• Affiliates

    If you're gonna shop anyway, I'd really appreciate it if you'd click through my links to help support the growing needs of ballet slippers, art supplies, and soccer shorts. :)

  • Add to Technorati Favorites
  • Mom Blogs
  • Widget_logo
  • -------------------------------
  • You are visitor number

    • 139,476
  • free counters

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….

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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…

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Texting is unhealthy for my thumb nails.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Conversations from the other morning

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

LOL!

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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.