Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Picture of the Day
Okay, so now not only are the infamous shoes made from Velcro and some white material resembling rubber, this picture also reveals their most appealing trait:
Tongues that require their own zip code.
I’m a lucky lady to have these strolling around my home.
Tongues that require their own zip code.
I’m a lucky lady to have these strolling around my home.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Must See Clip
I have to say I have seen a lot of videos of kids reacting wildly to a whole slew of different Christmas gifts..from screaming, jumping up and down, and dancing- the reactions are always great and warm the hearts of even the biggest scrooges. However, the clip below is by far the best reaction I have EVER seen. The young boy is obviously from a family that cannot afford to live extravagantly and his sweet and sincere reaction to receiving the X Box 360 is priceless. He is utterly speechless, and as he continues to unwrap the various accessories that come with it, he cries, hugs his parents, and worries whether they can really afford it. Somehow my celebratory moonwalk pales in comparison… be sure to watch the whole clip.
http://www.break.com/index/kid-shocked-with-christmas-present.html
http://www.break.com/index/kid-shocked-with-christmas-present.html
I Couldn't Make This Up...
So this story comes thanks to one of my most fabulous friends, Stacey, and her beautiful daughter. To say Stacey’s daughter is a little advanced is to say Brittney Spears is a little troubled and the following story is great evidence of her intelligence.
Here it goes…A not so fond memory of Stacey’s childhood comes from her mother’s insistence of referring to the female “nether regions” as one’s “kitty”…an obvious analogy to a harsher term. “Did you hurt your kitty?” “Did you take care of your kitty?” “Don’t even think about letting anyone near your kitty!” Needless to say, she always used the term to discuss the ins, outs, and troubles of said anatomy…even in polite company. The result: mortification for Stacey with a promise to never use anything but accurate language when it came to similar discussions she would inevitably have with her own daughter.
Then one day….Stacey’s mother was to spend the day babysitting her daughter, at which point Stacey reiterated her wishes to only refer to girl parts by their accurate, technical, scientific name…and not the dreaded “kitty”. She laid down the law to her mother and went on her way, leaving her darling sponge of a daughter with her mother.
Upon her return, everything seemed fine and well and she thanked her mother for her care. However (you must know what’s coming…) later that evening, Stacey’s daughter followed her into the bathroom as she was often want to do (curiosity is a constant companion of cleverness). As Stacey prepared to use the bathroom, her daughter stared at her – wide eyed and full of wonderment—smiled, pointed to her female anatomy and said, “Meow”.
Lesson: No matter what kind of mother you may be, you can’t change your own.
Here it goes…A not so fond memory of Stacey’s childhood comes from her mother’s insistence of referring to the female “nether regions” as one’s “kitty”…an obvious analogy to a harsher term. “Did you hurt your kitty?” “Did you take care of your kitty?” “Don’t even think about letting anyone near your kitty!” Needless to say, she always used the term to discuss the ins, outs, and troubles of said anatomy…even in polite company. The result: mortification for Stacey with a promise to never use anything but accurate language when it came to similar discussions she would inevitably have with her own daughter.
Then one day….Stacey’s mother was to spend the day babysitting her daughter, at which point Stacey reiterated her wishes to only refer to girl parts by their accurate, technical, scientific name…and not the dreaded “kitty”. She laid down the law to her mother and went on her way, leaving her darling sponge of a daughter with her mother.
Upon her return, everything seemed fine and well and she thanked her mother for her care. However (you must know what’s coming…) later that evening, Stacey’s daughter followed her into the bathroom as she was often want to do (curiosity is a constant companion of cleverness). As Stacey prepared to use the bathroom, her daughter stared at her – wide eyed and full of wonderment—smiled, pointed to her female anatomy and said, “Meow”.
Lesson: No matter what kind of mother you may be, you can’t change your own.
Quote of the Day
"Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing up is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing." ~Phyllis Diller
Did You Know?
According to Parenting magazine, 85% of the dirt in our homes is brought in on our shoes. So, to drastically reduce your household filth, the magazine simply suggests checking your shoes at the door, or leaving a shoe tray or rack near the entrance - Earth shattering.
I decided to share this statistic with my husband, who came up with an idea of his own: indoor shoes. (I didn’t have the heart to tell him someone had already thought of a little thing called slippers). SO, he headed to Kmart to purchase a $9 pair of Stride Rite sneakers that are not only Velcro, but also have a styrofoam sole three inches high, and he hasn’t taken them off since his return.
The result: my house is so much cleaner and my husband resembles someone who works at an elder care facility….so hot.
I decided to share this statistic with my husband, who came up with an idea of his own: indoor shoes. (I didn’t have the heart to tell him someone had already thought of a little thing called slippers). SO, he headed to Kmart to purchase a $9 pair of Stride Rite sneakers that are not only Velcro, but also have a styrofoam sole three inches high, and he hasn’t taken them off since his return.
The result: my house is so much cleaner and my husband resembles someone who works at an elder care facility….so hot.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
