Friday, July 30, 2010

Five Question Friday: Dreaming of Samuel L. Jackson with my favorite blankie

I decided to give "Five Question Friday" a try.  Enjoy!
 


1. Did you have a favorite blanket or toy as a kid? If so, do you still have it?

My grandmother crocheted a green and yellow blanket for me.  I dragged it with me everywhere. I still have it.  It's upstairs in my daughter's closet.  My mother crocheted blankets for my kids.  I also had a "blue bear" as a lovey.  It was a two sided pillow stuffed animal with a printed blue bear on it.  I loved blue bear.  My mother repaired the worn holes in blue bear many times until he was more repairs than bear.  When I eventually retired blue bear, my mother removed all the stuffing and kept blue bear.  He still lives at my mother's house in a drawer somewhere.  My kids each have a lovey.  My daughter has a dirty yellow giraffe named "Giraffie" that was given as a baby gift at our baby shower.  My son has a "large" Ty dog that he calls "shakey doggie" (because of the beans inside). 

2. Do you dream in color?
Of course.  Doesn't everyone? I can't imagine not dreaming in color.  I suppose maybe if I was blind I would not dream in color...
3. How tall are you? Do you wish you were shorter or taller?
I'm 5' 4".  I've always thought it was an odd height -- kind of short, but not really.  Average, on the short side.  I really don't mind my height at all.  Except for the fact that I sucked at all sports.  Height would have helped in volleyball and rowing.
4. If you could have anyone's (celeb or other) voice as the guide on your GPS, who would it be?
Either Samuel L. Jackson or James Earl Jones.  Cuz that would just be badass. 

 

5. Do you return your shopping cart to the corral or leave it wherever in the parking lot?
I'll admit to going with the path of least resistance here.  If the corral is within 3-4 parking spaces of my own, I'll put it back in the corral. If the corral is further away than, well, I assume that strapping young man with the cool-remote-controlled-robot-cart-thingy will get it.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

On getting back to work full time with kids...

I’ve been a full-time working mom since my oldest was 4 months, and she’ll soon be going into the first grade. So, here's my brief pieces of advice for pregnant moms-to-be and new moms on maternity leave about going back to work.

  1. You CAN’T do it all. Don’t try. Do you job well. Love your husband and kids well. Everything else is details.
  2. Talk to your husband about re-delegating the home responsibilities. So many moms returning to work FORGET TO DO THIS! They think they still are going to tend the home, and add on the full time job. NOT! He is going to need to take up some of the slack. You both can decide where that slack is — laundry, dishes, dinner, grocery shopping, bills? It really doesn’t matter. But when you do — and this is really important — give it over to him kit-and-caboodle. He’s going to do it HIS way now — not your way — AND THAT’S FINE. If the towels are now folded in halves, not thirds — it’s FINE. Towels are not going to bring down the household. Don’t sweat the details!
  3. Mornings and bedtimes:  Have a routine and keep it. Do prep the night before if that's your style. We do breakfast-in-hand. Lots of breakfast bars/granola bars with sippy cups. Bedtime routine is consistent and within about the same 15 minutes every night.
  4. Daycare pick-up is the BEST time of day! I think SAHM’s have no idea what they are missing out on! Little ones yelling “mom” from across the room and jumping into your arms for hugs. Daily. Can you beat that???? Really. It almost makes the day away from them worth it.
  5. Your “grown-up brain" will thank you for the full-time work. Really. It will. It’s great to “flex those neurons.” It makes you more energized, and you'll be a better mom for it.  I promise.
This post is not here to start another mommy war facing off SAHMs against working moms. I honestly think we are all on the same team.  But, sometimes we all need some encouragement!

Source: CHUCK COOK / THE TIMES-PICAYUNE

P.S:  A dad doing laundry is sexy.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

One leg less

This is in response to the prompt from Mama Kat to write a poem about a furry friend. 
Warning:  I'm not a poet.

Mama's Losin' It

My puppy has a black, black nose

That she buries into the bed

My puppy lays her head on my pillow

And listens to what I've said.



As I stroke her tummy and rub her rump

She leans back and soaks it all in

But I can't help but stare at the stump

Once there was a leg, now a long incision.



We made the right decision

Cancer -- a tumor -- removed with the leg

After the hand wringing we have done

This dog still thinks she can be a pest and beg!



