Thursday, March 10, 2011

Circumventing the Rules

Owen's best friend Marcus isn't allowed to play outside while his parents are not at home.

So they circumvent the rule and stand in the doorway and talk.

And talk.  And talk.  And talk.



But he's not playing outside with them so he didn't break any rules.  :p

But I have a feeling that this isn't the last time we'll see those two circumventing the rules.  Meh.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Which Flags Should They Use?

Owen had flag football practice today.

His coach huddled the kids and said that he was trying to decide which flags to use this season.  Then he said that he was leaning towards using the red ones instead of the yellow ones because they stick to the velcro better.

Owen said "Don't forget to dip them in oil while you're at it."

Haha.   That's good stuff! 

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

The Most Hated Intersection

 I hate this intersection.


It's the intersection at the kids school that leads from the main road to a side road to get into the school.  It's also the main road leading to a larger light a few miles away so you have lots of people using it to get to work.

And the reason that I hate it is not because of the intersection itself.

It's because of the stupid people that try to go left from the intersection during the rush hour.

While they're talking on their cell phones.

And it backs up traffic in every single direction.

The problem is that they have two other option to get out of the area that would be much easier and cause a lot less congestion.

But no.  They sit at the stop sign, trying to turn left (and usually with no break in sight because that road is busy during the hour that school is going into session) with traffic backing up in every single direction.

WHILE THEY ARE TALKING ON THEIR PHONES.  And smoking and drinking coffee.  :-|

And then they give you dirty looks when you won't let them out.

Even though you legally have the right away and you would have had to have stopped to have let them out.

Gah.  I hate that intersection.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

The Most Hated Chore. Evar.


There are few chores that I hate more than matching socks.

I'm not crazy about changing the sheets or doing the laundry either.

But matching socks is the absolute worst. 

Which is probably why I wait so long to wash them and then it ends up taking twice as long to match them up. 

So yeah.  I hate matching socks.  I wish I were Samantha Stevens and I could just wiggle my cute nose and have them magically matched.

So what's your least favorite chore?

Mine is matching socks in case you didn't know.  Meh.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

A Real WTF Moment

Shane and Owen are both home sick from school today so I took the opportunity to straighten up the house.  And one of the biggest chores (and unknowns) is the boys basement.  I never know what I'm going up against, or what I'm going to find, when I go downstairs.

So I almost made it through cleaning the basement without any major surprises.  Just the usual messes that a mom with two boys (three if you count Ken) would find.

I thought I was done.  Until I turned around and saw a coffee cup sitting on top of a cabinet that needs to be moved.

I picked it up and looked into it.

And it looked like pee.

And it smelled like pee.

That's because it was pee.


A.  Cup.  Of.  Pee.

Wow.  What we have here folks is a true, bonafide WTF moment.

Although my mom hates that word, I think that even she would have said it had she have found a coffee cup with pee in it sitting on top of a cabinet.

The guilty party confessed straight away.  But mostly because his brother cracked up laughing.  Apparently the guilty party was on top of the cabinet when it hit him that he had to pee.

So instead of getting down and going to the bathroom (another WTF?), he had his brother get him a cup to pee in.

Because he had no time to get down.  :rolleyes:

And then they both left it down there for three days.

For the housekeeper to clean up.  :-|

So yeah.  A real, true WTF moment.  And that's all I got to say about that.

Well.  That.  And.  Boys.  Sheesh.