Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Lets Play The "What's In The Potty?" Game

Hello Friends,

Ok, now with three very little boys in the house you are bound to have your days and your days and your days. And then there are THOSE days. Like the days we play a little game in our house I like to call What's In The Potty? The boys play it very well I might add. Papa does not like to play at all. Mama, well I try to stay out of the fun, let it be Father Son bonding time. This is how it goes. Someone goes potty, seems to be Peanut that gets to be the lucky one more than anyone else, and keep in mind this is the child who cannot stand to be dirty or touch dirty things. Well this person then tries to flush but potty almost floods rather than flush, I might add here wearing some sort of waterproof bottom slipper is almost a must for this game. Then comes Papa's part of the game to go fishing for the unknown. What could it be today? A pencil, a hot wheel, could just be a whole lot of toilet paper wadded in balls, or better yet the entire role still on the cardboard tube. Or how about six little socks. Could be a binky or maybe one, two, or three of the play fish from tubby time, could be a pull-up or pair of undies. Now even might want to stretch your imagination just a bit and it could be the tail gate to the carrier truck that three year old is missing. And the guessing goes on and on and on, and oh the anticipation. But the best part of the game is just starting as Papa gets to pull the toilet off the floor because it is never just stuck at the bottom no they had to flush and flush and flush to see how many times it took for their surprise item to go bye bye, it just just adds to the fun of the game. With the mounting excitement Papa comes in with rubber gloves, bucket, screwdriver, garbage bags over the arms, mask, and goggles. This game may not be for those with weak stomaches like Papa. But Father Son bonding is so very important. Some days it takes a little longer than others but alas the item for today is . . . it's it's it's a bar of soap. Not just any bar but the special custom made expensive Psoriorsis bar from Etsy. Yay mystery solved, for today anyway. Join us next week and we will play the "What did you draw on your brother?" game. Yes, one of THOSE days. They are happening way to often lately and of course no one did it, lol.





Never a dull moment, never a dull moment. So I came across this picture just yesterday and thought it could solve part of the mystery game. It's a puzzle. you need to figure out the puzzle to get your TP. Hope you are not in a hurry.


Bless you all friends,

Mama Cat

Friday, February 13, 2009

Caged Wrestle Mania

Hello Friends,

So for Christmas this year the three little kittens got indoor trampolines. Yes, I said indoor trampolines. The outdoor trampoline is one of Jelly Bean's favorite things to do so when I came across the enclosed indoor trampoline I just couldn't pass it up. It is a great source of strength and balance exercise for him. However, as they began playing together, all five of them, it appeared to look more like caged wrestling. See for yourself. By the way I had no idea this was going on Thumper was the photographer.

Look, I can bounce higher than you.

Wanna make a bet

I am sooo sneaky

With my trusty forcefield blankie, I can keep anyone away.

Ready

Cannonball

Second thought me and blankie are out of here.

Told you I could bounce higher, lol.

Oh the joys of parenthood.

May the Lord bless you richly.

Mama Cat

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Funny Email

Hello Friends,

I got this really funny e-mail from a friend the other day and just had to share. Whether true or not, it was too funny.

Blessings to you all,
Mama Cat


MAKE SURE TO READ MOM'S REPLY BELOW THE PICTURE



Dear Mrs. Jones,

I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told Sarah how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had. Then I found one more in the back room, and several people were fighting over who would get it. Sarah's picture does NOT show me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot. From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.

Sincerely,
Mrs. Smith