FunnyBlog

A Man Blog

It’s becoming more trendy, you know.
I am waiting for my cute hubby to start one too.
(Because you know I am protective of my copyright
and there is no way he is posting anything on mine without
the consent of my attorney)
But for now I will just enjoy the fact that
my brother in law, Jordan, is jumping on board.
I can’t blame him for wanting to join our world.
It’s way more fun than that roller coaster ride.

His blog is by a SAHD…that would be Stay At Home Dad
for those of you new to this technology.

I don’t know of one other stay at home dad, so I think you should check it out.

Even if it is just for the ESPN stats….oh c’mon ladies,
you know you can’t live without those.

A Freakin elephant?

I’m still not in the mood.

Here is an e-mail forward from my dear blogging buddy Sheila.

And the mom’s advice for the day is to teach your slang straight.

The moral of the story. If you are going to say freakin, like me, make sure your kids know how to spell it.

You also need to make sure that they don’t repeat the word in front of my mom. She thinks the word freakin is as bad as the real thing.

My five-year old students are learning to read.
Yesterday one of them pointed at a picture in a zoo book and said,
‘Look at this! It’s a frickin’ elephant!’
I took a deep breath, then asked…’What did you call it?’
‘It’s a frickin’ elephant! It says so on the picture!’
And so it does…

‘ A f r i c a n Elephant ‘

Sex education

Here is a conversation that recently occurred between Abigail and one of her church friend’s.

Abigail’s friend reported the conversation to her mother, who reported it to me. It’s a good thing that Abigail’s friend was already informed, if you know what I mean.

Abigail said pointing to the lingerie at the local Target: “Do you know what those little nighty things are for? They are for, you know, when, hmmm…hmmmm.hmmm. You can only dress immodestly like that for your husband when you get married.”

The un-named friend who will stay anonymous was silent and stunned.

Abigail continued, “Yeah, my mom and dad have done that at least 98 or 100 times.”
The friend’s jaw then dropped – with some force, I should add.

Abigail unaware of the friend’s shock, then made sure that her friend was informed completely, “If it would have worked every time, my mom and dad would have had 98 or 100 kids.”

This is me. I’m taking a bow. Don’t you think that our sex ed is getting through to our kids?

And, please don’t tell you children that they aren’t allowed to play with Abigail anymore. We have just taught her not to be embarassed about the topic.

I promise I will have a talk with her about what she is saying to other kids.

Or, if you are too scared to have the talk to your own children, feel free to send them Abigail’s way. I think that she could do a very thorough job, maybe even better then you could do yourself.