Craptasticly Awesome

[Craptastic]
1. in a good sense, the quality of being so crappy that the object is humorous or desireable

2. in a bad sense, extremely crappy

Here's some completely random craptastic thoughts for you.  I'm considering instituting Craptastic Thursdays for all the world to have the chance to read my craptastic thoughts.  I promise to stop using the word craptastic every other syllable after today.

• I've never seen it, but the movie Boondock Saints must have been something else for those brilliant writers to even consider making a sequel that is this freaking craptastic.  Hubby is sitting here watching it while I type and is giggling like an idiotic 7th grader, and all I can do is shake my head at the absolute idiocy that is creeping through the airwaves toward my brain.  Not since Speed 2 has there been such a sphinctacular display of sequel genius.

• Happy Hour Bar Food falls into the craptastic category {see definition #1 above} for a few reasons.  It is indeed so crappy it's good.  Grease + Grease + a sudsy beer = a few trips to the bathroom.  Note to self: visit happy hour after a 14 hour road trip to cure whatever ails ya.
  
• A brief disruption in high speed wireless internet (for a couple of days!) is completely craptastic.  Those silly neighbors that don't secure their wireless connection are a godsend.  No silly, I'm not admitting on the world wide web that I'm stealing bandwidth. I'm just sayin'... those guys are silly.

Okay, I think I'm done.  This craptastic flu I've been fighting seems to have shut down all of my "funny vibes" at around 10:15.  I must need to go to bed.

Nekkid is Always Good.

My kids may as well have been raised by nudists. I swear if they have a choice, they'll go naked. Or should I say "nekkid" as Jordan so aptly puts it. Elle is pushing seven years old and she's still okay with nekkid. If it's just us around the house, she's usually sporting a tank top and some undies. Jordan is a big fan of undies or maybe, just maybe, boxers.

It was FREEZING in our house this morning, and in a last minute dash I had to take Sis to school because she decided to watch cartoons instead of eat breakfast. This is a whole other story. At any rate, I told Jordan to get on some clothes because "Nekkid in the freezing cold is not so good." He quickly responded with a look of disgust... "MOM, nekkid is always good!"

Uh, DUH. Gah.

Here are some precious little tid-bits that were spoken to me today.  (All by people under the age of 4 and less than 4 feet tall.)

"Uh... I just told you that.  DUH. "

"Gah, what is YOUR problem?"

"The baby is spitting his food back at you because you are being so bossy to me.  I'm bigger than you so I am the boss."

"You need to figure it out, Mom.  It's really not that hard.  Just make a good dishishum." (that's decision.  and that sounds just like his dad.)

The list goes on and on.  The important thing is I did not lose my cool and I did not kill anyone today.  That alone should earn me a cookie.  Or a glass of wine.  I'm gonna go with the glass of wine.  

I should have said this earlier; but I didn't, so I'll say it now.  I do like these kids.  And I love watching them everyday.  I just can't believe the things children will say- not just these children- all children.  What the heck is wrong with me as a mom that my kid thinks it's okay to tell me to "figure it out".   Furthermore, what kinds of things is he hearing me say that gives him these kinds of ideas?  Oh right, I forgot... he sounds just like his dad.  Looks like I'm off the hook.  Teeheehee.