“Crap It”, And Other Profound Thoughts

The most unexpected part of being a grownup is….

Things like this still happen to me:

After all these years, I’m still the dingy blonde I was in my youth. Naively positive. Mostly oblivious. Probably shouldn’t be allowed to drive a motorized vehicle. But I’m entertaining, so there’s that. *sigh*

As a teen, I assumed my adult life would be like my mother’s: stressful, disappointing, lonely, desperate, scary. I thought that’s what happened to moms. Dads moved out and got to live the life they wanted, while moms were left to work three jobs to raise the kids.

I’m so grateful I realized that belief was wrong. Her experiences do not have to define mine. I’m happy. The opposite of what I expected of adult/wife/motherhood. But exactly what I deserve.

Speaking of being grateful…

**Kick-Ass Stuff**

I’m the First Ever Guest Bard over at The Well Tempered Bards! To have my words there, so completely safe and honored, is mind-blowingly cool. OH, and Lizzi drew the most magnificent picture to accompany my poem! It’s STELLAR. You have to head over there and see! We make quite the team.

The Well Tempered Guest Bards

My dog brought a baby bunny in the house. It wasn’t hurt. I was able to wrap it in a towel and keep it safe and warm until I could return it to the backyard. But not without petting its tiny ears and making lost of *squeee* noises.

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I want a whole litter of these. Immediately.

The new season of The Voice premiered. By now, you know why this rocks my world. This counts as two thankfuls. Because Adam.
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The new season of Survivor started. (Yes, I still watch it. Shaddup.)

Can you tell I like TV?

I’m looking forward to not only Friday night with friends, but also Saturday. It’s gonna be a really fun weekend. (another two-fer. Two nights. Two thankfuls. WORD)

My crazy-ass husband was out of town recently. I spoke to him over the phone so early one morning the sun hadn’t even risen yet. I was still in bed. You know what he’d already done? Run up the stairs of his hotel. 48 FLOORS. TWICE. What kind of pod person does shiz like that? He’s nuts. (shhh. I’m really proud of his drive and determination. Don’t tell him)

I’m thankful my ankle is healing really fast. It’s sore and I don’t have full range of motion yet, but I can walk on it with just a teeny tiny limp.

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Don’t worry. It looks much better now.

My sons are constant source of amusement. Yesterday was my 9yo’s first time to do STAAR testing in school. When he got home, I went to sign his binder and found…well, just look below. To the right, he wrote,”Test. Worst day EVER!” Underneath (scribbled out by me) were the words, “crap it”.

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Makin’ the family proud

This was a combo-ninja-two-fer hop! I participated in Finish The Sentence Friday and Ten Things of Thankful. Join up! Just hit their buttons on my sidebar.

Has anything surprised you about being a grownup? Are you a total ding-bat like me? Do your pets bring you “gifts”? What are your favorite TV shows?

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  2. 2 months ago right before Christmas as I was leaving the grocery store this hot girl passed by me at the entrance and exchanged “hello’s”. She wanted me *ahem*. Anyhoo, I turned around to check out her…umm, shoes…and WHAP!!! I smacked right into the “THIS IS AN EXIT ONLY” glass door.

    LOL to your son’s Cliff Notes! I know there’s a bunny innuendo in there somewhere but it’s too late for me to properly get it to come out on the keyboard.

    I’m a “Survivor” tv show addict! Saved the Wednesday show to watch after work tomorrow (Friday) since it’s 2 hours long. Your post at Bards was fantastic and I commented.

    Beth, you’re doing an amazing job with this thing we’re stumbling through called life. Thank you for all of the joy and happiness you bring our way!

    Hugs! 🙂

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    1. SURVIVOR FANS UNITE!!!! haha! Awesome. We’ll have to talk during the season. I don’t know anyone else who watches other than Natalie DeYoung.

      ERMAHGERD I can’t believe you walked right. the f#ck. into the glass door! ROFLMAO. (with you, not at you of course. Oh who am I kidding….I’m laughing AT you!)

