March Fly on the Wall

Have you ever thought about what people might think if they saw what goes on behind-the-scenes at your house? Do you ever wonder what it would be like to catch a glimpse of someone else’s daily life? Here’s your chance. Today 13 bloggers are inviting you into their homes to be a fly on the wall.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

www.BakingInATornado.com - The QUEEN of all things bloggy!!!

http://www.justalittlenutty.com/

http://followmehome.shellybean.com

http://stacysewsandschools.wordpress.com/

http://sadderbutwiser.wordpress.com/

http://menopausalmother.blogspot.com/

http://mooreorganizedmayhem.blogspot.com/

http://hypnoticbard.blogspot.com/

http://mybrainonkids.net/

http://smn0409.blogspot.com/

www.therowdybaker.com

http://www.findingfelicity.com

http://caramelliving.blogspot.com/









The other day I was teasing Colin about his upcoming Birthday.

Me- But what if we don't get you any Legos???

Colin- I will just buy some myself.

Me- Where will you get the money??

Colin- At the Dollar Store. Get it?? The DOLLAR Store???











I am telling Cailey and Colin about how owls don't digest everything they eat and so they puke up owl pellets.

Cailey- Well, that's violent.











Joshua had stepped into a mound of fire ants and was allll torn up. We gave him some Benadryl to try to help with the swelling and itching. Well, we decided to take a trip to Walmart while he was under the influence. On the way home we go to cross the railroad tracks.

Joshua -  Ho, ho!! And what is this????

Me- What is what???

Joshua- Oh, for a minute I thought you were going to drive down the tracks.

Me- No more Benadryl for YOU!!!









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And my kids think I am weird and crazy. Apparently they had never heard the song "Greasy, Grimy Gopher Guts" before. I had to sing it for them! ROFLOL!

This is how we always knew it:

Great, big gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts,

Chopped up parakeet,

Mutilated monkey's feet,

French fried eyeballs swimming in a pool of blood!

Oops! I forgot my spoon,

So they gave me a straaaaaw!!!

My kids were soooooo disgusted! ROFLOL!!











Do I have a story for you... Oh, my gosh!!!!!!!

Remember last month when Jacob and his friend Charles were visiting??? Remember when I took them back to the train station to go back to Virginia??? Well, here's the part I didn't tell you........

We got to the train station about 30 mins early, just in case (a little late I received a text saying that the train COULD be 2 hours late). The station building itself is decent size BUT there was only one teeny tiny room open at that time of night. Soooo, we went outside to wait.

As we walked out the door I noticed someone sleeping on the bench. No big deal. We just ignored them and talked to each other. BUT the boys were in high spirits and acting goofy (nothing new there) and it woke that person up.

Here's where it starts to get interesting.

This woman starts shooting us dirty looks. I figured she wasn't too happy about her nap being interrupted so I moved the boys down a ways.

THEN she TAKES OUT A KNIFE!! Yes, A KNIFE!!! It was in an empty soda bottle! She TAKES OUT THE KNIFE, brandishes it a bit and sets it on top of her luggage.

WHAT THE HECK?????

We move even further away from her and I ask the boys if they saw what I saw. Yep. She definitely has a big stinkin' knife!!!

While I am trying to decide what to do about all of this I hear a ginormous fart. I start fussing at Jacob thinking it was him. Nope. It was the woman. I heard it from SEVERAL feet away..... Then she bangs on the trashcan....

WHAT THE HECK?????

Ok.... I've had enough of the strange.... Let's walk to the OTHER SIDE of the train station and take some pictures in front of the pretty fountain and the heck away from the crazy woman.

She FOLLOWS  us!!!! Now only does she FOLLOW US but she has a big piece of wood in her hand!!!!

WHAT THE HECK???????

This is getting out of hand.

We then decide to go on the other side of the station and get the heck away from her. I go into the station and tell the waiting travelers exactly what is going on out there and if they know of anyone there that I can alert. Nope, no official from the train station is there. Time to call the police.

I call the police.

Now, we live in a TEENY TINY town. I can almost see the police station from the train station. It took 15 minutes for the officer to arrive.

I tell him everything that happened from the time we walked out the station door and saw the woman. He goes to talk to her.

He comes back a few minutes later. He says that the woman was scared because of Charles' backpack. Apparently where she is from, if your backpack makes a V on your back it means you are a murderer.

WHAT THE HECK?????

Sorry, but that doesn't add up. If you think someone is a MURDERER do you FOLLOW them??? Do you act in a threatening manner to them???? I don't think so!!!!

I told the officer in no uncertain terms that I did NOT want that woman on the train with boys. He assured me that she wasn't going to take that train. He says to just stay away from her. Ummm.. yeah... we have been TRYING to do that VERY thing....  I tell him that we are just going to sit in the van and wait.

The train FINALLLLLLLY shows up and I watch to make sure the woman doesn't get on it with the boys and then I high tail it home.

Just crazy. And it only goes to show how much we need some sort of mental heath reform in this country. I am in NO doubt that the woman was unstable and in need of mental health care. Scary.