Wednesday, September 26, 2012

No, I would NOT like it if Elvis shook his penis at me!

Scene from the swing set last night:
8 (youngest daughter) climbing around like a monkey: Ah! I almost fell on my penis. <lots of giggling>
 

 9 (oldest daughter): Did you hear that mom? She said she almost fell on her penis.
 

Me: Yes, I heard. <only sort of paying attention>
<more giggling and penis talk by 8 & 9>
 

Me: We DO remember that no one that lives here has a penis, right?
 

9: Yeah, but Elvis had a pelvis and Elvis liked to shake his
pelvis and thanks to you helping me study for my bones test, I know what and where a pelvis is.
8: If Elvis shook his pelvis, that means he'd be shaking his penis. Hey MOM, do you think that's why everyone liked Elvis? Because he shook his penis while singing?
Me: Maybe.
9: Well I don't think I'd like it if some boy shook his penis at me while singing me a song...even IF he was a really good dancer.


Seriously...I couldn't make this stuff up.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Road block.

I think I have a blogger inferiority complex.  There are so many instances when I've thought, "That would be a great blog" but then don't write it because I think it won't measure up to some of the "greats" that I read (*ahem* I Want a Dumpster Baby, Mom Off Meth, reading (and chickens), Insane in the Mombrain and SO many others).  Looks like once again that asshole "fear" got in my way again.  Since I refuse to turn a blind eye to fear anymore, now I have to do something about it.  Tonight I will write a proper blog post about something that may or may be interesting and/or funny.  <--I have now left it vague enough to cover my insecurities.  Being me is annoying sometimes.  ;-)