      Thanks for all the sweet compliments. *HUGS*

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  3. What I hate most, which is also a surprise, is all the times I have to admit my mom was right. Seriously. I really don’t think you’re a ding bat. Yous too smart for dat. 🙂 and, I’ve never seen The Voice, but I love me some Adam! Sounds like a fun weekend you have planned and I’m so jealous of your husband’a drive! We live on the third floor and when my son starts German kindergarten in May and I finally have me time (wtf is that?) I was thinking about running up and down our stairs for exercise. And then wondered if my landlord would think I was nuts. Have a great weekend!

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    1. Oh that’s the WORST! And I hate hearing her in my voice! I’ll say something to my kids and then think, “I can’t believe I just said thing my mom used to say.” It really is the most awful sinking feeling. UGH.

      You should run the stairs! He said it was an amazing work out.

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  4. It still surprises me that I’m older than other people. I feel late-teens, early-20s all the time, even though I’m carting my kid around to band events and doing other grow-uperly things.

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  5. I swear I was moving merrily through life as a young person and one day I woke up and I was almost 50 freakin’ years old! I never imagined time could move this quickly. A baby bunny or two would make me feel better about myself though (hint, hint)

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  6. Glad your foot is getting better. The day I saw that on FB I was about to finally say yes to Christopher to try out his scooter and I would have done it going down our slightly included driveway. Now I know better 😉 As for dingbattedness – I swear that Big Lots, Staples and Dick Sports do not have their out doors properly placed. I am completely focused when leaving those places. No digging for keys and no looking down at receipt or phone. Focus and slowly walk toward the exit that OPENS.

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  7. Lol, your poor son. He thinks that’s the worst day ever? Tell him to wait until he’s married with kids and his life will be so droll that running up 48 flights of stairs twice will be one of his week’s highlights. Wait, what? Have a great weekend, Beth!

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    1. I actually tell him that all the time! He’s always like, “this is the worst day of my life!” and I’m like, dude, you need to adjust your bar or life’s gonna suuuuuck. He’s my dramatic one. I swear whenever the hubs and I see TV shows where the teen girl is being all smart-ass to the parents – you know big eye rolls and such – we’re like, omg, that’s our 9yo boy!

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  8. That baby bunny is adorable!

    Do “bunny jokes” exist in English? My son just told me one this morning:

    A bunny goes to IKEA (irrelevant but interesting detail) and asks
    “you guys got carrot ice cream?”
    “no, bunny, so sorry, no carrot ice cream.”
    Day 2: same scenario.
    Day 3, bunny hobbles into IKEA again, asking for carrot ice cream
    IKEA amployee: “hi bunny, nice to see you again. We ordered some carrot ice cream, especially for you!”
    Bunny: “I don’t like it!”

    Have a fun weekend, Beth 🙂

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  9. Ahhh you went a bit deeper than mine.

    Perhaps the skewed view of ‘adulthood’ we grew up with means that we didn’t get a fair chance at understanding how it’s meant to work or feel, and consequently we’re leery of ever ‘getting it’ because inherently, that would mean buying into the worlds we saw our parents inhabiting.

    Blech!

    I’mma stay young forever. I think we get to do that. I just wrote a tract to Denise about it chez moi, and as I wrote, it made perfect sense (in my head).

    I love that you do dumb things like fall over your son’s scooter. I don’t love that you hurt yourself doing it, but there’s something about scraping your knees and feeling instantly five years old again…

    I push doors marked ‘pull’ (and vice versa) and often trip over contour lines (you know the ones cartographers leave around to indicate gradient? Those. Damn things!

    And yeah, you pulled this off beautifully as a mash-up. Have a gorrrrgeous weekend 😀

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    1. Hellooooo my partner in crime! I’m with you. I’mma stay that silly, oblivious girl who has nothing but rainbows and butterflies in her head. It’s so fun in there! haha.

      You have a beautiful weekend, too! MWA XOXO

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      1. Good! I shall see your rainbows and butterflies and match you with sunshine and sparkles and thoughts of the sea 😀

        Huzzah to Goodness all through the middles of both our weekends 😀 Enjoy all of it ❤

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            1. Oh. My. GOSH! You know what this means, don’t you? WE FUCKING WIN THE WORLD! Because Zoe had me convinced that there was only dust bunnies, shadows and old socks inside (and a tiny bit of glimmeriness for Skip) but if we made her GLITTER….

