To Comment or Not to Comment....

Ok, so you are reading one of your daily must reads and think you might like to post a comment. When you get to the end of the post you notice that 60 people have already left their two cents, what do you do?



A. Only post if you feel your comment is important and needs to be said.


B. Read through a few of the comments and move on, no point in just repeating what has already been said.


C. Post even though you're not saying anything new just to let your blogger friends know you stopped by.


D. Don't post no matter what, your comment will surely be lost in the sea of the 60 others already posted.


I hope that you will ALL comment! Feel free to choose more than one option and to explain why you chose it. I will be explaining my neurotic commenting habits in a future post and hope to have some feedback here to make me look a little less crazy.


Also, if you are a Blogger I would like to know how you feel about the 4 options above...As the writer of the blog and not the commenter.


So discuss.....

Smokin' in Japan...

I was surfing and found these signs, they are hilarious! They say things like, "A cool cowboy flicks his cigarette butt into the street. But he lives in an old movie."

or "Don't smoke in a crowd, coats are expensive"

"The only things that should be stuck in the snow are ski gear and your own face."

"The sparks blew off. Luckily they were stopped by my sleeve."

"Before passing gas I look behind me. But I don't bother when I am smoking."



There are a ton of them click here to check them out.

Diaper Alarm...

The point of this goofy thing is to notify you immediately so that the baby does not start crying, however they say, "there is a chance that the alarm will make the baby cry anyway."

The description says, "We are re-assured that the electrical current is safe...." Sure, let me just jam this little electrode down your diaper so that the scary animal can sing when you pee.

Imagine how the "cause and effect" learning of your children could be screwed up. Either they stop going to the bathroom because the freaky animal sings/scares them or they are really messed up as toddlers....Picture little Johnny whizzing on the sofa and having a meltdown because Spot is not singing....

Google Weirdness....

I love reading these lists from other bloggers, so I thought I would do my own. These are the referring URLS:


"http://f#cklist.org" *obviously I added the #* I admit it, I checked it out to see how in the frickin world I could be found through a site like this. I only got as far as the main page....I still have no idea how I am linked through them.


"Mantra + Boobs" Hummm, a member of the IBTC (itty bity titty committee)? You need Judy Bloom, and it goes like this "We Must, We Must, We Must Increase Our Bust" lather, rinse and repeat.

"Little Summer Pee" huh?

"Mama's Big Boobs" and a "Mama's Boobs" You need help.

"Boobs" No lie, I had 30 visitors find me by searching for this.

"Smelly Foot Torture" ,"Giant Scrotums","Vulture Poop" - 3 topics of conversation that are GOLDEN with 10 year old boys and somehow led people to 36year old woman's blog.

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We have baseball again this weekend so I'll be back soon - have a great weekend!

No Crying...

Will you watch a movie or read a book that you KNOW is going to make you cry? I won't.

I absolutely hate crying...not as much as I hate snakes, but close. I just can't stand it, it does not make me feel better; I have never understood the phrase-"go and have yourself a good cry." It makes my head and stomach hurt.

There is only one movie that I have ever watched that I knew would make me cry-"Steele Magnolias." You know that part after the daughter dies and they are all at the cemetery? You are just choking on tears and they start talking about making t-shirts that say "I hate Weezer." I love that.

Once at the lake, very late at night, I could not sleep. There was a book on the bedside table and I, the fool that I am, cracked it open and started to read. I should have just gone down to the kitchen and snorted some hot sauce, or maybe slammed my fingers in a car door a few times..It was all about an older couple and the husband was loosing his wife to Alzheimer's . What a fun read.


So, while I may miss a lot I just can't watch something that was intended to make me cry. I have to change if the episode of MASH comes on when Col. Blake dies. I have never seen The Pursuit of Happyness because I know it would tear me up. I cried like a baby when they killed "the Eel" on Chicago Hope (who saw that coming?!?).

So y'all, am I just weird?

Too Gross....

While surfing yesterday I just came across the most disgusting "gadget" ever.


THINK:






BUT WITH POO:







Introducing the "Turd Twister." Each comes with 10 turd templates.....






Ok, that is just about all I can say about this...for more info go to:

http://www.turdtwister.com/

Learning To Listen....

Last week I got an evening call from one of the Moms on Magnut's baseball team. She had to work the next day and needed me to keep her children for a few hours. No problem....When I met her the next morning to pick them up I really should have paid more attention when she was telling them, "Mrs. Reevesfarm has my permission to use the belt." SHUT UP! WAH!!! Ladies and Gents that should make the little mental alarms in your brains go ape shite.

