. Only thing is I don't have a funny bone in my body. Really I don't. So what can I do....

Actually the problem stems from the fact that bug cannot access the internet due to fluctuating power outages in south Florida. Not to make light of the fact that some 3 million people are without power in Miami-Dade (Hi Amanda, hope you and the family aren't affected to badly by this), but it can make for some interesting commentaries like "the reactors safely shut down" or "the reactors were safely shut down." Come on kids, which is it. Guess I will have to give Nuke a call tonight to see what he knows.

In the meantime, lets have some

elevator fun. You are stuck in an elevator, scrunched in the corner and you spy your prey. So you start staring (that's what I would do anyway). And stare and stare. You know it won't be long before they are wanting to tear your throat out and come down on you with a vorious "WHAT". Now the fun begins.

1. Did you know one half of your hair is lighter than the other?
2. Have you ever noticed your buttons don't match?
3. Did you use a different shoe polish on each of your shoes or did they come that way? And my all time favorite...
4. I think you really could be a duplicate image of yourself.

So what you do if you were stuck on an elevator.

What's Wrong With This Picture

While at the dentist yesterday, the news said that they thought we might hit a record high of 89 today. And then a cold front will come through tonight/tomorrow morning. Tonight it is a low of 64 and tomorrow a high of 65. Huh??? Here is the rest of the forecast:

By this weekend it is suppose to be in the 80s again. Insane.

Brain fun

h/t Mrs. Who

Wonder how they figured it out?? GRIN.

Dentist

Been busy all weekend. Must have been the full moon but the kids were not well behaved, Tot had an asthma attack and I have been stressing about the Dentist. Yep, two different dentist visits in one day. Someone save me. I have some pictures that need posting along with some cute stories... If I can remember them in time to get them down... Thanks for stopping by... here is a picture to keep you smiling:

Eclipse Pictures - sorta

I took some pictures of the eclipse for my boys. Here is an example:

Then my sister, Tink, sent me some pictures she took. She posted them HERE. yaa... we know who is a good photographer in our family and it is NOT me.

I've Got Nothing

Life has just been busy. The boys have done stuff but by the end of the day... I have forgotten. I need to start writing it down. Heck, I lost my glasses and calculator yesterday. I still haven't found them. I doubt if I write stuff down I would be able to find it and post it in the morning. A little more patience please. I'm working at being more positive and I do need to post... just so I can look back at all the craziness of my life.

Ahhh... children... never a boring moment.

Lunar Eclipse

Tater came home sooo excited because there was going to be a lunar eclipse tonight. What the teacher (or whoever told him) failed to mention is that it starts at 8:43PM EST.

No post tomorrow... I'm taking the day off. Thanks for stopping by and a double thanks to those who have been commenting over the last couple of days. Later.

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

I hope you enjoy this as much as I did...

And what were you thinking?

More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Because I couldn't resist... I suggest you have the inside of your monitor cleaned by clicking THIS LINK.

Fevers, Asthma, Preschool, Life

Seems the last week has been a dozy. I'm done in. It started last weekend with Tot running 103F for 3 days, then on to the asthma. Finally settled down by Friday night and my neighbor's car alarm goes off at 2:30am on Saturday night. That is a story all by itself, which I do not have the time nor inclination to type up. But I was up to about 5am. And then comes Tuesday morning. Ugh. Down here in South Florida, some insanely mean person came up with the idea of first come first serve for the Preschool but only on ONE day. I had to get up at 4am to be at the preschool this morning for the 7:30am registration if I wanted a chance to get my son into the VPK program at that school. I am nuts. N.U.T.S.

Tired and unable to do much more. I wanted to let everyone know in a couple of days I will respond to emails, and make comments. But my brain must catch up on sleep to function. Particularly since I took on a job that requires actual brain thought. Tutoring is best done when I have had a good nights sleep. Good night.

Remote Control Monster

Too much going on in my life. Here is a new toy that one of the guys at work gave my hubby to give to the kids...