              OWWWWW 😀 *happy war-dance of glittery joy, zapping sparks of rainbow lightning everywhere*

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            2. I think that comment from Lizzie just made me lose what little glitter I had… oh well… only spider webs and dust bunnies left… Im willing to puke those up for you though!

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            3. Bollocks! We’ve broken Beth’s reply system, Zoe – no options left now – we’ll just have to keep talking until it cracks.

              All the glitter gone? BAH! Gotta get you some more somehow! Glitteriness is GORGEOUS. I cover myself in glitter any chance I get! LOVE it.

              (there’s a for-real bottle of body glitter exploded in my handbag, and I don’t tidy it on purpose so that I and everything in there get covered in sparkles on a daily basis. It’s only annoying sometimes)

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          3. Wait what? We FUCKING WON THE WORLD???? And I had no idea! I should’ve been contacted immediately via IM or something! I don’t even have a dress for the ceremony or anything!
            and lizzi, for pete’s sake, clean out your purse.

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            1. We win the world. We have to wear dresses? Dangit! At least I can wear fabulous shoes.

              And HUGE apologies! Next time we win the world, I shall immediately bombard you with every contact method I know until you submit respond. (and if you don’t believe I can do it – ask Sandy. I had her beat at that game)

              And NO! I want GLITTER!

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  10. My dog does not bring me gifts, but she eats poop. Not her own, at least. As if that makes it any better. I guess I’m thankful for that. How’s that for a completely ding-bat comment?

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    1. Aw, thanks, sweet Roby. *HUGEHUGS*

      Can’t wait to see your beautiful tat when it’s all inked! Your photos were magic. Really, so very pretty. You done good researching. I had nothing to add but YES I LOVE IT!!! 🙂

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  12. OMG Bunny!! I want to hug it and squeeze it and love it forever. I’ll call him George. LOL

    Being a grown-up…ugh. No. Just no. I’m still naive and aloof and at time quite a dingbat. All this being responsible shit just sucks.

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  14. Ok you had me with the video and the bunny. Picture it. Me and my two kids at a movie. Of course I forget which movie – probably something as scintillatingly superior as Rug Rats in Paris. Anywho, I get them settled and zip up to get popcorn, I mean healthy veggie dip, and in my haste run smack into a low plexiglass wall. Resounding boom. Collective gasp from 30 others. My two completely oblvious. As I limped back to my seat with the huge ass bag, I mean modest bamboo carton, their response was a sympathetic “What took ya so long?”
    Re bunny – have one. Very cute and very social. You’re welcome to come on over and pat her anytime!

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    1. LMAO NO YOU DIDN’T!!!! Omg, that’s awfulawesome. and don’t you even pretend you don’t love popcorn, because I live and die for popcorn and we are too much alike!

      YOU HAVE A BUNNY????? *squuueeeee*

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  15. 1. you are fun. i’d like to meet for wine
    2. adam is hot, but i do not want him to wear his hair like pee-wee herman
    3. i want a few of those rabbits to cuddle with & kiss
    4. your husband must be in GREAT shape, man
    5. i work for the school district….your son’s paper would have cracked me up
    6. i am not blonde, but i am a total dingbat
    7. i love modern family, the voice, american idol, and series on netflix like dexter, orange is the new black, house of cards, & call the midwife.
    8. i do not like being grown up NO no No

    XXXXXXXXXXXXX kiss from MN.

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    1. Kim,
      1. I love your numbered comments
      2. I’m just starting to watch House of Cards. wow. Love it!
      3. We would have SO much fun together!
      4. WTactualF is up with Adam? It’s not his best look. 😦
      5. My husband is a beastmachine. I don’t know where he gets his drive. He’s going for a 3 HOUR mountain bike ride today. I’m…..uh….I’m blogging today. *does 10 quick panicked butt squeezes and sighs with relief that she exercised*
      6. madcrazylove right atcha, my friend. xoxo

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  17. Dumb blondes: Assemble!!! I’m such a ding-bat. In fact, my dad has called me that most of my life, but I’m really smart, so it’s kind of a conundrum how I’m so stupid and so smart all at the same time. Now my brain hurts.

