I changed my url for my blog. You may or may not have noticed that you were redirected. Most likely you didn't, but it's still a neat feature (no matter how stupid it sounds) to point out. I do not know how long they will actually redirect for me and you. So just in case you may want to change your marker.
Do as I say, move your mouse to the upper left corner of your screen. Click "Favorites".
Click "Add to Favorites".
Click "Okay".
Good for you! You saved me to your favorites and told the world that you like fun gals!
Yes, I know, I invested at least an hours worth of sarcasm into those last 30 seconds. But hey it made me feel better. If you insist on being difficult and having the actual URL typed out for you. It is
I will be adding an updater soon if you are interested in having a 3rd party harass you whenever I update. Thanks for tuning in and see you next post!
Since I really have nothing interesting to post other than the everyday drama of errand running (bank, post office, back to school haircuts, etc) I will blog about my youngests interesting "schedule".
This interesting "schedule" he holds is for maiming himself. Yes, we have a schedule for semi-serious injuries. When you have more than one boy (and we do) this type of thing happens. Our boys are 23 months apart, and are either best friends or worst enemies. The maiming ensues during war-time.
It started when my youngest was (co-incidentally) 18 months old. I had repeatedly (imagine that!) asked him to not stand on the baby gate, of which he was a repeat offender several times daily. On this particular day, I had asked him yet again, to please remove himself from the baby gate (which looked into the cats room and was apparently very intriguing). I restationed him on the couch next to his partner in crime for some cartoons. I went to the computer to check email or some absurd task, pulled out the chair to sit down and then I hear this odd thump sound come from around the corner. I pretty much can figure out what has happened just from the sound and the few seconds it takes him to suck enough air in to scream at the top of his lungs.
Diagnosis: We split our head open on the linoleum floor from standing on the baby gate mommy told us not to.
Lesson Learned? Yes.
Precisely 18 months later. A few days before Christmas, him and his partner in crime are having a falling out. They are arguing over something that I have long since forgotten about. Especially in the ensuing madness. Thankfully (yes I know some of you think this sounds crass, but hey, it's my silver lining, lol) this incident happened the day after we had Santa pictures done. So they are fighting, when I hear a bang and screaming. The bang would be the result of his brother pushing him into the leg of the piano face first. Resulting in his cheek being split open. Now at this point, a week earlier he had already tripped and fallen into the corner of the bookshelf resulting in a bruise on his forhead that looked like he had fallen for the old "I bet you can't roll the quarter down your nose" trick. And now we have a black eye. To top it off a few days later, he split his lip open. He looked just like a boxer after a big fight, let me tell ya. I wish I had a picture to post to prove it!
So now we are onto episode 3, the most recent of injuries. This one actually happened about 3 weeks ago. Since the first 2 incidents with my youngest we had since been to the emergency room with my older son (the youngest threw a trophy at the back of his head opening a nice gash), and there I learned the "super glue" trick. At this point in time we now live in a 2 story house, I was downstairs cleaning, my youngest (now 4 1/2 years old) is upstairs playing in his room, when the "I'm Hurt!" alarm goes off (enter screaming at the top of his lungs again, they are pretty strong by now). He starts stumbling down the stairs to where I am at (yes, he came to me, not the opposite way around. Be aghast at what a doting mother you think i am not, but when you have boys, you understand. They fight and argue so much, that when they are hurt, if they can walk, they come to you.). He somehow managed to maim himself of the railing of the stairs. Gashed the top of his head open. At this point in his life I am an expert at what is worth sitting in the ER waiting room for 5 hours, and what is not. This is not. The super glue prop enters the stage for the "super glue" trick.
So that is the 18 month schedule. The most recent injury I was expecting at any time. And as sick as it sounds, it is nice to know when to expect the next wound requiring the ever-wondrous super glue.
Today was such a great day in the great PNW. I'm ashamed I didn't get more caching done. But you can read about those adventures here. I did not get a whole lot accomplished today. Drove the hubby to work, hit Starbucks on the way home, worked on getting some labels fundraiser packets put together and printed out some hostess flyers for September to mail out. Then it was off to geocache. After geocaching was lunch, and school-shoe shopping. And amazingly enough we got the school shoe shopping done in less than 30 minutes. I still don't know how we did it. The kids were amazingly good today, I didn't have to duct tape any of them to the hood of the car for the drive home! I hit up my favorite blog for a hilarious read as usual. That gal cracks me up. I laugh so hard everytime I read it my daughter thinks I have finally dropped off the perverbial deep end. Wrapped up the day by picking hubby up from work early (he didn't feel well), made dinner, and now here I am. In front of the computer. Again. Go figure. Lol! Hhmm, I may go play a little WoW before time to put the kids down for the night. I could do some more dishes, but that's just no fun at all.
Should driving while talking on a cell phone be outlawed?
Submitted by Soup.
This is one of those controversial questions that make people want to egg other peoples houses that don't agree with them. My first thought is to say "No way I have some of my best conversations on the road!" and then I think about how stupid some people are and I ammend that thought to "Only make it against the law for stupid people to talk on their cell phones while driving". I already think they should include an IQ test alongside the test for your License. I don't want to say that I think it should be outlawed (even though my brain tells me it would be a good thing), because I spend a lot of time in my car (family chauffer ftw) and that is where most of my conversations happen.
On the other hand, this whole "outlawing stupide people using phones" could really go somewhere. It would be interesting to see what they would come up with if given the challenge of sorting the stupid people from the not so stupid people. Hehehe *evil thought occurs* they could put an addon in the car (similar to the breathalyzer test for repeating drunken offenders) that would give those deemed legally stupid a jolt when picking up their cell phone when the car is in gear! ROFL!! Can you imagine all the cars pulled over to the side of the road, drivers waving their arms and cursing their cars. *giggles maniacly*
Hmm, perhaps the author of this question did not forsee the places my mind would take this simple question. But where would we be without the "interesting" thinkers of the world. Would be a pretty boring place I imagine without people to come up with reasons to zap people....
Remains of czar heir may have been found!
It is about time. Perhaps if Russia were not so prude and uptight, and would have allowed outside scientists in years before when they requested it, this would have been solved long ago....