Is This From My Son?

Tater brought home his artwork from school. I almost fell over. I thought it was great. Better than what I can do today. Must have gotten those genes from grandparents or hubby... Uhhh... though I did get the last one wrong in what I thought it was... click to enlarge... any ideas? He did tell me.

From my five year old...

Are You Being Watched?

It was an animal kind of week... here is what we have seen... Easter bunnies, right?

or maybe a snack for:

and then the leftovers would be for:

Always a busy time here in South Florida...

And to enjoy a little fun... I'm adding the word Dude to this post per Lukie.

Doggie Beds

I wasn't going to do any more paid posts even from Review Me... but this one fit me and this blog. I am going to do this post and YES I will get paid for it.

There is a site called Mammoth Dog Beds that has beds for all sizes of dogs. My hubby and I are always on the look out for a bed big enough for Happy dog. He weighs 150 pounds. He has arthritis. He is our family pet. And it is almost impossible to find a bed that works for him.

Something I found that I like about the mammoth bed is that is washable. Not just the cover, but

The entire bed is completely washable.

I'm not sure if I prefer a velcro closing of the cover over a zipper. Both have good and bad points. I do like the fact that you can wash just the cover. Though, I didn't see a lot on the stuffing. I have had to restuff (ok ok, my hubby did it most of the time) Happy's bed that he has right now many times. I don't see any place on the site to get more stuffing. The stuff I use now is throw away... it doesn't wash and 'bounce back'.

Since this is a paid post about the site, let me get back to the site information...

Things that I like

the 'Features at a Glance' when you look at a product
the fact that they have free shipping for orders over $75
at the bottom, they have 'about us', 'comments', 'order tracking', and more.
at the bottom of 'about us', they have 'Live Help'

I found the site easy to navigate. While I did not purchase anything, it was cool being able to look at the color chart and decide what color fit my home. It was also nice to see the following:

We are very confident in the security of Internet transactions, therefore we offer our Safe Shopping Guarantee. If unauthorized charges are made to your card as a result of shopping at Mammothoutlet.com we will cover your liabilities. (In the event of unauthorized usage, you must first contact your credit card provider in accordance with its reporting rules and procedures).

Yep, I'm bouncing around here... but another nice item was the 'enter and win' that was off to the left. I tried it. Not only did it enter me to win a prize, but gave me a discount on my next on-line purchase. Pretty cool.

If you have a large dog... they have plenty of options for you. Take a look at Mammoth and see what you think.

Happy Valentine's Day

The boys made cards, wrote their name in way too many cards, and still look at me strange when I tell them it's my day. Such is life. I plan on chasing them all over the house threatening to kiss them. It ought to be a good day.

And for everyone else. Use this as an excuse to get a little extra attention. It's worth it!

My Domain

Happy Dog has been feeling better so we let him out... he found his domain. No squirrel or vulture was safe. Yaa... right... that's why they just landed in the trees anyways. GRIN

Look at that grey. Still a cutie.

There is a Comment Party over at...

Carmen's (HERE TO GET TO POST, click on comments to join the party). You can find out why HERE.

More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, still heavily sedated from a difficult four hour, surgical procedure. A young student nurse appears to give him a partial sponge bath.

Nurse", he mumbles, from behind the mask. "Are my testicles black?"

Embarrassed, the young nurse replies "I don't know, Sir. I'm only here to wash your upper body and feet."

He struggles to ask again, "Nurse, are my testicles black?"

Concerned that he may elevate his vitals from worry about his testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and sheepishly pulls back the covers.

She raises his gown, holds his penis in one hand and his testicles in the other, lifting and moving them around.

Then, she takes a close look and says, "There's nothing wrong with them, Sir!!"

The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly,
"Thank you very much. That was wonderful, but listen very, very closely......

"A r e - m y - t e s t - r e s u l t s - b a c k ? "

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Thanks for the humor Sticks...

