Share Your World Challenge – 39

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A class you wish you would have taken?

I wish I’d taken a photography class. Or maybe a drawing class. It’d be nice to take decent pictures of my kids or draw something that either isn’t stick figures or doesn’t leave people all WTF?

What’s your favorite comic figure and why?

The Joker. He’s fascinating and makes Batman tolerable. I kid, I kid, but I do stand by the “fascinating” bit.


Name something you wish you could like.

I wish I could like most vegetables instead of only a couple (long live iceberg lettuce). I imagine my health would be better off!

Tell me about your first crush / first date / first kiss.

I’ll go with my first kiss, since I’m not sure about my first crush or first date. It was at a middle school dance with a guy my friend paired me up with. In order to avoid the awkward slow dance thing, she went around pairing up people herself (and most of us were too embarrassed to say “no” and went along with it). At one point she went around and coaxed all over her matches to kiss as well, which we all very awkwardly did. I feel like I didn’t say “awkward” enough here.

Who was your best friend when you were 10?

My cousin. She is a few years older and we were besties by default, since we were always at our grandmother’s house and the only kid (outside siblings) that I got to see and play with on a regular basis. We aren’t close anymore, but she’s family, so I have no doubt that anything the other person needed, we’d be there for each other.

What sign are you? Do you believe in astrology?


Sagittarius up in the house! ;) I don’t really know anything about astrology, but a few of those characteristics do apply — fair, generous, sincere. Maybe more when my mood swings a certain way.

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Weekend Coffee Share: Soccer, A Haircut, And Football

If we were having coffee, I’d be wiping the sweat from my brow and asking what the hell happened to fall. We’re having another temporary (according to the forecast) “warm up,” which means the real feel was 95 degrees for Little Man’s soccer game today. Yuuuuck. At least I wasn’t one of the ones having to running around, though!

After an appropriate — but not over-the-top — amount of bitching about the heat, I’d then tell you about LM’s game. Their jamboree was today, and they had the last game of the day. They tied 0-0, but played really hard. Little Man played lights out at defense, and was super proud of himself (as were we)! They only played half a game, as is the way with jamboree games, and they have their first game of the regular season next Thursday.

Getting a good kick in. And, yes, those are pink uniforms. LM wasn’t too happy about that!

While showing off pictures of the game, I’d come across pictures of Baby Girl getting her first haircut on Thursday. Her preschool is doing pictures on Monday, so her dad wanted her to “look respectable.” (I was fine with wild hair and a Batman shirt.) She went from a cue ball to a cue ball with a rat tail to a mullet in the last year. BG now has a cute little bob.

Before and after.

Aside from obsessing and going in anxiety mode over the stuff going on in Charlotte (which was calm yesterday, but now that the police department has decided to release their video, who knows what will happen), that’s been our week in a nutshell. Now we’re getting ready to have a relaxing rest of the weekend at home, which will include steaks, football, and more football. And, ooh — as I previewed this post, I remembered that I updated my header image this morning — it’s awesome, I know.😉

How was your week?

Weekend Coffee Share is hosted by Diana at Part-Time Monster.


As some of y’all know, Charlotte, NC is almost in my backyard. It’s close enough that most of my family and friends work there. My husband’s office is based out of uptown, although he luckily gets to work from home most days. If you’ve gotten online much or have watched the news, then you’ve probably seen that yet another black man was killed by police there earlier this week.

Peaceful protests turned violent (either before or after the cops showed up in riot gear with tear gas, depending on who’s reporting), rioting began, looting began, transportation got shut down for a while, a state of emergency has been declared, and the National Guard has been called in. It’s a shitfest.

I watched a press conference given by the mayor and chief of police in Charlotte, and I’ve never heard so much bullshit in my life. The mayor said that everything was fine, businesses are running, come on out, sort of thing, yet many major businesses in Charlotte — including my husband’s — have told employees to stay home. Some schools and medical offices have closed because of vandalism and safety concerns, too. Even the Panthers are thinking of moving their game (not that football is that important, just pointing it out from a $$$ perspective). The looting and violence (including people being dragged, things set on fire, another person shot) has been plain awful. Despite this, everything’s business as usual per the mayor. When do people learn that pretending nothing is wrong doesn’t help?

