Viewer Discretion is Advised

I love the new show GLEE. Love it, love it, love it. So funny. But I do not recommend it, if you watch it, you do so of your own accord. Some parts are a little riskay, not to much for my liking, but some people might be sensitive. And if you judge me for liking this show then you are not my true friend and you should not be creepin' on my blog.

He cracks me up! I just love him.

I love him too. I hope he is not actually high school age, that would be creepy. As a side note: I think he would make a great vampire, he just has that look.

It's 6:30pm Do You Know Where Your Kids Are?

I totally know where my kids are ... sleeping. Oh yeah, that's right sleeping. They are not just in bed they are BOTH out. And it's AWWESSOME (said in a high girly voice). Anywho, now what to do with myself ... facebook? Watch TV? Man I am already bored without the kids. Don't worry though I'll make it through.

NOTE: Above pic, not my child. (seeing as neither Bart nor I are not of Asian descent, although I kinda wish I were cause those babies are so stinkin' cute).

In My Opinion

One thing I really love to do is buy new products. I've had my fair share of crappy products that don't work like the commercial made me believe, but there is nothing like when the product work just like the infomercial. Oh, ya! It's the best. So here is my review of a recent product I tried.

First of all, they were so much fun to stab on to my toilet. Perhaps it was the stabbing motion I enjoyed (does that make me a physco?). But other than the stabbing, they did not live up to the hype (the hype that I created in my own mind, you know, for a product that would allow me to never clean my toilet again).
So not only did I still have to clean my toilet, after 2 days of a nice little gel disc under the rim, the gel started to run and it looked like Ethan spit toothpaste into the toilet. Bart actually thought it was gum, and he told me he was ready to get mad at the kids for putting gum in the toilet.
So I would say pass.

A Little Flattery Can Go a Long Way.

So I get a phone call tonight that goes as follows:
Me : Hello.
Lady : Is your mom or dad there?
(Yes! I sound like a young girl!)
Me : uhhhhhhhh, I am the mom or dad.
Lady : You sounds so young, laugh laugh.
Me : Laugh , laugh oh, thank you that makes me feel good.
Lady : Can I ask you to volunteer your time to canvas 25 houses in your ......... blah, blah, blah.
(I listened and was polite about it, after all she totally complimented me)
Me : No thank you .... Blah, blah, blah.
Lady : May I ask why?
(now normally this is the part where I freak out on the lady and tell her it is ABSOLUTELY NONE of her business why I POLITELY said no. But instead I said,
Me : Well I volunteer at least 2 hours a week at church and school and my husband volunteers minimum 10 hours a week, so I am not going to volunteer for you.
Lady : Okay, thanks, bye.

So my entire point is, I didn't freak on her because a little flattery goes a long way.

I Buckle Under Pressure

Geez I don't know what to say. I feel like my first blog after 2 months should be a doozee (any other spelling suggestions), but in reality I got nothing. Really ... actually nothin'. But next blog will definitely be more enthralling. I bring my standard way down so that little is expected of me in the future.