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Blog Farts

Blog Farts – noun. Def: Crappy ideas that are too short to make a real blog post, but when combined, join forces to make one unified, albeit half a$$ed, post. see also: memes, surveys.

(If you follow me on Twitter or FB, you’ve probably seen a bunch of these before. I figure if I get ‘em here, they’ll eventually end up in my Blog Book.)

It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these posts….

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Sometimes…the image in my head is so vivid I have to remind myself that I read it in a book rather than watched it on a show…

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Texting is unhealthy for my thumb nails.

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Maggie’s wishing star wish the other night: “I wish for everything to stay magical.” Me too, sweetie. Me too.

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Last request of the night from Maggie: “Daddy, can you pick me my good dream, please?”

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Saw the license plate “SBD” …wonder if the owner is gassy.

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I hate it when I spend over $100 at the grocery store and neglect to pick anything up for dinner *tonight*

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Burke woke up a few mornings ago and said before anything else “The trees have eyebrows!” And then said it’s what he saw when his eyes were closed.

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Burke is trying to convince me that we bought him (and Maggie) at the Hospital.

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Walked in to Dunkin Donuts with Burke. He said, “It smells WONDERFUL in here!” Indeed. (Made the guy behind us giggle a little…)

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I hate it when my head feels like I have a hat on…I keep checking. There isn’t one there. WTH??

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Every time I see a Rotor Rooter van I want to stop and see if it’s Jason and Grant. All Rotor Rooter workers are Ghost Hunters, right?

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Must remember that “Play Dough Die” in Logan speak means “Little Star.” As in … sing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star to me, Mommy!

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Conversations from the other morning

Me to Mike: “Bye, Honey! Have a great day!”
Logan to Mike: “Bye, Honey!”

LOL!

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I think closet junk food eaters aren’t that way for the reason you’d think. We’re not embarrassed, we just don’t want to share.

Blog Farts

Blog Fartsnoun. Def: Crappy ideas that are too short to make a real blog post, but when combined, join forces to make one unified, albeit half a$$ed, post. see also: memes, surveys.

I’m just “borrowing” the term  🙂

(If you follow me on Twitter, you’ve probably seen a bunch of these before. I figure if I get ’em here, they’ll eventually end up in my Blog Book.)

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My jaw dropped when I heard this from Maggie this morning: “Nancy, can you help me please?” Uhm…ya. That’d be Mommy, thank you.

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Burke plays this cute game where he “glues” parts of your body (usually hands) and then sticks them somewhere … like together or to your arms or whatever. You have to play along and not be able to get unstuck until he squirts “water” onto said part. Many times, as soon as he “glues” my hands, I’ll be quicker than him and get stuck to his arms. A few days ago when we played, he did his usual “water” squirt but I told him that it wouldn’t work because I was stuck with Superglue. He just smiled and said, “But this is super water!”

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Stellar mommy moment:  stapled the back of Burke’s bathing suit together so it wouldn’t fall down. (In case you’re wondering…it didn’t work very well.)

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Is it wrong to put the TV on to distract the kids so I could try to finish my book? It was Sesame Street…

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Something I never thought I’d hear myself say: “Burke! It’s not very smart to scare the cat when you have no clothes on!”

Blog Farts

Blog Fartsnoun. Def: Crappy ideas that are too short to make a real blog post, but when combined, join forces to make one unified, albeit half a$$ed, post. see also: memes, surveys.

I’m just “borrowing” the term  :)

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Why is it that my very red strands of hair fall out or get stuck in my brush with no problem, but my gray strands hold on to my head for dear life??

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Migraine medicine makes me feel like I have to pee.

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Wanting to wear multiple pull-ups the other night, Burke told us he has 3 bums.

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Am I the only one who can’t open the box of Mac & Cheese with the “Push Here” tab???

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Maggie is such a GIRL!! She changed her dress-up dress because she couldn’t find the right dress-up shoes.

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Is it bad that my kids think playing “Swiper” is fun? Do they not know that Swiper is the BAD guy in Dora?

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The sweetest 5 words I’ve ever heard from another adult: “Your kids are so polite!”

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Maggie fell off the swing the other day. When I asked her why she was crying, she said: “Now my pretty face is broken! My smile is gone.”

Blog Farts

Blog Fartsnoun. Def: Crappy ideas that are too short to make a real blog post, but when combined, join forces to make one unified, albeit half a$$ed, post. see also: memes, surveys.

I saw Blog Fart Fridays over on another blog. I love the term, but a.) it’s not Friday, b.) I don’t think I could do it every Friday, and c.) there are too many other things going on each Friday…so I’ll just “borrow” the term and give credit 🙂

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Why do I have to wake the kids up at 7:00 on the days we have to go to school, but every other day they wake up on their own at 6 or 6:30??

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While going in to comfort Logan at 3:30 last night, the word “Gargamel!” screamed through my head. No idea why. And no, I don’t think my youngest is an evil man plotting to rid the world of Smurfs.

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It’s incredibly hard to sing “The Goodnight Song” while hiccuping.

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I really enjoy the “hoopla” of Mother’s Day – but when I really stop to think about it, I’m super spoiled because I’m treated to a “Mother’s Year” by my family.

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I tried parking the stupid van in a tiny little spot at the Costco Garage last weekend…and finally just got out of the car to let Mike do it. Apparently, when Mike opened the door to let the kids out, he was mumbling something about how mommy had the car all kerfickled. (Pennsylvania-Dutch word??) Now Burke seems to think that I’m ‘carfickled’ (can’t park the car…)