Redo of yesterday's video

Watch "Taylor Swift - I Knew You Were A Goat When You Walked In [10 Min]" on YouTube

Goats slay me.

Just because I can't get enough of these goats...and my kid just shared this on fb...

5QF--Weeds, Snow, & Long Car Rides

In the interest of having some posts consistency around these parts, I'm participating in Mama M's

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1. What is a hobby you would love to learn and why? 

     Hmmmmmmmmmm...I think I would choose gardening...for starters.  The why is cuz...I can't. These ole thumbs are black. And because flowers are pretty! So if you have any pointers or favs or anything else to share...please comment below! Our backyard is 99% shadowed by mid-afternoon...so what grows well in the shade? (Besides weeds...I'm GREAT at those)

2. What do you wish you could have delivered to your house but does not deliver?

     Olive Garden! But it's probably just as well they don't...as I put the finishing touches on my weightloss blog earlier today :/

3. What's your favorite snow day activity? Inside and out?

     I love fall. Sweater weather, crisp breezes, beautiful foliage. I do not love winter. BUT I suppose if I have to choose, snowtubing? We did that with the kids before and it was quite fun. And cold. But fun.  Inside is easy...snuggles, blankets, movies, kiddos, and couch. 'Nuff said.

4. Would you meet a stranger from an Internet dating site?

     Do people still do that? Didn't I see on Dr. Phil that there's a bunch of scammers on that?  Anywho, I hope I never have to find out, but honestly, I think I'd choose NO.

5. If you had to spend 35 hours in a car with 4 other people, who would you choose? 

     Been there, done that. My Many Men and I drove to Ohio to visit my sis a couple summers ago. I'm thinking of doing the same this year, only going further...if I don't lose my nerve and the wee bit of sanity I have remaining... So, since you've requested 4, I'll answer 4 of my 5 boys.  I'm not saying that I have favorites cuz you're not supposed to but I will say that of the 5 there's one who is my LEAST favorite on car trips. He'd like a 4 foot radius around him in the car. Hell, wouldn't we all.

I'm a Commercial Snob.

I don't usually watch commercials. In fact, I'm a commercial snob. But one night, we caught the Directv Genie commercial.  Record 5 shows at once?  Hells to the yeah!!! 

I dialed them right up, explained I'm interested in the Genie, and the operator asked, "You mean the box, not the girl, right?" HA! I told her I'm all set with the girl, but thanks for asking.  My husband, however, wondered how much extra per month that would be...More than you know, honey, more than you know. 

Sadly, for the low price of $299, we could record 5 shows. Ummmm, no thanks. I'll juggle my 2 shows, recordings and glares from my family as I check that everything is set to record "just for a quick second," as they watch ANOTHER episode of Pawn Stars in a teeny box in the upper lefthand corner of the screen. Heh.

So instead of the Genie or the girl, we opted for the promo package of HBO/STARZ/SHO, etc. I was all caught up on season 2 of Homeland that night (Go Carrie!). Woot. And we're usually pretty good about grabbing movies from Redbox when they come out ($1.26, love it!), but apparently we skipped a few, cuz we have watched and enjoyed The Descendents, The Lucky One, and Battleship. 

Not to mention the 1991 version of Robin Hood--with super young Kevin Costner and Christian Slater. (Yum.) And since I've already had sexual relations with Kevin, it was only right to share this movie with my many men.  I couldn't help but laugh at the hair and horrible punch lines... how lucky for my family that I turned as many scenes into a musical as possible?! "Search your heart, search your soulllllllllllllllllllll!" I crooned.  They loved it.  My best moment was when Kev (we're tight) went to swing on the rope but *gasp* it was on fire, so I let him know, to the tune of Alicia Keys new song: "That rope is on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire!"

As I searched for the commercial above to embed it on this post, the boys heard the guy yell after the turtle bit his finger and they came running: "We want to watch the sheep video again, too, Mom!"  So please excuse me while I indulge them for the 47th-ish time...

"Goats yelling like humans"

 

Wordless Wednesday--My Lovebug

At an indoor waterpark, my lovebug said, "I just want to relax with you, Momma." That lasted about 3 minutes. :)

<3

 

5QF-- Twinkies, trash, and sweaty pants.

In the interest of having some posts consistency around these parts, I'm participating in Mama M's

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Ready?  *Ahem*

1. If you could have been (could be) any profession you wanted (brains and $$$ no problem) what would it be?

I've been thinking a lot about this lately, with all the kiddos headed back to school full-time...maybe it's time for this momma to get back into the workforce.  Atleast part-time.  Anywho, what I enjoy most is greeting people and office work.  So, an office position of some sort would be amazeballs.  And on the practical side of things, it'd have to be either a night job or just during the school year, so as to not pay daycare (because helloooo, what would be the point in THAT!) which leaves me with the position of School Secretary. Home on weekends and vacation days/holidays. Perfect. Set that up for me, wouldya?

