On a normal Tuesday, Daddy would take Booga to school and I would take Tater. However, yesterday Daddy Mc and I had to switch which kids we take to school because I had to attend an assembly at Booga's school. I was blessed enough to be able to take the Charger that day. Daddy Mc, being the nice guy he is, went out to start the Charger with my keys. In order to do this he needed to remove my Durango keys from the box by the front door, grab the Charger keys and then put Durango keys back in the box. I know that he put the Durango keys back in the box because I had to use them to unlock it to get some gloves out and since I can just push the unlock button in the house, I kept them in the box.
Still with me? Good! Try to keep up.
So, I go about my merry way and take Booga to school and am preparing for the assembly. Then, I get a text message from my dear husband that says his Durango keys are in the Charger and he can't take Tater to school. I remind him of my keys being there and continue on to my assembly.
I get home and ask if he got Tater to school okay. Then the story begins...
It seems that while I was away, Daddy Mc was getting Tater ready and was going to go out to start the Durango. He then reached into his coat pocket and soon realized that his keys were with me at the school. So, he went to our home office to get some work done while he waited for me to get home. Tater came in the office and demanded that Daddy Mc take him to school now. Daddy explained that he couldn't because he had no keys. Tater told him to use Mommy's keys. Daddy explained that Mommy had her keys, but this answer was unexceptable to Tater. He wanted Daddy to get more keys. Daddy again tried to explain that he couldn't get any more keys. Exasperated, Tater leaves the room. About a minute later, Daddy Mc hears Tater running down the hallway with a familiar jingling sound. Tater enters the room with Mommy Mc's Durango keys in hands and nonchalantly exclaims, "Use these keys!" At that moment, Mommy Mc's text message telling Daddy Mc to use her keys reaches Daddy Mc's phone. Daddy Mc asks Tater where he found the keys and Tater tells him, "In the box by the door!" Upon investigation, Daddy Mc discovers that Tater has taken his stool from the bathroom and put it by the door to reach the ledge where the infamous "key box" is located. The scramble begins and Daddy Mc is on his way to deliver Tater to school.
Just gotta chuckle at the intelligence of small children!
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Must start sleeping
Day 12 of late night bedtime ritual...
Must figure out a way to turn off my body clock sooner. Why is my body stuck in vampire mode? I have two small children! I can't be staying up into the wee hours of the morning! I firmly believe it's my husband's fault. I start to head for the bedroom and he heads to the bathroom. What's the appeal of reading in a stink filled room while your legs go numb? Why? It's gotta be a male thing. I mean they do call it a "throne", but who the hell would want it? I'll take something a little more comfy and less smelly, thank you. How someone can spend upwards of 30 minutes sitting on the toilet is beyond me. Then he comes strolling into the bedroom being about as quiet as a Mack truck. So, I have to wait until "his lordship" decides to de-throne or be abruptly stirred in my sweet slumber.
I think I'll keep him up with my snoring tonight.
Must figure out a way to turn off my body clock sooner. Why is my body stuck in vampire mode? I have two small children! I can't be staying up into the wee hours of the morning! I firmly believe it's my husband's fault. I start to head for the bedroom and he heads to the bathroom. What's the appeal of reading in a stink filled room while your legs go numb? Why? It's gotta be a male thing. I mean they do call it a "throne", but who the hell would want it? I'll take something a little more comfy and less smelly, thank you. How someone can spend upwards of 30 minutes sitting on the toilet is beyond me. Then he comes strolling into the bedroom being about as quiet as a Mack truck. So, I have to wait until "his lordship" decides to de-throne or be abruptly stirred in my sweet slumber.
I think I'll keep him up with my snoring tonight.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Not fair
So, I go to check out how my iPhone entries look and what does Windows 7 put as my background? Some beautiful island waterfall where I'm sure it's not sub-freezing and the children are off at school. Calgon, take me away!!!!
Another snow day
It's another snow day here in the land of The Mcs. Somehow Mother Nature got it her her head that it was important for the kids to be out of school even longer than the school district did. What she doesn't realize is that my poor, defenseless children will be stuck in school when it is nice outside.
Wait, this could actually be a GOOD thing. No kids when the weather gets nice. More time for Mommy Mc to plant pretty flowers and tend to her humble garden without the pitter patter of little (okay, not so little anymore) feet! Oh Mother Nature, thank you for this wonderous gift! Now, if I can just figure out how to get through the next few days without pulling my hair out and being bald for my wonderful adventure. It's a bad thing to throw your kids outside in the snow when there's a pretty good chance they can get frostbite in 30 minutes, right?
I digress. Damn you Mother Nature! These kids are going to make me into an old woman before I'm ready! Time to pull out the Wii! Yes, video games will turn their minds to mush and then I will be able to mold their mushy brains into good little boys. Mwa ha ha ha!!!
A Thanks to Half Pint
Once again a big Thank You to Half Pint for giving me new ways to spruce up our blog! I always enjoy stealing your best ideas for myself!!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
A new way to blog!
Found a new app for the ol' iPhone.
Hopefully this will help me to keep up! Now to find the right app for the job!
Hopefully this will help me to keep up! Now to find the right app for the job!
Nothing since April 2009
Yeah, that about sums it up. Nothing has happened in our life since April of 2009. Of course there was that whole Daddy Mc changing jobs. Nah, not a big deal. What about us buying a new car that we've affectionately call Barricade? Nah, nothing to report there. I'm sure there's nothing to write about when you're dealing with a son going into the 2nd grade! Nope, I can't see why ANYBODY would write ANYTHING then! Okay, so I've been slacking. Well, not really, but I've been busy as all get out! Let's see, since April of 2009....
