Socks Without Partners

I gotta go take a shower ...

No photo for this post. Camera is upstairs and most of the pics lately have been taken by Brennan -- he LOVES the camera -- and the other day he was doing a study of the floors in the house. Actually, he was trying to take pictures of me, the cat, his brother, the fish, etc. Unfortunately, he doesn't quite have the patience to wait for the camera to do its red-eye thing with the flash, so he ends up capturing glimpses of the floor. Sort of interesting, actually, to see how different the floors look in my house. There was one commonality: they're all messy.

So ... yesterday I had all of this inspiration for a funny blog entry while in the shower. But then I turned the faucet off and the ideas all rinsed down the drain. Again.

Instead, my thought for the day:

Greg Wiggle is hot. So is Anthony.

If you don't know who or what the hell a Wiggle is, congratulations, you LUCKY bastard, you.

And my husband doesn't mind that I say that 'cuz he'd probably agree. That is, if he was that way, you know. *wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more, say no more*

FRUIT SALAD, YUMMY YUMMY ... COLD SPAGHETTI, COLD SPAGHETTI ... DOROTHY the DINOOOOSAUR ... TABA NABA ....

The Wiggles are an Australian children's entertainment group and they are all the rage in this house. The first time I saw them was at a daycare that Brennan briefly attended -- Charlotte had The Wiggles on and I thought there was something seriously wrong with four grown men who dance around in primary-colored long-sleeved shirts and sing and dance and act like freakish 'little-bus' riders. I told her they looked like pedophiles. I think I offended her.

But recently, we watched a few episodes on Treehouse. And we watched Kendon DANCE. The little bugger pulled himself UP onto the TV cabinet and started dancing. He was quiet, transfixed, mezzzzmerized for an entire 22-minute episode. FASCINATING.

Kendon the boogie machine. Kendon the music junkie. Kendon the Wiggly Wiggly Wanker.

So now all members of our dwelling can all sing along to 'The Wiggles' myriad of hot hits for tots, including those mentioned above. Yesterday our Perfect Last Child had to have four shots, and in recognition of his heroic efforts (what choice did he have??? Those of you who are anti-immunization, save it. I'm busy and I don't wanna debate this today--maybe next week.), I promptly took him to Zellers and let him choose a new Wiggles video. Yaun and I held up a selection in front of him and he picked his favorite by grabbing the cellophaned package and chewing the corners off. Good little beaver!

On a non-Wiggles related note, I have given notice on one of my biggest accounts because I canNOT manage this insanity of the work thing and the kid thing and the flaky babysitter thing and the manager/kiss-ass thing and I'm just not cut OUT for all this. SO -- hopefully after the 16th, life will calm a bit. I am taking the website down this month so this blog will be the Place To Go for info on the kidlets and the sum total of our mental health (usually a low sum). And then maybe those individuals in my life who have some weird burning desire to make me feel like shit because I don't breathe for my kids will back off. Oooh, harsh!!!

I started this entry three hours ago -- Brennan is vegging out in front of a video game with a healthy snack of fishy crackers, sour cream, vegie chips (baked, not fried!), and probiotic yogurt (trying like hell to get him to poo) -- and my sweet vaccinated Kendie-Q is napping. I'm going to SHOWER now. Because I CAN.

This wasn't a very funny entry. I think my funny needs a shower. If I manage to find any inspiration in the cleansing process that is about to commence, I will live to blog yet again.

posted by JSY @ 9:00 AM