    Bunnies – don’t read anymore of my dead bunny stories.

    I saw Adam the other night, and I thought of you. He said to tell you “hi.” Right after we…..

    Last, but certainly not least: dude, you better start training b/c from what I can see, if you’re being chased, he’s gonna catch you, and I’m still mad about it a lot. Dammit.

    Ok – last for real this time: TV: Game of Thrones…find it. We can watch it together as long as you don’t mind if I pause it at different hottie bearded in armor or naked moments.

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    1. Mandi, thanks for taking *care* of Adam while he’s sporting that bad haircut and waytooclean look. I’ll take him off your hands when he looks like a bad-boy again thankyouverymuch.

      DING BATS UNITE!!! Your description is EXACTLY me, too! I do the dumbest shit for a relatively intelligent chick. CAHrazy.

      ***You are going to be SO excited! I borrowed the whole first season of Game of Thrones last night and am starting on it this weekend! EEEEEEP!

      There’s been a lot of catching going on lately. 😉

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  18. Remind me not to tell you about the time I (didn’t realize it until it was too late) and ran over a rabbit hole with the lawnmower. Thought nothing of it until my son’s little friend came in the house carrying a bunny ear.

    Bunny ears are not good luck, btw. This one made me barf.

    But I’m not going to tell you that story. It’s gross.

    Well, unless I just did.

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  19. OK, let’s try this again. That was weird. I was mid-comment when your page disappeared on me somehow, so you may see part of this twice.

    Is that the actual bunny your dog brought in? Either way, I hope he/she was able to find his/her Mom when released. 😦 I’m with you on Survivor … and on your hubs for being crazy for running up 48 flights of stairs TWICE! I probably couldn’t walk up them once! It reminded me of a fire drill at my old office where half of us were done in from walking DOWN all those flights of stairs lol. Interesting to see the English AND Spanish on your son’s paper. I wonder if his comment was in response to what looks like the vocabulary words on the left, one of which might be hyperbole?? If so, his comment works perfectly. 🙂

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    1. Hi there! No, that’s not the actual bunny, but it looked EXACTLY like that but more of a brown color. AND my dog brought it back in last night! The same one! Bunny is okay, but ohmygod that poor thing!

      YIPPPEEE another Survivor fan!

      The other writing on his “journal” was everything they were going to do that day in class. Was hyperbole on there? I love that word. I’ll have to check!

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      1. UPDATE: That word does look like he was trying to write hyperbole. I showed it to him and asked what that word was. He said, “I don’t know what it is, I just copied it off the board.” So then I asked if he learned about hyperboles at school on Wednesday. Again, I got an, “I dunno.”

        So you can see he’s super driven academically.

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  21. You being happy and having fun trumps everything else.

    Mostly, I’m just surprised I’m an adult, since I still often act like a kid.
    A kid with a job and so money to buy his own toys.
    hehehe

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  22. You rock the two-fer-ninja double blog hopping, you! Your poor son. It cracks me up that test day was the worst day ever. And your husband sounds nuts! Sheesh, and I am lazy. Whoot to being a well tempered bard! Wait – do you actually have to have a not bad temper to be over there? Huh

    Oh and be careful what you wish for with the bunnies. I hear they multiple like rabbits. HAHAHAHAH

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  23. Don’t ever grow up! It’s a trap!

    I have walked into glass doors before, and shattered two of them. Yup.

    Your hubs was out of town and you didn’t tell me? I would have been over there so fast massaging your injuries. I have a terrific “bedside manner”. If you know what I mean. 😉

    Have a rocking weekend!

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    1. WAIT. You actually *shattered* two glass doors?? LMAO! Epic.

      I was waiting with rope and oils, Phil. Where were YOU?

      😉 You have a great weekend, too, sweet stuff.

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  25. Oh, Adam!

    Oh, Lizzi!