We started the morning at our house with no problems. I decided that taking them to lunch should be smooth sailing too (plus I had nothing in the house to feed them). Lunch went very well, so a short trip to Wal-Mart should be easy breezy, no? IT WAS NOT, IT SUCKED AND I WISHED I HAD A BELT. Not really, well kinda......It was so bad that as one point I lost the ability to form coherent sentences....Miss-D told me "Use your words."

One of the kids snatched my medicine out of the buggy and launched it onto the top shelf of maxi pads; he hid, he ran, he yelled. I just wanted to go, and they were only gonna be my problem for about 30 more minutes. This is when I spotted the candy aisle...

So for all of you thinking-"Oh, Reevesfarm, you should never reward such bad behavior..."

Kiss my arse....I am still twitching...

Magnuts Gets A New Bed

Magnuts got a bed just like his brother's for his birthday. It was ordered last week from a local store named, I kid you not, "Badcock Furniture." When we arrived to pick it up DockLoaderGuy asked me who was going to assemble it. Apparently it is infamous because it is such a pain to put together.

Once all 3 of the giant boxes were lugged into the house and opened I had to agree with DockLoaderGuy. "Some Assembly Required" is a damn lie. They did chop down the trees, cut them into planks and paint them...but the rest was up to us. There were about 25lbs of hardware to be fastened, screwed, smacked and twisted.....oh yeah, and a drill is not recommended. The manual says that construction (my word, they were still lying and calling it "some assembly") should take about an hour. FOR WHOM? Someone on speed who has done it 100 times and is using a drill?

At some point I said that I didn't remember MonkeyBoy's being such a pain to construct. My husband reminded me that it wasn't, for me, he put that one together by himself. Ooops.....

Totally worth it, I love this bed!

Miss-D Makes Breakfast!

I have historically underestimated her ability...I don't mean that I think she is too goofy to do things, I am talking about her being too young. When she was about 18 months old we took her to some kind of "Fun Zone" place...you know the kind with the tubes and slides and ball pits? Like Chucky Cheese but no crazy arse mouse and the pizza isn't $15 a slice...

So we find the area that is just for the little kids, the area marked 4 and under...After we had run off all of the 12 year olds who's parents are no where to be seen, we settled in. There was this little slide, with a ladder. She kept going over to climb up and I kept pointing her in another direction. Finally I just let her try, thinking she would get to the top and flip out...boy was I wrong. She did not even pause when she got to the top, after about 5 minutes she was sliding down on her stomach, upside down; we just stood there with our mouths hanging open.

It wasn't that it was extraordinary that an 18 month old could play on a slide...I just really thought of her as more of a baby than she really was. It never occurred to me that she could do it. We left there and went straight to the toy store and bought her a slide. We set it up in our living room and she lived on the thing for the next year!

So 11 years have passed and I have had another "slide" moment. I was going to make pancakes for breakfast this morning. So I got everything out and she asked to help. I was hovering over her, reminding her not to touch the edge of the pan, etc...Finally, I just let go, she did very well. She produced a tower of perfectly cooked pancakes, without my help.

The fact that I have just now let her cook on her own (read-with me checking in only every 3 or 4 minutes) is ridiculous (My mom is reading this and nodding her head). She has been saying that she wants to be a chef since she could talk. She plans do get a degree in business and own her own restaurant, she has taken a cooking class. She loves to cook and I have got to start letting her do it. I HAVE to get over my fear of her burning herself or starting a fire or cutting her finger off....

I am going to try to remember her flying down the slide with a huge grin on her face, and the giant stack of perfect pancakes that she was so proud of and try to let go, a little......



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**It has been reported that the Chucky Cheese in Birmingham has a FULL BAR! Hummmmm...see a need, fill a need....**

**My husband once worked at Chucky Cheese, he was actually CHUCKY!!! He had to do the little dance and song at birthday parties. His showbiz career was short lived, after being hit in the gonads the 2nd time by rowdy tots he was relocated to the kitchen.**

Getting My MP3 Playlist Right...

My MP3 player is really finicky about playlists. The only way to create one is by making the genre of all the songs you want on that list the same. This won't really bother me as my music taste could best be described as schizophrenic. I like to hear some old school Run DMC Tricky followed by Come by Me (Harry Connick Jr), I'm weird like that.

I was not aware of how many songs I have that are not edited for radio and this makes hitting "play all" dicey. This came to my attention while listening to Radio Head's Creep, in my version he is a WHOLE lot more special......


Seriously, while I love Blister in the Sun I just don't think the FlyingMonkeys are ready for it.

Maybe its got something to do with luck.....

Oh Sweet God...

Maybe I will just change the genre for all of my songs to "mom's cleaning music," that should guarantee the purity of the kid's ears.....