Nothing. Funnier.

I recently joined Bloggy Moms; I figured I'm a mom, I like to blog, and there are other folks out there who have the same credentials--why not interact? They've got lotsa neato stuff, not the least of which is the daily writing prompts. Today's was "The last time I laughed so hard, I cried."

Kinda funny, really, because that was just last night.

And now I need to preface this with a confession: I think Damn You Auto Correct is THE FUNNIEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO THE INTERNET, PERIOD. I am sorry if you don't agree. I actually have to limit my time there because I laugh so hard I can't breathe.

But last night after the boys went to bed, I clicked on a link from my Facebook page, and then read & giggled, and read some more & guffawed, and then read some more & lost my sh*t.

Mike came out into the living room at this point and said passively, "You're on that site again, aren't you?"

I made every attempt to answer him. I really did. But I couldn't. I was bawling uncontrollably--sobbing, really. And it was over the one entry that was probably the least dirty:

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I. DIE.


I never thought a complete stranger's text mistake--but mostly, his inclusion of a photo of a long-dead U.S. president--would make tears stream down my face for a solid ten minutes.

So there you have it. The most recent situation that made me laugh so hard I cried. Ta-Da.

If you haven't already, I HIGHLY recommend you head on over to DYAC and check it out, but I will warn you: most items posted are of a highly, shall we say, questionable nature (hence the purpose). See if you laugh so hard YOU cry.

Write or Wrong

Writing used to come a lot easier to me.

I had this friend in high school (she's still a friend, actually...I think. I should probably call and confirm that). Anyhoo, I had this friend in high school that I would torture entertain by writing stupid silly newspaper articles using the characters and plot lines from The X-Files, my TV obsession at the time. I would type one up every couple of nights & slip it in her German textbook in school the next day, then wait for her giggles from the back of the classroom. Those stories were hilarious and irreverent, and I really wish I had saved one or two. It was around that time I decided I would pursue a degree in journalism--I liked writing, I seemed to be okay at it, so what the hey?

Flash forward a few years to my Comparative Studies class as a sophomore in college; it was an English course that typically had us responding to a question posed about a book read or movie watched in the class. Typically, in true Kim academic fashion, I would write my paper the evening before (or in some cases, the morning of) its due date, hand it in, and consider it done--until the professor would hand back the graded papers. Seems simple enough, right? Nope. He always kept one paper to read to the class as an example of a job well done. And I sh*t you not: EVERY TIME, it was my paper. For the whole quarter. And I would sit red-faced in the class because everyone knew it was mine, since I was the only one without a returned paper. There was pride there, I'm sure, but in my post-adolescent haze, it was hard to focus on that above the cloud of embarrassment.

In the next few years, I finished my degree, complete with an English minor. But something had changed. My "voice" was stifled so that I could sound like a journalist; all objectivity and no personality. Blech. I got my first real job as a reporter for a Catholic newspaper, and HATED. IT. I realized I had no desire whatsoever to call people out of the blue and interview them about...well...Catholic stuff. Or any stuff. Turns out "true" journalism wasn't for me.

And so after eight l-o-n-g months, I got away from it. My degree is not central to my current job, and that's fine. I just feel like somewhere along the way, amidst the rules for writing a catching headline and the limitations of chronicling the goings-on of churches in Indiana, I lost my writing mojo. And I'd love to get it back, which is probably the root reason as to why I started this blog (whether I knew it at the time or not). I've definitely got muses--the resident munchkins offer plenty of fodder--and I enjoy the release of letting my thoughts flow in a way that doesn't involve me flapping my gums. 

But I want to be so much better. There are blogs out there that just FLOOR me; the writing is so candid and raw and hilarious and heart-wrenching. I'm really inspired by those folks that I don't even know, and wouldn't know about, if it weren't for this crazy activity of blogging. What a crazy thing!

So maybe it's a little odd that this is on my mind while all this SOPA and PIPA crud is running rampant on the interwebz? I don't know. What I do know censorship is rarely a positive word, and would really hate to see the connectivity and the collaboration inspired by the web damaged. I rarely get political on here, but I've definitely voiced my opinion to my legislators on this one.

I may even write an anti-SOPA/PIPA article featuring Special Agents Mulder & Scully and send it to that high school friend. It might be nice to hear her giggle.

A full day off

I love a good three-day weekend as much as the next person, and as much as I'd like to spend that third day lounging in my jammies & eating donuts, that's an extra 12 hours of daytime that I can get stuff DONE. Today was no exception.

We ventured out bright & early this morning for Nolan's 15 month well visit. (NOTE TO SELF: Next time, doctor's appointments on days off DO NOT need to be scheduled at the butt.crack of dawn.) He's chugging away just fine, weighing in at 22 lbs (15-25 percentile) and measuring at 31.5 inches (50th percentile) with a big noggin (75th percentile). The pediatrician told us to keep on keepin' on; Nolan's doing great.

And he was doing great, until he had three vaccinations. *SHUDDER* Oh, how I hate those cries. Luckily, we he recovered pretty quickly, and after Aiden begged Dr. Brown to play Angry Birds on my phone, we were on our way for Tim Bits & hot chocolate.

After a little time at home, we hit the road again for some errands, lunch, and haircuts for my mop-topped munchkins. We ate at Raising Cane's first:

Then we killed some time at Hobby Lobby before heading over for the boys' haircuts:

Much like the early doctor's appointment, I was an idiot and scheduled the haircuts during their typical nap time, so the boys were getting quite cranky by this point; not even the balloons could perk them up. So we headed home, and on the way, this happened:

Only took me 7 years & 9 months to reach that milestone (though I didn't do it all on my own; my darling Cavalier had already had 9,000 miles when I bought it).

So now, the boys are down for their much-needed naps, and me? I'm enjoying a glass of wine. At 2:30 in the afternoon. On a MONDAY. Because I can. :) I still need to figure out what's for dinner & work on some laundry, but for now, I'm taking a few moments for myself.

My Week (22) in Droid Photos

Monday 1/9/12: My new Kindle Fire sleeve arrived. LOVEEE.

Tuesday 1/10/12: Last week it was a Lego box, this week a drum.

Wednesday 1/11/12: "All the other kids with the Pumped Up Kicks..."

Friday 1/13/12: Stuff is starting to arrive for Aiden's 4th birthday party :)

Friday 1/13/12: Date night, and Mike is hiding behind the condiments.

Saturday 1/14/12: Finally starting to look like January. Yech.

Want to link up? Head over to Amy's blog!

A Brief Chat with the Nolanator