Saturday, November 03, 2007

I Got to Get My Props

The magic word this week, was "sin". It was tough to think of what I could do with that. So, me being me, I decided to go ahead and cheat. Yes, I understand that we are supposed to take the photos ourselves, but I'm using really blurry pictures that someone else took of me and my brother and my cousins in the late seventies.

There is nothing more sinful then letting your kid walk around in public wearing two different shades of red and fashioning her hair like Robert Plant in 1969. No wonder I have so many issues now.

Today the girls and I were all in a mellow tone. We cleaned some, but mostly we lounged around. Coadster stayed home from school on Thursday and still wasn't quite up to snuff today. I couldn't fault her for lying on the couch most of the day watching college football, and drinking ginger ale.

Oh yeah. I am so bad about doing the blog fun stuff. A couple of different people gave me props for my blog in the last month, and I forgot to mention it. So, thanks to Not Fainthearted and Lady Who Doesn't Lunch. It's not that I don't appreciate it, I do. It's just that those kind of compliments make me uncomfortable and plus I'm too lame to figure out how to post picture tags of the awards on my sidebar. That having been said, I'm doing the NaBloPoMo thing again this year where you commit to writing a blog post every day for the month of November. I'm usually not very good with commitments, but this one's easy seein's how I write a post pretty much every day all year round. Some guy last year was calling it NaBloMe and I liked it so much, I said it until it wasn't funny anymore. This year, I plan on saying it so much, that it becomes funny again. So, you can all just NaBloMe.

This morning Stinky's friends played Guitar Hero. I was pretty sure I was going to clean up, but I was surprised that all those girls were kicking ass on the hard and expert levels. Damn kids, with their youthful manual dexterity, and finely honed reflexes making me look lame. Jaysus! For those of you who have babies, you know how they tell you to get your kid to pick-up Cheerios to help improve their fine motor skills? Don't listen to them, all it's going to do is give your children the skills they need to soundly kick your ass at Guitar Hero 576 when they're teenagers. Believe me, I know of what I speak.

Now, I must take my leave. I'm having another Saturday night, staying at home, date with myself and there are movies to watch, video games to be played and books to be read. Thank god I get an extra hour tonight.

8 comments:

Not Fainthearted said...

Hey! Hope the date night was good and you treated yourself to some really good movies, games and refreshing adult beverages.

Mr Atrocity said...

I'm looking forward to getting my ass kicked by Tinseltroos when Guitar Hero III on the Wii turns up in a few weeks. I will rock my hardest though, I promise.

dmarks said...

Love it. I have a bunch of photos like that from the same period, and they have that same amber brown? glow. Without even looking at the clothes, you can tell when they are from!

I wonder if they are taking advance orders for "Bassoon Hero".

evil-e said...

I do like the take on sin....I was unaware that two different reds were a sin, but hey, I'm a guy.

MrManuel said...

Hard and Expert?!?! Jesus Christ! The easy songs on Hard level is about as good as I can do...

I don't even notice the 2 different shades....

Margaret said...

you can take the cherios away, but they'll just find little bits of cat food

Churlita said...

Not,

There ended up being some kid drama, so maybe next week.

Mr.,

I'm warning you, it's super addictive.

DMarks,

I would prefer oboe hero, myself.

Evil-E,

Yeah, you're right. Knowing that is a girl thing.

Mr Manuel,

I know. I totally got schooled by those kids.

Margaret,

What is that? Kids won't eat anything good for them, but they'll do anything for cat food.

laura b. said...

If dressing bad is a sin, then call me a sinner! Great use of this theme.
It is awesome that you and your girls have common interests. Not all moms and kids do.