Santa?

Rugby plops down at the breakfast table the other morning and declares, "So there is no Santa Claus!"

I nearly choke on my Eggo and do a quick scan around the table to see his siblings' reactions.  Everyone has their eyes glued on Rugby waiting for more information to back up his outrageous claims.

(blink blink)

I decide to venture further and ask him why he would say that.

He spews out all of the regular arguments and ends with a firm belief that it has to be Mom and Dad.

I asked Breckyn how she felt about that (thinking she is 10 and would probably agree with her little brother by now-- hopefully).  She said she didn't really care what was going on.  As long as she got presents, she wouldn't question any of it.

Then it was Zoey's turn.  She agreed with both Breckyn and Rugby but decided not to tempt fate.  So she went neutral.

Em was the only one left and his answer was simple.  "Rugby is stupid for saying that because he won't get any presents." 

So my children have picked ignorance over information.  Is it wrong that I'm kind of disappointed?  I am bound by the adult code not to go any further with the conversation because they chose not to know.  It's killing me!

This morning Zoey asked me to mail a letter for her.  It was addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Clause. She told me she was writing not for toys, but to have their signatures.  She has requested that Santa, the misses and one elf sign, date and return her letter for proof and peace of mind. 

Really?  Really?  You're 9!!!

You guys are killin' me!

Rhett and Link

This is perhaps the most entertaining recipe I've ever gotten.  These guys are whacked-- in a good way.  Watch this while I go make some guacamole.  I have a sudden craving... I'll be right back.


If you are saying-- "What?  Where did she find these guys?"  You have JennRose to thank who sent me the link to THIS after yesterday's squirrel dedication.

Want more?

I thought so.

Check out their fast food folk song.  It's pretty good.  I might try it next time I go to Taco Smell.

Squirrels Can't be Trusted!

 Awwww, who doesn't love a good picture of a cute fuzzy fluffy squirrel?

 My squirrel hating sister-- that's who!  My little sister has an unhealthy fear of squirrels.  Here in Wisconsin there are squirrels everywhere just waiting to get her.  I myself have never felt threatened by squirrel kind but to each his own.  Being the quirky person that I am, I find in incredibly funny to send her squirrel propaganda from time to time.  I can't pass up a squirrel card or a squirrel t-shirt to save my life.  I have to buy it for her.  In fact last year I sent her squirrel pajamas for Christmas.  It's wrong-- I know, but it gives me the giggles.  So bare with me...

It turns out that I have found actual proof that there are squirrel training camps all over Wisconsin.  I think they are plotting to take over our nut supplies.

 In addition, there are squirrel spies that keep track of our every move.  Shifty little buggers if you ask me.

They have been gathering intel so they can blend in among us.

They are everywhere!  No one is safe I tell you!

Be advised, do not-- I repeat, DO NOT attempt to confront them on your own.

They are considered to be armed and very dangerous.

 

These two were caught trying to sneak their acts by in Metropolis and Gotham.  But we can spot a fake when we see one.  Their tails were a dead giveaway.

This one is for you little sis.  I think you were right all along. 

 Squirrels can't be trusted!

Happy Birthday!

Rules to Live By

We're ready to start dinner the other night and I notice that Rugby has an action figure at the table.  He is using it to jump the milk carton and fight things around his dinner plate.  I look at him with my best mom look and I say, "Rugs, what is the number one rule in our family?"

Tim chimes in with, "Never eat yellow snow!"

Breckyn adds, "When you are naked, your first priority is getting dressed!"

Then the list started adding up...

"Always check your shoes for dog poop after you play outside."

"Go potty before we leave anywhere."

"Don't let the dogs out without their collars."

"Close the door when you go outside."

"No hitting."

"No yelling."

"Close your mouth when you eat."

"Put your shoes away."


ah hum...  I was  going for, no toys at the table guys-- but thanks for the list.

Apparently we are no strangers to rules at this house.  LOTS and LOTS of rules.

Megamind

We took the kids to see Megamind this weekend and we loved it!  It was so much fun.  I laughed my guts out.  I knew it was a big hit when Rugby started drawing about it the minute we walked in the door.  It's a must see family movie.  You can check out the preview if you don't believe me.

Comic Genius!  Oh and as a bonus for me-- it's the first short haired heroine I've seen.  It made me love it all the more. 

Do you Snore?

I have always considered snoring to be a man's sport.  Don't get me wrong, I'm sure there are many a lady snorer out there but it's just not dainty.

I have teased the Mister excessively about his snoring habits for many years.  He is a mouth breather so his snoring is a special kind of torture.  I make it a point to try and fall asleep first so I don't have to listen to his mouth music ever.

The other day we are discussing his breathing habits and he tells me that I snore too.

WHAT!?!?!

The world as I know it came to a screeching hault.

I told him to take it back in my most offended voice.

He wouldn't.

So I asked him to prove it.  I made him show me exactly what I sound like.

He obliged.

I was horrified!  HORRIFIED!

I told him he must be lying-- it's the only reasonable explanation.

He denied the accusations of his honesty.

So I've been forced to reevaluate the picture of my daintiness.  Could it be so?  Am I suddenly in the Big Momma Club?  Should I start watching football and eating chicken drumsticks?  Should I start wearing sweat pants and scratching myself?  Should I mow the lawn in my underwear too?  Where does it end?

What has happened to me?

Help!  I'm a hideous monster!  Save yourselves!

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