The local news station was interviewing an 80-year-old lady because she had just gotten married -- for the fourth time.

The interviewer asked her questions about her life, about what it felt like to be marrying again at 80, and then about her new husband's occupation.

'He's a funeral director,' she answered.

'Interesting,' the newsman thought.

He then asked her if she wouldn't mind telling him a little about her first three husbands and what they did for a living.

She paused for a few moments, needing time to reflect on all those years. After a short time, a smile came to her face and she answered proudly, explaining that she'd first married a banker when she was in her early 20's, then a circus ringmaster when in her 40's, later on a preacher when in her 60's, and now in her 80's, a funeral director.

The interviewer looked at her, quite astonished, and asked why she had married four men with such diverse careers.

She smiled and explained, 'I married one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go.'

You didn't even see it coming, did you?

Race Ya!

Seems that Tot has learned the secret to winning a race... take a short cut! NOTE: These pictures were taken last week. Right now the doctor says we have a possibility of fever for another day or two... sigh...

Short Story?

There is a book on my sidebar called Out of Time. I have read it 3 times now. For some one who loves boats ships. This would be even better for them. Still, very good story line and worth having... and it turns out Pat has written another story that goes along with it.

Here is what Pat has to say about it:

Patrick G. Cox Speaks About Almighty Father: I wrote Almighty Father as a part of my ongoing exercise in developing the reality of the two principle characters in my book Out of Time and it's sequel(s). As the underlying theme for the books is the fact that these boys are transported by accident into a distant future I felt it would be interesting to explore a part of Harry Heron's back story.

Unable to Comment

Seems I am not the only one having problems with commenting... as I see by THIS POST from T1G.

I am looking into options, like trying to get moved to the new mu.nu or even going back to blogger. The problem with going back to blogger is the only way to get my old posts here... back there... is copy/paste. Not gonna happen.

While Pixy created me a blog at the new mu.nu, I seem to have communications problems with Pixy (it is not Pixy's fault) and not enough time to deal with it. Guess you'll just have to enjoy the posts and I'll have to hope you can comment.

Otherwise, head over and wish Bou's sister, Morrigan, a Happy Birthday...

Two O'clock, Three O'clock, Four O'clock rock...

Seems Tot is running me into the ground. He was running a 103 fever Saturday afternoon and it has been hit or miss since then on how high it was going to go or even if it was going to go down. Seems that time between 2am and 4am is the 'be-witching' hour for this go around. Last night it went from the chills so extreme his teeth chattered to a high temp. I am extremely tired. But I have another child to take care of and chores that must be completed. Particularly with a sick child in the house. Silly how a sick child that picks his nose can cause me to run around changing his clothes and wiping everything down over and over again to make sure no one else gets sick.

I had this weird song going through my head that I made the title...

Two o'clock, Three o'clock, Four o'clock rock,
Listen to that clock go tick tock.
Another night of worry, is Tot breathing without a hurry?
What time did I give him that Motrin? How long has it really been?

And it continues... someone really needs to examine my brain... then again, maybe not...

When You Should Not Ask Why

Tater has to write in a journal daily at school. Since there is limited time at school, he now has it as homework. He takes his work to school and gets to copy it to his journal there.

Sometimes I pay attention, sometimes I don't. He asked me the other day for the names of people. I gave him a couple and helped him spell them... while I was in the kitchen and he was in the living room. Here is what he showed me after he finished:

Sleep, precious sleep

Notice the star wars comforter and pillow... the spider man pillow... yep... super heroes on the pj shirt!!! But doesn't this just make you smile?

First thing I noticed was his butt wasn't up in the air! We are making progress. ;-)

I Want To Be a Super-Delegate

Talking to my mom... she asked me what I knew about the Democratic Super-Delegates... I had no clue. First thing I found was THIS ARTICLE on msnbc that said:

Voters don’t choose the 842 unpledged “super-delegates” who comprise nearly 40 percent of the number of delegates needed to clinch the Democratic nomination.

oh... the article got even more interesting...

