1. The guy who wore black and Christmas red plaid pants to church last night.  Whoever told you that was a good look.  They lied.
2. The woman who thought putting the baby carrier in the aisle during communion while the hundred fifty thousand people are trying to go up and down the aisle.  That was just rude and selfish.  Those things fit perfectly in the pew.  I know I had one just like it.
3. The woman who wore the shiny, purple, mini-skirted, baby-doll, halter top dress with three inch spiked heels.   Just what were you thinking?  That look  might be appropriate to go clubbing.  But to go to church  and chase a toddler up and down the aisles?  I really had no desire to see that much of you.
4. The people who bring kids under about the age of five to church.  What is wrong with you?  That two year old isn’t getting anything out of the service and neither are you.  They are just bothering everyone with their screaming and whining and carrying on.  There’s a thing called child care the church provides for free.  If you don’t know the people there taking care of the kids well enough to leave your child there.  Perhaps you aren’t coming enough.
5. The woman who wore the shiny, black, mini-skirted, baby doll, halter top dress with three inch spiked heels.  Please see item three above.
6. The choir.  It sounded lovely.  Especially when the Children’s choir sang Silent Night.  It brought a lump to my throat and almost made me weep it was so lovely.  And it wasn’t because my kids were singing.
7. Guitar hero appears to be highly overrated.
8. Nintendo DS is da bomb.  I wish Santa had brought me one too.  Did you know those things will talk to one another and two people can play the same game with one game card?  I remember when I thought Pong was da bomb.
9. Merry Christmas everyone!

What has Wordpress done now?

I was going through the BoyChild’s school work today and found a written assignment.  It said,

“why did King George Tax the 13 Colonies?”

The BoyChild’s response?

“becose sum won Gave hem the idiea”

That kid cracks me up!

Question from the BoyChild.

How come if Santa Clause brings kids presents, we have to bring toys for the poor?

It’s been awhile.  Not much going on.  Just work, school, basketball.  Lather.  Rinse.  Repeat.

This is my newest toy.

It has television on it.  And let me tell you, that is the greatest $15 per month I’ve ever spent!  I took the BoyChild to the mall to get the phone and do some shopping.  I handed him the phone, stuck the stereo ear phones on his head and shopped in peace!  They ought to rent those to people at the mall.  He actually let me try on shoes without a single whine!  It was amazing!

I even went ahead and added the video feature.  It allows me to send live video.  The GirlChild and I are off to a basketball tournament this weekend and I can send David parts of the game.  Assuming I can figure out how to use the damned thing.

Does anyone else put toothbrushes in the dishwasher?

My little family of four shares one bathroom.  Yeah.  I know.  It’s one of the many downsides to an 80 year old house.

Our toothbrushes are in a cup sitting by the sink.  I try to remember during this time of cold and flu to stick them in the dishwasher frequently.  Cause it strikes me that bathrooms in general and tooth brushes in particular are a place for germs to hide.

David goes along with me.  But I definately get the feeling he thinks I’m nuts to do this.

I understand that we need to replace them ever month or so.  And I try to keep enough on hand that we can do that.  But I throw them in the dishwasher to kill any lingering germs.

For instance, the GirlChild has come down with some sinus, congestion, sore throat, cough thing.  She came down with it this weekend.  Last night I threw all the tooth brushes in the dishwasher before we started it for the night.  I’m hoping, and taking my multi-vitamins and my vitamin C that it will keep the rest of us from getting it.

So, do any of y’all wash your toothbrushes in the dishwasher?

We signed the BoyChild up for basketball again this season.

He’s still a spaz.  He can’t dribble for crap.  But he shoots with enthusism even if he couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn.

There weren’t enough little boys signed up from his class to make a team, so we got assigned out to another school’s team.  I’m not sure which one.

They called this afternoon to say he’d been placed on a team and practice was tonight.  At 6:30 p.m.

Most nights the BoyChild is in bed by 7:00.  7:30 tops.  He still requires 11-12 hours of sleep a night in order to function.  Getting him in bed, and asleep by 7:30 barely accomplishes that.

I didn’t really think that would be a problem.  I think they are still playing dot basketball at this age.  They are in the First Grade.  He’s six years old.

My husband called to tell the Coach the BoyChild would love to play but he wasn’t going to be able to make the practices.  The Coach said, “no, if he doesn’t come to practice, he can’t play.”

I’m a little dumbfounded.  A little angry.  A little hurt.

And as as stupid as it sounds, I just want to weep.

The BoyChild is a child after my own heart.

Since I’ve given up going to the grocery store, the BoyChild and I have picked up the runs to Target or Walgreens or CVS or wherever else we need stuff you can’t get, or shouldn’t guy, at the grocery store.

I am a list person and tell my kids if it’s not written down in my book, it doesn’t exist as far as I’m concerned.  I make lists for almost everything and love to cross stuff off my list.  It makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something.

Yesterday when I told the BoyChild we were going to have to go shopping that afternoon between soccer games his first response was, “I’ll do the list!”

The BoyChild prepared this list for us.

I’ve deleted out the identifying information.  But at the top it says “BoyChild and Mom’s list”

As you can tell, the purchase of a car, was of some importance in this mission.  I think the 4.99 was the amount of money he had to spend on a car.  A small fortune in the 99 cent Hot Wheels market.

We bought paper towels, Kleenex, vitamins, hair gel for curls, gel for the flat iron to straighten the GirlChild’s hair and shampoo.  We didn’t find him a new piggy bank his having lost the plug to actually keep the money in the bank.

You think I could get him to teach his Dad and sister about this list making phenonoman?

The BoyChild often talks to himself while he’s playing in the shower before bed.

I overheard this conversation he was having with himself last week:

mumble, mumble, mumble Jesus Christ!

mumble, mumble, mumble Jesus Christ!

mumble, mumble, mumble 44 days!

mumble, mumble, mumble He’s alive!  Jesus Christ is Alive!

mumble, mumble mumble AND HE’S A SUPER HERO!

I surmised he must have had religion that day.