So you might not know this about me but I think about some really random crap. (I know! Hard to believe, right!) Most of the time I spare you guys the details but I have come across the perfect platform to spew my mind vomit all across the Internet.
Thought Vomit Thursdays was brought to my attention by Josey over at
(Go ahead and click the link. She’s fun. The first link will bring you to her home page, the second will bring you to her first TVT post.)
It’s been a while since I Thought Vomited and while it’s not Thursday, the day begins with a T so it still fits nicely into my TVT label that I use for all my Thought Vomit Thursday posts. Things like this are important to me people!
SO! Let’s vomit, shall we?!
We might be buying a new car tonight. At the least we are going to the car dealership to see what kind of deal we can get. Swagger wagon HERE I COME! I’ve decided that if I really do get a minivan (it all depends on the deals we can swing) I’m going to own that bitch! I shall not duck down when driving past people I know. I shall not shudder each time I say I drive a minivan (ok, this one might take some time). I shall not cry each morning as I get the kids into the
car minivan. Instead I will honk
my horn and wave to all that I pass, I will throw back my shoulders and hold my
head high when I say I drive a minivan (again, that one will need work), and I
will only cry as I get into the minivan when I hit my head on the door I swear
I’ve never done that before. Twice.
So bring it on Swagger Wagon! Bring. It. On. Sniffle, sob, sniffle
Umm, I have a son who’s old enough to lose a tooth. When did that happen?? Said tooth hasn’t actually been lost yet but it’s wiggling something fierce! One good tug and it’s out of there…but then we need someone willing to actually give it one good tug. I can’t squish a bug, you think I’m going to rip bone matter out of my sons mouth? Bud won’t do it himself (no matter how much I pester him to) and my husband said he could do it but doesn’t want him to be fearful whenever he has a loose tooth. It’s totally normal to have loose teeth dangling from your mouth when you graduate high school, right?
So tell me your loose tooth stories. Did you yank that sucker out? Put a string around it and slam the door? Inquiring minds want to know!
Babe is getting too smart for her own good. As I’ve said before, it makes me fearful for the teenage years. Her new word is Stupid (yeah, it goes over REAL well) and the other day she clearly called me “Stupid mommy” so of course
I told her “Nut uh, you’re stupid” and stuck my tongue out at her.
I told her we don’t say stupid because it’s not nice. She looked me right in
the eyes and said, “I didn’t say stupid I said Snoopy.” Then she turned and
walked away. Touché little girl! Touché!
I think that about does it. It was a short bout of vomiting but fun nonetheless. Peace out.