Just for Laughs

Sometimes at work, time permitting, I like to lighten things up a little by finding a cute little funny to tack on to the bottom of my emails.

Today I was scrolling through the comics and came across one that made me laugh out loud -Literally!

While I didn't think it was appropriate to share with the people I was sending my email to, it got me so tickled that I had to share it with someone; so, I emailed it to several of my close friends with a personal note of how it made me think of my poor kids - having me as their mother must be difficult. Bless their hearts!

Anyway... Since I'm not in the blogging boat alone, I thought I would share it with all of my blogging buddies as well - I'm sure you'll get as big a kick out of it as I did ;)

Enjoy!

Step Out of Your Box

Fast food marketing.

I'm not sure what the criteria is for a person to obtain such a position, but one would think that they would need to have the ability to think outside of the box; right?



In my opinion, the one working for Taco Bell may need to BOX up his stuff and move on (Isn't their most recent slogan to "Think Outside the Bun"a play on the common phrase 'Think Outside of the Box'?) In fact, I have an extra one - box, that is - that he can borrow.

Here it is, right here...

The one that they put my lunch in today.

Yep, that's right. They gave me this GREAT BIG BOX for two little soft taco's and a chicken quesadillia.

Now, I realize that this may seem like a lot of food to some; but seriously, was it deserving of an entire BOX??

Every other time I've ever gone to Taco Bell, they've been able to fit my entire family's order into one of their little plastic bags; so why, today, did they put three itsy bitsy items in a BOX?

I might feel differnly if the BOX they gave me were similar to the ones McDonald's uses for their Happy Meals; but nooooooo, they gave me a GREAT BIG OPEN BOX.

So, not only did I look like a great big oinker, carrying in a huge BOX of food; but, the wind caused the napkins to start flying through the parking lot, so I was the great big, littering oinker, carrying in a huge BOX of food.

Thanks Taco Bell! That's just the image I was going for.

What Will Become of Stenography

Do any of you remember the forgotten language of shorthand?

There is actually more than one 'type' of shorthand; for example, there's Pitman or Teeline.
And The process of writing in shorthand is called stenography.

I'll bet you've heard of that word...

Usually we think of a stenographer as the person who sits in front of the judge's bench during a trial, quickly depressing the keys on a that funny looking typewriter of hers. Her fingers seem to fly as she transcribes every spoken word. And then, when a defendant answers a question that the lawyer objected, and the judge sustained their objection, he will look at her and tell the stenographer to 'strike that from the record'.

People go to classes to learn this stuff!!

Did you know that a stenographer can write/type at speeds of up to 300 words a minute?? Fascinating!

What do you think will come of shorthand as this next generation grows into adulthood??

Do you think the stenograph will become a thing of the past, like the dinosaurs, as the upcoming language of texting takes over the world?

If you are the parent of a teen, or even a pre-teen, you know what I'm talking about.

I have a friend who doesn't allow her children to use txt, when they are texting. Her logic is that it creates problems in their schoolwork. They get so used taking txt shortcuts, that they make errors by writing the way they txt, or they forget the proper spelling of words.

Not to mention, as parents we reserve the right to view any and all of our children's text messages. And it wouldn't do us any good to review them, if we can't understand the lingo. Right??

Note to self: Next time you spell something wrong, use txting as your excuse. Yeah, that'll work!
I've not always been a horrible speller, it just happened when this texting thing came along. Y'all believe me don't you??

Okay, sorry; back to the story...

Anyway, since spelling has never been my strong suit this logic made perfect since and I Incorporated that same rule to Sugar when she got her cell phone.

The other day she texted me from the library. Our conversation was as follows:

Her: Hey moma
Me: Hey!

Her: Hey whats up i mean what you doing
Me: Working. What r u doing?

Her: Noting i am on my way to the library
Me: Okay, do ur homework and i'll let u know when i'm on my way.

Her: I dont have any homework
Me: Ok. u could get onto study island

Her: Ok love you
Me: Love u 2. ttyl :)

Her: What i am not allowed talk text talk i dont know what that means all i know iz lol
Me: Lol! I LOVE U!!!!

What??? I'm the mom, those same rules don't apply to me. ;)

Who's That in My Kitchen?

There are several things that I'm good at: Computers - check, Creativity - check, check, Organizing - check, check, check, shopping - check, check, check, check.

I am good at all of those things, as well as a few more that seem to be eluding me right now.

BUT, Domestic Diva I. am. not.

I believe that I've mentioned a time or two (or three, or four) before that cooking is not my thing.

It's not that I can't cook, I just prefer not to.

I am perfectly content so sit on my ass back, whenever the hubby's not home (I always said I would marry a man who could cook ; ) and let my twelve year old do the cooking.

She likes to cook, I don't like to cook. This arrangement works for us, right up until I walk into the kitchen and find the HUGE mess that she never fails to leave behind.

I swear, this girl is like a walking tornado. She leaves a trail of destruction everywhere she goes.

A couple of weeks ago, mom and I were shopping - at Target, if you can imagine ;) - and when we were in the book section, I stumbled across a book called Fix It and Forget It, Lightly.

I picked it up and started thumbing through it. There were several recipes in there that caught my eye. Not only did they look good, they looked easy.

Throw your ingredients in the crock-pot, turn it on, go to work, come home and voila, dinner is served. Doesn't get much easier than that.

Thinking that this would help eliminate our dinner doldrums, I bought the book.

After trying out two easy peasy and wonderfully delicious recipes, I have decided that slow cooker cooking is the way for me.

Last weekend I upgraded to a fancy-schmancy crock pot. Now, I can set the amount of time my meals should cook and when the time is out it will automatically switch to 'warm' until we get home.

Yesterday, I made my first EVER... insert drum roll here...

Meatloaf :o *gasp*

And guess what?!?!

It was eatable and, although I'm not a big fan of meatloaf - I left out all the 'yucky stuff' - it turned out pretty good. ;)

Shocking, I know.

Big Girl Benefits

For almost eight years she was an only child.

She begged for a little brother or sister.

When she found out that her life long wish was finally coming true, she was filled with excitement!

And then, the baby sister came along and she was no longer an only child; now, she was the "BIG SISTER."

Being a BIG SISTER is not as much fun as she thought it would be, back when she was an only child and begging for a sibling.

She fails to see the benefits of her position

Like the other night, she went to spend the night with one of her friends down the street.

After the squeals of delight settled, she made sure we were aware of her gratitude, "thank you, thank you, thank you." She repeated over and over again, as she ran upstairs and threw a bag together. Then she ran back in and kissed us once more, telling us how we are the "greatest parents on Earth", said her goodbye's and ran out the door - leaving the little sister behind.

The conversation that followed, went like this:

Spice: Where did Sugar go?

Me: She went to spend the night with Sarah

Spice: Okay, I'm gonna go pack my bags so I can go too.

Me: No baby, you can't go this time.

Spice, in her most disappointed 'but I want to go too' voice: Why not????

Me: Because, only the big girls are spending the night.

Spice: I'm a big girl

Me: Yes but your a little big girl. The big girls want to play without the little girls around.

Spice, as she grabs the phone: What's Bobby's number? (Sarah's mom)

Me: It's Ms. Bobby and why do you want to know her number?

Spice: I'm gonna tell her if she'll let me spend the night.

Me: No baby, you can't spend the night with them. You're not big enough.

Spice: But I have a stool.

Now I ask you...How do you argue with that logic??