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Farterworks
Posted by Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom in My Son, Parenting, Poop/Farts on July 7, 2009
Even though we took these photos over a month ago (dude, who keeps letting time move by SO FAST?) I thought I’d share them with you, because they kind of crack me up.
This was a Saturday morning Mac Photo Booth play session with Braden (hence the fabulous photo quality, *snort*). He is both silly and fun as well as intensely moody, whiny, and dramatic.
I really have no idea whose child this is. *wink*
after being scolded for slapping the keyboard
giving in to the giggles after the tears
I adore hanging out with him and being silly. He is displaying such a fabulous sense of humor these days, which makes it even more fun.
And by sense of humor, I mean that he is cracking me up by replicating my incorrigible taste for fart jokes, with indelible favorites like:
*the sound of fireworks outside*
Him: “Ooooooh, Farter!”
Me: “No, silly, you know those are fireworks!”
Him: Pause. *giggle* “Oooooooh, FARTER-WORKS!” *raucous laughter*
Me: *SMPL*
Gotta love havin’ a little boy. Especially when you are secretly one, too.
What you get when I’m saving you from the really bad posts I’ve written.
Posted by Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom in Mental/Emotional, Miscarriage, Miscellaneous Blabbering, Poop/Farts on January 27, 2009
I’ve written a lot of posts lately.
But I haven’t published many. Why?
No, it’s not because I was too busy taking pictures of my fat ass.
It’s because they are all either weepy and sad or angry and bitter. And, contrary to what you may think, they are not all about the whole miscarriage thing.
Apparently I’m angry and bitter, and feeling ranty and shitty about lots of things.
And towards lots of people. Whoa, Nelly. That just ain’t kosher, eh? I’m trying to BE A GOOD PERSON.
See that Tagline up there in my header?
“because survival requires humor”
I really do believe that.
But my funny isn’t sustaining enough for me to write good humor posts lately. And that PISSES ME OFF.
And also? I’m tired of eating beans and staring at the $12,000 in medical bills we’ve accumulated these past few months.
Because farts are funny, and all, but this? This is not funny. This is depressing.
And depressing farts don’t really make very good humor posts.
So I’ll go back to writing my private, weepy, rantlike, depressing, shitty posts on my computer. And then not publishing them.
But I’ll whine to you about it. SINCE THAT IS OH SO FUNNY, RIGHT?
Just punch me in the face and get it over with.
*farrrrt*
(don’t laugh, that was a depressing one… couldn’t you tell by the tone? amateurs.)


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