Monthly Archives: August 2013

WTF? Wednesday

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Last week my mom and I took the girls shopping for back-to-school clothes, then to lunch and to Visible Changes for haircuts. The guy cutting Scarlett’s hair seemed nice enough, but when I looked over mid-haircut, I noticed something …

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The tattoo on his arm? Yes, that does say “Blow Me.”

WTF? I’m not prude, and clearly I enjoy the occasional curse word, but really? Permanently on your arm? And you work in a public-facing job? With children? Maybe I should get “WTF?” tattooed on my forehead. I’m sure no one at my office would mind.

Luckily Scarlett was too blissfully happy to be getting a haircut to notice. Thank goodness it wasn’t Anabella, because she would have totally caught it and the questions would not have stopped. And I’m not in the mood to explain blow jobs just yet.

Bad asses

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The girls received their yellow belts last week. I don’t get to see many of their karate sessions, so it was exciting to watch them take the test.

Pushups, sit ups, jumping jacks, kicks, breaking boards … and most impressive of all, standing still and being quiet. 😉

 

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P.S. Google Analytics is proving to be entertaining this evening. Some of the search terms that brought people to my blog this week include “how to meet troy aikman,” spider ‘so i stepped on him,'” and my favorite “inside my panties.” WTF is that one about?!

That’s not fooling anybody

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In February, I bought Dan a Meyer Lemon tree for his birthday. He loves lemons, and I’ve discussed before, he is really hard to buy for, so it was the perfect gift. He has been babying it ever since and moved it from the pot to the yard earlier this summer.

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It’s doing well and has plenty of fruit growing, but we noticed that the black birds were pecking at the lemons. Dan said he could cure the problem, and being that he was raised on a farm, I figured he had it under control.

Silly me. You would think I would have learned by now.  This is Dan’s resolution to the problem.

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An owl. Sitting in the pool chair … getting some rays.

I’m sure the black birds are terrified.