Wednesday, October 28, 2009

I have a blog?


No, you lie.

Oh, wait! I DO have a blog!

I'm back! And I plan on devoting more time to my little bloggy blog from now on.

So I'm going to talk about scary clowns. Wait! Come back! Yes, I am one of those people who is scared of clowns. You may not be. You may think they are lovable child's play things who make balloon animals and pile into cars at the circus. I happen to think they are blood sucking fiends who eat children in sewers. I mean, have you seen It?

I'm about to make a confession. Mom, go get a piece of fruit and meet us on the other side of this paragraph. Kthnxbye! I was obviously not allowed to watch It. Duh. Like who would let their kid watch that? But when it came out, and was on TV, I watched it. I was in either 5th or 6th grade. I was going to IMDB it (or It) but I can't even do that for fear that Pennywise will jump out of the computer and eat me. When I watched it, I had to sneak around my parents. And I watched it while I was on the phone with my best friend (Hi Ashley!) who was at her house down the street watching it. So now I'm scared of clowns.

And then at some point in my life, I saw Poltergeist which just reinforced my fear of clowns.

So you can imagine my horror when driving home today, I saw this:

In case you can't tell, that's a scary clown. I was apparently not filled with enough horror to race home and not stop and take a picture.

Way to keep it classy, Oklahoma.

Monday, October 19, 2009

We went to a pumpkin patch. The kids had a ball running around and picking up pumpkins.

It was windy. Like, really freakin windy. Like knock my baby over windy.

I let each of the kids pick out a pumpkin. They both picked the small $1.00 pumpkins. These are so not my kids.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Me: Cason, will you move those toys so I can dust under there?

Cason: Is that your destiny?

Unfortunately, I think the answer is yes.

Monday, October 12, 2009

I would like to thank The Fug Girls for twittering this and totally making my day. This is one of my all time favorite songs and one of my most played according to iTunes (and NO I'm NOT embarrassed. so there.). Really I have two questions: 1. Where is this office and 2. Are they hiring?

Friday, October 09, 2009

Bad pay: Check

Terrible Hours: Check

Mad candy stash from the homecoming parade: CHECK

That's about 6 pounds worth of candy, folks. No lie.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date with 7 mini butterfinger bars.

Thursday, October 08, 2009

I've never done a Random Thoughts Thursday before (Gena, you need to add a Mr. Linky to your Random Thursday posts) but today, as I mopped poop up off my bathroom floor (you WISH you were me), I thought, "Well, why not?"

If you live in the Oklahoma City area, do you know someone that has NOT been sick this year? Me neither. Everyone has been near death's door at some point in the last month. Somewhere there is a pharmacist rolling on a bed of money and laughing.

Again, if you live in the Oklahoma City area, have you ever seen the weather more wackadoo? A freeze warning and a tornado warning in one day. Somewhere, Gary England is rolling on a bed of money and laughing (you're welcome for that image).

If you follow me on facebook, you know that yesterday I took the kids to a ball game in the pouring rain. Oh, get over it. We were under a leaky tent. At one point during the game, Cason had to pee so I took him to the bathroom. I can't complain too much about the softball field facilities. As a noted expert in public restrooms, I can say that these aren't bad. So Cason goes to the bathroom and then I go (again, you're welcome). There is a lady in the stall next to us and she...uh....lets one fly. Loudly. So my son, being obsessed with all things bathroom related, whispers in a sing song voice, "Someone tooted...." And he doesn't stop there. Despite all my efforts to quiet him, he keeps saying it louder and LOUDER. I'm trying not to totally bust out laughing when he says, "Mom, you didn't toot. It was that lady in there!"

Now, at this point, I would like to stop and ask you something: If that had been you in that other stall, would you have come out or would you have waited until we left? I would have waited. No question. But as we are washing our hands, she comes out of the stall! And she was talking to my kids and to me and the whole time I was thinking, "I just heard you let out a huge fart."

So there you go. It's a fart story kind of day.