When to Start Cussing

My friend sent this to me and I found it quite funny:

A 6 year old and 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom.
'You know what?' says the 6 year old.

'I think it's about time we started cussing.' The 4 year old nods his head in approval.

The 6 year old continues, 'When we go downstairs for breakfast. I'm gonna say something with hell & you say something with ass.' The 4year old agrees with enthusiasm.

Then the mother walks into the kitchen.

She asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, 'Aw, hell, Mom, guess I'll have some Cheerios.'

WHACK!! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step.

His mom locks him in his room and shouts, 'You can stay there until I let you out!'

She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice,

' What do YOU want for breakfast,young man?'

'I don't know', he blubbers, 'but you can bet your fat ass it won't be Cheerios!'

It's Worth the Investment

You may not not know this yet, but tape can be a worthwhile investment for your family. Yes, just regular scotch tape. Not only is it good for wrapping packages, gifts, paper, etc., but it also is a fantastic tool of entertainment for children of all ages. It can occupy a child for up to 1 hour, possibly longer if you allow. I give a roll of scotch tape to my son, who is almost 5, and he will use it until it runs out. My limit is one roll of tape per occasion. He loves it!

This time he (and his little friend who now thinks I rock) made spider webs, this one on the back of the front door:

This one is between the couch and the chair:

I don't this one was intended for a web, but possibly a baby sister barrier?? You decide:

This is one is on one of Daddy's 'coffee table books' of which he so proudly displays in our home. It usually has kid crap stacked on top of it. This one also has some of the fake ficus tree clippings taped together. Big Brother explained that it was a home for his Bakugan balls:(Daddy will have a fit when he reads this post and sees his precious book with tape on it--no worries, it came off and all is safe.)

And if that's not enough entertainment for your child, he or she can always use his sibling as a means of transportation for some toys to be moved from the living room to the bedroom:

And now I'm off to get ready for the season premiere of Grey's Anatomy. Let the McDreamy drooling commence!

I am a dork

I'll admit it. I'm a dork. I stress and perseverate on the weirdest things. Okay, so maybe they aren't weird, but they definitely aren't life-threatening or life-altering situations. Here's an example of what I'm talking about: it's our daughter's first birthday next month. I'm already fixated on the 'perfect' birthday invitation.

Will we be having a big shin-dig? No.
Will we be inviting everybody and their brother? No. (Not yet--hee hee)

But I'm ALL ABOUT the invite. I have issues. I love paper. So, at times like this I get literally giddy about getting to pick out invites, announcements, Christmas cards, etc. ( I also love address labels/stickers, notecards, wrapping paper...) I am on the hunt for the perfect 1st Birthday Party invitation for Miss Bug. I don't want it all foo-foo. We aren't foo-foo people. I don't want princesses, tiaras, castles, and blush and bashful everywhere. But I do want cute. I want it to fit her personality (or mine--plaid of course--just kidding--not really). I'm thinking about going to my favorite little shop on the Island to look at their stationery. I usually buy their card stock and print it myself. It's SO much cheaper to print it at home. (The whole 'lining it up just perfect and centered and matching font is a whole 'nother post.) I found Miss Bug's birth announcements there. I also found Big Brother's previous birthday party invites there. Of course I also have to try to think up some cute and catchy phrase to go with the invite. That about puts me over the edge, but I have a friend MixMingleGlow who sometimes helps me out. She is THE master party planner. The pictures from her kids parties are INCREDIBLE and make me want to be 7 again just to have her plan my party. Seriously.


I also have other things I'm picky about like this though. I'm wondering if you guys do too? What are you so so so selective about? For example, I'm also picky about bedspreads/comforters. I bought a comforter for Big Brother and wasn't 100% satisfied with it. Did it last? Not so much. It was cute for that 'time' but as he got older he just outgrew it. I did trains. This time I picked a seersucker. I like the seersucker because I feel it is more timeless. You know? I'm also like that about photographs...........and what to dress my kids in for them. It's school picture time for Big Brother and his little private Pre-K has an awesome photographer come in who I probably wouldn't afford on a regular basis, so I take advantage when he comes to their school. Last year Big Brother's pictures were awesome. Of course he wore a blue Polo. What will he wear this year? The typical white Polo? The red Polo? blah blah blah. And you think I have good enough shopping to just go and pick up something cute? Not so much. What to do? What to do? That will consume a few moments of my time until I realize I don't have time to fester on this crap and just pick something out. I'm a mom of two now, not one! And you KNOW if I pick out a nice white crisp shirt that it will be all nasty by picture time. Unless I turn into that high-maintenance mom-you know the one--who brings the shirt on the hanger and has the teacher put it on the child right before pictures and then take it off right after? That may be me....