To top it off, the open racism I’ve witnessed from people I thought I knew on Facebook has been eye opening. I know people make comments in the heat of the moment, but I’ve seen calls for cops to open fire and gun down the crowds of protesters from multiple people. From our former church, at that. WTF is wrong with people? When has more violence ever been the answer to anything? Compassion is almost non-existent.

I’m almost (or maybe completely) at a loss for any meaningful words with all this. It’s hard to believe it’s happening so close to home. This isn’t much of a post, or even a vent-style post, but there it is anyway.

Share Your World Challenge – 38

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Are you a hugger or a non-hugger?

Mostly a non-hugger when it comes to people I don’t live with. In fact, I once wrote a post about how much I dislike hugging. In case you didn’t know, trying to sidearm hug someone when they’re going in for the full deal can make things awkward.

What is your least favorite candy?

Those shitty peanut butter candies evil people give out for Halloween. I used to hate getting those as kids and wouldn’t think to commit such an atrocity now.


Second place for most hated candy would be a tie between those peanut candy bars my husband eats and anything sour.

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “fun”?

Needing Rolaids the next morning.

List of Favorite Smells: What smells do you love? Whether it’s vanilla scented candles or the smell of coffee in the morning or the smell of a fresh spring rain…make a list of all the things you love for a little aromatherapy.

I like the smell of coffee, baby powder, and my grandmother’s body powder (which my husband gave me a box of for Christmas one year…I don’t use it, but taking a whiff sure takes me back). If my asthma, allergies, and sinuses didn’t suck, I’d have pumpkin spice or cinnamon candles lit all the time.

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I’ve been slack on the taboo challenge, but I’m back like cooked crack for today at least (just don’t hold words in the questions or my website name against me). Check out today’s taboo word below. Visit Eric, author of the All In A Dad’s Work blog and creator of the challenge, for details on participating.

Weekend Coffee Share: Grumpiness, Strep, And The Bottle

Hello, bloggy friends.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that it’s been one of those off. As such, I’d offer you Irish coffee today. Maybe I’d skip the coffee and just go straight with the booze, though.

Where to start? First off, Baby Girl has been in sleeping hell all week. She sleeps fine a few weeks, then she wakes up at 1AM every night for a few weeks for whatever reasons. Y’all know what lack of sleep can do to one’s mood and general temperament — I’ve been anxious/bitchy/grumpy mommy all week.

And then I broke my toe on Monday, which has been hurting like hell. I stubbed the crap out of it on a chair leg that was sticking out. This isn’t the first type that sort of thing has happened — when Little Man was one or two, I banged the side of my foot so hard that a bone broke in it, and I was stuck with some annoying little shoe. At least all I had to do with this one was tape it and wrap it up. Add to that the inflammation crap that has had my joints aching and my muscles spasming and you get why I want the booze. Or a stronger anti-inflammatory.

Aaaand then Little Man got strep throat. Poor baby (but, hey, Star Wars marathon!). After school on Tuesday, he said his throat was scratchy. By 8:00 that night, he could barely swallow anything and his throat looked like he had swallowed acid. So off to the doctor we went on Wednesday morning. The new doc we saw tested him, prescribed an antibiotic, and wanted to send him back to school the next day. I was surprised — back in my day, strep was good for at least three days off. As shitty as LM felt, I pressed for a two day excuse. And LM needed it, too, but he felt well enough to go Friday and is back to normal now.

Aaaaaaand then I’d tell you that I chose this week to ween BG off her nighttime bottle. (No smart ass comments about it taking this long, either, there are reasons.) After watering the toddler formula down for so long and her talking about wanting to be a big girl with other things, I said “Fuck it,” and told her that the bottle was broken and she couldn’t have it. +0 points for honesty. She responded to this by asking if it was dead (which she picked up when I said that the batteries were dead in a toy before). She was not too pleased over her bottle kicking the bucket. The first night she yelled for 45 minutes. The second night she yelled “No, no, no!” over and over for 15 minutes, followed by “No ma’am, no ma’am” and “No sir, no sir!” for about 10 minutes each (I guess she thought good manners would help?). The third and fourth nights she asked if it was still dead before rocking her, and the fifth night she didn’t say a word.



