After looking back over my blog for the past month I’ve decided that this is what I may as well start calling Dude #1 and Dude #2, The Others.
Because collectively they have shown up on my blog a total of, um, let me just count this up here…
For the nearly-over entire month of January they made ONE appearance.
I’m ashamed really
okay I’m not, but it sounded like the right thing to say to even admit their total lack of existence in my little corner of the blogosphere.
Because it’s not like they haven’t been here in real life.
They have (ignore all rumblings you may have heard about a blogging mom attempting to sell her kids on the black market).
Making watching American Idol, or finishing up my articles, or posting on my blog, or thinking straight without someone YELLING IN MY FACE virtually impossible.
They are taking up such a huge part of my life at the moment (well the middle one is at least) that I’m probably blocking out their existence, like some sort of PTSD response to my day.
Or, maybe I’ve not featured them much because the small one is just so stinkin’ cute the camera finds him naturally.
It’s not natural, it’s totally intentional.
But, seriously, only because it was his birthday this month
and because he is totally the cutest at the moment.
And maybe because Mister-I-can’t-tear-myself-away-from-a-book-for-one-bloody-second is so eager to be photographed.
Yeahright (but he is handsome, isn’t he?).
At least I can always count on Mr..Photogenic for one thing (well one thing other than telling me he has “the worstest wife EVER!”, and by wife he actually means Life, but L is still hard for him to pronounce which makes statements like this more hilarious than they are sad, which just further pisses him off).
Yeah, I said it.
But only because he did.
But, while we’re on the subject of making an entrance, let me just go ahead and introduce you to a new element debuting on PBD.
It’s actually just a new twist on an old favorite, because, you know, I’m getting bored, and if I’m getting bored you must be darn near to tears at this point.
So, without further adieu, let me introduce you to Thank Me Later Thursdays!
It’s a meme (that’s the word, right, for when I make up an idea that is ridiculously dope and encourage all of you to love it and prove it by writing about it too?) in which you get to tell a lovely
unappreciative someone what an awesome job you did on their behalf so that they can thank you for it.
Now this can be a for reals thank me, like to your mom for that time you stepped on the toilet paper that was stuck to her shoe instead of letting her drag it all over her retirement party.
But, it’s also for other times.
Like let’s say you pick up a classmate from college (who’s not really a friend) from the train station even though it’s rush hour, it’s pouring, your five month old is screaming his head off in the back seat, and you are starving because you didn’t have time to grab a bite before starting the trip from Hell. And, when you finally arrive to retrieve the-largely-unimportant-person-who-you-are-helping-outta-the-kindness-of-your-heart she slams your car door and says, “Gawd, could you take any longer?”
She would deserve a Thank Me Later Thursday Post.
Or, let’s say, hypothetically, that you call Wal-Mart (cringe) and ask if you can return something edible if you have the receipt and the gum popping
imbecile clerk on the phone confirms that you can. So you get in your car along with your three kids and drive 20 minutes to the craphole store where you proceed to wait in line for 25 more minutes while the toothless broad in the shower cap and obviously-stolen-from-the-nail-shop flip flops argues with the clerk (who is the same gum popping one from the phone) about a rain check (what is that even?). When you finally get up there your baby has diarrhea up to his collar and your other two boys are whining about having to stand so long and the gum popping F-face from the phone says to you, “Nu-uh, we cain’t take back no kinds a food.” And, instead of leaping over the counter and shoving the gum straight down her throat to her small intestine you listen to her ignorant story about how “you coulda had poisoneded them or sumpin’”.
She can Thank You Later because she totally deserved that punch in the face and you both know it.
Or, you can allow us to thank you later and just be all helpful and give us some much needed advice, like how to paint a bathroom without effing it up, or how to bake lasagna without effing it up, or how to raise a kid without effing it up.
See where I’m going with this?
So post yours on you blog, link back to me,
add my button when I finally come up with one, and come here on Thursday to link up.
And, I don;t even care if it’s just like a Thank Me Later shout out embedded (even deeply) in another post about something else entirely.
Make it work for you.
I’m easy, remember?!