Definitely Good For The Kids

From time to time, I try to get involved in something that isn’t entirely self-absorbed.  It’s really hard, because I’m a lazy, narcissistic douchebag most of the time.

Today, I’m going to step out of my Lotus Burrito (get it? I’m all wrapped up in ME!) for a few moments and talk about a Blogger Challenge designed to help raise money for public schools.

Deep South Moms has accepted the 2008 Donors Choose Bloggers Challenge.

I am fully supporting this, and I’d like to ask you for your support as well.  You can see the widget on my left sidebar, and if you’d like to help, you can grab that widget, too.  Just click HERE.  Placing that widget on your sidebar, and especially posting about it, will help!

Of course, giving a donation to one of the proposals at the DSM Donors Choose Challenge page would be greatly appreciated. There is no donation too small or too big when we’re talking about supporting the education of our children.

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To motivate you to give, I’m teaming up with Good For The Kids to offer you a prize. You’ll have a chance to win a $40 Gift Certificate to Good For The Kids for helping out HERE with a donation.


Click through HERE, choose a proposal from that page, and make the donation of your choice.  Afterwards, come back here and tell me you donated and you’ll be entered into the pool from which the winner will be drawn.


All who make a donation HERE in the next two weeks and comment here that that they have done so will be entered into the pool of possible winners.  You have a chance to enter from now until 11:59PM, CST October 15th, 2008.

On October 16th, one entrant will be randomly drawn and will receive the $40 GFTK Gift Certificate.

If your name is drawn as the winner but you did not actually make a donation, we will draw another winner.




So, come on!  Help Deep South Moms and me do something Good For The Kids!

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For more information about the Deep South Moms 2008 Donors Choose Bloggers Challenge, visit here.

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Fecal Matter Frustration and Hereditary Narcissism

We’ve been on the potty-training roller coaster with Braden for some time now, and seriously, this experience has been enough to really not want any more kids.  I’ve joked around about that before, but there are times when the whole thing really is just that frustrating.  Fecal and Urinary Trickery and Frustration really can make you want to rip your own uterus out of its warm, abdominal resting place and shove it down into the sink garbage disposal.

“Poop!” he yells.

We go to the bathroom, he sits on the potty.

For a long time.  And reads a book.

Then he’s “ah-dun!” and gets down.

No poop is in the potty.

But he delights greatly in telling me “Eh-Poop!” later, when it’s in his pants.  Then he runs like mad to the bathroom so we can put it in the toilet and flush it, while he says, “Buh-byyyyeee, Puh-POOOOO!!!”

If he weren’t so cute, I’d shove him in with it.

I’ve even tried this great tip (is that not hilarious?) but I don’t think he really cares what the poop wants to do.  It’s all about him, don’t you know!? (I have NO idea where he gets that from. *cough*)

He pees on the toilet more reliably, but by NO means all the time.  And he has “accidents” on the carpet/floor/step stool in the bathroom which are not really accidents at all, if you ask me.  I mean, when someone is just doing his thing, then he stops, take a stance that thrusts his crotch out, and smiles devilishly at you while he starts an incredibly healthy and strong stream of urine all over something you don’t particularly want urine on?  IT’S NOT AN ACCIDENT.  IT’S AN EVIL DEED.

He has also become incredibly obsessed with running to the bathroom and climbing up on the step-stool I placed in front of the sink to make it possible for him to learn how to wash his hands.  Does he want wash his hands very badly? No, he wants to flip the lights on and off (remember how he became obsessed with that a long time ago?) and “perform” in front of the mirror, with much silliness.

I’ve stopped him now by buying a cheapo wall mirror (about $4.75 for those of you taking detailed notice of what I spend around here) and hanging it at his level in the living room. 

Now he dances and performs in front of it, or just stands there laughing and talking to himself.

So yes, it is official.  Narcissism is quite hereditary.

*turns head, looks upwards, and starts whistling*

*walks away nonchalantly*






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