Join Me in Snarkville

Wow, I so wish I had a snappy way to say that. Perhaps it should be “Get’r done in July” or maybe hold a contest to name this little plan I have. I woke up one day this month and looked at my knitting bag, my stash, and my world and said — “it would be *SO* super nice if I could finish a few things.”

*raises right hand*

“I solemly swear that this month of July, I shall finish a project a week. I shall begin with those in progress. I shall stash dive to find the forgotten projects and finish them. I shall finish. And when I’m done, I will donate the remaining yarn to make room in the stash.” (more…)

now, I’m a bright girl. In somethings I may not be the most worldly, but I do know a few things. I scored quadruple digits on my SATs, I have a college degree, I own and run my own business. I’m able to fry up the bacon and keep my man — wait, I went into a Charlie commerical and left my point behind me. Ahem, my point is, I’m reasonably sure that I am not dumb. So, then I must ask — can you PLEASE help me understand what this woman is asking for of the mother’s club???

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I think previous posts may have fostered a few random mis-conceptions. I’m nothing if not completely open and honest with you — my mostly faceless internet best buds, right?

So, in that light, I intend to clear up a few mis-conceptions.

(Sidenote: See, told you I was going to make it a regular feature. Duke is sliding backwards in his potty training. This morning, he was dead asleep nearly a full 30 minutes after he normally wakes up. (routine is important to this kid) He refused to go sit on the potty. He fought with me the whole time — up until the point that he PEED on the floor of the bathroom. So, I stopped, I calmly asked him to “get a grip.” I then looked at him and said, “Duke, honey, while you were fighting me to go potty, you wet your pants. Is that what you were supposed to do?” He says, “No.” and quietly climbs up to the potty and sits down. Then asked for his Potato Head. Ok, so explain to me why eating my young is a bad plan again.)

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Ah, the joy in Snarkville. There may be no joy in Mudville, but Snarkville is filled with all kinds of joy.

Sidenote: (Sidenote to the sidenote: I happen to LOVE the sidenotes. I may have to begin to make them a regular feature. Shut up, of course they aren’t CURRENTLY a regular feature) Prince and I are pretty much TV junkies. We have added a new show to our already embarassingly impressive line up on TIVO, Dirty Jobs. Well, Discovery Channel did a marathon yesterday of Dirty Jobs — I just put a call out to anyone with kids — make them watch this show. Explain in small words if needed, these are the jobs you will have to do if you don’t apply yourself in school. Perhaps this is the modern day equal to “pumping gas,” but I’m telling you watching an episode is a sure fire way to have me thanking God that I don’t do any of those jobs. (in the same breath, I’m also thanking Him that someone does do those jobs and I never had to think about it before — but really which is more more important, keeping the Queen out of the sewer or being thankful for the sewer guy???)

Back to the joy. I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart. Down in my heart….

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It’s been a wee bit quiet in Snarkville, hasn’t it?  Did you miss me?  Well, I’m home again.  Ah, home, it feels so good to be home — like how exactly did I sleep without a 16 pound cat walking on top of me meowing all night?  Or how was I able to cope without fighting for covers with the dog?  Seriously, I have no idea how it was possible to enjoy my days without the “comforts” of home.

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