She still steals the food my toddler drops

She still tries to lick and jump on guests!

With only 3 legs, this dog still bops -- and flops

With only 3 legs, this dog ain't taking many rests!



After all the extra loving care and patience

You'd think she'd pester me a little less?

But, no -- she's a dog. She doesn't know the difference.

But I love her even more -- with one leg less.
 

WMW: When I grow up...

This is in response to the prompt from Working Mom Wednesday about What I wanted to be when I grew up -- when I was little.




When I was young, I wanted to be a teacher. After all -- most of the smart adults I knew? Teachers. Seemed like a "smart" bet. I made up lesson plans. I played schoolhouse. As my teachers taught lessons, I thought about how I could do it better. I researched topics. I really, really like learning. Have I mentioned I'm a big nerd?

By middle school, I began to question my teacher plans -- maybe there was something else out there? We had a "job shadowing" day. I decided to shadow a veterinarian. I loved animals, and vets were usually very smart people. That day didn't go so well -- I made it through watching a spay and a neuter as well as finding out that a dog was going to be euthanized. But I fainted when a cat came for a bandage change -- the bandage was stuck through its skull. Ok, I was not cut out to be a vet!

Then, I was super excited when my counselor told me I could take a test that would tell me what careers I should pursue. Yes! A little guidance! I was beginning to feel overwhelmed by the choices, and just wanted someone to tell me "You would make a great x!" Then I got back the results... Big Disappointment. My counselor informed me... "Wow! I've never seen someone rate so highly in all the categories! You can do whatever you want!" Gee. Thanks.

Back to the teacher plan. At least I can teach other people about all the great things I like to learn.

There was a hitch in my plans when I moved from my rural Ohio town to upper middle class suburban Detroit. Suddenly, my plans to become a teacher were not "big" enough. All the college prep kids talked about being either "pre-med" or "pre-law." I had to pick my side. Since I have a *huge* needle phobia, and don't particularly like being around sick people (look how well I did around sick animals!), I started saying "pre-law." I also started hearing this phrase, "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach." Ugh. I guess teaching is for losers.

Then I when to college. And I was overwhelmed and exhilarated. So many things to learn! I double majored. Psychology AND Education. With TWO minors -- Biology and History. Clearly, my true talent is learning. Anything. I just soak it in.

As planned, I became a teacher. But, that did not go so well. I spent two years as a Special Education teacher for high school students. I then became a classic burnout case for Sp. Ed. teachers.

So... back to school. But in WHAT???? Then I found IT. The program for me. Information Science. YES! That's what I love. INFORMATION. I got my Masters in Information Science.

Fast forward to today... I'm an IT geek. And I love it. I get to learn new stuff all the time, solve people's problems, and I'm always surrounded by information. Mmmmmm.... It's so comforting.

People often ask how I went from teaching to IT, but it's really not as far a jump as you think. See?

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Wordless Wednesday: Look at the cute bunny!


My daughter brought home a baby bunny for the night from the her day camp (the Real Life Farm).  We are on cuteness overload!

Monday, July 26, 2010

Post-it Tuesday: Ode to the Bouncy







Grace in small things: Edition 2

Ok. Maybe I won't publish this on Sundays.  I tend to take the weekends off.  At least from blogging.  I'm going to continue my count from last week. Let's see how high I can get by the end of the year!

What is Grace in Small Things?

Schmutzie created Grace in Small Things as a daily reminder to take notice of the positive things we tend to overlook.  Grace in Small Things exists because we are choosing not to allow the noisiness of life to rob us of the time and energy to be mindful of ourselves and those we love and to recognize the grace that exists in small things.

13. Hannah Montana Hoedown Throwdown:  My darling daughter participated in her day camp's talent show this week.  Her friends came up with doing the line dance recently featured in Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus's latest movie.  Since my daughter is not a Hannah Montana fan ("I don't like Hannah Montana! is her usually response...), she did not know the song or the steps.  So, we all learned this dance (thanks youtube!).   It's actually quite catchy -- it might be featured at the next wedding you attend!  Here's the steps if you want to learn!


14. Rice Krispie Sushi:  Rice Krispie squares are awesome.  Ya know what makes them even better?  Add some Swedish fish, gummies, and fruit roll-ups, and Voila!  Rice Krispie Sushi!!!



