Feels Like a 100

Would someone please explain to me how it can be so H.O.T. after 2 days of rain? Isn't rain suppose to help cool it down? It is sprinkling outside my house right now!!!!! ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Note the date and time: Aug 31 at 2:45pm EST... sigh....

With a Bang Bang Here and...

Nothing like getting prepared for a hurricane to bring out the oopsies. Tot decided to look behind him while walking forward and tripped. Right into a a corner of a shelf. The poor boy was attached to my neck for two hours.

Here is the picture when he finally let go:



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Yep, nose, lip and chin. Talk about making you want to snuggle.

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Farmer John lived on a quiet rural highway. But, as time went by, the traffic slowly built up at an alarming rate. The traffic was so heavy and so fast that his chickens were being run over at a rate of three to six a day. So one day Farmer John called the sheriff's office and said, "You've got to do something about all of these people driving so fast and killing all of my chickens."

"What do you want me to do?" asked the sheriff. "I don't care, just do something about those crazy drivers!" So the next day he had the county workers go out and erected a sign that said:

SLOW:
SCHOOL CROSSING

Three days later Farmer John called the sheriff and said, "You've got to do something about these drivers. The 'school crossing' sign seems to make them go even faster." So, again, the sheriff sends out the county workers and they put up a new sign:

SLOW:
CHILDREN AT PLAY

That really sped them up. So Farmer John called and called and called every day for three weeks.

Finally, he asked the sheriff, "Your signs are doing no good. Can I put up my own sign?" The sheriff told him, "Sure thing, put up your own sign." He was going to let the Farmer John do just about anything in order to get him to stop calling everyday to complain.

The sheriff got no more calls from Farmer John. Three weeks later, curiosity go the best of the sheriff and he decided to give Farmer John a call. "How's the problem with those drivers. Did you put up your sign?" "Oh, I sure did. And not one chicken has been killed since then. I've got to go. I'm very busy." He hung up the phone.

The sheriff was really curious now and he thought to himself, "I'd better go out there and take a look at that sign... it might be something that WE could use to slow down drivers..." So the sheriff drove out to Farmer John's house, and his jaw dropped the moment he saw the sign.
It was spray-painted on a sheet of wood:

NUDIST COLONY

Go slow and watch out for chicks!!

Tink Sneaks In

Guess what? I found the keys to bug's blog. But shhhhhh we don't want her to know, now do we? Cuz then she might just swipe them back. But don't worry, I'm looking for a great place to hide them. Somewhere that she would never think of looking.

Then again, being two sheets to the wind, she may have forgotten she lost them.

2 Sheets to the Wind

I will be washing bed sheets, the clothes from yesterday, baking, getting a root canal today, and basically getting ready for a 'hurricane'. I don't believe it will be that strong, but no matter what, it can cause limbs to fall off trees and power to be lost.

As much as I don't want to waste the gas, I don't want to go 3 or 4 more days in pain. Yes, my tooth hurts... by the end of the day I am in a lot of pain. Add to that my two boys being sick and no sleep. I'm not much fun to live with right now. I am working on making that better. It would probably be nicer for the family if I was 'two sheets to the wind'... though that was a pun on doing sheets in the laundry and Ernesto. Wish me luck on my root canal and getting ready. Not enough hours in the day and not enough sleep. Luckily Tater is feeling better... we just got to get Tot better.

See ya tomorrow if I have power!

For Michelle

Just because I know how hard it can be doing the same thing day in and day out... with ZERO reward.

There is an interesting article on an internal combustion engine for cars. It may double the gas milage of the car you have today.

And a quote from an article on Ethanol caught my attention:

Because while the demand for fuel ethanol could wane if the automotive industry embraces other technology, "the demand for liquor and mouthwashes and cough syrups will always be there," said Hans van Leeuwen, a civil, construction and environmental engineering professor who is working with Koziel on the project.

