New Looks, Gagging, and Stinkards
A New Look
Well, what do you think??? I just figured out how to add pictures for my blog intro. So, I revamped my whole look and came up with something a little fiery and fresh. I like it.
I will probably change it again in about 3 months. I started blogging last July and have changed my "look" 3 times now. Oh well!
Livermush
Yea, you read that correctly. A couple of days ago, CJ and I had the opportunity to go on a breakfast date together. Mom was in town and really wanted to make sure that CJ and I could have an hour or two to ourselves. Ever the explorer (now), we decided that we should try this little diner down the road. There's always a ton of cars sitting in their parking lot. Walking in, it became very obvious that this was the "good ole boys" hang out. The sign on the door, written in crayon, "Smoke Free Sundays, 10am-3" should have been a giveaway to me. But CJ really wanted to try this place out.
I did well until we hit the menu and read the words "livermush." Friends, it was ALL over the menu. Eggs, hashbrowns and a side of livermush. Hotcakes and a side of livermush. Egg sandwich, including eggs, cheese, and you guessed it... livermush.
Of course, this totally intrigued CJ. He had to ask the waitress what it was all about. The look on her face was priceless. Clearly she was not a fan of it either.
Let me just stop right here and tell you about my gag reflex. It's a pretty good one. There are a couple of things that can really, really make me gag. Throw up, feet, people picking their toes, someone else gagging, snot, raw meat, people picking their noses, foul odors.... okay its safe to say that I gag rather easily. I don't throw up. But I do gag. Really gag, like tears falling down my face kind of gagging. It cracks my husband up and some of my friends from PA, too.
Anyways, back to the livermush. She began to explain how it was mushed up livers with seasoning and fried. CJ kept asking more about it and I began to feel my stomach churning. I took one big swallow and looked at my husband and begged him to not go any further. Blessedly, the waitress saw my face and stopped immediately. Otherwise, the gagging was sure to begin.
New one to add to the list, livermush.... ugh
Stinkards...
This is what my 4 year old son, calls passing gas. He is obsessed with it. As I am sure all boys are at this stage of life. I, on the other hand, have had my fill of it all. I have heard more about stinkards, burping, poopies, etc then I care to share. At what point is this potty talk and thoughts going to leave my house????
And believe me girls, I am certainly teaching and disciplining on this one! It just seems like this particular phase is going on for years....
The End...
How's that for a post??? Have a great weekend.
Posted in: mixed bag on Saturday, April 28, 2007 at at 1:35 PM
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I don't know what to tell you about that boy thing. Good Luck!
As far as the livermush and toes and...., I think it is high time you pray for some healing in that area, girl. If you think you can go live in Africa and eat their food with that gag reflex of yours, you better think again! HAHAHAHAH! Love you, gag reflex and all!
The phase is one that has passed into adulthood for my husband. The boy and him have daily laughs over it.
On Fire...you had me laughing tonight!!!
First of all I love the look! Very nice and so fitting.
Secondly, JCC calls them "poop sounds". Lovely. He isn't as intrigued anymore. There is too much else in his life right now that requires his attention. All that is to say that I don't know if the lack of concern in that area is temporary or not.
Thirdly...livermush! UGH. Let's just say I am soooooooo glad I didn't read about that a few days ago.
I was just sitting here picking my toes and enjoying a good laugh from this post.
Unfortunately, "stinkards" will get you a badge of honor in my mom's side of the family. It's not a successful family gathering without a stink off or the retelling of several classic "stinkard" stories. I'll share them with you some time.
Well, I gotta go back to picking my toes.
You are so funny. I can just picture you sitting at the diner begging Cory to stop. What's funny is that we all think it's so funny, that when you ask us to stop it sadly eggs us on to more disgusting words! I love you! Had no idea there was such a thing as livermush!
As for the potty talk and farting -I've explained my utter disgust for it to each of my kids, and over and over again to my husband. I've given them full liberty to do it around my husband, but not me - and for the most part it works. I just tell Huckleberry, "that's kind of a guy thing, not something you do around Mommy, or talk about with girls, ok?" So far so good.
Love the new look!
Ok, I come to your blog ready for inspiration, some deep reflection that I can go chew on for a few hours and I get livermush and stinkards!! On the other hand, I've been way deep and serious in my posts. Are we like part of Freaky Friday or something? Lol!
Very funny, but unfortunately, with three boys and a husband who often revels in these delights of boyhood, I have no advice either.
By the way, I've tagged you for the "Thinking Blogger" award. You can read about it on my latest post.
Okay, see, I'm surrounded by potty humor all day long. Three boys and hubby have totally corrupted my only girl and I stand alone in disgust with this one. Remember how I used to dress her in pink, with headbands and cute little denim dresses with animal print? Well, that was before she discovered the power that she holds when she makes her brothers laugh with her burps and "toots" and other body functions. And those noises come with alarming volume! How DOES she do that? And I love Say Anything's training that this is a "guy thing" not to be done around Mommy - except she's joined their smelly ranks and I'm not safe anywhere anymore. Such is my daily life. I got nothin' for ya! Except commiseration. And LIVERMUSH? EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!