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All righty then...since I vowed that Sunday would be a day of rest, I figured I would hang out with my kids and maybe get some reading done. I wandered into tween caveboy's cave-room and found him strumming his guitar with his long skater hair covering his face. "Wazzz Up?" I ask in my very feeble attempt to be "cool". He stops strumming for a second and grunts...(typical), "Huh?" I sit on the floor with him. "Whatcha' playin', dude?" I notice that he is seated in a weird yoga-like position while playing the guitar. Hmm...that's odd..."Metallica" he grunts at me. "Really? Which song?" Catherine waltzes in with a scarf around her head and wearing her black tutu. "It's 'Enter Sandman', Mama" she says cheerfully. Seriously? My 6 yr old listens to Metallica?? It dawns on me that she looks like a gypsy fortune teller. "How do you know that?" I ask in amazement. She stares at me like I have rocks for brains. "Mom, I know everything." Oh yes, she's obviously Madame Fortuna Knows-it-all. How stupid of me not to notice! She giggles and runs off. "Are you really playing that song?" I ask Connor. "Yep" he grunts, flips his skater hair forward and starts strumming loudly. Great, I have a tween caveboy guitar strumming contortionist and Madame Knows-it-all running around my house. Feeling a bit freaked out by my weird kids, I decide to go make some lunch.
I made hot wings. I burned my palm when I took them out of the oven. I began my first aid treatment of running my hand under cold water and using flowery "French" words while hopping up and down. Cat asks for my hand. She stares at my palm and says, "It will be better in a few minutes, Mama." Wow! She reads palms too! Madame Knows-it-all has some impressive talents!
Chilly starts scarfing down his hotwings the very second I put the plate in front of him. He reminds me of one of those sideshow geeks...real geeks...geeks that eat the heads off live chickens. (That's what geek really means..look it up!) He is eating these wings like he hasn't had a meal since, oh I don't know..two hours ago. You'd think he hadn't had a meal in months the way he was ripping into those wings. I'm not worried about him choking though. Chilly is the biggest cheater of death you have ever seen. He has survived a brown recluse bite that gave him a near fatal staph infection. He lived through his rotting ruptured appendix oozing all over his other organs causing them to begin shutting down. He told the Grim Reaper to get lost when he coded at the hospital after his bypass. He's indestructible! Now that I think about it...I am starting to see a bizarre pattern here. No...couldn't be...I shake my head and decide to read for a while.
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...is the voice behind this very famous cartoon character.......
Mr. Eugene Krabs! Spongebob's boss! Owner of the Krusty Krab! I couldn't believe that! (yes, I enjoy filling my life with useless trivia such as this!)