Monday Potluck

14 Jun

What What, a blog post that’s entirely created to random thoughts and ideas.  Now that’s my type of post.  This is my first potluck and it took me one week to read and re-read what this is exactly about.  I think I got it!  Just make up my own random stuff and post.  So here goes:

Hi, my name is Queen B and I’m the queen of bitchin’.  Those who know me know that I can’t cook, therefore I’m bringing boiled eggs to the potluck.  Hope you enjoy ’em!

What the hell was I thinking taking all three of my girls grocery shopping.  Midway into shopping the twins got fidgety and restless, so I did what any mother would do to shut them up.  I got a bananana out of the basket, peeled it and gave it to them to eat.  Much to the dismay of their 6-year-old big sister:

“Are you going to pay for that” she asked.

“Well yes I am, don’t you see I have the bananas in the basket” I replied.

“I don’t know how you’re going to pay for the ones they eat.  You know what’s that called right?” she proceeded.

I know where she’s going with this conversation but I try to ignore her.  “What kind of cereal do you want?” I attempted to change the topic.

“Fruit loops.  I want you to know if you let them eat those bananas and you don’t pay first, that’s called stealing.  Mema said we don’t steal.  Jesus does not like stealers”  she ranted.

I replied, “You are absolutely right, but if you don’t tell anyone about the bananas, I won’t tell anyone  about the bag of hot fries you’re chomping on!” We shake hands and it’s a deal.

I’ve got to start keeping an extra supply of batteries in the house.  Sweetness had company and her friend wanted to play with her leapster but the batteries in it were dead.  To keep the happiness going (because you know how quickly playtime with 5 & 6 year old girls can turn for the worst) I ran to “moms secret chest” and got some batteries out of  one of my “personal” gadgets.  Before you judge, It doesn’t matter where the batteries came from, all that’s important is that mom saved the day!!

My poor husband being the minority species, finds solace in basketball, xbox and “daddy time”.  He just can’t catch a break.  Even our dogs are bitches.

Don’t people know that CONVERSATE is not a word!  It drives me nuts when people say this word. Please correct them if you hear this word being used!

I know my cookings is bad, but what does it mean when the dogs won’t even eat my scrambled eggs?

While cleaning her room, I realized my sweetness hoarded my lip glosses in her capri sun backpack.  She was like a mobile cosmetic counter at school.  Wonder what her hustle will be now that school is over?

Shoutout to Hwillmama for encouraging me to participate and June Cleaver Nirvana for starting this silliness and for the how-to’s and the badges!

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4 Responses to “Monday Potluck”

  1. I am loving the Battery Confession, also My husband loves to go grocery shopping and he loves to take our toddler with him. They love it.

  2. Texasholly June 15, 2010 at 1:15 am #

    So it would be wrong of me to make CONVERSATE the word I am working into conversation next week?…ha. THAT is annoying.

    Thanks for potluckin’!

  3. leaking crazy June 15, 2010 at 3:03 am #

    i’m sort of a fan of conversate and any other made up word. but i’ll try not to use it here. don’t want to ruffle your feathers! 😉

    i can’t remember the last time i shopped with all three kids. your post has reminded me that not shopping with three kids is a good commitment to have!

  4. stacey@Havoc&Mayhem June 16, 2010 at 2:25 pm #

    I’ve never heard anyone use conversate yet, but I’ll be keeping my ears open to pounce on it when someone does.

    I take batteries out of anything I can find when I need them. I think there are about 4 AA batteries in the whole house & they just get moved from item to item as needed.

    Welcome to potluck!

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