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April 23, 2009

How To Study Like a 16 Year Old Boy.

How To Study For a Test.
Like a 16 year old boy.

1.) Walk into the house and loudly announce "I have a BIG test tomorrow. I will be studying all evening. No time for chores."

2.) Stomp loudly when you are walking to the door to feed the animals because your horrible mother told you to do the chores anyway.
**Be sure to mutter something about it being her fault if you fail the test, can't get into a good college, can't get a good job to make money, and HER grandchildren have to live under a bridge, before you close the door.**

3.) Come in from doing your chores, plop down on the couch and flip on the TV.

4.) Practice your deep breathing so you can perform the worlds longest & loudest sigh when your wicked mother reminds you that you said you needed to study.

5.) Gather up your books and go into your room and sit at your desk to study.

6.) Go into the kitchen to get a drink.

7.) Return to your desk to study.

8.) Go to the bathroom and stay in there for 112 minutes doing God-knows-what.

9.) Return to your desk to study.

10.) Decide it is too quiet and turn on the radio.

11.) Go into the kitchen to get another drink.

12.) Return to your desk to study .

13.) Open your notebook to find a note from your girlfriend, read it 7 times and smell it 16 times.

14.) Go to the bathroom and stay in there for 73 minutes doing God-knows-what.

15.) Return to your desk to study.

16.) Flip through all 97 radio stations looking for one that is playing a song you like.

17.) Preform an amazing air guitar solo and bow to your invisible fans.

18.) Dig in your backpack looking for a pencil.

19.) Go into your brothers room to ask to borrow a pencil.

20.) Put your brother into a sleeper hold and make a bet that he can't get loose from your Grip-of-Death before passing out, squeeze him so hard that he farts.
Run out of his room before the cloud of gas kills you, making sure to knock at least two pictures off of the wall in the hallway as you fly by.

21.) Return to your desk to study.

22.) Open your text book.

23.) Go to the dining room and eat dinner... twice.

24.) Return to your desk to study.

25.) Announce that your eyes are getting tired, and hop into the shower.

26.) Return to your desk to study.

27.) Go into the kitchen for a drink.

28.) Return to your desk to study.

29.) Text your girlfriend 62 text messages.

30.) Play the drums along with your favorite song on the radio using the 2 pencils you stole from your btother for drum sticks.

31.) Turn off the light and go to sleep.

I wonder how they'll do on the test tomorrow??
I'll keep ya posted.

April 15, 2009

Things I would have appreciated someone telling me before I had 5 kids, but of course, no one bothered to tell me!

When a woman announces that she is "with child" she becomes a magnet for information and advice.

Her mother tells her about the way she felt when she was pregnant.
Her friends give her all their helpful tips for combating morning sickness.
They tell her where to find the cutest maternity clothes.

When she starts to look pregnant, even strangers begin to share their knowledge with her.
Women in the grocery store checkout line suddenly feel comfortable sharing intimate details about their bodies.

The mom-to-be hears the pros and cons of breastfeeding, vaccines, organic baby foods, TUMS, the OB departments of all the local hospitals & how to avoid the dreaded stretch marks.

But there are many things that no one bothers to tell you!
Things that it would be really REALLY nice to know!
It's kind of like some sick initiation into some super-secret sorority.. It's HAZING! And I'm pretty sure Congress outlawed hazing for a reason!

Today, I am going to break the silence!
I'm gonna fill you in.. on everything.... the good, the bad & the horrifying!

Let's dig right in and address hemorrhoids.
Yep, hemorrhoids. Those little floppy hunks of flesh that suddenly appear "down there".
When they are "little" and "floppy" they are little more than a funny little thing to make you go ewwh.
It's when they become PISSED that they can make you squirm and long to shove an ice cube into your butt. (sorry.. but it's true!)