Zarf poetry

There are reasons why sisters have different talents. Mine is math and as far away from English as you can imagine. But when Tink put out a word for the week... I just couldn't resist this little bit of poetry:

While holding my Zarf
I had to barf
I didn't want to get it on my shirt
Nor my pretty new skirt
So in the Zarf
Went my barf

Thank you, thank you, thank you for the applause. I knew you would love it. Yaa.. you can go over and leave your own post or comment on Zarf.

And if this has some resemblence to Sissy's Word of the Week from many many months ago (ie her last word was Oct 2005)... it's my fault. I didn't tell Tink about it. It is different in that Tink has much stranger words. That and I forgot about Sissy's WOTW until I recently went to her site and read her post on Scrabble (and that was AFTER Tink posted her Word).

ER Visits and Phone Calls

Needless to say, it has been a long weekend. Tater came down with that cold Friday, Tot got it Saturday. Sunday he was doing the 'croupy' cough. Ugh. By 8:30pm last night, I had enough. Nothing was working to help that poor boy. He kept crying and coughing and his nose just would not clear up. Off to the ER. I'm exhausted and really didn't want to go. But knew if I didn't go then, I would be going at 1am.

On the way, I called Bou. I needed a pep talk. She was great. I was able to brag about my hubby... he was great this weekend at helping me. And in trying to remember the good things.

Got to the ER... the good news... blood oxygen was excellent, no noise in his lungs... everything I did helped. Bad news... he has an ear infection. Ended up having to take a long trip to a 24 hour pharmacy. I wanted to start his antibiotics last night. I can't handle two more days of no sleep. One yes, two... would be pushing it.

On the way home from the pharmacy, I realized it was 'early' enough that my mom would still be awake. 11pm my time, is 10pm her time. I called. Not realizing I would probably give her a heart attack calling that late and she has caller id. Oops. Everything got cleared up and we talked about the storm Ernesto. Ahhh... the fun never stops.

Oh... posting will be light the next couple of days. I had stories, but I do not remember one of them. Sigh.

For Oddybobo

Needed a little humor this morning... Saw this picture and new the perfect answer. Oddybobo is always putting out pictures for 'White Trash Wednesdays'... and I got this picture in an email... I just couldn't resist posting it for her. I just wish I knew where it came from so I could give appropriate credit for this 'Gas Grill'.

Apple Brownies

Tater likes a show called Zoom on PBS. One day, they made some recipe that I thought would be fun for the kids. But when I went to look for it, I found an Apple Brownies recipe instead. it calls for the boys to cut apples... ok, let's have a try...



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Both of them did surprisingly well at cutting the apples. And Tater did great at mixing all the ingredients. It looked delicious:



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Mom and Dad loved them. Tater and Tot took one bite and didn't eat any more. Ahhhh.. More for Mom and Dad. The boys had fun making it and we had fun eating it. The good life.

A B C ... D and E

Seems Debby is almost a goner but Ernesto is heading towards the Gulf... What? You haven't been paying attention to the Hurricane forcasters??? Soon they will be 'in your face'... if Ernesto actually makes it to the Gulf. Only 2 1/2 months to go... what are the opening bids on the letter we will get to this year? Do I hear M?

UPDATE: I woke up this moring to see that Ernesto is now a hurricane. Ahhh... the fun begins.

The Head - part 2

When I look back at all my head injuries, I wonder how I survived to be an adult. Next on my list is when I was about 5 or 6 years old. I was riding my bike down the road and took a tumble. Got amnesia from it. Good thing Tink found me.

And what I remember most about it was for a short period of time I came out of the amnesia as my Mom was taking me to the hospital. I remember holding her hand, looking up at her and at the door to the hospital and asking "Why are we here?" and she told me I hurt my head. Then I don't remember anything else.

I just hope my kids are more coordinated than I have ever been. Oh.. and the baseball bat injury... I was in my teens. There are a few more in between.

Tater Has A Cold

the first week of school is over and Tater has come down with a cold. Long night. Had a post, can't find it. Later...

Tater to the Rescue

Tot only goes to school on Mondays and Wednesdays. Tater goes Monday thru Friday. On Tuesday morning, we went to the calendar and talked about the day. Tater and I told Tot how only Tater had school. It became time to go to school and off to load up the van. Hmmm... Tot was missing. After much screaming, kicking and running away... I got Tot in the van.

