Ah, so Miss A And Miss B played a part in The Great Mantis Caper :) Sounds like a fun escapade. You know, this blog will make a great memory book for Brenna and Alana when they are grown up. It'll have pictures of these little things that might otherwise be forgotten.
Sorry, I guess that wasn't as clearly written as it could have been.
I meant black humor (i.e. jokes about death and other sad or morbid topics) and blue humor( racy, sexual type comments).
My husband's sense of humor has a blue vein (also read adolescent) and so he has quite a different interpretation of the title of your blog. It's OK, I already slapped him for it.
Oh, and I meant the Praying Mantis grows to 40mm, not the children. They are already much bigger.
Absolutely, Sandy: I'm sure you won't want to miss a single word of the witty repartee that dominates this blog (Have a wit enhancing libation before you start). As for the kidney stone, it belonged to William Shatner. He successfully auctioned it on e-bay.
Aha! I am familiar with both types of humor. What you call "black humor" I would call "morgue humor." And what you call "blue humor" I would call "adolescent boy humor", as you mentioned in regard to your husband.
I've never paid much attention to the latter humor category, so the alternative meaning of my blog's title didn't even occur to me until a couple of months after I started the darn thing.
I have to say, though, that I have people popping over from some, ahem, questionable sites. They stay for 1-2 seconds, and then leave, never to be seen again. I imagine cute baby stories aren't quite what they were looking for.
Thank you for setting your husband on the straight and narrow. Should I decide to rename my blog, may I run my list of potential titles past him? Sounds as if he'd be sure to catch any alternative meanings.
Well you can use him you want to but I'm pretty sure whatever you throw at him, he will find an alternative meaning so it may not be helpful.
When I was setting him straight our four-year-old was yelling "come Mommy, come." I'm sure all the Mom's that read your lovely stories are not confused in the least.
Thanks, Kathleen. I was assuming my audience, should one materialize, would be moms, and therefore would know this phrase. So they don't outgrow, "Come, Mommy, come," by four?? I'm doomed.
I can hardly believe my big girl is six already. We have to enjoy being the centre of their universes for the short time it lasts. No, you are not doomed, just loved (but yes I completely understand the confusion, it is a demanding type of love).
You are quite right, of course, and at times when I feel "doomed" I try to remember that in a relatively short time Liam's going to have a life of his own and need me less and less. I just lost it before that I posted that last comment - he insisted I couldn't take a shower without his supervision, and clearly I also "needed" him to select my shampoo and soap. And towel. And hair clip! And socks! Very adorable, and very demanding.
You should try having girls! On a bad day, they actually do my hair and make-up and I can't post publically what they attempt in the bathroom. I guess its all good practice for when I really will need help with my personal grooming. Oops! just looked in the mirror, and I really do need some help!
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Oh, a praying mantis! I love those critters. This one looks smaller than its North American cousins. Which one of your daughters is in the picture?
About the kidney stone...you have a very dry sense of humor. Obviously I'll have to be your straight man.
That's my big girl, Brenna. Alana found the Mantis and Brenna caught it. They are still playing with it. They grow to about 40mm here.
Dry humor seems to be revered in my family and my husband's. Also black and blue. A bit scary when they are all mixed together.
Ah, so Miss A And Miss B played a part in The Great Mantis Caper :) Sounds like a fun escapade. You know, this blog will make a great memory book for Brenna and Alana when they are grown up. It'll have pictures of these little things that might otherwise be forgotten.
What is "black and blue?"
Sorry, I guess that wasn't as clearly written as it could have been.
I meant black humor (i.e. jokes about death and other sad or morbid topics) and blue humor( racy, sexual type comments).
My husband's sense of humor has a blue vein (also read adolescent) and so he has quite a different interpretation of the title of your blog. It's OK, I already slapped him for it.
Oh, and I meant the Praying Mantis grows to 40mm, not the children. They are already much bigger.
I need an editor.
Okay...I must go through the comments. I've seemed to have missed the kidney stone story.
Absolutely, Sandy:
I'm sure you won't want to miss a single word of the witty repartee that dominates this blog (Have a wit enhancing libation before you start). As for the kidney stone, it belonged to William Shatner. He successfully auctioned it on e-bay.
Aha! I am familiar with both types of humor. What you call "black humor" I would call "morgue humor." And what you call "blue humor" I would call "adolescent boy humor", as you mentioned in regard to your husband.
I've never paid much attention to the latter humor category, so the alternative meaning of my blog's title didn't even occur to me until a couple of months after I started the darn thing.
I have to say, though, that I have people popping over from some, ahem, questionable sites. They stay for 1-2 seconds, and then leave, never to be seen again. I imagine cute baby stories aren't quite what they were looking for.
Thank you for setting your husband on the straight and narrow. Should I decide to rename my blog, may I run my list of potential titles past him? Sounds as if he'd be sure to catch any alternative meanings.
Well you can use him you want to but I'm pretty sure whatever you throw at him, he will find an alternative meaning so it may not be helpful.
When I was setting him straight our four-year-old was yelling "come Mommy, come." I'm sure all the Mom's that read your lovely stories are not confused in the least.
Thanks, Kathleen. I was assuming my audience, should one materialize, would be moms, and therefore would know this phrase. So they don't outgrow, "Come, Mommy, come," by four?? I'm doomed.
I can hardly believe my big girl is six already. We have to enjoy being the centre of their universes for the short time it lasts. No, you are not doomed, just loved (but yes I completely understand the confusion, it is a demanding type of love).
You are quite right, of course, and at times when I feel "doomed" I try to remember that in a relatively short time Liam's going to have a life of his own and need me less and less. I just lost it before that I posted that last comment - he insisted I couldn't take a shower without his supervision, and clearly I also "needed" him to select my shampoo and soap. And towel. And hair clip! And socks! Very adorable, and very demanding.
You should try having girls! On a bad day, they actually do my hair and make-up and I can't post publically what they attempt in the bathroom. I guess its all good practice for when I really will need help with my personal grooming. Oops! just looked in the mirror, and I really do need some help!
Laughing right along with you :) I had the "no chance for a shower" ponytail, and "quick to put on" sweats as my fashion statement this morning!
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