Well, in May Daddy Mc got a phone call from Papa John's and they begged and pleaded with him long enough to where we just had to jump ship. Yep, that's right! No more pan pizza in this house! Better Benefits, Better Pay. Papa John's. Of course, this lead to Daddy Mc losing his company car which means we had to search...NAY, scour the area looking for a replacement that would suit his exquisite taste. Not to mention one that would get reasonable gas mileage and make my dear hubby feel like a stud at the same time. Thus entered the black 2009 Dodge Charger (known as Barricade) into our family. That's right guys...let the drooling start. Yes, it has a hemi...why purchase a Charger without one? Sure it is a bit extreme of a purchase! Daddy Mc has definitely earned it though. His pour little behind has worked himself almost to death providing for his loving and adoring family. He absolutely deserved it. Now, what you DON'T know is that Mommy Mc did all of the finagling to purchase Barricade. That's right ladies! Mommy Mc shopped online from the comfort of her home and out dealt the dealer! Yep, had two dealers on the phone and had them bidding each other down until we found a price that (according to a very well known website) was the kick butt deal of the decade! So, Mommy Mc called Daddy Mc at his work and told him we were buying his car. Of course Daddy Mc was thrilled until we hit the dealer's lot. They were still detailing it and it wasn't on the lot yet. So he was sad. Then, the beast arrived and he got to sit in it's black leather plushness. I had to tell him he needed to get out of the car to sign the papers or they wouldn't let us off the lot. I've only seen that look in his eyes three times. Once on our wedding day, the next on Booga's birthday, and then again on Tater's. What a wonderful feeling to be able to put that smile on his face...priceless.
So, really not much happened except for getting used to the new position and working and helping Daddy Mc work until school started up again. Then the boy became a bigger boy. He discovered that he was hot for teacher. Of course with a twenty-something hotty for a teacher, who wouldn't be? Distractions aside, Booga continues to do well in school. As with any boy, his imagination is getting the better of him at times. I can just see him now, sitting in class, day dreaming of fighting alien robots. Then the teacher interrupts him. What in the world is she thinking? My son's going to be a great writer some day, or an astronaut, or PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES! Why does he need to learn this stuff called math?!?! Why does he need to pay attention in class? Well, like I tell him....because I said so! No, I don't just tell him that, but it sounded good. If only that really worked!
Then the mighty Tater went back to Pre-K. Same teacher, but different class. Now there's a switch! I have never seen such a talkative young man turn into such an angelic mute! I swear his teacher has voodoo dolls or something. She's got to put a hex on them as they walk through the door because he's still behaving like a little angel to this day! Just as quiet and reserved and well-behaved until we get off hallowed ground. Then the demon spawn emerges yet again. Does he act like that at mass? Oh, good gracious, NO! Gotta be the teacher. Note to self...find her coven and join it. Damn good witchcraft that is!
Speaking of "witch", I must attend to the nighttime ritual. Ohm...Ohm
Well, in May Daddy Mc got a phone call from Papa John's and they begged and pleaded with him long enough to where we just had to jump ship. Yep, that's right! No more pan pizza in this house! Better Benefits, Better Pay. Papa John's. Of course, this lead to Daddy Mc losing his company car which means we had to search...NAY, scour the area looking for a replacement that would suit his exquisite taste. Not to mention one that would get reasonable gas mileage and make my dear hubby feel like a stud at the same time. Thus entered the black 2009 Dodge Charger (known as Barricade) into our family. That's right guys...let the drooling start. Yes, it has a hemi...why purchase a Charger without one? Sure it is a bit extreme of a purchase! Daddy Mc has definitely earned it though. His pour little behind has worked himself almost to death providing for his loving and adoring family. He absolutely deserved it. Now, what you DON'T know is that Mommy Mc did all of the finagling to purchase Barricade. That's right ladies! Mommy Mc shopped online from the comfort of her home and out dealt the dealer! Yep, had two dealers on the phone and had them bidding each other down until we found a price that (according to a very well known website) was the kick butt deal of the decade! So, Mommy Mc called Daddy Mc at his work and told him we were buying his car. Of course Daddy Mc was thrilled until we hit the dealer's lot. They were still detailing it and it wasn't on the lot yet. So he was sad. Then, the beast arrived and he got to sit in it's black leather plushness. I had to tell him he needed to get out of the car to sign the papers or they wouldn't let us off the lot. I've only seen that look in his eyes three times. Once on our wedding day, the next on Booga's birthday, and then again on Tater's. What a wonderful feeling to be able to put that smile on his face...priceless.
So, really not much happened except for getting used to the new position and working and helping Daddy Mc work until school started up again. Then the boy became a bigger boy. He discovered that he was hot for teacher. Of course with a twenty-something hotty for a teacher, who wouldn't be? Distractions aside, Booga continues to do well in school. As with any boy, his imagination is getting the better of him at times. I can just see him now, sitting in class, day dreaming of fighting alien robots. Then the teacher interrupts him. What in the world is she thinking? My son's going to be a great writer some day, or an astronaut, or PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES! Why does he need to learn this stuff called math?!?! Why does he need to pay attention in class? Well, like I tell him....because I said so! No, I don't just tell him that, but it sounded good. If only that really worked!
Then the mighty Tater went back to Pre-K. Same teacher, but different class. Now there's a switch! I have never seen such a talkative young man turn into such an angelic mute! I swear his teacher has voodoo dolls or something. She's got to put a hex on them as they walk through the door because he's still behaving like a little angel to this day! Just as quiet and reserved and well-behaved until we get off hallowed ground. Then the demon spawn emerges yet again. Does he act like that at mass? Oh, good gracious, NO! Gotta be the teacher. Note to self...find her coven and join it. Damn good witchcraft that is!
Speaking of "witch", I must attend to the nighttime ritual. Ohm...Ohm
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