So, this is officially a rambling blog from the Plaid Girl. I just am realizing this is why I don't post when I'm tired. Because I risk the chance of boring my girlfriends!

In conclusion, what random silly stuff do you become consumed with when you know it's doesn't really matter? And do you have a new cute shirt for my boy for school pictures?

The Hubby

I copied this Meme from Ladybug's Picnic. Feel free to use it......Just thought I'd do it for the heck of it. And by the way, Clemsongirl thinks I should call him Mr. GPS because he was better with directions than we were and Clemsongirl LIVES in the area! (Love you, Girl!)

About the Hubby:

1. He's sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen? ESPN usually for football, or Versus (which used to be OLN-Outdoor Life Network) for cycling, or Food Network!

2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad? Ranch, if he even orders a salad

3. What's one food he doesn't like? not sure what he fears more--mushrooms or broccoli

4. You go out to the bar. What does he order? Dos Equis possibly, or some type of non-domestic beer; if with dinner, then maybe a red wine

5. Where did he go to high school? A private school in Chattanooga

6. What size shoe does he wear? 11 or 12 depending on the shoe

7. If he was to collect anything, what would it be? bike magazines...and he DOES collect them or he just CAN'T LET GO of them!

8. What is his favorite type of sandwich? Tuna fish from Manhattan Subs

9. What would this person eat every day if he could? Probably wings

10. What is his favorite cereal? Granola or Grape Nuts...but he puts them in yogurt!

11. What would he never wear? Plaid shorts, the patchwork or madras kind---of which I'd love you know!

12. What is his favorite sports team? Tennessee Volunteers (and does Lance Armstrong count as a team? )

13. Who will he vote for? Not sure yet...........I think he's on the fence

14. Who is his best friend? a guy from High School who he also went to college with

15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn't do? let the inside of my car get dirty (which is super hard with 2 little ones in there!!!), yell through the house

16. How many states has he lived in? Tennessee, Alabama, Colorado, Georgia-4 :)

17. What is his heritage? Irish & German

18. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake? cheesecake

19. Did he play sports in high school? Soccer, Track, possibly Football

20. What could he spend hours doing? cycling, reading cycling magazines, watching DVDs of previous Tour De Frances, working on his bicycles, you get the idea. And he likes to hang with us ,too...

Happy 11 Months Little One

I cannot believe she is almost one year old. Just. Can't. Believe. It. Does this mean that when/if you have more kids that the time goes even faster? Because if so, I think my head would be spinning!

An Few Tidbits About Miss Bug

She is an absolute joy (when she's not knocking over the humongous ficus tree in the living room or taking her big brother's cars from him -pure evidence in this pic),

and so sweet (when she's not yelling for more diced pears from her high chair with her 3 teeth),

and makes us smile (when she is crawling all around looking for lint or dog hair to stick directly into her mouth). You can see in this pic she had been chewing on her sock and got lint on her tongue:


Then we have her brother who thanked God for The Transformers Movie during his nightly prayers (of which he is not allowed to watch because it is rated PG13!).



And I wonder why I don't have much time to post or comment lately?!!!

Honestly...

This was taped on my mailbox today: Honest as the day is long..........
Well, hot damn!

And you might have wondered why I want to move?

I swear, I couldn't make up something like this if I tried!

What time is it?

Here is what it is like at Mamaw and Papaw's house:

Big Brother: Where's Papaw?

Daddy: Going take a rest. It's nap time.

Big Brother: Well, I'm going to get him.

Daddy: Why?

Big Brother: Because it's not nap time, it's shop time!

(The 'shop' is Papaw's workshop where he has all of his tools, gadgets, boats, wood, paint, shovels, etc etc. It is also referred to as the Man Cave...)