On the way to school, Tot was crying. Tater, being a good big brother, told Tot to stop crying... Tot was going to get to stay with Mom and go to the Big Park. A few cuss words went through my mind but no good way to shut Tater up. After he repeated it twice, Tot stopped crying. In fact, the rest of the way to school all I heard about was the Big Park. There was not enough time for me to go to the Big Park but I knew I was going to have to do something. I ended up going to the 'small park' for a short period of time.

I think Tater was sweet thinking about his brother, but I could have screamed when he made a commitment that I couldn't keep. I talked to him before we left on Thursday and made sure he understood that I would N.O.T be taking Tot to a park.

The Ants Go Marching One by One

It seems the ants inside the house are gone. Now we have them marching down our sidewalk. Click any picture to enlarge.

See them in the crack? Smart Ants.



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And now they are walking down the edge...



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For some reason they don't seem to like the Amdro I put out. They are not eating it. Guess I may have to pay the money to have the house bug guy take care of the outside ants. Otherwise Tot is going to end up with a hundred ant bites on his legs. Tot has a fascination with them and will stand barefoot right in their line of movement. Tot sure has been keeping me busy this week.

Skort? What's a Skort?

Getting Tater's outfits ready for school I realized I was short on shorts. I needed at least 3 or 4 more nice looking pair of shorts. What I didn't realize that even in Florida with a Heat Index of 102... they put all the shorts away and get out 'fall clothing'. Seriously. We went to Kid's Gap, Sears, Target, Toys 'R Us... and walked away with 2 pair of shorts. It sucked.

Then again, I ended up laughing at myself before it was over with... I must remember that I don't shop that much for boys. I have gotten many hand-me-downs from Bou and haven't had to shop. Thank goodness.

I was jumping up and down for joy when I finally found a pair of 'uniform' shorts at Kid's Gap. Literally. Must have looked crazy. I ran and found Tater, told Hubby and off to the fitting room. Off with the shoes, the shorts and on with the new shorts. eeerrrttttt. Stop. These shorts didn't have a divider in the middle for 2 separate legs. Eeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkk. I picked up a skirt. Sigh. I took it off, held it up. Yep, it looked like shorts. Looked inside, and it was a skirt. I put a skirt on my son. Goodness. I really need to pay better attention. At which point, I got Tater dressed back in his clothes, put the skirt up and found Hubby and Tot. I told him what happened. We both laughed. Only me.

When the Dr Says "Timeout"

...you know you are in trouble.

I'm not the only one with Doctor visit blues... but I am the only one without an excuse. We got right in to see the doctor and yet my kids were like they had taken Terrible Two drugs. They were climbing on the chairs, trying to get behind the table, fighting over the stool. yaa... nightmare doubled. I threatened a timeout and they stopped... for about 2 minutes and then proceeded to try pushing each other off the stool. That is when the doctor stepped in and told them if they didn't stop, he would put them in a timeout. Sigh... Hard to listen to the doctor and watch two kids.

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

You've got to love this little girl. What a woman she'll make!

A teacher asked her class, "What do you want out of life?"

A little girl in the back row raised her hand and said, "All I want Out of life is four little animals, just like my Mom always says".

The teacher asked, "Really and what four little animals would that be?"

The little girl said, "A mink on my back, a jaguar in the garage, a tiger in the bed and a jacka$$ to pay for all of it."

The teacher fainted.

Two Years Old

UPDATE: I'm so sleep deprived this week, I didn't even see the post Sticks snuck in for me... I looked right at it and missed it... until just now. Sleep, dear precious sleep.

Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh my

or better yet

Posts and Tatertots and Humor, oh my

I totally forgot my blog is 2 years old... I probably wouldn't have even created this post, if I hadn't seen such a wonderful tribute over at Sticks' place.

Thank you Blogworld for making my life a little more sane, for adding new friends into my life, bringing back old friends and for caring.

2nd Blog Anniversary

Hi everyone. This is Sticks.