2. How often do you clean out your car?

Blech. Not often enough. I usually take the hint when they open the sliders of the fan and a bunch of shit falls out. Actually, I've been doing rather okay with it...emptying trash into the outside can on Friday mornings (trash day) and when I step on shit that just fell out when they opened the door when I get the urge.  But, alas, *sigh* not nearly often enough.

3. Do you wish there was such a thing as fashion police or are you deeply relieved?

I would be okay with that...I've tried to make it a rule not to leave the house in sweatpants. But rules are meant to be broken, amIright!? Sooooo. Either way is fine. I'd probably just contest the ticket and fight it in court, which would lead to the ticket getting thrown out, cuz the FP wouldn't show up, cuz there are FAR too many people out there worse off than moi! lol  My sister even said a few times, trying to be nice...I guess... *eyeroll* "She might be big, but atleast she dresses nice." Um. okay. Thanks. Or should I say, you're welcome? lol  {Evil revenge: she later popped out 2 kids of her own mwahahahahahahahaha} {but she's doing great losing on Weight Watchers...and stress} {biotch.}

4. What's your go to food/drink/activity when stressed?
I partake in Retail Therapy. Actual therapy would probably be cheaper, though. :/

5. If you had twins, what would you name them?

Hey! I've got some of those!! They are Gavin & Grady. Our youngest. Here are some pics...

Newborn Twinkies!

We're 2!! This pic makes me happy and sad!

A recent adventure with their bros...notice the "croc pots" in the background?

And no, they weren't in a Subway commercial...
They turned 5 this summer!

 (5, 5, 5 dollah foot looooooooooooooooooooong!)

Make a wish, twinkies!

Making the best of a rainy baseball game. Have Mike&Ike's...will travel.

Wanna know something COMPLETELY insane?! 

I'd love to have another set of twins! Right now. And their names would be Charlie and Max, or maybe Duncan (family name) OR if they were girls: Andy and Charlie. 

I know. ;)

Are You Ready for Some Football?! ...um...err...

Welllllllllll...I thought we were he was...

I guess I should preface this story with another one:

It was a dark and stormy night. 

Wait, no it wasn't. It was a sunny, September afternoon. 

I was a couple months into being a mom of 5 boys under the age of 7. And I thought to myself, 

"Self, you dumbass let's sign up the oldest two for flag football at the Y." 

Because really, it would be fun to have them learn a sport that would make their Uumpa's proud...

and to get some of that energy out running on the field, 

and push other kids for a change......just not too hard, m'kay?! 

There were practices. 

And twins in the double caravan stroller. 

And McD's french fry bribes for the middle child. 

And a crazy-eyed momma who always wonders
what in the f she got herself into.

*ahem* Me.

The practices went great! They formed lines! Took turns!
Wow! Football is fun!

Then came Game Day.

It was another beautiful fall day. 

A Sunday, because hellooooooo. It's football.  

10 seconds into the first inning period whatever game, 

the menfolk were showing these flippin' 5 year olds how to line up at the line of scrimmage or some shit. 

5 year olds.

They paired up. Crouched down. There was a ball in there somewhere. 

A whistle blew. The kids pushed to get past each other.

Someone pushed a particularly blond 5 year old.  

*ahem* Mine. 

And just like >.< THAT, 

he fell to the ground as though he'd been SHOT, 

was carried off the field, 

and was a soccer player for life. 

Until 2 weeks ago. When he asked to play football here in the new city.

There were many "Are you sure?"s and double-checking about not playing soccer.  "Dude. It's football. TACKLE football!!? As in people laying on top of you."  "I know, Mawwwwwwwwwwm. I can do it!"

Personally, I thought football would be better than baseball or soccer, cuz this boy is hard on himself when it comes to striking out or not making/stopping a goal.  Football is more fast pace...there's no time to dwell on something not happening...shake it off, move on...chest bump, and go play!  He really seemed convinced this is what he wanted to do.

So I forked out way too much friggan $$ with it being back to school time and all... the fee, got him some gear, have spent 4 nights at practice...3 of them with siblings in tow (nightmare), 2 of them with husband to help the nightmares siblings chill, and 1 night of just me.

Doing this.

I think I can handle this football mom gig.

So these practices. Just drills, running, breaking up into groups to handle 'yo bus'ness. Or whatever they do in those groups. For 2 hours. Until 8pm. Dear gawd, it's cold in Maine at 8pm in August. Can't wait for October *eyeroll*

Anywhoooooooooo. So tonight at practice came the big announcement. 

"Tomorrow is equipment assignments...then we get to start HITTING!" 

yelled the coach, and the players cheered. 

They freakin' cheered. 

Except one.

*ahem* Mine.

(you knew that was coming, huh.)