Saturday, February 28, 2009


The average person will spend 2 weeks over their lifetime waiting for the traffic light to change.

The first product to have a bar code was Wrigley's gum.

An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.

A "jiffy" is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second.

An inch of rain water is equivalent to 15 inches of dry, powdery snow.

Most elephants weigh less than the tongue of a blue whale.

The word "democracy" is banned in online chat rooms in China.

A Boeing 747's wingspan is longer than the Wright brothers' first flight.

The largest toy distributor in the world is.....

Come on, moms. You know this one.


Wednesday, February 25, 2009


Going to the chapel...Marjorie Powell Allen Chapel


I know just about every other blogger out there has had the "I'm such a bad blogger" post. Well, this one is mine.

My name is Mommeee and I'm a bad blogger. I haven't had a ton of time lately to compose anything worth posting let alone finding the time to post it.

Today I'm posting because all this busy life stuff has gotten to me and left me sick and tired...literally. I'm spending the day doing nothing but laying around, relaxing, and making myself feel better.

If my headache would go away, I'd write about something incredibly interesting like how The Teenager got suspended from school for telling the girl that lockers next to him that she stinks. In all honesty, she does (I've met her many times) but the school evidently considers honesty to be bullying, too. And since he got suspended, he doesn't get to perform in Branson with his orchestra in May. This is a crock of bullshit and I'm fighting this one with the school. How can a suspension now keep him from participating in an activity 3 months away? It's wrong. I've read through the school policies and can't find anywhere that supports this decision. Unfortunately, with my schedule and the school's hours, I can't make a connection with the principal to discuss this.

So that's pretty much the gist of my life right now. Daddeee's been sick with a cold for over a week now, coughs all night keeping me awake. If it weren't for that keeping me up, Gooey would have me up anyway because he's decided that monsters are attacking him at night and he won't sleep all night long anymore.

It's no wonder I'm sick and tired.

Sunday, February 15, 2009


Yes, I said Brain Beano. I wish there were such a product. I'd buy a years supply of it. I'm desperately in need of it because I suffer from a severe case of brain farts these days.

I can't get ready for work without forgetting to do something I'm supposed to do. I suffer from those dreams we all had as kids where you go to school without your pants only I do it for real. Well, I've not forgotten my pants yet but I have put on my shoes without socks and walked out the door.

I've put groceries away only to come back into the kitchen later on to find the potato chips in the freezer or the ice cream in the closet.

I make my grocery list so that I don't forget anything and then leave the list on the kitchen table.

I'm sleep deprived and over-stressed resulting in a severe case of flatulence of the brain. I need GlaxoSmithKline to hear my cries.

Saturday, February 14, 2009


I wanted to let everyone that visits how important you all are to me. It's amazing how many times during my day I think of all the people that visit my blog and read what I have to share. You all mean so much to me. Happy Valentine's Day!

Monday, February 09, 2009


I had every intention tonight of updating the ol' blog with the beautiful pictures I took Saturday on our afternoon outing to Powell Gardens and some pictures of Gooey with his new haircut. But, apologies, it's not going to happen.

Gooey fell asleep on my lap around 6:30 because, as we all know, it's exhausting getting a hair cut, especially when you get all of them cut and not just one. Really, he was tired because he didn't take a nap at the sitters today but that's ok because I'm tired too. Mondays really wear me out.

Since I'm so worn out tonight, I have no umph in me to edit the pictures from Saturday and post them. It'll just have to wait for another day.

Actually, I'm more than physically exhausted. I'm mentally exhausted. I've spent the last month or so dealing with a vicodin-addicted sister that can't understand why I don't want to be around her only to find out that her daughter was arrested last week with her drug-dealing boyfriend. The niece broke up with the boyfriend and now he's threatening her. Come to find out, he'd been abusing her throughout their relationship. I've distanced myself from them both for a while now for the one reason that I need to protect MY family. The sister can't understand this and I don't have the patience, nor energy, to explain to her why. Hopefully, some day she'll understand.

So, here I sit, wishing I could show you the wonderful photos I took of my handsome boys. I just don't have the energy. I want to. I just can't. It's an excuse for my laziness tonight. I know.


Friday, February 06, 2009


So I get this comment left on my blog a few days ago in reference to a picture of Gooey.

Maybe he didn't feel good because he has a MULLET.

what are you THINKING?

I find it funny that someone on the internet of all places feels the need to post as anonymous. Have you no guts even in a place where you could really tell me who you are and it wouldn't matter because it's the freaking internet? Do you seriously think that if you leave your real name that I'm going to retaliate in some way?

Come on, anonymous. If you're going to be rude, don't be a wimp about it. Grow some balls and post with your name, chicken shit!

Monday, February 02, 2009


Yes, a very important countdown, too. This weekend I'm taking Gooey to get the mullet cut off. I've always told Daddeee that I wouldn't do it until he turned 3. He turned 3 last month and I'm ready to get rid of it.

I did compromise and agreed to not cut it off completely but it will be pretty much gone. It'll be sad in a lot of ways because I love his curls. I'm just tired of having to tell people that talk to my child in the grocery store that he's not a girl. I can have him dressed in all boys clothing and will still have comments made about how cute my little girl is. He is cute but he's a he!

Although, he did come to me Saturday morning and tell me he's a girl. I said no you're not, you're a boy. He said no, mom, I'm a girl. Girls wear lipstick. Come to find out, he had gotten into my chapstick and that was his way of telling me.

He's a hoot...with a capital H!

Sunday, February 01, 2009


Yesterday was a beautiful day here with temps getting up to the mid-sixties. Not too bad for the last day of January.

We've all been sick with colds all week so we figured it would be a good opportunity to get out and soak up some sunshine and fresh air.

Daddeee and I jacketed up the boys and took some Taco Bell to our favorite park, Penguin Park.

Penguin Park's been around since I was Gooey's age and we all love going there. We ate our lunch on a picnic bench and then played for a while.

We had a wonderful time and took well-deserved naps when we got home.

Can you tell by the picture above that he didn't feel great?

One of the few pictures I was able to get with The Teenager in it.

The swinging bridge was always my favorite at Penguin Park when I was a kid. Gooey had a ball on it.

Can you say "Pure joy"?