I hope my "Mom" doesn't get made at me for sneaking into her house without permission but she failed to mention a very special occasion, her 2nd Blog Anniversary was yesterday.

So, please everyone, help me Congratulate VWBug and thank her for our front row seats into the antics of Tater and Tot. There has never been a dull moment although there have been a whole lot of sleep deprived ones.

Congratulations. Here's to many more.

School Days...

Monday was the first day of preschool for my boys. Tater has been going since he was 2... no biggie for him, real biggie for mom. Tot is going for the first time. I tried him last year and he cried so much he barfed... and I kept getting called. I pulled him out. Try try again... Here are some pictures from the first day of school.

First is Tater in his new classroom (yaa that is Tot in the background):



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And here is Tot in his new classroom:



See that smile? Yaa... I kissed him and said goodbye... I got back "bye bye mom". The little sh.t. I love him and was very proud of him.

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Now the picture of when school was over:



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Tater had a great time. Tot... so so. When they opened the door, they asked for Tot's mom first. Usually you go in order that you are in line. Sigh. Tot had been crying. She said he did really well until they switched activities and then at the very end. I am still very proud of both of them. Now I can get some rest...

Hard Boiled Eggs

Just checking my keyword activity (to see how people are getting to my blog through searches... making sure I don't get too many Big Crunchy Butt ones) and saw an entry for how long does a hard boiled egg last. This was due to my post on eating an old Easter egg... and I was always told to boil any eggs before a hurricane because they would last longer than raw eggs... and this is what else I saw when I did the same search:

Why do hard-boiled eggs spoil faster than raw eggs?
A hen puts a protective coating (called the bloom) on the egg as she lays it. The bloom keeps contaminants from entering pores in the shell (eggshells have up to 17,000 pores). Processing plants wash the eggs and coat them with mineral oil to replace the bloom. This protective coating is removed when you wash or boil the egg.

Then I saw this post:

Hard-boiled eggs should be kept in the refrigerator and eaten within 5 days.

eggIf you leave hard boiled eggs in the fridge any longer than this and the salmonella risk starts to rise very quickly.

The reason hard boiled eggs dont last as long as raw eggs is that in cooking the eggs, a natural protective chemical layer (produced by the mother hen) is washed off the porous eggshell, allowing germs to enter.

One the subject of eggs, here is the definitive guide to...

Interesting...

A Quickie

Been a busy weekend, got a couple of stories... not enough time to post them yet... of course being unable to log into mu.nu and power failures helped. GRIN... here is something you haven't seen in a while:



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Baseball Bats

Every weekend, I'm going to try and tell family stories. You know the ones... that get passed down thru the generations... I'm trying to get my mom to write up some about her... like her pet skunk, pet chicken, how she wasn't allowed in the kitchen and the first chicken she cooked on her own... yaaa... I have lots of material... but today it will be about me.

I was asked to play softball with a friend, they were short one person. I could catch, but was pretty lousy at hitting and throwing. Oh, I could hit... usually a grounder to the pitcher... and I could throw as far as first base to home or second. That was my limit. But when you are short a person, just about anyone will do...

My mom made me promise not to play catcher. Any position but catcher. My friend D heard her and we both said ok. Off to the game. The team was practicing while waiting for the other team to show up. I was going to play first base. I could catch a ball thrown to me and that was the only position they figured would work for me since I couldn't play catcher. Whatever. But we also took turns at bat while we were waiting. Yaa... you are figuring this out...

It was the catcher's turn to bat. I was asked to catch while she batted. Uhhhhh... ok. The pitcher threw a grounder... and I bent forward over the plate to get it... I didn't think it was going to roll all the way to me. And the batter decided to 'golf' it at the same time. Yaa.... my head became the golf ball. Knocked me out cold.

Can you say I really didn't want my mom to know what happened? After all the warnings. After saying I wouldn't play catcher. Ohhhh boyyy...

I just hope my kids listen better than I did. ;-)

Tink's Birthday Wishes

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you, Sister,
Happy Birthday to you!!!



Note: Thanks to PartyPro.com for this gravestone.

