I have been tagged and/or approved to steal about four different memes, and I think that I shall be saving them all for days in November when I am running a little low on brain batteries.
Crap, I think I'm gonna need more than four.
I find myself using the word crap quite often, I have no idea why.
But I do know that Mr. P keeps saying "Dammit!" and I place the blame squarely on the broad shoulders of his father. He lets that word slip into his vocabulary quite often. Hubba-hubba tried to blame kids at school, but I know better. Every time he tries to do something and it doesn't go right, dammit comes out loud and clear. I suppose it is better than the f-bomb, but still. If I have to give up all my cussing, it's only fair he does the same.
My mother told me to ignore it when Mr. P says it, that he will like getting a reaction. To me, it just seems like tacit approval, and how will I ever win mother of the year if my son goes around his Lutheran preschool bellowing "Dammit" every time he doesn't tag somebody out on the playground? It places my award in some serious jeopardy.
And on a totally different note, because October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, my hetero life partner Sunshine is honoring her friend Teresa, a breast cancer survivor (yay!) by holding a contest. And people, it is so easy to participate. Just go to this post on her blog, and leave a comment that fits the rules listed, which are easy. If you do this by noon Central time Nov. 1, you will have a chance to win a fabulous shirt designed by none other than Mrs. Sunshine herself. And let me tell you, her shirts are awesome, I plan on ordering some for Christmas gifts this year.
So, go now!