Poop, Paxil, and Pageantry

Okay, I have a few things to say this morning. I will start with my children's obsession with the Doodlebops. Everyone in the house is now being called DeeDee. They call us DeeDee. They are calling themselves DeeDee. Why can't I be Mo (I think that was Mo)? Little weirdos. In an earlier post , I spoke about my brother's blog and the blog of Blackfive being mentioned on MSNBC . I would really like everyone to go check them out. If you don't, I will kidnap myself and take a bus to Las Vegas . I would also like to encourage you to get yourself a HOT t-shirt to wear to all the summer bar-b-ques . I cannot remember how I got to this wonderfully intelligent, young lady's site, but it is worth a gander. Please leave her a comment too. Let Jennifer know what you think. One last little note. I see my counter rising like crazy. I appreciate all of you who come to visit and want you to know comments are NOT necessary, but maybe you would like to take this opportunity to ...

When Mommy blogs , originally uploaded by stemily . I was starting what would have been a lovely post (wink wink, like my posts are ever "lovely"). My children were quietly sitting behind me on the couch indulging themselves with a bowl of freshly popped popcorn. They began to increase in volume, but I with my vast skill set, was still able to ignore them. They finally became so loud I had to turn to offer up the quick sshhh. What to my wondering eyes should appear? Two toodlers that had to be spanked on the rear.

Ethan loves little debbie , originally uploaded by stemily . What? I did not eat your Little Debbie snack. What makes you think that?

UUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! GOODBYE STEPHANIE. I was cheering for yah girl. Hey Hey Hey GoodBye-eye.

I WAS CRUISING MY FAVORITE BLOGS AND FOUND A LINK OVER AT RHIANNA'S PLACE. Crap, my caps lock was on (yes I have been drinking...what's it to yah?)

It is 7PM. I am sitting at my computer, listening to President Bush, and drinking a glass of really cheap wine. The kids are ALL in bed and Clint is at the range for night fire. AAAHHHHHHHHHH. Come on over if you care to join me (laughing to myself). There will be no talk of poop, hotdogs, or Dora. We can discuss Survivor, the War, or any current event you want. I don't care. I am just thrilled to still have my wits about me this evening. Today was a good day.

Thank you Barb , Christie , Jennifer , Aaron , and Meritt for all the suggestions. I tried shrinking pics and posts, but still nothing. I even tried losing some links in my posts. NOTHING!! Shrinking fonts. NOTHING!!! I guess at least it is showing up right for all you lovely people. I have figured out that I talk about feces a lot. I suppose, with three toddlers, it comes along with the territory. So, I will again speak of my children's poop. Lucky you! Ethan woke up this morning with the worst diaper I have ever seen. Trust me, I have seen plenty. Not only was it filled with fruit salad (lots of raisins), but it was like some kind of non-removable toxic waste. I practically had to scrub his ass. YUCK!! Not to be out done, Emily took her normal little poopie on the training potty and (NO KIDDING) it was standing straight up. It was so long it stood up out of the potty. How did she do that without getting it on her. It was like one of those soft serve cones. I bet you want to run...