{"id":934,"date":"2009-04-14T05:22:12","date_gmt":"2009-04-14T09:22:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bluemonkeybutt.com\/home\/?p=934"},"modified":"2009-04-14T05:22:12","modified_gmt":"2009-04-14T09:22:12","slug":"random-tuesday-thoughts-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bluemonkeybutt.com\/home\/2009\/04\/14\/random-tuesday-thoughts-7\/","title":{"rendered":"Random Tuesday Thoughts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/bluemonkeybutt.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/03\/randomtuesday.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-691 aligncenter\" title=\"randomtuesday\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/bluemonkeybutt.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/03\/randomtuesday.jpg?resize=200%2C79\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"79\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.theunmom.com\/\">Keely<\/a>\u00a0at The Un-Mom started Random Tuesday Thoughts and we thought we would join in the fun. Stop by her blog and check out her awesome randomness.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Stacy<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Every week this seems harder and harder, even though I have constant random thoughts, it&#8217;s just remembering them that&#8217;s the hard part!\u00a0 As I sit here trying to be random, I am watching <em>Dancing With The Stars<\/em>.\u00a0 I would <strong>love<\/strong> to be able to dance like them, and get the body that goes along with it.\u00a0 But, my husband would <strong>NEVER <\/strong>take dance lessons with me, it&#8217;s just not his type of thing.\u00a0 And the problem is I don&#8217;t like to be close to people, never mind strangers!\u00a0 So I would not be able to have some strange guy as my dance partner!\u00a0 He would sooo be in my <em>hula hoop<\/em> (and if you don&#8217;t know what that means, ask Elle).<\/p>\n<p>I have good intentions about a lot of things, like housework, exercising, finishing a knitting project, etc.\u00a0 Good intentions don&#8217;t necessarily do me any good.\u00a0 Every day I get up and think, <em>&#8220;gee, if I didn&#8217;t have to go to work today I could get sooo much done!&#8221;<\/em>\u00a0 And I have this <strong>looooong<\/strong>list in my head of things I could do if I didn&#8217;t have to go to work.\u00a0 The thing is, if I end up staying home, because of a sick kid, drs. appnt., or whatev&#8230;.<strong>none<\/strong> of those things on my mind list get done!\u00a0 Not one!\u00a0 I will be in my <em>&#8220;yoga<\/em>&#8221; pants until I need to leave the house or until my dh is going to be home in 10 minutes!\u00a0 (Shhh, don&#8217;t tell!)<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve realized that anything <em>&#8220;new&#8221;<\/em> or <em>&#8220;good&#8221;<\/em> that I put on my boys will be ruined within an hour tops!\u00a0 A few weeks ago my oldest went to go outside and I said, <em>&#8220;do <strong>NOT<\/strong> get those jeans dirty, and stay out of the mud!&#8221;<\/em> Not <strong>5 seconds<\/strong> later my husband watched him step off our rock stairs onto the ground and slide across the mud on his backside.\u00a0 It actually took my husband a minute to compose himself to tell me what had happened!\u00a0 On Easter, our youngest went outside with his <strong>NEW EASTER CLOTHES<\/strong> on.\u00a0 And I said, <em>&#8220;Stay off the ground and do not get dirt or grass on your new pants<\/em>&#8221;\u00a0 Well, 30 minutes later he comes in covered in <strong>white, pink, purple and blue<\/strong>.\u00a0 I said, <em>&#8220;what is all over your pants???? I told you not to get dirty&#8221;<\/em>, to which he replied,<em> &#8220;I don&#8217;t know what happened Mom, I was just coloring with chalk, I don&#8217;t know how the chalk got onto my pants, but I didn&#8217;t get dirt or grass on them&#8221;.<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0 AHHHHH!<\/p>\n<p>This morning I was <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">being tortured<\/span> doing dishes, as usual, and my youngest asked, <em>&#8220;Mom is it hard to do dishes?&#8221;,<\/em> &#8220;No, it&#8217;s not, I just HATE doing dishes, it takes up so much of my time, and if I had a dishwasher I wouldn&#8217;t have to do them by hand.&#8221;\u00a0 He went on and on about it and finally said to me, <em>&#8220;Mom when I&#8217;m older you can teach me how to do the dishes and I will help you, and when I become a Dad<\/em> (<strong>which to him means a grown up<\/strong>)<em> I will buy you a dishwasher&#8221;<\/em>.\u00a0 Ahhhh, how\u00a0sweet they can be when they&#8217;re not in their new clothes covered with chalk!<\/p>\n<p><strong>Elle<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The Easter Bunny always leaves the kids baskets on the dining room table. The kids aren&#8217;t allowed to come out until we&#8217;re all up and I can get the picture of them as they see their baskets. I have to be careful using my camera inside the house. You see, we have a stupid ass dog that is terrified of the flash. I swear I never yelled at him while snapping pictures so the flash was going off in his face. Really. So, even though we&#8217;re in the dining room and he&#8217;s in the kitchen, he will pee all over the floor. He&#8217;s a St. Bernard mix and his puddles are known as Lake Titicaca around my house. I know this because it happened last Easter. I had to make the kids wait until I&#8217;d walked the dog and I was sure his bladder was empty. Then they could get their baskets, I could take the picture pee-free and then they could consume mass quantities of sugar.<\/p>\n<p>I was talking to our oldest daughter last night and she filled me in on some stupidity at her work. Let&#8217;s just say she works at a pharmacy that starts with a W and ends in greens.\u00a0Sunday night some crazy woman left a bomb threat on the pharmacy voicemail telling them there was a bomb that would go off at 12pm. They did call the police and they checked it out. Just before 12 the pharmacy employees were told that if they wanted to leave they could, but they had to punch out and take their lunch. So, basically, if you&#8217;re nervous about the bomb threat, you can leave, but we&#8217;re not going to pay you for it. Wow,\u00a0how freakin&#8217; generous\u00a0of them. Fortunately for the employees who didn&#8217;t take a lunch there wasn&#8217;t a\u00a0real bomb.<\/p>\n<p>Did you hear the one about Woody Harrelson and the photographer? His excuse for the tiff between them&#8230;he mistook the photographer for a zombie! Really, this is the best he could come up with? He said because he&#8217;d been working on a movie about zombies he thought he was still in character. Okay, I know actors get a lot of money for &#8220;acting&#8221;, but what is acting? It&#8217;s pretend! They are pretending! Most people can differentiate between pretend zombies and real people. I&#8217;m just saying.<\/p>\n<p>I love the funny things kids say. Yesterday I was reading an &#8220;I Spy&#8221; book with J-Man. He likes to give me 3 things to find on each page, making it as difficult as he can. One of the things he wanted me to find was a fly &#8220;squatter&#8221;. He used to want to go to &#8220;Buckbuster&#8221; (Blockbuster) to rent movies and I had to make sure I brought my &#8220;buck buck book&#8221; (pocket book). He doesn&#8217;t usually say things like that anymore, so when he called it a fly &#8220;squatter&#8221; I didn&#8217;t correct him. 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