Behold....The Power Of Spongebob

and the first one to try it out was Peanut. She's going to be potty trained before Monkey Boy you watch. Though in his defense he does stay on task when he's in underwear all day. I got lazy for awhile there and did Pull Ups but those bad boys are sucking the money right out of me. Plus the boy would stand there, look at me, stand there some more then say, "Oh, I just peed in my Pull Up Mommy." Yeah, no more of those during the day.

Mommy: Good job Peanut! You peed in the potty chair!!
Monkey Boy: It's not a potty chair Mommy, it's a TOIL...ET.

I guess I was put in my place. I was also informed that it's not the Tin Man in The Wizard of Oz (that we have watched ad nauseum the last two days). No, it's the Ravioli guy. What do I know? Not much if you ask my son. And it gets worse when they are teenagers? I remember me as a teen. Oh god. I'm in trouble.

Something has gone horribly awry with the left side of my back. I can't hold my head straight or lift my arms above my shoulders. Good thing the keyboard isn't that high. Seariously though, it's not really conducive to two urchins who like to run away when you yell at them in pain to get back here before you pass out from said pain. They just laughed. Evil little urchins. I'll get you my prettys. I'll get you.

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I Can't Wait

I know of no one who agrees with me that Jason Mewes is hot. This is a bad example and this is definately NOT hot. That's ok though. I remember the good, forget the bad. I make no excuses for my taste*. For fans of Clerks , Chasing Amy , Dogma , Jay and Silent Bob , etc , check it out: P.S. I've been working 'til 11 or midnight most nights so I'm pooped. I'll blog more. I promise. Was I missed though? * Or lack thereof to some people

This, That and The Other

I can already tell that Thanksgiving and Christmas are going to suck ass even more than it normally would at my job. Last night, a guy was telling me how much he gave me, how much he was supposed to get back and THEN told me what order to give it back to him in. Um? Sir? I'm not a twit, ok, I am a twit, but I'm not an idiot. Ok, sometimes I can be. Like that time I moved up to Wisconsin in the middle of a blizzard from nice, warm Tucson, AZ for a dumb boy and we broke up less than two months later. Yeah that sucked but my point is: I've been in retail, just about every job one could have except store manager, for about oh, 19 years. I think I know what I'm doing when it comes to giving change back. Don't talk to me like I'm a 16 yr old kid who's working his first job and doesn't give a shit what kind of work ethic he has. I care about you as a customer but when you're a dick to me and pissing off everyone in my line so they are dicks to me ? Well, ...

This Has To Be Said

I haven't blogged in 8 months. We bought a house, still unpacking, school started. You know, life. I felt the need, the urgent need to blog about the Adrian Peterson situation today. I am full of all sorts of feelings and had to write about it. I would love to hear your thoughts on this whole thing. No really, I would. I don't feel I was a douchebag in my writing so all I ask is you not be a douchebag in your response. Thanks. My thoughts on the Adrian Peterson situation (but first, some backstory): I was spanked as a child. I'm pretty sure most of us that grew up in the 80s were. Until the summer between 5th and 6th grade I lived in Charelston, SC and from 6th to 11th grade, North Chicaco, IL. I have seen every form of discipline doled out on a child. I've seen spankings, beatings, hairbrushes smacked into heads, spoons hitting the tops of heads, whips, belts and even switches. I've seen it all. Most of you know that my son is named after a little boy who ...

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