homey dont play dat

It's not like this kind of thing hasn't happened before. Markers, a flat surface, all hard to say no to such an enticing act of expression.
It's that no one thought to clean it up before the mama got home from work at 1 a.m.
I know I clearly expressed my art of screaming "please guys help me out here, yall have got to pick up after yourselves" at least 3 times before I left for work.
Did they think I would want to take a picture of it?
So I guess homey the house daddy don't play dat.
I could be wrong, I mean maybe the tooth fairy drew on the table.
At supper tonight, Kyle did lose his 2nd little tooth that he had been growing for 6 years . Oh sugarfoot. Homey don't play tooth fairy either; because when the mama went to get a towel to clean the table, there sat her baby boy's lonely tooth in the bathroom where the mama had put it so it would not be missed at tooth brushing time - and would be placed under the pillow.
Maybe they think there is a bathroom/tooth fairy. I mean who does clean that bathroom every day? (oh stop. i know- please, no really please-give it up for the mama)
My "what to do w/ a lost tooth" version is just more~, more everything, we look at the tooth, put it in the tooth box, find just the right spot so the fairy wont get squished or suffocate and we kiss and hug and we just cant get over ourselves.We go to bed so happy because we are so greedy we cant wait to spend that $5 tomorrow. Although I must let you know, the Mongolians totally have me beat in this department. Look it up for yourself and see if you don't concur.

disturbia

Does karma come back to bite you in the arse? I was talking my distubed friend that is going thru a divorce he does not want and he said it is just karma coming back to bite him. For him it most likely is true. He is so down and thinks there are a million things wrong with him. He said he was going to go take the 'O-Path" Test. as in are you a sociOpath, psychOpath etc.
It made me think of once when Kyle was born and we had just moved to MS and the MS Health Dept. called me and said I needed to have my newborn screened at the health dept. for over 32 genetic diseases that the hospitals and pediatricians don't screen for. Why would I? I told her no way, I mean he is here, whatever might be found "genetically" can not be undone. And why just for newborns. If we were all tested for more than 32 genetic malformities, wouldn't we all have something wrong. I bet the answer is an astounding Yes. Then we could all go thru life and say our failures were the fault of our genetics. Haven't we blamed our poor parents enough. So I bet if we took the O-Path test we might all be bordeline koo koo.
I know this is true for parents. I have gone totally koo koo raising three boys. I never knew I had a seething temper until I had kids. I keep it in check so I am probably low on the OPath test.
And I think you can redirect your karma too. Change the world people. My kids are depending on it. Get on fire. I need to find a fire passion now that the election is over. I was really on fire for it for a long time.
I don't like this period from Nov. to Feb. The waiting.
I did spring clean my closet this week in Nov. I tucked away all the summer stuff, and hung up all my cold weather stuff. I have a load of old jeans, coats and sweatshirts that I am taking downtown to my homeless peeps. I am true to my passions. Crazy, lost, broken, liars, and OPaths, no one deserves to be freezing cold.
What do you wanna do this week? Wanna get in on my barter business. Reapairs on my gas fireplace that decied not to work this winter, hanging a light fixture and installing a garbage disposal the Correct way : For: Free babysitting and /or interior/ exterior painting . That looks so generic in print. I'll have to think on it for a while.

morse code for dummies

So I live rock star hours. I have a few day hours to think and reflect. As I was taking my shower at noon. I was trying to get Brian's attention before he left for work(to say bye gutter minds) and tapped on the wall. He didn't hear me. Then I did the da da da da da(long pause)da da knock.
My mom hates that knock. She says in school they(the '60's kids) called it the queer knock. Funny. Anyway Brian never heard my queer knock either. So it crosses my mind I watched a movie and a show this weekend and both had morse code moments.
I decided to learn morse code. I have always wanted too, but I haven't learned it Not in the sense of " oh I always wanted to do that" it has been more like an Obi-Wan " when the time is right you will learn morse code" thing tucked in the back of my mind.
Well Peeps, today is the day. I need to learn Morse code and I am quite interested and into it. Should I start a FB Group called MC?.

Sponge Kid Mind Fodder

I logged on to check my email today. My 4 year was sitting beside me. Typical blurbs on the election popped up. My 4 year old says "there's McCain and Obama". My seven year old said he is voting for McCain because Obama is gonna make kids go to school 3 hours longer a day. My six year old came home with a picture he drew of McCain standing beside a building captioned 'McCain has a job, Get a job here'.
What are your kids absorbing? Ask. Talk. Teach. They know things. Fantastic things. Wrong things. Right things. Get into their minds. Absorb if you need too right along with them.

You Gotta Dog

I leave my house at 6 pm to go to work. My husband blows in the door from his day at 4:45pm, I say a quick hi to him, start dinner, get my 3 sons settled, lay out homework and shout instructions for the night. I call this The Witching Hour. It’s hectic and little boys are loud. I blow out the door and on any given day stop by my neighborhood gas station for my tri-weekly fill up.

I like to go inside grab a bottled water or an o.j. and prepay for my gas so I can leave with only one receipt in my wallet. Gas Station Guy is always at the register; he has worked there forever and a day. We have a rapport. I walk in, say ‘What’s up”, smile really big, grab my drink and pay.

He's a flirt and I am going through my “I am 38 when did that happen”? life-crisis. He is all flirt, not a lot of talk and this totally strokes my ego. I know on the days when I actually hot iron my hair and perfect the make-up that he has an extra big smile for me.

So the other day I’m paying and Gas Station Guy goes “You have a dog?” I spin my head in a 360 and try to peer across the lot into my car thinking ‘dog?, did my dog jump in my car during the witching hour and I did not notice’? My expression is saying “I don’t see a dog in my car’. I mumble “yeah, I have a dog’. Gas Station Guy says “yeah, I see the dog hair all over your shirt”.

That was a blow to my stroking needing ego. I left thinking how rude to say that to a lady. Then I thought – well he IS foreign. Then I decided I didn't have it goin' on that day, but my hair looked good and I had on my fall color lipstick. Ode to the dog hair. So I came to realize that I don’t prepay for my gas to leave with one receipt. I prepay for a little me time, a little winding down time after the witching hour. I have not been back inside this week. It is fall. I am wearing dark colors and my dog is a super shedding jack russell. The proof is on the shirt.