An Iowa Mom

Liar! Liar! Pants On Fire!

I really need your help.

Didn't you miss me posting?  ALWAYS ASKING FOR SOMETHING?  Well, miss me no more.  I'm back, for good this time.  I know, I know, I've said that before ... but this time I mean it.  I know, I know ... I've said THAT before too ... so I'm a liar.  Guess it's good we got that out of the way now before this relationship went any further.

So anyway, Big Daddy and I are having a slight disagreement.  We NEVER disagree.  Ever.  So we don't know how to solve this.

What?  I already told you I was a liar ... stop looking at me like that. 

One great thing about having a blog is that I can leave it all up to you.  YOU have to settle this for us.

You HAVE to.

Because I said so, that's why.

Last night at gymnastics, when Emily was gawking at herself in the mirror as she attempted to balance herself on the beam, I mentioned to a friend that I had a cute video of Molly when she was staring at herself in the view finder of the video camera.  I told this friend that I would go home and find the video and send it to her.

Another lie.  I never did.

But ... I did come home and FIND the video.  Along with several others saved on YouTube.  Which is the whole distraction and reason I never sent my friend the link to watch the video like I said I would.

Watching the video is what led Big Daddy and I to have the disagreement we are currently having.  I think one is really funny and he thinks another is funnier ... and he is soooo wrong. 

Here are the two that we are arguing about.  I'm not going to tell you which one each of us thinks is funniest ... so you can't side with me because you love me more.  Sorry.

Watch these and then leave me a comment on which one you like best ... and settle this for us once and for all.

OR

So ... tell us, tell us, tell us. 

And I promise, if Big Daddy's choice gets the majority of the comments, then  I'll let it go forever and never mention how wrong he is again.

Ahem.

Lie.

Saving It Until I Need It

I am so saving this idea for someday when my boys really tick me off ... but I should wait just a few years ... because having them CARE that the "Girls Are Watching" would be helpful.  Otherwise, I'd just be making an ass out of myself.  Again.

One Proud Mama

The following conversation took place between my darling daughters last night at dinner.  Their hamburgers and hot dogs were being served to them outdoors and they were checking out what was going on in the neighborhood as they ate:

Molly:  I can't believe Grant & Lezlie (our neighbors) don't have any kids.

Emily:  That's okay.  I bet they will.

Molly:  I can't believe Derek (a neighbor) doesn't have any kids.

Emily:  MOLLY!  He's only 16 years old!!!!!! (actually he is 15, but that's not the point).

Molly:  Yeah, well ... when I'm 16 I'm going to have kids.

Emily:  Yeah well ... I just farted.

Ya know, the values we're instilling in these kids are just going to carry them so far in life, aren't they?