    And OHMIGOSH you do poetry??? You’re gonna have to work a little harder to convince me of your dingy blondedness…:-)

    It’s funny (in a not HAHA funny kind of way) when I was reading what you wrote about your mother’s perception of life and you thinking that you would grow up to be the same kind of grownup, I said to myself “but she’s such a happy person!”. I’m so glad to feel like I’m getting to know you a little better!

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        1. *Googles ‘Adam Levine’ so she knows what on earth Katia’s on about*

          *clicks Google Images*

          *eyes snap open, jaw drops, tongue lolls and eyes then slowly glaze overrrrr*

          …
          …
          …

          *snaps back to attention*

          AHEM! Oh. Uh…wow. Uhmmm.

          I just.

          Wow!

          I don’t think I can make stuff *THAT* much better, cos…

          …

          …

          …

          whoa!

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            1. *mumbles incoherently, wondering where all the oxygen went and why it’s so damn hot around here all of a sudden*

              Hmmnnhh…shr. Um….

              *ouf*

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  26. I love trees, as you know , but I luuuuuuuuuuuuuuurve TV. I mean, just kidding, I love trees more. But I do lurve my some TV.
    Listen, there’s nothing BUT talk, talk, talk about your poem over at the WTB. Heading there now.

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    1. *Tree Lovers Unite* (we need a secret handshake or something)

      I know, TV is such sweet, luxurious brain recess!! (<<I don't know what that means, but it made sense for some reason)

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    1. OMG Jeri, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been walking around the looking for something I’m HOLDING. It’s alarming.

      I used to have this cool-ass, Fonzie-like cat named Ludwig. He was my only indoor/outdoor cat and he’d bring me all sorts of disgusting, half-eaten things. GROSS. At lease my dog is bringing the bunny in unharmed.

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  29. I cannot believe you gave the bunny back. Everything else was so much less captivating (except maybe the scratched out crap) because all I could think is, I never would have given the bunny back.
    Because bunnies.

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    1. Jen, that’s so funny you say that cuz I’m getting SO MUCH SHIT from my friends for not keeping it!! Of course, THEY don’t want it, but they want me to have it. haha. I hear they are very hard to keep alive at his age. I think it’s better to see if it can find its momma. IF my dog would quit bringing it in the house, that is!!!

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  30. “Test…worst day EVER!” and “Crap it!” are about the two cutest things I’ve ever heard. I think we’re both raising our boys the same way…haha. They are just too funny sometimes, even when they don’t mean to be!

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    1. Shay, TOTALLY! Sometimes I honestly can’t believe the things that come out of their mouths!

      NO SHIT, just now as I was typing I heard my 9yo exclaim, “Oh My Nuts!” His “nuts” aren’t hurt, he’s pissed about something going on in a video game.

      Why? Why would he say that? Does he say that shit in school? omg……

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  31. I like reality shows Amazing Race and Bachelor etc. the new show I like is About A Boy so cute and looking forward to checking out that new show about the blind dad it sounds funny.

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  32. Beth, 2 things – 1) I want that bunny too! 2) Yes. We definitely don’t have to let the negative experiences of others define ours. Not at all easy to do, but as long as we know it’s the right way to go, we’ve got it made.

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    1. Exactly, Michelle. It was genuinely a profound moment when I realized, “I am not my mother.” Very freeing. In fact, it’s the only reason I agreed to marry my husband. Prior to that epiphany, I didn’t believe in marriage. It terrified me.

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  33. You need to come right out and admit that the girl in the video is you! C’mon….
    Just kidding but it was funny!
    I am so very glad to hear that you are happy. It comes across, too, you know. It really does. I am glad that ankle is feeling better because it was a nasty looking knot!
    Read your post on the Bards and it was phenomenal. As was to be expected. Loved it!
    Your hubby = rock star. He has to keep himself in shape just in case Adam comes a knockin’!
    I will be remembering Crap It. I just like the way it rolls off the tongue…new phrase alert! Thank your kiddo for me 🙂

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    1. That girl in the vid might as well have been me! She represented me, that’s fer sher.

      And thank you for the kind compliment re: my poem on BARDS. They have treated my like royalty over there, truly. It’s been the highlight of my weekend.