True, it added to the off-kilteryness of the off-kilter week, but SUCCESS.

Now all that’s left to make the transition to Big Toddler Girl mode is getting her into a toddler bed (and falling asleep on her own), potty training, eating something that isn’t a grilled cheese, and maybe getting her to call herself by her name (she sticks with Baby or Kate-Kate, her middle name). One Big Girl thing might be enough for 2016, though.😉

Have you had enough of the rambling? Yes? Well, tell me about your week below.

Weekend Coffee Share is hosted by Diana at Part-Time Monster.

Questions I Asked My Family: Star Wars

Today’s post comes from Eric at All In A Dad’s Work. He does an awesome post each week where he asks his two boys a set of questions. The answers are often hilarious. This week he did a Star Wars theme, which I liked so much that I ripped off the questions for my own post. Thanks, Eric!

1. If you were a Jedi, what color light saber would you use?

LM: I’d have to say yellow. No, orange, because that’s how I am. Half yellow and half red because I will kick butt if someone messes with me.
Sam: Green.
Me: Green.

2. Would you fight for the Rebels or for the Empire?

LM: Rebels. Because I’m a good guy.
Sam: Rebels.
Me: Rebels — X-Wings for the win!

3. Would you live on Tatooine, Hoth, Degoba, or Coruscant?

LM: Hoth. I love the snow, and South Carolina hardly ever gets any snow.
Sam: I wouldn’t want live in any of those damn places.
Me: Degoba.

4. Using the Star Wars Name Generator what would your Star Wars name be?

LM: Alcyone Aquagold – A foolish young hero from Helska.
Sam: Obinbes Regor – A Rebel from Dubrillion.
Me: Dheneb Lectronflame – A troublemaker from Aldera.

5. Who is prettier, Queen Amadala, Princess Leia or Rey?

LM: (Snickers, gets a huge grin on his face…) Rey.
Sam: Rey.
Me: Rey.


6. Which vehicle would you drive? A speeder bike, AT-AT, X-Wing fighter, TIE Fighter or Millennium Falcon?

LM: That is so easy — a TIE fighter.
Sam: X-Wing fighter.
Me: X-wing.

7. Who is your favorite character?

LM: Finn, because he’s a traitor and a rebel.
Sam: Obi-Wan.
Me: Rey. I generally like the main characters on Episode VII more than the old ones.

8. How would you escape from Jabba the Hutt?

LM: I would get a tack and poke him like a balloon, so all the aliens would burst out. And then I’d run for my life.
Sam: I’d make a bet and con him.
Me: I’d let LM or Sam do the work and run for it.

9. What would you use a droid for?

LM: Doing my chores, being my best friend, and tickling my sister.
Sam: I’d let it be part of the family like a pet.
Me: To help keep the house tidy.

10. Who would win in a duel, Kylo Ren or Darth Vader?

LM: Darth Vader. Remember what Rey said when Kylo Ren attacked her? Rey said, “You’re afraid that you’ll never be as strong as Darth Vader.”
Sam: Darth Vader. Kylo couldn’t even beat Rey.
Me: What they said.

Those of y’all that like Star Wars should join in the ripping off of the questions and do this yourself. We can call it “The Pilfering From Eric Star Wars Challenge.”😉

Things Kids Say Thursday: Hi There, Bulba!

One thing I decided to do with Baby Girl was to teach her the proper terms for her anatomy when she asked. No more wee-wees, pee-pees, hoo-has, or junk. As much as I hate using the right terms (I was raised calling my bits a petunia blossom, after all), I’ve read all the articles about how it’s important to use the right words for reasons you can look up on your own.

As I’ve mentioned in other posts, Baby Girl has had quite the vocabulary explosion in recent weeks. Maybe months at this point. At any rate, she’s talking a lot. (And a lot of it is intelligible.) And she wants to know what everything is. As such, earlier this week I was finally obligated provided with the opportunity to teach her what’s what.

“Mommy, what’s dat?” Baby Girl asked, as she took notice of a new-to-her body part.

“That’s your vulva,” I told her.

“Bulba?” she asked.

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“Bulba,” not “Shebulba.”