And a special thanks to Luis Royo for this 'Black Tinkerbell'... perfect for a 50th Birthday...



And just to make it a little more fun... enjoy this blow up toy... Click on 'More Pawprints' to see it...

Time to Start Again

This morning I pushed the garage door opener and the chain broke. Right next to my van. I forgot to do the last load of laundry yesterday... it was my hubby's jeans and some towels. One guess as to what he wanted to wear this morning? I got 2 hours sleep last night and I have to be able to function today. Someone send that Culligan man my way... please.

UPDATE: I did.not.drop the camcorder in the swimming pool. Life just got better... considering I had found out just moments before I was wearing my underwear inside out. Yaa... I was a nervous nellie... holding on to the camcorder for all my life. Then I saw some funky little mountain looking thingie in the viewer... Sigh... I got home and took a look ... phew... it came out just fine.

UPDATE #2: This sucks royally... I mailed Tink's gift to the wrong zip code. Yaa... I just got a hold of UPS... there is nothing I can do until it reaches it's destination in Ft. Walton... She might get it tomorrow or she might not...

Ohhhhh... and did I mention that her birthday is really Saturday? yaa... I can't even get the f'in day right. Touch Tough T.tties. I'm celebrating it tomorrow.

Update #3: I can't even spell Tough correctly... long long day.

Definition of Life

The property or quality that distinguishes living organisms from dead organisms and inanimate matter, manifested in functions such as metabolism, growth, reproduction, and response to stimuli or adaptation to the environment originating from within the organism.

Hmmmm... If I do not respond to stimuli nor adapt... does that mean I'm dead? I certainly feel that way right now. Too much happening. Overload folks. Hence, I'm posting some pictures that make me smile... I took them last week and they were being heavenly.



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Crunchy Big Butts

Caught your attention? Caught mine when I was reading a Discovery news post.

The first loud crackle tastes and feels like popcorn, but by the time the juices spray wildly in your mouth and the filament-like legs slide down your throat, there's no mistaking this toasted ant queen.

Yaa... that just about made me barf... then I read this:

"In France, they're so highly regarded people started calling them the caviar of Santander," said Stephane Le Tirant, curator at the Montreal Insectarium.

Ok... I guess I'm just not 'classy' enough. I can't imagine eating chocolate covered big butt queen ants.

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Click picture to enlarge it.

More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

An oldie but goodie...

A minister concluded that his church was getting into serious financial trouble. While checking the church storeroom, he discovered several cartons of new bibles that had never been opened and distributed. So at his Sunday sermon, he asked for three volunteers from the congregation who would be willing to sell the bibles door-to-door for $10 each to raise the desperately needed money for the church. Peter, Paul and Louie all raised their hands to volunteer for the task.

The minister knew that Peter and Paul earned their living as salesmen and were likely capable of selling some bibles But he had serious doubts about Louie who was a local farmer, who had always kept to himself because he was embarrassed by his speech impediment. Poor Louie stuttered badly. But, not wanting to discourage Louie, the minister decided to let him try anyway. He sent the three of them away with the back seat of their cars stacked with bibles. He asked them to meet with him and report the results of their door-to-door selling efforts the following Sunday.

Anxious to find out how successful they were, the minister immediately asked Peter, "Well, Peter, how did you make out selling our bibles last week?". Proudly handing the reverend an envelope, Peter replied, "Using my sales prowess, I was able to sell 20 bibles, and here's the $200 I collected on behalf of the church." "Fine job, Peter!" the minister said, vigorously shaking his hand "You are indeed a fine salesman and the church is indebted to you."

Turning to Paul, "And Paul, how many bibles did you sell for the church last week?". Paul, smiling and sticking out his chest, confidently replied, "I am a professional salesman. I sold 28 bibles on behalf of the church, and here's $280 I collected." The minister responded, "That's absolutely splendid, Paul. You are truly a professional salesman and the church is also indebted to you."

Apprehensively, the minister turned to Louie and said, "And Louie, did you manage to sell any bibles last week?". Louie silently offered the minister a large envelope. The reverend opened it and counted the contents.