15. Mountain yoga pose:  When I was younger, I always thought this was a silly pose -- you are just standing!  But my yoga instructer talked this week about this being an "active" not a "passive" pose, and this really rung true with me.  I'm really digging it!

16. Finishing a novel:  Thank you book club!  I finished my first "grown-up" novel in *mumble mumble* years!  I read The Space Between Us by Thrity Umrigar.  Good stuff.

17. Having intelligent discussions about said novel with other adults:  Thank you Book Club, part II! 

18. A successful neighborhood picnic:  After postponing the picnic from Saturday to Sunday because of the *threat* (but no actual) severe thunderstorms, we had a very pleasant neighborhood picnic.  And Sunday ended up being a much better day for the picnic -- the humidity was much, much lower.

19. A good movie that makes you think -- but not too much:  Hubby and I saw Inception.  It was one of those movies where you had to pay attention, but was mostly eye and brain candy.  Cool plot, good acting, but no deep pondering about the ills of society.  Me likey.

20. 97 cent Matchbox cars:  On a recent trip to the store, my son picked out a 97 cent Matchbox car. I admit -- I was trying to placate him while I finished my shopping.  This little orange race car has been with him day and night ever since.  He talks to it, he sleeps with it, and he races to and fro around my house.  Not bad for 97 cents.

21. Kid fishing:  I'm sure you are saying... what?  Kid fishing?  That was my response, too, when my daughter asked to bring in a bag of suckers to day camp for "kid fishing."  Then I witnessed this event.  Picture a barn with two levels, and lots of holes in the slats of the ceiling/floor.  Kid fishing starts when a kid runs up to the upper level, ties a treat to a string, and dangles it down through a hole or a crack.  Imagining the rest now?  I've come upon the kids being "fished" many times when I've come to pick up my daughter.  It is hilarious!

22. Picking out the perfect gift:  My 6-year-old daughter attended a friend's birthday party on Sunday. We went shopping on Thursday for a gift. When I don't know a kid, I'll tend toward a "safe" gift like a game.  However, my daughter informed me her friend was a tomboy, and really liked Legos. So, we picked out a Legos set (and I was disappointed to find that all the legos sets were very "boyish").  We ended up with a castle set.   Granny attended the party with my daughter -- she informed me that the birthday girl tossed aside the "girly" gifts, but said a big "Thank You" for the Legos set -- it was a match for one she already has!  I'm proud my daughter is so attentive to her friends' likes and dislikes.

23. Cakewalks:  We tried a cakewalk at our neighborhood picnic for the first time this year.  I've never done one before, so I was a little unsure about it.  It was a HUGE hit! 

24. Sucker trees:  Someone mentioned you can't have a Cakewalk without a Sucker tree!  Ya know the game ... where you pull out a sucker with a color on the bottom and get a prize!!?? So, we did a sucker tree, too.  Not only was this a hit -- we had some kids who were obsessed!  I'm going to need to give out tickets next time so that we limit the number of suckers the kids can take!

Thursday, July 22, 2010

My little piece of heaven

This is my response to the Mama Kat's prompt: Post a picture and a description that fits into this quote for you:

“How far to heaven? Just open your eyes and look. You are in heaven”

-Shankar*

Mama's Losin' It

*Warning: I'm in a snarky mood.

Ah, yes, I live in my little piece of heaven, AKA suburban Detroit.  Why is this place so amazing?  let me tell you...


Because -- clearly -- heaven is where all the good American patriots live.


And the checkered overall buddha lives here, too.  We rub his belly every time we go to his temple.



Plus, we have wide open spaces...



And classic cars!



And the outpouring of love and terms of endearment are everywhere.

 Sealing the deal -- I know this is heaven because
I know where the other place is.

It's about 45 minutes west of here.


Which, by the way, is a really fun place!



Well, maybe not for everyone....

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

WMW: 5 daily conversations with my kids

This is in response to Working Mother Wednesday's prompt: Top 5 things you say to your kids on a daily basis.






As I started to write these down, I realized that I don't just have things that I say to my kids. We have mini-rote conversations. It's like our own little spoken rituals.

1: Momma gets rhetorical
Momma: "How many things can I do at once?"

Kid: "one. But..."
Both my kids know the correct answer. I cannot multitask. When the barrage of requests and questions start, I blurt this out.