“Right, vulva,” I said.

At that, she stood up and bent over to get a better look.

“Wow-ee! Cool!” Baby Girl exclaimed. “Hi there, bulba!” she said, while waving at it. I laughed so hard.

A few days later, I gather that little boys aren’t the only ones obsessed with their stuff. (I’m not obligated to using the proper terms on my blog.)

Smoked Chicken Nuggets

Since I haven’t come up with anything better to post today, I’m going to post a text message I had with a friend in which I played a joke on him. I’ve talked before about being a picky eater, which he knows pretty well from being on our It Was A Whole Effing Chicken date and witnessing me eat only chicken nuggets from a Mexican buffet.

It’s mildly amusing (to me, at least), so maybe it’ll be mildly amusing to y’all, too.

(His wife — my best friend — was in on it.)

(B is the husband and J is my bestie.)

You have to admit, he’s a good friend since he was going to do it.

Check out today’s taboo word below. Visit Eric, author of the All In A Dad’s Work blog and creator of the challenge to view details on participating.

School Stuff And Whatnot

(Don’t you love my creativeness when it comes to post titles?)

Baby Girl is finally down for her nap, and I’ve got about half an hour before I have to go pick up Little Man from school. Aside from the two minutes I’ll use to put on pants and shoes (I’m wearing house shorts, in case you’re wondering), I’m going to spend it writing. [And, hooray distractions, it’s now after dinnertime when I’m publishing this.]

I’ve already mentioned that Baby Girl was supposed to start the Mommy’s Morning Out program last week. She did, and the teacher said she did well, except for the last few minutes. She was crying when we picked her up. The teacher thought she was tired, but I’m pretty sure she was upset over having to put up a toy she was playing with.

When I asked her what she did at school, she said, “I cried.” Poor baby. Later she told me that she ate a cookie and made buddies. She went again today and had fun, loudly saying, “Bye, friends!” when we left.❤

On Thursday, Little Man told us about something that happened at school after we got home. The substitute for his class locked him out of the building. LM took his crayons out to draw at recess (which is allowed) and the bottom dropped out of his box as they were going back inside. LM said that he and another child rushed to pick them up, but didn’t pick them up quickly enough, so the teacher left them. And, since the door locks automatically (which she knew, since she had to use a card to scan it to let the other kids in), they were locked out. A kid from another class let them in and when they got back to class, the teacher told LM, “That’s what you get.”

There are no GIFs that show just how pissed we were.

My husband called the principal, who was very upset by what happened, too, and he assured us that wouldn’t happen again. We’re going to follow up later in the week to see what, exactly, will be done, but I assume that, at a minimum, she won’t be back at that school.

The weekend was full of fun. We took the kids out on Friday night to a bounce house/arcade place. LM had fun, but BG turned into Timid Baby Girl and wouldn’t go in the toddler bounce house or get on any of the little rides. Towards the end, she found a game she liked — Beer Pong. Okay, so the arcade place doesn’t call it Beer Pong, but that’s what it is.

We spent Saturday evening with some friends and watched a football game. I had way too much rum and sent everyone texts and told them how much I loved them.

And, in case you’re wondering about these wonderful blog changes I promised, I’m working on it. I haven’t found much that I like in the way of free themes, so I’m using one I used before. I am going to make a new header, though. So that’s something.😉

What have you been up to?

Check out today’s taboo word below. Visit Eric, author of the All In A Dad’s Work blog and creator of the challenge, for details on participating.

Road Work Ahead

Well, blog work.

For the ones and ones of you who visit this site (the actual site and not just the posts in the WP reader), I’m going to be making some changes to it over the next couple of days (as the children permit me). Just FYI, in case things look weird or are missing or something. I half thought about change the blog name again (yes, again, stop hating) just because I like changing things up, but I probably won’t, unless something interesting hits me. In which case, I will. You’ve been warned.

To sum up, you may or may not see changes.

In other news, my son is referring to himself as Bob on his blog. Bob. Not that Bob is a bad name or anything, but what 8-year-old chooses to call himself Bob as a pen name? Heehee.

This post is brought to you by my avoiding folding clothes mountain. And, crap, it didn’t magically disappear.