Oh... and make note... they will be with you for life!
Yep, for the rest of your life they will pop in to say HI!
Kinda like your annoying Uncle Buck who stops by twice a year to visit.
The one that stays too long and feeds your dog table scraps that make him puke all over your bed?
THAT Uncle Buck! From this point forward, he will be known as Uncle Hemorrhoid.

Breast Feeding when you have a sweet baby who, for some reason, acts like your soft milk-filled breasts are from the devil, it does NOT mean your baby hates you.

I had one baby who absolutely refused to breastfeed.
We tried lactation consultants, silicone nipple guards, different positions, NOTHING worked!
We ended up bottle-feeding him.
He still loved me. And, after hours of sobbing, I got over it and we bonded just fine.
Many women have a baby who just don't like the boob... deal with it, and get on with your life. It'll be ok!! Your baby still loves you!

Hairs, for some reason (maybe the crazy-whacked-out hormones) I sprouted 13 hairs.
Thick BLACK hairs...
ON MY BOOBS!!!
Thats all I'm gonna say about it!

Squirting, When you carry another whole person around in your gut, things stretch.
Not just your once perfect belly skin.
But muscles stretch too!
Not only your abdominal muscles.
But the often ignored but VERY important bladder muscles do too!

My youngest is now 5 and a half years old, and I STILL have to do the "Slam-your-knees-together-when-you-sneeze-so-you-don't-squirt" maneuver.
Kegel exercises help, But not enough. It gets worse after each baby.
So, by now, I should be wearing Depends.

Now...
all this withstanding. I loved being pregnant.
I love being a mom (most days).
None of these things are a deal breaker.
But it would have been appreciated if someone would have prepared me!!

You are now prepared!
Go forth and populate the world!
You can thank me later.

October 14, 2008

Not very nice.

I used to think I was a nice person.
Most people like me.
I can get along with most anyone.
I am pretty non-judgmental.
I love children.
I love animals.

I sound like a pretty damn nice person right?

Well...
I was sitting in the Mall the other day letting my youngest fruit from my loins ride up and down the escalator 700 times, people watching.
I love people watching...
People are fun to watch.
My thoughts sounded something like this....

Oooh she has cute boots on! I want some boots like that!
But my stupid calves are way too fat to pull em off... the skinny hag!

Oh my... those children are homely. Have you noticed how ugly children are getting? I am lucky my children are not that ugly.....
it's all a game of numbers, more ugly children = more ugly adults.
Those ugly adults will breed then well just be the country full of people who look like extras from that Deliverance movie!! Oh dear!

I wonder if that poor woman knows that those short belly-button showing tank tops are NOT made for people with bodies like ours?

If my daughter went out of the house looking like that I'd KILL her!!.. well, I'd smack her silly, THEN kill her.

I bet he beats his wife.

Pull up your pants!

Wow that perfume is strong.... smells like a whore house!

Too much make-up.

Pluck your eyebrows darling.

etc etc etc

Now..... Keep in mind that I am fully aware that I am nowhere near perfect....
And yet, I found myself internally thrashing these people while they walked by.

I am not that nice of a person....
But you don't know that!

are you?

September 25, 2008

Hi from the Time-Out Chair!

I am a wife.
I am a mom.
I am a daughter.
I am a sister.
I am a friend.
I am a blogger.

I am, quite frankly, kind of sick of doing what I "should".
Saying things the way I "should".
Leading by example.
And all that crap that comes with being a good wife and a good mother.

I miss the kinda raunchy girl-talk that I used to have with my girlfriends.
You know the talks I speak of....
you say whats on your mind,
giving NO thought to little ears listening in,
not a care of what others may think,
just letting it all hang out..
pretty or not.

In this blog, I will be speaking from my Time-Out Chair.
I can say what I want HOW I want!
I am NOT a role model here!
I am NOT teaching you anything.
I am NOT gonna bite my tongue.
Like it? Hate it? Whatever!
For Once....
I DON'T CARE!!

hehe... this should be fun!
Kick your shoes off and enjoy the ride!