Do you ever drive along in your car and see something that is so outrageously perfect that you know you have to write about it on your blog? Do you ever spin the story around in your head, making sure you cover all of the finer points in minute detail?
Then get home, finish with all of your chores and things to do, and sit down at your computer. And then? The moment your rump hits the chair? The mind goes blank.
I am convinced that all of my brains are in my butt. This would explain alot of things.
It makes me afraid to blow my nose. What would I lose then?
Colonel Mustard, in the library, with a knife.
And that's all I have to say about that.
So I went out and picked up some lunch for today (to bring back and eat at my desk at work), and on the way there and back I thought of all of these witty things to write for a quick post when I returned. I was laughing at myself in the car, and I'm totally convinced the guards at the gate think I'm drunk or doing crack again, so they are probably now monitoring my behavior.
So I was eating my lunch and conversing with a blog friend via email, and went to log onto MT. And once the screen came up, my mind went blank. Now I'm cursing at myself because I'm telling you people, what I had to say was absolutely righteous!
I think it was the hamburger that did it. I'm convinced that eating beef causes memory loss. At least that's my theory and I'm sticking to it.
Oh, and I'm really not drunk.
I'm glad to see that Christina is suffering right along side me. It seems we have some budding talent on our hands. Well, I can only speak for myself as I have not heard her children sing, but I can well imagine it sounds about the same. And quite often, that is LOUD.
People, I am stupid. At times, I'm overcome with moronic tendencies, but my psychiatrist said that with time, and a full frontal lobotamy, that may pass.
Back to the point. The Karaoke machine. I had only the best of intentions when I bought it for them for Christmas. My eldest is in chorus, and she actually does have a pretty decent voice, or so I've been told. My youngest loves to emulate anything her sister does, so she belts out these songs with a passion (You should hear her sing "Feelings" with Babs. It brings a tear to this old woman's heart I'm telling you, though that may be due to pain.). Of course, the words are from some different form of vocabulary, that until I had children, I'd never been exposed to.
It's difficult not to smile when they want to put on a show for you. Especially when it involves them singing things like "Bad, Bad, LeRoy Brown," "Cornbread and Chicken," or "Rock around the Clock Tonight." The possiblities are endless. My only fault, other than buying the machine in the first place, was to by a rather large abount of Karaoke CDs to go with it.
Well, as Christina says, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. I think I'll try my hand and Brittney Spears.
Oops I did it again.
Ok. I believe that whatever was left of my mind, which wasn't much, went to Las Vegas for the holidays and left me behind.
My husband is working today. The house needs to be cleaned. There are loads of laundry calling my name. But I am bored. So I decided to take the girls to McDonald's for a treat, and let them play at Playland. It's a beatiful day here and I didn't want to waste it doing housework. Some schedules are meant to be broken, know what I mean? Mom, if you are reading this, I really am not procrastinating. I just want some quality time with the girls, honest.
Well, two kids turned into 4. Two 10 year olds, a 6 year old and a 4 year old. I'm still not sure how that happened. It's all kind of a blur.
No, I'm not talking about me. That would have to be titled something like "The Center of Gravity Begins at the Hips," or some such.
My 10 year old (Moobear) has never been one that was vertically challenged. At 10, she is 5'1", and wears a size 8 1/2 WOMAN'S shoe. Yes, you read it right the first time. I'm telling you, this child is all legs. They go from here to China. And she is slim, but muscular. 12 (children's) are too small for her yet when I go to 14's, the length is there, but they are too snug. Moving on up to 1 juniors, presents a different problem. While they fit her everywhere else, they are a bit too long.