Did you smell that?

So we are a family of farters. 

 

My mother used to say to me "Ewww. You are such a piggy girl.  Who do you think is going to want to marry a girl who burps and farts all the time."

 

My brother one time laid down gas so horrific, in a car, with NO WAY TO ROLL DOWN THE WINDOWS, in bumper to bumper traffic with no exit is sight that cause my father to WAKE UP from the back seat and say, "Good LORD PETE!  What died up in there???"

 

I have imagined my own restaurant - TOOTS! - where we serve food that makes you gassy, but is delicious, and has a special glass VSP* dining area with filters!  All kinds of fun cartoons on the walls and "Pull My Finger!" as our tagline. 

 

But I digress.

 

You see I met my husband, T-bone. 

 

He is Legen - wait for it and don't forget your Lactaid as it will be very - DAIRY! in his gasious emmissions. 

 

And he does not discriminate to whom he farts around either - except my mom, he hardly farts around my mom. 

Anysmellygashole.

T-bone relayed this small tale to me the other night.

You know when you left?  Boo Boo and I went downstairs to put away the stuff in the freezer.

Uh-huh. (not really paying attention)

Yeah, she was handing me stuff and I was putting it in the freezer, then - I let out a big fart.

(WHY is he telling me this??)

So Boo Boo paused, sniffed, then took the bag of peas that were in her hand and covered her face - told me I made a BIG STINKY FART, made faces and dramatically fell to the ground, flopping.  

OMG - that is funny!

Yeah, she is a pretty funny kid. 

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Yes, Boo Boo La La is a pretty funny kid.  Who loves her farts.

How about you?  What kind of family are you?  Farters? Or Corkers?  

Let it all out.  

Boo Boo Saturday - revisited for a special occaision

People (M & M) were super excited because we got on a TRAIN to go to the biggest celebration in the country for the little organization called

Even The Peeps! Got dressed up to celebrate the organization that has 3.2 MILLION girls learning fun things about the environment, being a good citizen, and of course about how to have fun!

 There were fun activities in the Build Your World area...

Picking flowers, digging for silver keys!

And they got to build - for real and pretending with tools at the Taj Mahal.

I was so worried we would be packed into the MOA like sardines, but it actually was pleasent - if you did not want to buy any Girl Scout items in the stores or kiosks.  We didn't.

And now I still have to order the pin online.

 We made wishes, shared hugs.

 Got into "swapping" pins with other Girl Scouts.

And found our own little corner to be silly.

Were you a Girl Scout?  Do you feel pride over the Centennial?

OMG I just realized I am the worlds WORST mother. Ever.

I came downstairs and was going to write a post about these cute suitcases I had when I was Boo Boo La La's age and looked up at the note telling us when her school conferences were....

I realized I am the WORLD'S WORST MOTHER!

Tuesday she told me Mrs. E and Mr. M were looking forward to her coming to school.  I said,

"No honey THURSDAY is your conferences."

So I thought in my head, but if I looked at the piece of paper I taped up to REMIND me when her conferences were we would have BEEN THERE TUESDAY when her conference was scheduled.

I stink.

And how about you today?  What have you done that makes you feel stupid?

Do you love the night?

What I love?

Really I don't know what is not to love about Boo Boo La La's room.  The restaurant/Barbie/Monster High/dress up closet mess that it is...even AFTER we "clean it"

 

The room is small - VERY SMALL and she has a toy bench, play kitchen, bed, book/toy shelf, and small table with two chairs in this room.  It gets a good amount of sunshine and is a lovely BURSTING place to be.  

I lovingly chose a purple wall and we painted the ceiling pink.  

I love it.  

But most of all I love the little hoarder that lives there.

Yes, my child is a hoarder of every little thing you can possibly imagine.  Rocks, pine cones, stuffed animals, old watches or cell phones, and pieces and parts of friends toys.  Yes, the other little boys and girls she knows give her random lego men and pieces of other toys.  She loves them.  And when she says, "No mama I can't get rid of that!  Alexa gave me that on the bus." or "That's Luis' he gave it to me."  How can a mama throw it out.

Maybe we'll get our own series?

Now go on - get!  Read more blogs....

Some people make you wonder.

The lady who walks aimlessly around the Y every morning - not really working out, just going through the motions.  It seems more like she needs the company.

The tiny lady who sits in her convertible in the parking lot at work - laying there with her eyes closed and the car running.

The blogger who just stopped blogging one day - who was my friend and now is not even locatable on Facebook.  We used to be friends anyway and I miss him very much.

And then there is myself.  I am kinda weird you know. 

I bet you wonder too.  Tell me.  What do you wonder about?

The Juice is LOOSE! Or was at the time...

I posted this back in July of last year and just saw the picture again on Facebook.  The fact that I actually had OJ Simpson put his arm around me is still pretty astonishing considering his history since that day in 1984....

+++++++++++++ Now for last summer's post +++++++++++++++

I was in band in junior high and high school.

No, I was not a cool cheerleader.

Yes, I could say, "This one time at band camp..." But I was not a sex crazed redhead, obviously. 

Every year our "Symphonic Band" would take a trip somewhere to perform.  Typically it was The World's Fair - at least that is all I remember.  The "Symphonic Band" was supposed to be better than "Concert Band" although they were both high school bands in, what was at the time, the country. 

Side Note: My hometown is now supposedly a cool place to live, but growing up people thought we all milked cows before school and rode snowmobiles to get to class.  At least that was what I told our bus driver in N'awlins.. 

My junior year of high school I was finally in "Symphonic Band" and we were going to New Orleans for The World's Fair - it was exciting - except for the reality.

1) It was SUPER expensive.  My mom said it cost less for my dad and her to go to Hawaii for 10 days!
2) We sat on the runway forEVER and it was HOT...not fun.
3) New Orleans in late June?  Worse humidity than Minnesota and I sweat from my head...yuck.
4) Band uniforms?  Double yuck.

Anysweatypurplebandcoat.

We found out that the day we were performing it was also "O.J. Simpson Day" (!?!?!?) at The World's Fair.  Seriously, they had buttons and everything.

And during our concert that evening he stopped by to "direct" our band AND even jumped over trumpet cases like he did in the Hertz commercials.  It was CRAZY...and its the kind of thing you tell people and they look at you like you are crazy and a big fat liar. 


But I am not.  And it took a post on Facebook to prove it.

And YES, that is me leaning into the Juice...sexy white shorts, eh?

Enjoy your Fourth of July - or Canada Day!