Runaway October

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?

So. You guys have heard me bab­ble on and on about the Flirty Apron Swap. You’d have thought it’d e done and gone by now. Unfor­tu­nately not. It has been over 20 cal­en­dars days since it was mailed, yet the lovely lady who was sup­posed to recieve it does not have it.

I know this is a long stretch, but has any­one else received it instead? I am prone to stu­pid things, though I’m 99% sure it was addressed prop­erly because I had to dou­ble check the spelling of her name before tap­ing the label on the box.

I can not express how spit­ting nails mad I am that it’s miss­ing. I put so much thought, love and work into it and now… just… noth­ing. Hubby was happy when I finally mailed it because he was tired of hear­ing about it.

Tam­mie I am so so very verry sorry that you haven’t recieved it yet. I hop­ing that it will show up for you soon! Here’s some pic­tures, although I know it doesn’t help any.

In the mean­time, why don’t you guys give her some pageviews here. She has a great blog.

Who is the black sheep in your family/group?

I think it would prob­a­bly be me, hon­estly. You do really stu­pid things when you’re young with­out think­ing about the effect it has on oth­ers. I don’t talk to much of my fam­ily now, and when I do I always feel an under­ly­ing ten­sion. Maybe that’s all in my head though.

If you were a char­ac­ter from a book, what char­ac­ter would you be?

Hmm… Any book? That’s alot to choose from. For some rea­son Alice from Alice in Won­der­land popped up first — Maybe because I’m lost and con­fused alot. If I could choose the char­ac­ter, maybe one of the elves from Tolkien’s World?

What’s your favorite accent?

I love just about any accent, except for Span­ish ones but I think that’s because I hear it alot here in Ari­zona. I espe­cially melt over Irish, British and Aus­tralian. Cana­dian accents are very nice too.

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