Last Day of Vacay...

For part of our vacation we went camping as you saw previously, then we went to see Clemsongirl. Our reason for seeing Clemsongirl was because she is our realtor. As mentioned a while back, we are trying to sell our house in South Georgia because we are relocating to the North Atlanta area. We looked in several areas and spent the day in Clemsongirl's monogrammed minivan checking out neighborhoods and how far the local Super Target (or even just a Target will do) would be from our future home! She was great. So sweet, so incredibly funny and a great, down-t0-Earth realtor. She has an internal radar that tells her where the Targets are, too. Promise.

I thought my husband would be sick and tired of hearing us yapyapyap up in the front seat, but he had a really good time. He has read a few of your blogs, so he could somewhat follow our conversation. It was really cool to actually 'know' someone rather than just picking a random realtor out of the blue. I was going to meet The Pink Clutch, but she was sick. And Clemsongirl got to see pics of Love & Labs baby girls! It was like we'd know each other for years.......

She has worked very hard for us trying to figure out what the heck we want (when sometimes WE don't even know what We want!) and we are anxiously awaiting the day that we can house hunt because our house here in South Georgia has s-o-l-d! (And little does she know that she will be the only person I will know within about 100 miles of me and I will need more than just her witty blog to keep me going!)

So, today is our last day with Mamaw and Papaw in the East Tennessee mountains. I will be visiting my grandmother and some other family and get everything packed. Not.ready.to.go.home. Would like to kick and scream and ball up my fists and beat the floor and throw a temper tantrum, but I don't think it would work. If I thought it would, I would be doing it at this very moment.

And I'll leave you with this: the post where she showed the pictures of Coach's abs is for-real. I cannot say I saw those abs with my own two eyes, but I did see Coach and it wouldn't surprise me a bit that those abs belonged to her...I mean him. Well, they do belong to her, too, right? Hmmmmmmmmm....

Try to contain yourselves but....

I just spent the wholefreakingday with Clemsongirl. And I got to meet her cutie pie hubby, Coach.

Jealous?

You should be. It was all I imagined and more..........and I'll leave you with just a few tidbits, but can't go into details because I'm so freaking exhausted from laughing my butt off:

-She actually used the VS lipgloss she boasts about.
-I rode in the monogrammed minivan.
-Her minis are TOO cute and act EXACTLY like her!

I wasn't privied to the modal Target pants though. I'll request this for our next venture! :)

And yes, she is just like her blog she writes about, but quite frankly she could be even cooler in person. Could this be possible?

Camping for the Plaid Girl

Me camping? Are you surprised? You shouldn't be--if you've read the 100 things about me, you'd read that I love it.......worked at Yellowstone National Park for 2 summers (with Love & Labs). Can't. Get. Enough. (But I do love a hot shower. Don't be fooled.) It has been SO long since I had gotten to go due to the birth of smallish children that I forgot how much I need it. Being outdoors is good for the soul. I don't mean sweating your patooty off necessarily people (though that is good for the soul sometimes, too). Remember we did go in September. I don't like to be hot when I sleep.

Miss Bug stayed with the grandparents so Hubby and I could take Big Brother on his first camping trip. Plus my parents have a pop-up camper and that is the luxurious way to camp! We didn't have hook-ups, but we did have a comfortable place to lay our heads that was taller than 4 feet! :)

Anywho--here are some pics from the trip. Big Brother and me on the rocks. I LOVE climbing/playing on rocks. Love it.



"Walk softly and carry a big stick" --for the campfire:

The smoke/heat bothered Big Brother's eyes, so he covered them so he could roast the marshmallow to make some 'snores' --yes, that is what he calls them. We don't correct him.

Here is the picture Big Brother took the next morning, hence the hat. Pretty good photographer I might add. This is his 'pretend leaf plant':
Big Brother also went on his first hike, Cataract Falls in the Great Smoky Mountains. It was wonderful. And no, I didn't even sweat.............perfect weather. We'll make a mountain boy out of him yet! Can't wait for Miss Bug to get a little older so we can go more often!

Does this mean I am getting old?

I read a copy of Newsweek from cover to cover (basically).

I understood/comprehended the meaning of the articles.

I got the comics in the issue.