The category includes Democratic governors and members of Congress, former presidents Bill Clinton and Jimmy Carter, former vice president Al Gore, retired congressional leaders such as Dick Gephardt, and all Democratic National Committee members, some of whom are appointed by party chairman Howard Dean.

Hmmmm... hidden under an ad was the following line:

The Republicans do not have a similar super-delegate system.

and then it went on to say:

These super-delegates don’t have superhuman powers, but unlike rank-and-file Democrats, they do automatically get to cast a vote at the convention to decide who the party’s nominee will be.

Further research was a necessity... particularly since I am not that sure about what I read on the net...

I found this site of the 2008 Democratic Convention Watch that had a list of super-delegates. I liked the chart off to the left that showed what the count was with delegates and super-delegates.

There is lot of information on it, but most everyone has the same stuff to start with and just opinions added. Anyone have really good information on this? I checked a couple of Democratic sites, but there was nothing I could really get a hold of to make it worth more of a post. Thoughts?

Nineteen

I have seen this all over and it never worked for me before today. Here is my Answer:

19

Go HERE to take the test yourself.

Having a five year old made me think I must be able to take on 100. Guess it was because I wouldn't do more than fight enough to win and that I'm short. ;-)

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Fart humor, you are now warned...

"You laugh because I'm different, I laugh because I just farted."

Single women can't fart.... they don't have an .sshole until they're married!

You can go TO THIS SITE to get a bank that says "drop some loot and hear me toot"...

Feeling in the mood to be rude? Go HERE and create a Fart to email to friends.

Confucious Say... "Man who fart in church...Sit in own pew."

And you might as well print your own fart license...

Now if I could just bottle Happy's farts, I'd make a million...

Click on "More Pawprints" to get a list of other names for farts.

after dinner mint
air attack
air biscuit
Arkansas barking spiders
backblast
backdoor trumpet
back draft
back end blow out
bean bombers
bean fumes
bottom burp
botty burp
botty cough
burp that went astray
burp that comes out the wrong end
butt burps
butt cheek squeak
butt moose
butt mutt
Butt trumpet
cushion creepers
davebrok
drive by
Dutch oven
essence of Emeril
excreted gas
explosion between the cheeks
fanny beep
fanny bubble
fanny halitosis
fire in the hole
gas
gasser
gastronomical reprocussion
General Colon Bowel barking commands
Jersey torch
Room clearer
the scented scream
silent but deadly
silent but violent
silent depth charge
smelly jelly
smell-o-rama
sphincter whistle
sphincturbulence
stale wind
stench of death
stink
stinker
talking pants
tear arse
tear ass
terminal flatulence
terminal velocity flatulence
three tone fart
thunder below
thunder in the buns
tooters
toot-toots
triple flutter blaster
triple thunder flutter
trouser cough
trouser trumpet
tushie belches
underpants lion
Under-thunder
voice of the toothless one
wet fart
wet one
whallop
whootzie
wind
wind breakage
windy pops

With a Link Link Here and...

Seems everyone has great stories, new blog children and I just can't keep up.

I don't even want to go through my side bar and see what works and what doesn't... so if you notice something, let me know. I use Snarfer (RSS) and hardly every click on those links...

Pamibe is working hard on her Canine Carnival... Happy was the first on the list!

Tink has her 'Week In Space' going nicely, along with cool pictures of my honeymoon spread around at the bottom of some posts.

Zen is busy with reminders for office workers on how to have a peaceful work day, but I bet most of those would work for me... wonder if I can remember how to meditate?

LemonStand reminded me that girls can be just as difficult and funny as boys... silly how kids love knives.

Straight White Guy can't seem to get enough of Birds... so he posted about more Birds... take the time to read the comments... very entertaining.

Prochein Amy has a cute cartoon about boogers.

And anything with Bugs in it has to be good... from Primodonna...

