. . . I've been told that I write novels for email messages. Perhaps this is the way to go. I'll try to make each entry, or Gemstone, a "precious" one. On mediocre days, all I might be able to produce is a "semi-precious" entry. In any case, an entry might be a "neat" Gemstone--something that is uniquely mine.

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Saturday, May 30, 2009

Always Worth a Chuckle

There is a website that I love to visit that is owned by a mother with three boys.  She calls herself "Queen Linda" and her Blog is called "It's Good to be the Queen." She blogs about her life as the only female presence in her household and writes a weekly address to the other "Queens" of all-male homes.

For her Mother's Day blog entry, she writes, "Since we have more testosterone in our homes than an NFL locker room, I, with your help, have composed this for our special day."  Here is her list:

Moms of Boys Know That Their Sons Will:

Peddle off the roof on their BMX bikes into the swimming pool.


Never know where their other shoe is.


Whip off their pull up, throw it to the ceiling and dance in a shower of diaper gel pellets.


Be able to tell which brother farted by the smell alone.


Wipe boogers on the wall, paint with poo during their artistic brown period and extend their budding magic marker tattoo talents to the dog.


Start a phone call with, “Hey Mom. I’m okay but...” which will later make your car insurance go sky high because “That curb came out of nowhere!”


Play a game consisting of setting mouse traps on a chair and then sitting on them.  Whoever remains the most stoic wins.


Light their farts not realizing they are in the beginning throws of puberty resulting in an unfortunate hair singeing incident. They will then wear their bathrobe to the ER.


Have a contest to see how accurate their aim is by peeing into a cereal box set up in the driveway.


Leave crayons, army men, trading cards, coins, bugs and the occasional snotty kleenex in their pockets so you can find them in the dryer lint trap.


Have phone calls with their friends using only monosyllables and grunts.


Insist on wearing their super hero costume for weeks, never change socks and practice the sniff-and-wear approach to dressing.


Poop in the display potty at Home Depot.


Decorate the kitchen floor with peanut butter, BBQ sauce and honey.


Cut their own hair with safety scissors.


Put playdoh in their diapers.


Pee anytime, anywhere; on the doctor in the delivery, room, in front of church, on the baseball field, in the bathroom trash can, in potted plants...


Proclaim it loudly when they notice that someone has a big butt, is a dwarf or an amputee.


Never learn how to put clothes away, replace a roll of toilet paper or throw out empty boxes of snacks.


Text you when you’re in the same room.


Wad up lengths of toilet paper into a loose cannonball, place them in an upended hand dryer nozzle and hit the button.


Place beenie babies on the blades of the ceiling fan and then turn it on high.


Always - ALWAYS - Love you forever.



I've shared many of these experiences and can only laugh.  Luckily, my boys haven't tried a lot of things on her list and I definitely won't show it to them so that they don't get any ideas!

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Neat

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Why I Ban Anything Denis Leary....

The whole quote can be found here on 
this page, which has gotten me so ticked off that I could just puke.  Here's what Mr. Leary said in his new book:  Why We Suck: A Feel-Good Guide to Staying Fat, Loud, Lazy and Stupid.
"There is a huge boom in autism right now because inattentive mothers and competitive dads want an explanation for why their dumb-ass kids can't compete academically, so they throw money into the happy laps of shrinks . . . to get back diagnoses that help explain away the deficiencies of their junior morons. I don't give a [bleep] what these crackerjack whack jobs tell you - yer kid is NOT autistic. He's just stupid. Or lazy. Or both."
This reminds me of the radio host Michael Savage, who said that autism is a fraud and a racket last summer.  He also said, "I'll tell you what autism is.  In 99% of the cases, it's a brat who hasn't been told to cut the act out."  Any parent, teacher, or adult who knows a child with autism will definitely tell you otherwise!

Speaking of autism, it really irked me last night while listening to the debate that McCain brought up the subject of special needs children, specifically those with autism.  And saying that Sarah Palin is qualified to be his running mate because she identifies with parents of children with autism.  But her special needs child does not have autism--he has Down's Syndrome! One site I've been reading blogs on lately is Science Blogs.  There's an article HERE about the whole debate and autism reference.  I'm sorry, but America needs someone with quite a few more qualifications than what she has.

Okay.  That's my soap box speech....I'm getting off both the soap box and the computer for the day.