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Paging Marilyn Manson

The other night, in bed, MP decided to do a little drawing with a black marker. More specifically, she decided to draw on a Dora Valentine she received from Bobo.

At 9 p.m., she walked out of her room, and with an odd look on her face, handed me the card.

“Oh, look … you … colored Dora …”

“Yeah,” she said, her eyes now brimming with tears. “I was trying to make her look pretty.”

“Oh …

“But now it looks scary.”


“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t want it. Can you take it?”



Filed under Art Piece

Wrong Cathouse, Paris


Paris Hilton’s BAAACCK!

Honey, just tell her to go home.

She won’t LEAVE and she smells like cough syrup.

Just explain she’s at the wrong house again.

I TRIED! She just keeps saying, “that’s hot.”


Uh, Mommy? Mrs. Cat doesn’t look very happy …


Filed under Piece of Pop Culture

Poop and Pee Pee, Sittin’ in a Tree …

MP is sitting on the potty.

“Mommy, the poop is a ‘he’ and the pee is a ‘she.'”


“They’re getting married.”


And now you know why I’m not married.


Filed under Piecing it Together

Booger Logic

“MP, did you pick your nose again?”

“Yes …”

“Did you use a tissue?”

“Uh … no. It was just sprinkle boogers …”

MP! C’MON … you know you’re supposed to use a TISSUE.”

“But they were just SPRINKLE boogers!!”

“What did you DO with them?”


SPRINKLED them! On the floor.”

DUH, Mommy. Weren’t you listening?!?

True story.


Filed under Bits and Pieces

Groovy Hippie Guy Plays A Tune

So, gymnastics Friday. Didn’t see much of the Track Mommies, which is always nice. Gigi’s mom and I WERE treated to a little chamber music, however.

First a little background. There’s the main floor and the observation deck. Most parents choose to sit on the main floor. Gigi’s mom and I, along with a few other moms, always sit up on the observation deck. There’s one groovy hippie guy who’s up there each time as well, always in the background with his older daughter. They rarely interact with other parents, choosing instead to keep to themselves, sitting on the floor playing backgammon, messing with tools spread out on newspaper, or doing some random odd thing.

Friday he was … PLAYING THE CELLO.


In a small space. More importantly, in a small PUBLIC space. Apparently completely oblivious of his surroundings.

It’s not like it would make a difference if he were playing WELL. The point is, who does this??

The instrument was smaller, so I’m guessing it was his daughter’s. Maybe he was giving her lessons? Which is weird ’cause he sounded like an eight-year-old himself.

I was SO bummed I didn’t bring my camera. It was such a bizarre scene, I totally would have taken a photo. I’ll do my best to reinact …

So, he was all

And his daughter was all

And we were all

And then Bobo showed up. My dad knows no difference between “indoor voice” and “outdoor voice.” He sat down, looked at Groovy Hippie Guy behind us and

he was all

Can’t take him anywhere. No, seriously.

I have to remember to bring my camera each week to record GHG’s activities. I just don’t know how to get away with it.

I’m on a mission.


Filed under Music Piece

Bovine Love

Mommy, this is the cow’s house. They’re in there together because they’re gay.


They’re in there together because the gate.

Gotcha …


Filed under Piecing it Together

Who’s The Boss?

9:15 a.m. Conversation in the Car

MP: My feet are tired.

Me: My eyes are tired. Hey, make sure you take a nap at school today, okay?

MP: Okay. You should take a nap at work.

Me: I wish I could. My boss doesn’t let me take naps at work.

MP: WHAT?!? Well, you have to tell him YOU’RE the boss!

Me: Well, I’m the boss at home, but he’s the boss at work.

MP: You’ll just have to take a nap when we get home.

Me: Sounds good to me.

MP: ‘Cause he doesn’t know where you live.

Me: Nope.

MP: Pretty sneaky Mom.

Me: I try.


Filed under Pieceful Night's Sleep

Four is Officially Kicking My Ass

MP brought home this self portrait last week.


Out of all of them, I like this personality best. Happy Sybil.

Sadly, we don’t see as much of Happy Sybil these days. It seems Whiny, Snotty, Bossy, Tearful and Crabby Sybil have formed an alliance and voted her off the island.

I miss Happy Sybil.

To help weather the storm, I’ve decided to use this ridiculously cute rendering as a focal point … while I breathe through the pain.

And to remind me there are still a few things about four that DON’T suck.


Filed under Art Piece