"What is this?" the minister exclaimed. "Louie, there's $3,200 in here! Are you suggesting that you sold 320 bibles for the church, door-to-door, in just one week?

Louie just nodded.

"That's impossible!" both Peter and Paul said in unison. "We are professional salesmen, yet you claim to have sold 10 times as many bibles as we could."

"Yes, this does seem unlikely," the minister agreed. "I think you'd better explain how you managed to accomplish this, Louie." Louie shrugged. "I-I re-re-really do-do-don't kn-kn-know f-f-f-for sh-sh-sh-sure," he stammered. Impatiently, Peter interrupted. "For crying out loud, Louie, just tell us what you said to them when they answered the door!"

"A-a-a-all I-I-I- s-s-said wa-wa-was," Louie replied, "w-w-w-w-would y-y-y-you l-l-l-like t-t-to b-b-b-buy th-th-th-this b-b-b-b-bible f-f-for t-t-ten b-b-b-bucks, o-o-or wo-wo-would yo-you j-j-j-just l-l-like m-m-me t-t-to st-st-stand h-h-here and r-r-r-read it t-t-to y-y-you?

Questioning Tink

Tink has an interview with Basil the first week of September. It turns out that Basil is having a contest for a DVD if you submit questions...

Here's the deal. All emails with questions submitted in August will get thrown into a hat (now I have to go buy a hat). At the end of August, I'll pick one email. Randomly. Actually, I'll count the number of emails submitted in August, then have Excel or something generate a random number from 1 to that number. Then that number email (counting from the top) will be the winner.

The prize? Well, the Catfish T-shirts are all reserved for another giveaway. So, we'll give away a DVD from Amazon.com. Which DVD? Well, I'll let the winner choose. As long as it's reasonable and in stock. I'll buy it and send it out to the winner.

How's that sound? Good old fashioned bribery.

Now add to that, I want to see how many questions my sister can get... It all started when one of her readers sent in 31 questions. I'm her sister and could only come up with SIX!!! How about you? Can you come up with imaginative and fun questions? Anything goes, but remember you are NOT anonymous. **snicker** Got to enjoy the old fashion pain in the rear love between sisters.

Seesaw Marjorie Daw

Seesaw Marjorie Daw

Pop spin us faster



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Because he couldn't spin any faster

Drugs and Mom

My dentist can attest to the fact that pain killers don't last long in my mouth. My sister tells a story about me and tranquilizers that don't last. Funny thing... I have a low tolerance for pain. But the drugs just don't seem to last. Not any of them. Benedryl, Pain pills, and the like. Sigh...

What about you? Do you take drugs and they work as they are suppose to?

Getting More Mature

Another 'big boy' hair cut...



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Of course, I still cut Tot's... sigh... poor boy

About Mom - Accidents and Illnesses

Saw that my sister had a post on accidents and illnesses. Which then prompted me to send a note to my mom on all my accidents and illnesses as a child. Might as well see what I'm going to look forward to with my boys...

• Seizures as a child, and I remember getting the EEGs for them.


• Fell off bike over the handlebars, hit my head and got amnesia


• Horse fell on leg and hurt knee


• Cut finger throwing glass under 'monkey' tree, still have the scar


• Played catcher and got hit in the head with a bat


• Car wreck in my very first car (which was a vw bug) and got amnesia

I notice there is a trend towards head injuries. Goodness... I hope my children don't do that. I also see the opportunity for some stories to be expanded upon and told here. It's amazing I survived childhood. Naaa... not the injuries, that my mom didn't kill me for all the stupid stuff I did.

What about you? Any accidents or illnesses when you were growing up?

Fly Boys

At the Naval Air Museum, the boys had a blast playing around. They have really made this museum kid friendly. Take a look for yourself:



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We had a blast.

Joke Telling

While on the phone with AWTM, Tater decided to tell a couple of jokes.

Tater: Mom, Mom, Mom... why did the car cross the sidewalk?
Mom: Why did the car cross the sidewalk?
Tater: Because he wanted to..

(Note: I had to ask Tater again this morning the answer to that joke. I had forgotten... I laughed again when I heard it, particularly when he added "Silly Mom" to the end of it.)

