Archive for Christmas
No you CAN NOT have an Easter freaking Egg.
Fuck me dead.
(he he he, that’ll go down well with my new p0rn status, hey Mountainmama? )
The tiny terrorist was with me shopping today.
And they were putting out the Easter Eggs. On a stinking hot January day.
Easter-fucking-EGGS!
The kid was begging for one. Well, 1. you can’t eat dairy and those sad-excuse-for-chocolate eggs […]
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Ta Da!
It’s done.
Despite the best efforts of the universe to prevent it’s erection (*snigger* I said erection…. shuddup, I am delirious) the cubby is finally up.
Apparently you don’t need instructions, or the right amount of materials, or pre warning that you will need specialist drill bits, a kick arse professional strength drill and a circular saw […]
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I need to urinate….
Day 2 of the Great House Extension Cubby Building of 2007.
There has been much bitching and kvetching and gnashing of jaws.
Every now and then there is a call of ‘I need to urinate’
And that person is found playing on the Wii.
The Wii that has been named ‘Jesus’ in honour of the season. Born on […]
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Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
And he is a generous bastard.
But her his mother can’t cook turkey for shit. Dry, fucking indigestible strings of wood chip goodness. She Santa needed the reminder of why she he cooked Christmas dinner every year since she he was 19.
And has no memory of Christmas dinner as a child. Was probably […]
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Ho Ho Ho! A greeting, not a statement…
Well it is Christmas Eve.
The kids are playing on the playstation. Little do they know that the poor ol’ PS2 will be relagated to the scrap heap tomorrow with the arrival of the Wii and shiny new computers.
The cubby is here. After a concerted effort by MPS and on the threat of bringing Boo to […]
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A mummy and daddy’s Christmas.
A Mummy Christmas:
Sometime in August….
Shit, Christmas is coming better start buying stuff and budgeting.
October:
OK, getting this and this and this for the kids. Start shopping.
November:
Take the items back to the store cause the kids have changed their minds.
December:
Write Christmas cards, organise who, what and when for Christmas Day.
Buy, wrap and sort presents for a […]
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Simple pleasures
Boo shouldn’t drink orange juice. It makes him a little silly.
Today I let him have some.
He swooned.
He drank it and said:
‘I love orange juice. I will make a club for orange juice drinkers’
and then he made a powerpoint presentation about it.
Sigh.
Perspective.
Simple pleasures.
Beautiful Boo.
It will be OK. You are right. All of you. He will be […]
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Dear Mr Toy Manufacturer
Dear Mr Toy Manufacturer,
Or can I just call you Capitalist Bastard CB for short? Ta. I assume that you are male, as no woman who does 99% of the present wrapping of the world would be so fucking stupid as to allow toys to be shaped as they are.
Balls I can cope with. […]
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Yeah, I am a pussy.
Me-fucking-oow.
We bought Boo a cubby for Christmas.
This one.
Now look at the picture. What do you think we get for our fucking $1100.
The top.
Not the poles, not the sandpit underneath and no freaking way are we getting the slide and God Forbid that ladder.
I am pissed.
But not pissed enough to actually fight for my rights it […]
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Even Santa is a bureaucrat.
Seems these days you have to fill out a freaking form for everything.
Except to have kids.
Any fuckwit can go get up the duff and completely screw up a child and raise the next Charles Manson/Osama Bin Laden/Britney Spears.
But I digress….
Last year I received this in the mail from Santa.
Fat bastard needs this before he will […]
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