You Son Of A Bi@tch

I don't care if we are in a drought and you need water. I don't care if my home is cool in temperature. I don't care that you just need a place to call 'home'. You are not welcome. From what I know about you, you can live through a nuclear fallout. So you should be able to survive mother nature's elements.

Stay out of my house you nasty bastard. Mr. Terminix will be here shortly, removing any welcome mats you think might exist.

P.S. My lil B is well on her way to not liking you either. She knows to do the coocaracha dance and scream for daddy. I have taught her well.

I Love You

"Lov you too" and she sleeps peacefully - with no tears - in her big girl bed.

Oh Shit

This is what my child now says when I slam on the brakes in the car. Hubby has always joked that as long as curse words are used in the right context and said at the right time, it would be acceptable. I am not so sure about this now. Although my brother who experienced it first hand tonight thinks it is classic, I am a little concerned.

Oh shit...where was I going with this post...

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

While shopping for Buddha's birthday gift at Toys' R Us today, I realized I love buying little boy stuff. (Hell, I LOVE buying toys.) I couldn't decide which vehicle I liked more, which he would cherish more, or which was more durable for a 2 year old. I also came to the realization that shopping for a boy is just as difficult as shopping for a girl. I initially thought I could pick up a truck and go. Ha! Naive I was. After narrowing my decision down to still several, I decided to go with them all. I will let Random Mommy worry about where she will put these ENORMOUS things. ;)

Christmas this year is going to be so much fun!

Bourne Believer

Move over 007, this is a Jason Bourne generation. I am now a loyal Bourne lover and follower.

If only I could add a music clip to this post. It would be 'that' song.

Go see the movie.

700+

That is how many channels we have. It is also the number of channels with nothing on worth watching.

RSVP: HELL NO

The audacity. You have never invited me to your home. Never asked if our kids could get together and play. Not once called and invited me to lunch. Yet month after month, I get an invitation to one of your 'social parties' that requires me to buy something. At these parties, I know you earn points that in turn leads to free gifts for you. Has my lack of attendance not been obvious enough? And I will not even begin to mention all of the perks you have already received because you are associated with this family. You will not exploit me. So the answer to your invitation - yet again - is:

HELL TO THE F'ing NO!