Pray for the Stripper Poles....

So, yesterday was the Transportation Fair at FB Wee Care. Noah has been SO excited about this blessed event because (drumroll please)..... his Papa D was bringing his Harley Davidson to show all of his friends. Noah thought he was slicker than snot.... He's been strutting around so proud that he was going to show off his Papa D.

Me, being the overly clingy mother that I am, couldn't allow Noah to experience this wonderfulness on his own. So, after sending him to school at 7:30, I got myself and Hadley Reese dressed, grabbed my camera, and went to capture this wonderful moment on camera. I have NEVER been so glad to have gone to something in my life. These memories will last and lifetime and hopefully provide great opportunities to blackmail my child in the future.

Upon arrival, the youngest classes of daycare babies came out. They oohed, they aahed. I watched as they sat on the motorcycles, went to visit the firetruck, and made their way on around to the luxury limo and party bus. I heard the music coming from these parties on wheels, but didn't pay too much attention. See, I was too busy watching and waiting for Noah and proudly showing off Hadley Reese to anyone with a pulse.

Once Noah finally arrived, I began my journey of following his every step and taking pictures of him along the way. Well, we finally made it to the limo. Noah and his friends were entranced by the music, the mirrors, the big seats. After exiting the limo we all trapsed over to the party bus. Perhaps I am deprived, but this was my first time on a party bus. And boy, let me tell you I'm sure that bus has seen some kinda partying!

All of us begin our climb on the bus, and you can feel the music pumping through your feet as you go up the stairs. After stepping up the last step I turned my head to watch the kids in the bus and I saw not one but two stripper poles. Yes people, STRIPPER poles! I watched not only my lovely 4 year old, but all the lovely 4 year olds slide down stripper poles in a party bus.

Now I'm certain that they didn't know it was a stripper pole. To them it was fantastic that there were fireman poles in the bus, but I just couldn't help thinking about all the nasty drunk crotches that have probably touched that pole. I just hope that someones job is to hose down the pole with Lysol or Clorox wipes after each trip. I always tell Noah that germs are everywhere and that's why we always ask our blessings so God will keep our food from killing us, I guess now we should begin to ask blessings over the stripper poles in the party bus.

Cause I'm pretty certain those germs can kill us too...

Help!! I'm Talking and I Can't Shut Up!

I have been a "hold-out" on the blogging for a little while now... Yes, I've attempted to blog before, but never with much conviction. I'd post one or two pictures with a few lines here or there, but preferred to tell most of my daily stories to my friends & husband in person or over the phone.

Well, that has changed... my wonderfully wonderful husband (in all seriousness he's fantastic) informed me not too long ago that I "talk too much." HUGE shock huh? I always thought he found my stories, quips, & general observations on everything from the length of the girl on the streets shorts to the price of cotton in China to be as riveting as I did! Apparently, I was slightly mistaken. So that led me to wonder, if this man who has pledged to spend the rest of his life with me, have children with me, and sleep next to me every night thinks I talk too much then I wonder what everyone else thinks?!?

After pondering that thought for a bit, I made a drastic life change. I decided not to talk as much. I would be mysterious & alluring.... not give away too much in conversation.... leave him (and others) curious about my thoughts, wishing for more. THAT lasted about 5 minutes, until I remember something I just couldn't keep to myself. I will readily admit, my husband is RIGHT. You'll not find me saying that very often, so I'll repeat it once more. MY HUSBAND WAS RIGHT!!

I do talk too much.... I talk to my kids, my dog, my husband, on facebook, my mom, random strangers in the WalMart line, even to MYSELF. I just can't stop talking. I think that's why I went into teaching..... I get to talk ALL DAY LONG, and to sweeten up the deal, there are 20-something small children who by law have to show up and listen to me talk! I get giddy just thinking about it. :)

But since I know that not everyone wants to know every detail of my day, every funny thing I saw, did, or thought, I have decided to give blogging one more try.

Because seriously, if I can drive my own husband nuts with my never ceasing verbal diarrhea, Lord only knows what harm the rest of the world has wished my way.