Kids Make Me Laugh...

Because TRUTH is WAY better than fiction!!

The cast:

MB - Funny New Friend
HB - Funny girl (age 9)
TB - Funny guy (age 11)

The scene:

The "B" family home, shortly after school, one day last week.

HB: Mom, do you have a dollar?

MB: No...why?

HB: ::Giggling:: Don't you know what a dollar is Mom?

MB: Um...no!

HB: It's another word for a boy's wiener. I learned it at school.

...pause...

TB: ::in the kitchen making a sandwhich, without missing a beat:: Well then I've got $50. ::back to the sandwhich::

Classic family bonding at it's best.

Ummm...What?

This picture was sent to me in my email.

I won't post what the subject line was, or even the comment within the email.

All I can say is....HUH?

There is SO MUCH wrong with this picture.

But DAMN if he doesn't have HOTTER legs than Grandy!!

A Rant Letter from the Middle-Man

Dear Mr. & Mrs. Soon-To-Be-Exes;

Grandy understands that not all marriages are designed to last. We all can appreciate how difficult divorce can be to go through.


You are both very giving people, offer your own strengths, and are very valuable to our group of parents. It can't be easy to work so closely on community things, when you are going through your divorce. This is why Grandy has given you every f*cking opportunity to step back on your responsibilities within our volunteer board.

Really, as leader of that board, I encourage you to take some time to evaluate your priorities. It's VOLUNTEER! You are going through a lot!! I GET IT!! I have tried to give you your out!! Frankly, there isn't a week that goes by that I don't try to encourage at least 3 people to fire me from this board.

HOWEVER (and you knew this was coming) the moment you start using said board as a pawn in your little games of "who's going to look bad" and "where's waldo the idiot" I must draw the line.


In my day job, I must diplomatically tell people bad things all the time. As a member of this board, I must be equally diplomatic with parents of our boys and the community. Trying to keep your internal games from being obvious to the group is absolutely killing me though.


ENOUGH!!!


We are here for the kids. I know you love your kids. Please step up, do what you promised you would do, and then back off!!


Signed,


Sincerely hoping you will fire me soon...

WTF Wednesday - Problems

The Grandy family is having a bit of a run of bad luck of late.

Lately it seems like whatever we try, we are met with another obstacle.

While keeping things in perspective, I'm reminded it could be worse.

You know this guy's day isn't ending well.

That will hurt at the end.

Because I Left My Balls at the Cemetary

Wanna be sure to get weird looks?

Here's what you do!

Sit at a family dining establishment (any one will do) and make a rubber band ball while sipping on a strawberry mojito. REALLY!!

Last weekend when Grandy went to get her party on with DENS, she decided to pay a visit to dear Dad. I haven't been to the site since we moved mom out of the area about 4 years ago.

Dad always collected rubber bands, and when he died I had made a rather large rubber band ball to go in with him. Since it had been so long since I have been to see him, I thought it was time.

Visiting the local office supply store, I found a couple colorful ones. The pink and purple one was just me. I had to get it. The rainbow one was cute so I had to get that. Then...well...I couldn't just NOT make him one. That would be cheating.

So, here you have it. The mama ball, the baby ball, and the bastard child ball.

Can you tell which is which??

Imagine the looks Grandy got while making this at the table.

Can I get you anything else, Miss?

NOPE! I'm good!

When I visited Dad's site, I left these there. Some people leave flowers...some leave their balls.

Dad would understand...but most others won't.