Tater: Mom, why did the chicken cross the road?
Mom: Why did the chicken cross the road? (Thinking I know the answer to this one...)
Tater: To get to the frog.

I had to burst out in laughter. Not exactly what I was expecting. Now you have some new twists on old jokes. Enjoy!

Visiting a Museum

We took a trip to a museum in Pensacola... the T. T. Wentworth, Jr. Florida State Museum (what a mouth full). Mammaw and I thought the discovery section was a little small, yet the kids had a great time...



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"Get in the boat Mammaw, Get in!"

More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

This is not humor, but a time waster... and it made me laugh. I did not do well on the parallel parking.

Safe Driving

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

New virus

There is a dangerous virus being passed electronically. This virus is called Worm-Overload-Recreational-Killer (WORK). If you receive WORK from any of your colleagues, your boss or anyone else via any means DO NOT TOUCH IT. This virus will wipe out your private life completely.

If you should come into contact with WORK, take two good friends to the nearest bar. Purchase the antidote known as Work-Isolator-Neutralizer-Extractor (WINE) or Bothersome-Employer-Eliminator-Rebooter (BEER). Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.

Dentist Time

Tater had his first dentist visit yesterday. Wow. This is one proud Momma. He did not go to a children's dentist. He went to my dentist. The sterile rooms, the white walls and all.

He sat down, she started lifting the chair and before it made it to the top, he had his mouth open and ready to have his teeth counted. Yaaaa.

The dentist checked his teeth, the hygienist counted them, and polished them. Tater was great. The hygienist was wonderful as well. She let him see and touch all the equipment before it went into his mouth. And let him hold and use the 'suction' when it was necessary.

And a huge THANKS goes to Bou and my dental office. Bou kindly let me bring my boys to see her Son#2 get his teeth cleaned last week and it was ok with the hygienist as well. Yaa, we go to the same dentist. She suggested I go to her dentist after I had some bad experiences.

She also brought Son#2 and Bones to be there with Tater when his teeth were getting cleaned. I was happy that she was a little late because Tater climbed up into the chair and got started without them. They arrived just in time. He was just starting to get nervous when they showed up. Suddenly it was fun again. So much fun that Tot was starting to yell "My Turn, my turn".

Yaa. I'm proud of my Tater. Great job son!

Tink's Asking For It

And I hope you are willing to give it to her. She is set up to have an interview with Basil some time in September. My life has nothing on hers. Then again that is likely because she is o.l.d.e.r. GRIN Go on... be brave... ask away... HERE is the link to Basil's post. Scroll down to the bottom and you'll have the instructions.

I've submitted my questions already. Oh yaa...

Jump For Joy

While we had the family together at Mammaw's, I got some action shots of Tot making a jump into 3 inches of water... (Click on picture to enlarge it and get a better view of Tot)



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What Did Sticks Do For A Living?

Much to my enjoyment, Sticks made it over to my mom's house for Tater's birthday party. She gave Tater a sticker book that included the equipment she use to drive around for a living (and still does occassionally). I couldn't resist this picture...

More Superman Pictures

Some more pictures of a cute boy (or two) showing off his custom that lights up!!!



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And we can't leave out Tot.



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School Lunches

Don't eat school lunches
-not even a lick.

This is just a sample of the Carnival of Recipes at Stick's place. Go on over and check it out HERE. Extraordinary humor and delicious recipes.

Excellent Read

Over at Charming, Just Charming, I found THIS LINK. A most excellent read.

Time to Brag

Since this is my 'memory' place, I want to remember this about Tater. This week during swim lessons he was floating, turned over on his own and swam to the side of the pool. 5 or 6 times. And once out of 5 tries he actually was able to pop up and breath. Usually he gets his nose out but not the mouth. He did exceptionally well and I'm very proud of him.

Remade Template

Hopefully, I have everyone back on my template. Take a look and see if you are there or not. Please leave a comment or send me an email if you are missing. Thanks!!!

And Bou... thanks for fixing my template to close out old comments when I was on vacation. It really did cut down on the spam.