2: Avoiding multiple trips up and down the stairs

Momma or Daddy: "Who needs clothes?" Common question asked from the top of the stairs. The kids are already downstairs watching TV. Are they clothed or still in PJ's?

Zero to two kids: "Me!" Followed by a parent gathering clothes as needed.
Momma or Daddy: "Here you go!" Tossing of clothes from the top of the stairs.
Kids: "Thanks!"
3: Poop

Momma: "Where are you supposed to poop?" Asked while changing my son's poopy diaper.

Son: "In the potty."

Momma: "Where did you poop?"

Son: "In my diaper."
He looks at me with that mischievous smile. We have been struggling with getting our son to do #2 in the potty for 6 months. He wears underwear all day -- and stays dry. We put him in a diaper at night because he can't hold it all night (his bladder is the size of a pea). Literally 5 minutes after he gets the diaper on, he poops. We repeat this conversation every night. For the last 2 months, he has not received a treat after dinner because he refuses to poop in the potty.
4: Bedtime threats

Momma: "...or no stories!" The standard threat to get my son to get moving to bed faster. Usually works like a charm.

Son: "Noooooooo!"

5: Good night

Momma: "Good night sweetie."

Son: "Good night momma."

Momma: "I love you."

Son: "I love you momma."
Momma: "Don't call downstairs asking for anything else, OK?"
Son: "Ok, momma. I won't. Can I play in my bed?"

Momma: "5 minutes."

Son: "Ok. I'll count to 5."

Momma: "Night-night."

Son: "Night-night."

I walk back downstairs to read a book with my daughter. Within 5 minutes:

Son: "Momma?!!"

Wordless Wednesday: Silly Zany Bandz!


Has the craze hit your kid?

Monday, July 19, 2010

Grace in small things, Edition 1

I decided to post a weekly edition of "Grace in small things."  I'm going to try to do this on Sundays, but I'm a little late this week. Schmutzie recommends posting 5 per day for a whole year.  I think I'll post one day a week, and post as many items as I want -- 5 at least! 

What is Grace in Small Things?

Schmutzie created Grace in Small Things as a daily reminder to take notice of the positive things we tend to overlook.

Why?

Grace in Small Things exists because we are choosing not to allow the noisiness of life to rob us of the time and energy to be mindful of ourselves and those we love and to recognize the grace that exists in small things.

Here's my list for the week:

1. Downward dog yoga pose.  Feels so good.
2. Flossing. Darling daughter learned how to floss -- and loves it.
3. Sympathy pet attention.  Annabelle got lots of extra attention at the neighborhood rock concert in the park ("Backyard Beats") as a 3-legged dog. She soaked it up.
4. Running into a friend. My 3-year-old son takes me by the arm at Backyard Beats, announcing "My friend!  Let's go see my friend!  There!  In the orange shirt!" He is so excited. One of his buddies from day camp lives in the neighborhood, and he's found the boy.  "Can he come to our house to play NOW?"
5. Momma's summer reading program. Momma and darling daughter toss the library's hokey summer reading program with too many rules, and create "Momma's summer reading program."  Momma's reading program has one rule:  Read books.
6. Day camp crafts. After refusing to do any crafts at day camp, son completes his first craft -- painting a T-Shirt blue and pink.  He's so proud of his work, he takes his shirt to bed.  Not wearing it -- just displaying it on the bed.
7.  Gnocchi.  Hubby made gnocchi for dinner last Thursday.  Yum.
8.  Positive mid-year reviews.  I got a positive mid-year review from my new boss on Friday!
9.  Hulk hands. My son loves to play-fight with daddy with the Hulk Hands. "You won't like me when I'm angry!"
10. Rewatching Zombieland with hubby on Wii Netflix. Double Tap!
11. City chicken for dinner. Hubby made city chicken for dinner on Sunday!  Mmmm... comfort food from my childhood.
12. My stomache tolerating the sweetest sweet corn on the cob.  I ate a little bit (and then a little bit more) of the sweetest corn on the cob bought fresh in the morning from the farmer's market -- and my stomache did not revolt.  It was heavenly. Yay!