      I suspect that might be one of the reasons the hubs works so hard! He knows about my pinterest board…..he’s aware of the competition. (NOT. haha. no one competes with the hubs to be honest, OBVS. He’s a hot, vegan, endurance athlete. *endurance* catch my drift? Rocks. My. Socks. Off. Nuff said.)

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      1. Oh, and Sandy, I totally agree! I’ve used Crap It twice this weekend! Truthfully, it’s a much cleaner version of what I’d usually say! Well done, 9yo. Well done.

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        1. *slight cringe* Darling, ‘lassie’s Scottish. Which is a little like saying an American thing is Canadian. To a Canadian.

          It’s fine (I suppose) if you want to sound ‘British’, because then Scotland’s included. But not if you want to sound ‘English’, which is better.

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    1. that poor kid despises school already and he’s only in the 3rd grade!! eeeeeep! he concerns me, but honestly, everyone hates those damn tests! They’re AWFUL.

      BUNNNNIIIIIIEEES!!!!!!

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  35. I am totally giggling over “crap it.” I may start saying that all the time now. Also, thank goodness the baby bunny lived! Once when I broke up with a guy and I was really sad, my mom called me in my dorm room and tried to distract me from my sadness by telling me our family dog killed a rabbit. I cried harder. What a dumbass story to tell- had the woman never met me? Anyway. I digress. Loved this!

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  36. I’m still the naive, walk into doors ding dong I always was. Probably why I look at life like it’s a glass half full.

    48 floors? Twice? Yeah, I did that once. In an elevator.

    Wuv da bunny.

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    1. And I love that you’re a ding dong, too. But a smart one. We can be both. And yes, glass half full, always!

      haha yeah I even told him taking an elevator that high would cause me to need a nap. Seriously, he’s not right.

      buuunnniiiiessss!

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  38. I loved your poem. I printed it out and hung it on the wall in my work space. I totally get the picture of Motherhood. My wife/mothering life is totally different than my Mom and Dad’s. A successful life filled with love IS possible, for that I am deeply grateful

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    1. *looks around to make sure this most lovely comment could actually be to her*
      You printed my poem and hung it on a wall??? That might be the most beautiful thing I’ve EVER HEARD. Thank you for making my day. Wow.

      Wow.

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  39. If bunnies didn’t make my nose sneeze and my eyes swell up, I would have one. But alas, it isn’t to be. I’m glad you were able to save the one hour dog caught.

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  40. Lots to be thankful of here – and I LOVE the slant you took on being a grown up (though sorry to hear you’re mother’s example was a scary one).

    As for the baby bunny – a) awesome but b) maybe keep an eye out. We had a baby bunny we had to rescue from our window well a few years back and the mom basically left him – so he grew up in our backyard. He liked our veggie garden, so it all worked out. But he may hang about.

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    1. It sickens me to report that my dog caught it again, not one but two times…..and baby bunny is no longer with us. 😦 😦 😦 I will feel guilty about this for a very long time. 😦 😦 😦
      Next baby bunny that comes in this house I’m keeping if I have to nurse it myself!!!!!

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  41. I really love your spirit, Beth. It reaches out of your blog and smacks us in the face like a full blown sunbeam (as opposed to the glass that poor girl just bumped into)! I’m so glad for you that you broke your mother’s mould 🙂 (don’t worry, you’re not the only writer/tv addict. I’m currently addicted to Walking Dead, Downton Abbey, The Goodwife and, ahem, harbouring a guilty My Kitchen Rules obsession (Aussie, bitchy cooking competition…so NOT usually my cup o’ tea, but there you go…How much reading do you think I’m getting done? :/ ). Anyway, cheers to you, Sunshine! Xo

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    1. I hope you know what an enormous compliment that is to hear, Alarna!!! Thank you, sweet lady.

      DOWNTOWN ABBEY!!!!!! I die for that show. DIE. So awesome! The fourth season just ended here and I’m so bummed it’s over until the 5th season comes out in like a freakin’ year!! UGH. and who doesn’t love The Walking Dead??? Because ZOMBIES.