Practigal reminds us that Boys do the strangest things...

wRitErsbLock hits her 60,000th... and it was her friend Amanda. Hope she didn't hit her too hard.

Richmond helps hubby with high-heels... huh?

Ogre runs amok killing thousands... ok, not really. But I do enjoy his humor.

I couldn't let CalTechGirl be the only sucky blogger... I'm #1, I'm #1...

Contagion gives birth... seems a perfect fit for the bad example family.

Lukie needs help with forms on web pages. I have no clue... and no time to look it up. I'm working on algebra problems (and this post).

Still funny a day or two after... is the live blogging that Mrs. Who had going on during the superbowl.

Any other opinions on the best superbowl commercial besides Erica?

NSFW... and I almost lost my breakfast. But it certainly made me laugh as well. Oh it is sweetthings birthday as well!!!

While Bou's kids are picking webkinz for their killing ability, mine are buying pink leotards and tootoos so they can watch them walk. They laugh so hard at the 'pink butts'. Sigh.

Nothing like Cow pictures to make you smile!

Need a good laugh about the elections... go HERE. Then again, having boys might cause me to find this more humorous than most other people.

Harvey is having spoon problems... go help him at THIS POST.

Nothing like a mom/daughter post to make you smile.

And a dream come true! A great reason to Blog.

I Just Can't Win

Made a mistake. A h.u.g.e mistake. I was looking at an i-spy book with Tater and said "that stupid little frog" is driving me nuts. It was one of those pictures that catch your eye and you can't quit looking at it. Oh... the book wasn't the problem, it was the word "Stupid". Yep. The boys hooked onto that like bees to honey. I had to threaten Tot with no Wii, no computer and no bedtime books if he said it again... why? Because he called his brother stupid. Sigh. Some weeks I just can't win.

Someone just take my brain out, wash it with soap and water, put it back in and let me try again?

Flag Football and Mom does not mix

Seems flag football and I don't mix. If I have to take the kids to the games from here on out... I will be taking a book. I will NOT get involved. Yaa. I was a horrible person. I was one of those. I yelled at 3 kids that were NOT my own. Sigh. It's a long story, but the basics are:

1. 1 kid with ball ran near me.
2. 2 kids ran after him (from Tater Tot's team but not them).
3. 2 kids grabbed flag belt and would not let go even when 1 kid asked.
4. I yelled at the kids to let go. They didn't and gave me a 'who are you look'.
5. I used my "I'm evil" voice. They let go. There was silence. Got the 'who the f are you look' from other parents.

This is suppose to be fun for my kids. Guess I will not be part of organized sports.

Hope hubby doesn't mind getting up at 7am to get going... kids have to be at practice by 8:30am. Other than my bad mommy moment... here are some cute pictures of practice... click to enlarge.

Tater:

Tot:

Tot always went to Tater's practice group. The kids were divided up into two or three groups to work with the 'coaches/parents'.

Tater had a blast. Tot was fine until they had a game with another team and they got his flag. Yaa. Major meltdown. Tot will have to play defense only until he understands.

Tater is one of the tallest on his team. Seems I have my kids on the 'young' team. Thank goodness!

Humor for all Political parties

Oldie but goodie and deserves to be laughed at again at this time!

While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a
truck and dies.

His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there
is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so
we're not sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in," says the man. "Well, I'd like to, but I have
orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and
one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."

"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the senator.

"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down,
down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a
green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of
it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake
his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at
the expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine
on lobster, caviar and champagne. Also present is the devil, who really is
a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are
having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises...
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter
is waiting for him.

"Now it's time to visit heaven."

So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls
moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing They have a good
time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter
returns. "Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now
choose your eternity"

The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never
have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would
be better off in hell."

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to
hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land
covered with waste and garbage.

He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting
it in black bags as more trash falls from above.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder "I don't
understand," stammers the senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a
golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne,
and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of
garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were
campaigning.....Today you voted"