Post-it Tuesday: Zombieland





Must Have Monday: Over-the-head headphones

Most people seem to use the little nubs that you stuff in your ear to listen to their ipod, talk on the phone, or plug into their laptop.  But I can't stand those little things.  I don't want anything stuffed in my ear.  I like the feeling of a nice pair of kushy over-the-head headphones.  When I recently got my IP softphone set up for my work laptop (so that I can use my desk phone from anywhere I have an Internet connection), I bought a nice pair of headphones.  They also work nice to listen to pandora.com when the incessant beeping starts

I thought that my love of over-the-head headphones was just a quirk, but now I'm thinking it's genetic.  My husband recently gifted my 6-year-old daughter his old ipod.  She was way excited, but had a hard time with the wrap-around-your-ear headphones (and the ear nubs did not fit in her little ears).  So, I purchased her a pink pair of over-the-head headphones to match her pink ipod (we also bought her a new cover for the ipod -- she wasn't so keen on daddy's black spiderweb motif). 

She was geeked when they arrived.  She immediately was grooving to tunes on her ipod. Funkytown is her current favorite song.

Then, she wrote momma a story titled, The Ipod and the Head Fon


The story goes something like this: 

The Ipod and the head fon were best friends, but they got lost in the storm (a big tornado).  But they found each other again, and played in the grass.  The End.


Sunday, July 18, 2010

"PC Load Letter"? What the &%#! does that mean?

As part of my duties as the Social Committee chair for my HOA, I needed to get 500 flyers printed today at the maximus of office supply stores. In order to save my little Village as much money as possible, I head on over to the self serve copiers, but I first confer with the copier department person.

"If I need two-sided copies, do I have to pay nine cents for each side, or is there some kind of discount."  Says me, hoping you get some kind of credit for not wasting paper...

"Nope. Nine cents per copy, per side.  Forty nine cents per copy if you use the color copier over there."

Ouch. Oh, well. I head over to the black and white copier (I knew I couldn't afford color).  I take out my grayscale flyer that I printed out on my inkjet at home. I do a test copy.  UGH.  It looks like crap.  I thought copiers were supposed to have improved in the last thirty years????

Back to the lady-who-should-not-be-bothered.

"Excuse me.  I'm trying to copy my flyer here, but the quality is very poor.  Can you help me?  The last time I was here, the guy [at the copier department] set me up at the color copier with it copying in black and white."  I try to move things forward, without seeming like I'm doing her job.

She seems a little annoyed now.  "Those copiers should work fine for black and white.  You might have to adjust the contrast."

"Can you help me?"  I try to look pathetic.

She comes over, takes my flyer, and does a test copy.  It looks like crap.  She adjusts the contrast 2-3 more times.  It still looks like crap.  She adjusts the contrast one more time -- and I think she whispers something in Parseltongue to the copier.  The next copy looks OK, but the edges are still fuzzy.  She proudly displays her work. "That's about as good as you'll get!" 

How inspiring. 

I cave, and decide to go with the fuzzy version.  I get my preferred copy paper -- shiny happy orange -- and put it in the copier.  I cautiously select to print 300.  They start.  I check the first 30.  They have streaks through the entire page.  I cancel the print.

"So sorry, but I need your help again.  Now there are streaks through the copy."  Considering I think she has already spoken to the copier in snake language, I'm hoping she will not pull out a wand and want to dual. But now I'm getting a little annoyed myself.  Snake lady looks at me in disbelief.  Like I changed something -- on purpose -- to ruin my copies.  She removes my shiny happy orange paper, and prints out another test page on white paper.  Streaks.  She moves over to the next black and white copier.  She prints out 3 or 4 test copies. 

Guess what they look like?  Hint: it rhymes with map, and smells bad.

At this point, snake lady studies my flyer original. She mumbles something about how it is really blue, not black and white, and that is confusing the copiers.  I explain how I printed it out in black and white on my home inkjet, but she just sneers.  I didn't know copiers could be confused.

She now announces she has a solution!  She will just put me on the color copier, and set it to black and white. 

What a novel idea!  Don't you love it when people announce they have a great idea... and give you back the one you gave the less than an hour ago?

First test copy -- perfect.  I get my shiny happy orange paper back, and I'm rolling.  Verrrrrrry sloowwwwwwly. The color copier grinds through my 500 copies at a snails pace, but I finally get to the end of the first side.  Then, I take my stack and put them back in the paper tray. And I'm rolling again! One hundred flyers are done! Ahhh.... finally making progress! 

But, wait. The copier stops.  Is it out of shiny happy orange paper?  No.  It says...