Happy Birthday

I need a new brain. I wrote those posts last night and forgot about me. But this morning brought a BIG smile to my face. Tater woke up and hollared for me. When I got there, he stood up in bed, put his arms around me and wished me a happy birthday. What a nice way to start the day!

Update: Wonderous gifts from AWTM...

From Tammi, a nice bit of eye candy for the end of the day as well as some relaxing pictures.

Tink has a great gift... pictures of my boys.

And Pamibe, who shares my birthday, gives me a wonderful heart!

CalTechGirl remembered Pamibe and me!

Tag Down

"Mommy, tag down. Tag down! Tag down mommy!" is repeated every time a shirt is put on Tot. Even if the tag is already down. Another one of 'those items'. Then again, he is the son that closes doors behind him, picks up his toys and knows that you put your socks on first, then your shoes. Adorable but definitely a P.I.T.A. occassionally.

note: PITA is pain in the ar.se

Calendar Fun

Tater is really into calendars and figuring out which day is which. It took me a while, but I finally figured out how to translate some of his statements:

Tater says "Next week", Mom knows it means "Tomorrow".
Tater says "Dinner time", Mom knows it means either "time to eat in the morning, noon or night" depending on time of day it is mentioned. Yes, he knows breakfast, lunch and supper... not sure where this statement came from in his mind.

While at Mammaw's we created one with his birthday highlighted and our trip. He loved it. Every morning he ran to me and asked to put a sticker on it.



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I have another one done for the first 3 weeks of August. Not taking a picture of it because my artwork sucks lemons. You try drawing a picture to tell a kid it's time to go to the Barber.... oh #*&$() I just realized I could have drawn a Barber pole. Nope, not redoing it and I'm still not taking a picture.

Lightning Is Not My Friend

Rain, I can take it or leave it. Lightning is another issue. It probably wouldn't be an issue if I didn't lose power every few minutes when it was happening. I have lost power 3 times within the last hour. Very annoying. I decided to take a look and see what kind of lightning was hitting our area. Uhhhhh. No wonder I'm having a problem... take a look at what is going on in south Florida:



Yep... I got permission to use this picture and I was pleasantly surprised at how quick the response was. It is a really cool site. Go take a look if you want to understand what the colors mean in the strike zone.

Pool Time

Turns out that the average Heat Index while we were there was around 103 every day. Ugh. Great thing Aunt DDPuppy and Uncle G got the boys this pool. It was worth every penny... they loved it and used it every day we were there. Must see about going to get a little plastic pool for here...



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More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

MEN ARE LIKE HANDGUNS

keep one around long enough and you're gonna want to shoot it.

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Dear Friends,

This chain letter was started in hopes of bringing relief to other tired and discouraged women. Unlike most chain letters, this one does not cost anything.

Just send a copy of this letter to five of your female friends who are equally tired and discontented. Then bundle up the man in your life, send him to the woman whose name appears at the top of the following list, and then add your name to the bottom of the list.

When your turn comes, you will receive 15,625 men. One of them is bound to be better than the one you already have. At the writing of this letter, a friend of mine had already received 184 men, of whom one may be well worth keeping. An unmarried woman living with her widowed mother was able to choose between a Chippendale dancer and an Olympic swimmer.

You can be lucky, too, but DO NOT BREAK THE CHAIN! One woman broke the chain and got her own husband back!

So let's keep it going, ladies! Just add your name and address to the list below:

Laura Bush
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, D.C

**side note** BLHHHHHHH to those friends complaining I never have humor about our President.

The Plane Ride

Took a couple of pictures before we took off. It was a small plane. 2 seats on one side, one on the other and 17 rows total. Tot and I sat in the 2 seats side by side and Tater sat on other side. Using his cool booster seat from 'Auntie Bou'. I was ready to throw it away after we got to Pensacola. I had 2 kids, a stroller, a diaper bag, a backpack, a purse and a booster seat to get through security. Yaa.... Never again. But enough of the whining...



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Chris Graphics

Not a hurricane, but looks like we are going to get a ton of water....

Tropical Storm Chris