I enjoyed it.

So, I'm getting old, yes?

BTW: You know the only reason I got to even have enough time to read it was because we are visiting my parents. The kids are outnumbered. Amen.

HAPPY FRIDAY!

Here she is before I told her it was Friday....

Here she is after I told her it was Friday! (Check out those teeth)
Or maybe she's just happy because she's in plaid?

Do Not Be Fooled....

Yes, she looks calm, collected, cool-just chillin' if you will...

Then she spies Mommy with the camera and comes to check things out...
And then she's off.......You ever been rammed by a walker while barefoot? Not fun. Not fun at all.

This girl is hell on wheels I tell ya.

And for the 5th (or is it 6th?) time this year....

Strep Throat has entered our home..........
same ol' same ol'............
It introduces itself with a 'headache', loss of appetite, less active
next morning throws out a fever.......

And we go to the doctor to get a test......
I'm getting really really good at detecting the Strep (makes me feel like Supermom) and Big Brother even tells them he needs the 'orange medicine' (Amoxicillin). (He needs to get paid what they do.....)

But this time we saw the P.A., who I love, and she gave us Augmentin (sp?). I thought we needed it the last time or two seeing as how he's getting the same dang thing each time, but his Dr. said no. Like I said, I love the P.A.

And the appointment has been made for October 6th: Operation Get Your Tonsils Out
So we are out of school for 2 days and there are only 4 days in the week. He is maxing himself out on Wow, Wow, Wubzy.

And I'm okay with that.

I'm all about the BLING!

Thank you Love & Labs for my award. I love getting awards and kudos my way! I know it took me a while to get it on here, but it doesn't mean that it is any less special to me!


I have to say when asked if I prefer diamonds or pearls, I have to pick pearls. This probably means I'm truly not a preppy girl? Talk amongst yourselves....

First put this 'logo' on your blog (go ahead, cut and paste it)

- Add a link to the person who awarded you (already done - see top)

-Nominate at least 7 other blogs

-Add links to those blogs on yours (see below and blogroll)

-Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs

And I hereby nominate the following peeps. I love reading your blogs. You make my day complete:

Clemsongirl and the Coach (hell yes, I know you get all types of awards, and I get a little jealous of the audience you have, but you are awesome and I love getting my daily fill of Clemsongirl, even if her Tigers did lose!)

AFRo--read you all the time too. I love your topics and the way you can debate and discuss them freely and rationally!

Lipstick at the Mailbox - (not sure why it all didn't highlight!) I do enjoy reading your posts...you are too funny and I think we are a lot alike. I love your candidness!

The Pink Clutch--still read you all the time. Just do--you are a HOOT. Hope to meet you when we move (eventually!!) to your neck o' the woods!


Grosgrain Garage--Enjoyed doing the Bachelor blogging with you--- and love seeing all the goodies you creatively make--along with cat encounters to boot!

Mamalicious--love your candid stories about work, smallish girls, and the funny stuff you find on youtube, etc. You are enter-Taining as well as intra-taining!

Boobs, Injuries and Dr. Pepper---the crazy chronicles. I read them until there were no more to read.......like reading a novel. Incredible. Awesome. It was like a sugar high--though I would say like crack but then people might think I'm a druggie...though I am, but it is with sugar and sometimes coffee--not crack. Too expensive. HAAAA JUST KIDDING> don't freak out!

I am needing to add more names to my blogroll but I haven't had time to read as much lately due to these damn offspring! Big Brother is in PreK so he's at school everyday for 4 hours (though I sometimes wish it was 8 or 10 or more?) and then Miss Bug is almost one year old--will be in October and she is N-e-e-d-y right now--has had a cold for over a week and is really wanting to crawl or walk but can't get it all together yet so she is mad and frustrated! She is like 'let's do this already' but doesn't know what it is that she needs to do! And have I mentioned that she is LOUD? I mean VERBAL?

Thanks, again to all of you who have supported me through my MIL drama. It has been 3 weeks since the hubby has talked to his parents. He says he has nothing to say, so he's not called. Of course I have guilt and they aren't even my parents, but I'm not calling them! (I don't have anything to say either...)

Plus, I have been mildly addicted to the Word Challenge game on Facebook, but that is a whole new story!