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“I laughed.  I cried.  It moved me.” — LadyBug

Her Mother’s Daughter

Drama Queen, mischievously:  Mom, you know what makes you such a great mom?

LadyBug, warily:  What’s that?

DQ, grinning:  A kid like me.

LB, giggling:  You know what makes you full of baloney?

DQ, checkmating:  A mom like you.

So I’m sitting here, staring at this blank page…

…and, really, I have no clue what to write.

But I’m committed to NaBloPoMo, so here I am.

Let’s see…what to say, what to say?

Oh!  Deputy Dad’s kidney stone pain has suddenly and mysteriously disappeared, leaving us to wonder if he passed it.  We’ll see how the weekend goes…if he doesn’t have any more pain, he’ll call the urologist’s office Monday and see if the doc wants to get another x-ray.  Wouldn’t it be just grand if the damn thing is gone, and he doesn’t have to have surgery after all?

Let’s see…what else?

Mother-In-Law and I got up at 4:30 this morning and went to Wal-Mart at 5:00 for the Big Sale.  I got The Drama Queen and Miss Attitude each an iDog, and SuperBoy a 2 1/2-foot tall Superman.  Once the initial shopping rush wore off, the holy-crap-I’ve-been-up-since-4:30 kicked in, and I spent the rest of the day exhausted.

Hey, you know what the best thing about today is?  It’s only Friday!  We still have the whole weekend ahead of us!  Weeeeeee!

Okay, I’m off to eat some leftover pie and go to bed.  Goodnight, folks.

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Some days are just like this

NaBloPoMo Day 16: Phoning It In

I’m swamped at work and at home today, but I don’t want to skip out on my NaBloPoMo duties. (Heh, I accidently typed NaBloPoMom. Freudian slip?)

Have you ever watched a press conference and noticed how it takes some of those reporters for-freaking-EVER to construct their questions? Well, here’s a clip from Craig Ferguson’s* show, where they’ve poked a little fun at Donald Rumsfeld as he waits to answer those 57-part questions.

Clicking here will take you to the YouTube video. I tried to embed it here, but WordPress got bitchy with me, and I’m too busy and tired to argue with it.

*Craig Ferguson is one of my secret crushes. The accent totally does it for me. Hee.

Note: I found this video - or one like it, anyway - yesterday while surfing the NaBloPoMo Randomizer, but I cannot for the life of me remember on whose blog I found it.

Totally Irrelevant Thought Currently Making Me Giggle

In fifty or sixty years, nursing homes will be full of elderly ladies named Tiffany and Stephanie and Jennifer and Nicole, and little old men named Joshua and Kevin and Andrew and Matthew.

I can only assume their grandchildren will have names such as Ethel and Betty and Harold and Walter.

Quote of Note

“I used to be a lifeguard, ’til some blue kid got me fired.” -Larry the Cable Guy

Every kid’s first chapter books should be Junie B. Jones books

A couple of quotes from Junie B. Jones Is a Beauty Shop Guy:

“Mother followed me.
Her face looked suspicious.
Suspicious is the grown-up word for I think maybe you might be fibbing.”

. . .

[after giving the dog (Tickle) a haircut...]

“Mother chased me all over my yard.
That woman is speedier than she looks.
She caught me by my arm and marched me into the house.
After that, she sat me in a chair. And she said my goose is cooked, young lady.
Goose is cooked means that your goose is in big trouble. Only I don’t actually have a goose. Only that was not the time to mention it, probably.
Just then, my Daddy came home from work.
Mother tattletaled to him about Tickle.
Then both of them hollered a lecture at me.
It was called What in the World Has Gotten into Me, Young Lady? Do I Not Even Have Good Sense? And Do They Have to Watch Me Every Single Minute?
After they finished yelling, Mother put me in my room. And she took away my scissors forever.
And here’s the worstest part of all.
After dinner I had to take a bath and go right back to bed.
Mother kissed me on my cheek.
It was not that sincere.”

Weather or not…

The forecasted high this afternoon in Small Town, Texas, is 80°F.

The high yesterday afternoon was 84°F.

Tomorrow’s forecast shows a HIGH of 35°F.

The weather here has more mood swings than a premenstrual teenager. The forecast may as well read, “Utterly unpredictable, with a 75% chance of sick children.”

Sigh.

On a lighter note, a coworker just forwarded me a joke that made me - literally - laugh out loud, so I thought I’d share it with you all. (No offense to you blonde bombshells out there.)

A blonde called her boyfriend and said, “Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can’t figure out how to get it started.”

Her boyfriend asked, “What is it supposed to be when it’s finished?” The blonde said, “According to the picture on the box, it’s a tiger.”

Her boyfriend decided to go over and help with the puzzle. She let him in and showed him where she had the puzzle spread out all over the table.

He studied the pieces for a moment, then looked at the box.

He turned to her and said, “First of all, no matter what we do, we’re not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a tiger.”

He took her hand and said, “Second, I want you to relax. Let’s have a nice cup of hot chocolate and then…………”

He sighed.

“Then……let’s put all these frosted flakes back in the box.”

Hee.

Happy Almost Friday, everyone!

I wonder if Letterman’s looking for a new writer?

The Drama Queen told me an original joke this morning. It’s not the first joke she’s made up, but it’s the first one to combine two important qualities: (1) it makes sense, and (2) it’s funny. (Well, funny to a third-grader and her mama, anyway.)

What would a puppy be if you shaved a little bit of hair off of him?