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  44. Awwww, that stinks. My brother walked into a glass door, the day of his 8th grade graduation, get this, on the WAY out to take a picture with a pretty girl from his class. His nose was super bloody! That was a story we didn’t let him forget.
    I’m glad your life is NOT like your moms, and I’m glad my life is not like MY moms, my dad did stay with us and they fought (sometimes brutally) so much that my brothers and sisters & I begged them to get divorced, but they couldn’t afford to live separately, so *I* grew up thinking getting married was the WORST thing that could ever happen, because everyone would be miserable. I’m glad we make our own paths, and women support each other enough now that we don’t just have to stay in a miserable life.
    I think I’m going to start saying “Crap it!” as it rolls right off the tongue! My mom used to say “What the shit?” and we all thought that was hilarious, but this is even better!

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    1. omg that story about your brother is so funnynotfunny I couldn’t stop giggling at the hilarioushorror of the whole thing! Bless his boots, as Lizzi would say. 🙂

      YES, you totally get it! Not wanting to be a mom or a wife because the picture was painted so poorly. Thank you for validating. I’m so happy that you broke the mold, too, and a happy wife/mom. And Hell YES to women supporting each other.

      what the shit…ahahahahah! Love it.

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  45. Hah – crap it is fabulous! I may have to use that. Glad your ankle is feeling better. As for the bunny gift thing, well, I guess that’s why I’m glad my cats are totally indoor cats – I don’t think I could handle the presents. My Aunt’s cats used to bring bunnies – dead ones. Bleah. No thank you! If you like kitties, though, you’ll have to pop over to my place when I do my Rotten Cat posts – we have three black kitties who are a never ending source of entertainment and thus good blog fodder. 🙂

    Congrats on being the first guest bard! I have yet to catch up on the week’s reading…been a bit nuts here.

    Have a great week!

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    1. Hey Lisa!
      I don’t think you understand how much I like cats *cough-used-to-have-eight-cough*
      I will TOTALLY be at your blog for any and all cat shenanigans! I love kitty news.

      I used to have an indoor/outdoor cat named Ludwig who’d bring me all sorts of disgusting half-eaten “gifts”. *shudder*

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  46. you have a totally excellent blog-writing son there, for sure!

    liked the bunny story…. (probably should have set it on the floor and stood slowly (with a bright light behind you) and said, “I command you, tell of this” and set it free in the yard or wherever it’s rabbit city is… you would be the core of a mythos!

    no, really! I’m serious!

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  47. Crap it – I had to come and read this post when I saw the title! And I love where you got your inspiration. How great that you didn’t follow in your mom’s footsteps and have a happy adult life!

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  48. Oh my goodness. I thought the post was funny and endearing and then I made my way through the comments. This is such a cool group of people! Crap it is my new favorite saying (I have a nine year old too), and my current TV addictions are True Detective, Criminal Minds and I just watched The Blacklist and liked it too. I’m eagerly awaiting the new season of Game of Thrones aka best show ever. I can’t wait to read your TToT next week! Thanks for taking me in with open arms.
    Jen

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    1. watch out, I’m about to go all-caps on you!!

      OMG TRUE DETECTIVE!!!! Is that not the BEST show ever?? I’m so impressed with it! AND I just borrowed the first season of Game of Thrones and I’m going to psycho-crazy-super-ninja catch up on ALL of the episodes! (aren’t the guys HOT?)

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  50. I could definitely see myself walking into a glass door like that. I once broke my nose opening the fridge door. Not my finest moment. And there are so many other classy moments to choose from. Glad I’m not alone!

    Thanks for visiting my blog. Much appreciated. 🙂

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    1. *giggling* You opened the fridge door hard enough to BREAK your nose?? You poor thing! OUCH. (laughing with you, not at you, of course haha)

      Your blog is amazing! I can see I’m going to have a lot of fun over there. It was great to meet you via Aussa’s blog.

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        1. Ditto. In fact, my email subscriptions are out of control, my reader is a hot-mess, and I never even go to Bloglovin! At this point I need little fairies to tell me I have a new post to read! Facebook really helps, I agree.

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