Random Thoughts From the Mind of Me aka Blog Farts

Blog Farts – noun. Def: Crappy ideas that are too short to make a real blog post, but when combined, join forces to make one unified, albeit half assed, post. Definition coined by Jaci.


Like most mommies, my pajama consist of an over sized tee-shirt and some sweat pants. So the other morning when I went to get dressed, I choose a clean over-sized tee shirt and some sweat pants. Which prompt was snotted on. Why do I even bother?


When your underwear gets holes in the crotch and are no longer wearable, the right thing to do would be to throw them in the trash and not just keep pushing them around in your underwear drawer. Yes, dearest I am talking to you. Its time to empty that drawer.


For Quinn, the was the best part of the hotel was the phone. He loved it and it loved him. He even went so far as to sleep with it, correction slept directly on top of it so that no one could possibly take it from him.


I could totally kiss the person or persons that made Crayola's markers and paints washable and non-toxic especially since these are Jake and Quinn's favorite things to chew on. I am going to take their word for it but apparently the tips are the best part since that is what they bite off and try to eat.


Have you ever noticed while driving along the highway, all the billboards and signs for adult toy stores (aka sex toys) and strip clubs. I guess truckers and other motorist are just really that hard up.


I have realized something about myself. I often make decisions too quickly and then later come to regret some of these decisions. I am not really good at the whole 'shop around' thing. If I see something I like I buy it. Done. This was especially true while building our house. There are some major things that I would change and could have changed if I just would have taken the time to shop around.


What the heck is up with all the emails that I have been getting lately saying that I have won the lottery in the UK. Just how stupid do I look? I think that I would remember entering or playing the lottery, especially a lottery in a country that I don't live in and have never been too.


Summer time is fast approaching and that means that swimsuit season will be upon us. There is no fun in swimsuit shopping, not on bit. Does any one really like it? My issue with the whole swimsuit thing is why in the world do they have to be so darn expensive? Why do I have to pay so much for something that I am going to dread wearing, has less fabric than a pair of jeans and is going to look terrible on me? Do you know how much wine I could get for the price of a swimsuit? I just don't get it.