"Error.  Replace consumables."

WHAT????  What is this copier consuming?  Maybe it is a snake... and it's hungry!

Great.  Now I have to call back the Parselmouth. 

After giving me the "What now?" look, she comes and reads the screen, then reads a few more screens.She opens up the belly of the beast.  Is it consuming an ink cartridge? Nope. She announces, "I have to replace a drum."  Copiers have drums? Replaceable ones? I guess so.

First, she fumbles with the "drum" trying to pull it out, then she realizes she has not flipped some unlocking mechanism first.  She finally gets the drum out.  Then she looks for a replacement.  Then she looks some more. Then she wanders around aimlessly for a while.  Then she looks some more.

Really?  Making copies should not be this difficult.

She announces she'll have to go in back for the part.  I already know the part is not back there. 

I wait ... and wait... and wait.  I think about being rambunctious and pulling out the rest of the "drums," but I leave the copier alone.  Impatiently waiting.

Finally, her coworker tells me that she's coming back (they've got those earpieces in), and will finish the job on the full service copiers. 

She just figured that out?  Blah.  I'm so over this!

I hand her my flyers and explain that they just need the second side copied.  She looks at me with disdain, "Oh, well you should have just set up the printer for two-sided then."

Yep.  That would have solved all my problems.

I now watch as she takes my flyers back and forth between 4 different copiers.  She announces that paper should not go through copiers twice.  She shows me how the copiers have chewed up the paper that has been run through twice. I say, in as meek a voice as possible, that I had already ran 100 flyers through the color copier on the second side and they came through fine.

I think I'm starting to hear the Parseltongue more clearly now.  The copiers are talking directly to her.  They don't like me!  I want to run, but she has my flyers!

"I'll have to start over your job from scratch. I'll do it on my machines.  It will go fast." She announces with some pride in her voice.

I really don't have a choice, do I? 

Start over.  I've been imprisoned here with the enchanted copiers and the snake lady for one and a half hours.  And now she is starting my job over.

Plus -- all my shiny happy orange paper is gone.  Used up.  Eaten by the snake charmed copiers.  I'll have to make due with day-glo green.

I wait.  She finishes my job.  She gives me a fancy box that says "Impress" on the top.  I'm not sure how to take that. She doesn't give me a receipt.

"Do I need a receipt?"  I ask, trying not to look her in the eyes.

"Just tell the cashier you have 500.  And you can keep those 100 orange ones.  I don't care." She shushes me away. I just lost two hours to this god-forsaken place -- those extra free copies sure made up for that!

Then a chilling thought passes over me:  maybe she was really protecting me from the copiers -- not controlling them?



I'll never know.

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Friday, July 16, 2010

Friday fill-ins: mindfulness, Eeyore, and sleep

And...here we go!


1. This is what life does. It lets you get all caught up in the details and then you have to consciously remember what is most important.

2. Can I practice a little more mindfulness?  I can appreciate the moment?

3. Upon reflection after my first attempts at mediation this week, I have realized that the mind is difficult to silence and easy to distract.

4. "Oh, Eeyore, you are wet!" said Piglet, feeling him. Eeyore shook himself, and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what happened when you had been inside a river for quite a long time. -- Zen Philosophy by the grumpy but lovable Eeyore.
 
5. Later, you wake up surrounded by guests -- two children stealing the blankets, a cat meowing for attention, a dog warming your feet -- and an unawakened hubby.

6. Bhima walked with her box of possessions along the beach to the far and boundless sea. (I just finished the book The Space Between Us.  A good read!)

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to catching up on all my To Do's, tomorrow my plans include shopping for the neighborhood picnic and taking my kids to swim lessons and Sunday, I want to sleep in!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

I want to start a fight on Facebook.

But I won't.

Every time I see one of those "93% of you will not re-post this," primal rage erupts out of me.

Today, it inspired Dr. Seuss. Today, I want to have this status:

I will not paste back your post.
I could not, would not, to save the gulf coast.
I would not, could not, to see MJ's ghost.
I would not post it for a free pair of socks.
I would not post it to cure smallpox.
I would not post it here or there.
I would not post it anywhere!
I would not re-post your cute facebook status.
I do not like it, am I callus?

