Friday, June 22, 2012

Hot Men: Ser Jorah Mormont

I've finished watching Game of Thrones, Season Two. I couldn't quite put my finger on it...whenever I saw Jorah, I got little tingles. Not the type I usually find attractive because I don't usually like scruffy fellas. But, HELLO! I realized he was my new Hot Man! 

Steely blue eyes, chiseled features, and a strong, handsome build. This banished knight lovingly protects the "Mother of Dragons." Will they get together? I hope so! 

Noooooo!!!! Diiiiirty!

Kids are gross and mine are no different from the average. Here are a few moments that have made me say:

Noooooo!!!! Diiiiirty!




7. Drinking bath water, pool water, dog water.

6. Eating grass, dropped food, dog food.

5. Lying down on sidewalks, public washroom floors, the grass/ground around trees, poles, and fire hydrants.

4. Licking window screens, window panes, door knobs, subway poles...


3. Kid messily blowing their nose then absentmindedly using it to wipe their mouth.

2. My kids exploding their diaper then grabbing at the mess with both hands, then touching their heads.

1. My son  face plowing into an abandoned mattress on the side of the street then rolling in it.



You've probably heard of worse. Please feel free to share your shiny moments!





Thursday, June 21, 2012

Candyland

My kids were goofing around, laughing in the living room. I asked them what they were playing. "We're in CANDYLAND mommy!" they exclaim. "Everything here is made of candy!"

"Best land ever!" I reply and I pretend to eat part of a chair. My 3 year old reaches up and smacks me in the face. "Mommy, when you eat anything in Candyland, you get punched in the face."

"What? That's the worst land ever!" I grab another piece of sofa and pretend to eat it and promptly get punched in the face.

"That's it! No more candy for me! I don't like it here!" I say indignantly.

"No, mommy. Eat more candy." pleads my son.

"No way." I reply.

So ninja-boy grabs up some sofa, leaps into the air and deftly grabs my face as he shoves imaginary candy-furniture into my pursed lips....and then punches me in the face.

At least they have a good imagination.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

It's a Trap!

Recently, I've encountered a number disturbing, yet preventable situations involving men and women. Mostly, they are caused by the incorrect responses made by men and as a result...well, mayhem. Now, I don't envy you men. Women are complex creatures that are difficult to understand. Men have difficulty interpreting us or perhaps lack the common sense to respond to women in an appropriate manner. The following are the opinions of only one complex woman.

Scenario 1: 

The woman says: If you could change ONE thing about me, what would it be?
 (Sensing danger) Man: Uhh...nothing.
Woman: Be honest! I'll be honest with you, I wish you were less hairy.

 Wrong answer: I wish you had bigger boobs.
 Right answer: Nothing. You are perfect the way you are.

Scenario 2: 

The woman says: If you could have a three-some with me and another woman, would you?
(Sensing danger) Man: And you won't get mad?
Woman: Yes.

Wrong answer: Yes.
Right answer: I would never even dream of this. How could I ever want anyone else but you?

Scenario 3: 

Woman: Do I look fat?

Wrong answer: I like women with meat on their bones.
Right answer: No, you look beautiful.

Woman: What about my hips? I've got some serious muffin top going on here!

Wrong answer: I love having something to grab onto!
Right answer: Your hips are gorgeous.

Woman: You're just saying that. Don't lie.

Wrong answer: Well, you're not 20 anymore.
Right answer: You look like you're still 20.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Wonder Woman vs. Rainbow Boy


My son is shooting me with his plastic machine gun as I type away on my computer. I put my wrists up instinctively and wave them about:

Me: Hah! You can't hurt me with bullets! I've got Wonder Woman bracelets on!

My son: Water-melon, Water-melon! You come and fight with me!

Me: Water-melon? My name is Wonder Woman.

My son: I...I can't say the words.

Me: Won-der-Wo-man.

My son: Won-der-Melon.

Me: Close enough.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Ism's

My son is really into superheroes and his persona will change with his pajamas:

Superman pj's: I'm Superman, here to save the day!

Batman pj's: Grrrr. I'm Batman.

Candy striped pj's: I'm Rainbow Boy! To the rescue!

White undershirt: I'm White Man! Da-da-da-DAH!


The Hubby upon seeing me catch a falling dish:
"You have ninja reflections!"

My daughter on money:
"Don't worry. You can go to the bank and buy some money."

Friday, July 29, 2011

Wanted: Surrogate Husband


Wanted: Surrogate husband

Description: All the work, none of the perks. Man needed this Saturday for company and childminding at Whittamore's Farm. Pick up provided at 9:30 am and lunch as well. Must be able to watch 4 children while listening attentively to the conversation of 2 sleep deprived mommies. Possible trip to Vaughn Mills' Bass Pro store after wards. Stamina and cheery disposition mandatory. Will be paid in gratitude. Forward resume to this email address.

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Dear madam,

I am writing in regard to your advertisement for a surrogate husband. I would like to express my interest in such a role and briefly highlight a few of the myriad wonderful qualities within my possession that make me ideally suited to fill this position.

Firstly, in the history of my life, I have yet to lose a child. I attribute this success to skill rather than my considerable lack of experience. You see, part of my talent derives from the fact that I can really "hold my liquor", as demonstrated by my unmatched performance in a recent drinking competition. Now, many mothers feel rightfully concerned that those watching their children will have one too many beers and begin tossing their children around the room like footballs. However, I can assure you that 1) I will neither become that drunk, despite my best attempts, and 2) I prefer hockey to football.

Secondly, I have considerable experience in pretending to be engaged in conversations that I am paying little to no attention to whatsoever, whether it be concerning one's opinions on local government, the types of flowers one might be planting, or something equally uninteresting. As such, you can feel content to speak to your heart's content, never in fear of speaking into a deaf ear; I will pay just enough attention to make polite conversation, and smile blissfully while my mind wanders to my next vacation and to what that pretty woman across the way is doing later.

And, finally, though certainly not the last of my many winning attributes, I relate very well to children, largely due to my enormous lack of maturity. I find that this helps me fit in with my surroundings. By the end of the outing, you will wonder if there are five, rather than four children, running and screaming and howling in your ears, or asking you to show them to the bathroom, not least because I will assuredly be deep "into my cups" within about 2 hours of us setting out.

In summary, I feel that I am the ideal surrogate husband. And, let's be honest, who else would take the job? I notice that you state that you pay in "gratitude". What could be more gracious than cash? I agree, and hopefully you do too. Or I will steal your purse.

I look forward to working with you.

Your sincerely,
M. Pseudo-name
(The "P" is silent and the "e" is pronounced "eh")