Random Ramblings and Half-wit Ideas

cracked: popculturebrain: laughterkey: monday-friday: Kids, back in 2012, your aunt Robin wanted to do something more with her life. So she took her love of guns to an organization called S.H.I.E.L.D and fought alongside the Avengers. Now, your Uncle Barney and I took it pretty hard; she was getting to spend a lot of time with another billionaire playboy, this guy named Tony Stark. Your Uncle Barney almost went crazy when he found out the guy had a metal suit. “It shoots fireballs, Ted! He looks like a freakin’ storm trooper!” Then your uncle Barney decided to fight back. And Lilly showed up and was like, “I’m in a Joss Whedon thing too.” But anyway, I met your mother through a mutual friend.

cracked:

popculturebrain:

laughterkey:

monday-friday:

Kids, back in 2012, your aunt Robin wanted to do something more with her life. So she took her love of guns to an organization called S.H.I.E.L.D and fought alongside the Avengers.

Now, your Uncle Barney and I took it pretty hard; she was getting to spend a lot of time with another billionaire playboy, this guy named Tony Stark. Your Uncle Barney almost went crazy when he found out the guy had a metal suit.

“It shoots fireballs, Ted! He looks like a freakin’ storm trooper!”

Then your uncle Barney decided to fight back.

And Lilly showed up and was like, “I’m in a Joss Whedon thing too.”

But anyway, I met your mother through a mutual friend.

I don’t normally have peanut butter.  That’s more of my husband’s thing. But this morning I really wanted something sweet-and-salty for breakfast.  Peanut butter toast!  Excellent!  Make the toast, happily reach into the cupboard, open the top and an empty jar of peanut butter greets me.  This is what disappointment tastes like.

I don’t normally have peanut butter.  That’s more of my husband’s thing. But this morning I really wanted something sweet-and-salty for breakfast.  Peanut butter toast!  Excellent!  Make the toast, happily reach into the cupboard, open the top and an empty jar of peanut butter greets me. 

This is what disappointment tastes like.

Parenting success of epic proportions.  The little man told his grandma one day that “Mommy is making me a Batman cape.”  Oooookkkaaayyy.  Sure little buddy.  I think I can do that.

For a stay-at-home mommy with a part-time job, I put in some really insane work hours this week.  Which may be why today it seemed extra important for me to make good on the Batman cape wish.  I used to sew all the time before becoming a parent, so I figured it wouldn’t be too hard to make with polar-fleece.  And it wasn’t.  I actually made it while the boy played.

He was ecstatic.  I thought he might pass out he was so happy.  Of course, he had to wear the cape to the park.  He made me call him Batman the entire time.  He also introduced himself to everyone as Batman (and found a friend who was Batgirl.)  And on top of everything, it gave him the courage to go on the tall slides and the high swings…because Batman isn’t afraid of *anything*!

I just hope he remembers this day when I’m old and he’s choosing what nursing home to put me in.

bootycaller:

Childish Gambino @ Coachella 2012

Awesome.

Alone in the dark

Sitting here in the living room, on the Tablet, in complete darkness while everyone else sleeps. Sometimes Mommy just needs to be left alone. I used to be terrible at being alone in the void. Now I welcome it.

motherjones: cheatsheet: thedailyfeed: Thirty-two Arizona state legislators received hand-knit, googley-eyed stuffed uteruses from a pro-choice activist yesterday, the Arizona Republic reports. Each uturus toy was stuffed into a clear plastic bag, along with a letter from Peggy Tinsley, who spearheaded the project, explaining why she opposes a bill that would limit birth control coverage in the state. “Please treat the women in your life as the intelligent persons they are,” Tinsley wrote. “I have provided you with a uterus. Please leave ours alone.” Actiknitting?  Updating an earlier item. Freakin’ inspired.  And I keep making excuses why I can’t finish a crocheted blanket.

motherjones:

cheatsheet:

thedailyfeed:

Thirty-two Arizona state legislators received hand-knit, googley-eyed stuffed uteruses from a pro-choice activist yesterday, the Arizona Republic reports.

Each uturus toy was stuffed into a clear plastic bag, along with a letter from Peggy Tinsley, who spearheaded the project, explaining why she opposes a bill that would limit birth control coverage in the state.

“Please treat the women in your life as the intelligent persons they are,” Tinsley wrote. “I have provided you with a uterus. Please leave ours alone.”

Actiknitting? 

Updating an earlier item.

Freakin’ inspired.  And I keep making excuses why I can’t finish a crocheted blanket.

The park in our neighbourhood is a touchstone for our son’s growth over the winter.  Each Spring, he emerges from the house and it takes him less time to run across the field to the play structure.  He interacts with the same things in different ways.  He overcomes old fears.  And he makes us realize just how fast he is growing up.

-saturdaynightlive: This is precisely the sort of news I live for. Ok.  I normally don’t do this.  But totally and completely AWWWWWWWWWW!!!!

-saturdaynightlive:

This is precisely the sort of news I live for.

Ok.  I normally don’t do this.  But totally and completely AWWWWWWWWWW!!!!

(Source: amyohconnor)

wilwheaton: This was pretty much the highlight of my day, week, month, and year.  And what made it even more awesome? I was Twittering from the set of The Big Bang Theory. I hope I never wake up from this wonderful dream.

wilwheaton:

This was pretty much the highlight of my day, week, month, and year. 

And what made it even more awesome? I was Twittering from the set of The Big Bang Theory.

I hope I never wake up from this wonderful dream.

foolonyou: My son’s third birthday party begins in about two hours. One of us is more excited than the other. The optimist and the pessimist get married and live happily ever after…

foolonyou:

My son’s third birthday party begins in about two hours. One of us is more excited than the other.

The optimist and the pessimist get married and live happily ever after…