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Yeah, I seem to be in a blogging slump lately. It seems like everything I see that’s cool is not new or has been blogged a bazillion times before. Not much is going on in our lives, not much crafting because I’m too lazy to clean the kitchen table off, same ol’ same ol’, ya know?

I originally started this blog with intents to post things that I had sewn or cooked, but I don’t do nearly enough of it to post often enough. I want to warn my readers that my Grandma yells at me if I don’t post enough. (Love you grandma! :D) Now I’m thinking that maybe I’ll just post the stuff that I think is cool?

What do you guys think? Should I stick with crafts and kids, or expand to include extra stuff?

And here’s a little eye candy for those of us who can’t go outside without facing 3rd degree burns.

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Three Brazilian Soldiers

Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily briefing. He concludes by saying: "Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed."

Finally, the President looks up and asks with a shaky voice, "How many is a brazillion?"

While fondling his testicles one afternoon, Declan looked up at me and with a straight face stated "Ball in there."

Doing the only thing a good mother could do, I nodded back seriously and replied "Hopefully there’s two, kiddo."

So last night as the two kiddos and I crammed into the tub (scary thought, huh?) for a leisurely soak, I realized that I say some really stupid things.

Don’t make your little brother angry!!

• Why not? Is he going to turn into an ax-wielding monster. The thought makes me laugh. Those two teeth of his would fit perfectly into the face of a psychopath. Will he turn into the Incredible Hulk? If he was green maybe people would stop touching his head. I could tell them he has a contagious disease. Take that nosy old ladies at the supermarket!

Do you understand me?

• Does it matter? Even if the understood they’re not going to listen. They can bob their little heads and say ‘Undertsnad’, but the point is they don’t care what I say.

Don’t you dare!

• Again, what am I going to do? Put them in a timeout? Big Whoop. Timeout is the same as play time, you just have to face a wall for a couple seconds.

What were you thinking?

• Again, it doesn’t matter. With a limited vocabulary it’s really hard to express that you thought sticking your foreskin in the vacuum cleaner tube and then closing it would be fun. It’s also hard to explain that covering yourself in perfume, including open wounds, seemed like a good idea until you feel off the bathroom counter. And even if mama did understand you, she’d still be mad. A blank "pity me" stare works better.

Boys! Be nice!

• "We are" is typically what I hear. I guess when you’re under 3 running the baby’s foot over with a wooden truck is nice.

What things do you find yourself saying as a parent that make you wonder why you bother to say it at all?

Aren’t these peachy? I could totally dig one of these nestled in the nice green garden with little rock pathways.

The 7 inch thick walls would make perfect sense in Arizona as they are highly energy efficient. They would make a great "upstairs" for an mostly underground home too.

The Pink Tentacle article states that they can be connected and covered walkways between rooms would be cute, yeah?

They can also be used a freestanding structures, such as a bar or toolshed.

At roughly $30,00 it seems like a reasonable consideration to me. They can even be made into ’shrooms and oh how I love cute little deathcaps.

More info here at International Dome House and here. Via DIY Maven at Curbly