Here's a smidgen of the facebook posts that I refuse to repost, copied and pasted just for you:

Cut and paste politics

"[YOUR NAME] thinks that no one should die because they cannot afford health care, and no one should go broke because they get sick. If you agree, please post this as your status for the rest of the day.”


"While you SCREAM at your woman, there's a man wishing he could talk softly to her ear...While you HUMILIATE, OFFEND and INSULT her, there's a man flirting with her and reminding her how wonderful she is. While you HURT your woman, there's a man wishing he could make love to her. While you make your women CRY there's a man stealing smiles from her... Post this on your wall if you're against Domestic Violence"

Cut and paste families

Before you were conceived, I wanted you. Before you were born, I loved you. Before you were an hour old, I would die for you. This is the miracle of life, and the power of love. Put this on your status if you have children you love more than life itself.


If your Dad is your hero, whether you are blessed to have your Dad still with you, or he has gone to be with the Lord, copy and paste this with his name.


IT'S SISTER or SISTERS, WEEK !!!!! If you have one sister or more who makes your life interesting and fun AND is a blessing to your life generally makes your life worth living by being around. Copy and paste this to your status.


It's Nieces and Nephews Week. If you have nieces and nephews who give you fun in your life and who are a blessing in your life, copy and paste this to your status with their names.


I am a cook, a housekeeper, a parent, a teacher, a referee, a nanny, a nurse, a handy man, a maid, security, and a comforter. I don't get holiday, sick pay, or a day off, I work through the day and some of the night, I am under paid and over worked now tell me t...hat... YOUR job is harder then mine. Repost this if you're a MOM! WORD TO THE MOMMIES~ ♥ my JOB!!


If your Mom is your hero, your best friend or just the best mother ever, whether you are blessed to have your Mom still with you, or if she is an Angel in Heaven, copy and paste this into your status and let everyone know you are proud of your Mom and love her dearly ♥ Thanks for always being there Mom...I love you very much!!!!!!
If you have a husband who makes your life interesting and fun, who is your best friend and who has been with you through thick and thin, who has been a blessing in your life and who you are proud to be married to - copy and paste this to your status...
Cut and paste friends

If there's a person on your FB who makes your world a better place just because they exist, who you would not have met without the Internet....post this on their wall ?? You are a wonderful friend!


I am blessed to have more then one true friend, but still not gonna do it.......A true friend doesn't care if your house is untidy, your car makes funny noises, if you only have $5.00 in the bank this week, or that your family is not perfect...they love you for who you are. A true friend can go long periods of time without speaking and never question their friendship. REPOST if you are blessed enough to have at least one true friend.


Let's see who is paying attention .... Every single one of you are on my Friend list as a result of a conscious decision. I am not only glad to count you as friends but also as family! Let's see who in my Friends list actually pays ........attention. Copy and paste this in your status. I will be ... watching to see who responds....

Cut and paste patriotism

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ If you support our troops then please post this on your status and leave it there for one hour. There should be no excuses from anyone!!!! This should appear in everyones status. Please do this for... the ones that make this the Home of the Free because of the Brave!!!! ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆


Bra colors made FaceBook news BUT WILL THIS? Let's support our FIREFIGHTERS AND POLICE OFFICERS. If you support our FIREFIGHTERS and POLICE OFFICERS then please post this on your status and leave it there for one hour. There should be no excuses from anyone!!
Cut and paste proselytizing

I am a Christian and proud to say it! Let's see how many people on FB aren't afraid to show their love for Jesus! Repost this as your status.
Cut and paste guilt

Very sadly, most of you probably won't copy and paste this. Will you do it and leave it on your status for at least an hour? It's Special Education week, and this is in honour of all the kids who need a little extra help & understanding ♥ We all need a little extra help sometimes...


There comes a time in life when you just have to let go of all the pointless drama and the people who create it; surround yourself with people who make you laugh so hard you forget the bad & focus solely on the good~Life is too short to be anything but happy...REPOST IF YOU AGREE

Cut and paste ... my blog post!

Well, I've managed to cut and paste 93% of my post today!  Bwahahahaha!  Take that you facebook chain posts!

What does this mean?  Oh, no... I'm sooo unoriginal.  Did I have an original thought here?  Or did I just cut and paste other people's crap?  Oh, well.  It looks like I plagiarized a whole lot of crap.  And that's what it is.

This cut and paste was brought to by....

Mama Kat's writing workshop.

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