Just finished watching the Democratic presidential debate in Vegas, and I have to say that John Edwards irritates me. Dude cannot answer a question to save his life. He just gets on his soapbox and expounds on his plans for his pet issues*, regardless of any actual relevancy to the question asked.

Hint: If, for example, the moderator asks you a question specifically about Kuwait, the word “Kuwait” should probably come up at least once in your answer.

Just a thought.

*wealth redistribution, health care, or global warming

I discovered a phrase today that I never want to hear again as long as I live:

“Maaaaaaama, I have poopies on my fingers.”

And she was so not kidding. In fact, that was an understatement. She had poopies on both hands, all the way up her back, on the carpet, on her shoe, and (very quickly) on my clothes.

Exploding Diaper of Doom: 1
Mama: 0

I don’t think I ever got around to posting these. They were taken sometime in December. Somebody needs a haircut…

Hey, wanna know how to get a 2-year-old to smile for pictures? Take a multi-colored fan duster that looks like a clown wig gone wrong, and waive it around - then stick it right in the kid’s face.

Hey, wanna know how to guarantee that your kid gets sick within 2 days? Take her to a photo studio that sticks a multi-colored fan duster up the nose of every 2-year-old.

“Rosa’s sisters are Pretend Rosa.”

“I’m gonna be a grown-up. When I’m big, I can get a baby.”

“Daddo, Daddo, bo baddo, banana fanna … FATTO!”

“Be quiet, I’m on the phone. Hello? Hi Blue’s Clues… I’m gonna help you today… Hi Steve. How are you today? … I’m great! … um… I’m just walking around. Bye!”

(During yesterday’s Cowboys game)
“Button, can you say ‘it ain’t over till the fat lady sings?”
“It’s … over … fat lady sings.”
“Button, who’s the fat lady?”
“GRANDMOMMY!”

“Be quiet, I’m on the phone. I’m gonna put you in time out if you don’t be quiet while I’m on the phone.” (said to the dog)

“Mama, I don’t wanna go to Tuesday School.  I don’t want the teachers to talk about my clothes.”
“Do the teachers talk about your clothes?”
“No.”

Ok, I know I’ve been wordy today but before I sign off I have one more thing to say.

I freaking hate Facebook.  It used to be a neat, normal, SANE program but now I wish I had never signed up.   Today I’ve been knighted, poked, super-heroed, warbooked (WTH?) and petitioned.

And I thought MySpace was annoying.  Somebody please make it stop …