I'm ashamed to admit that Luke and I got our money's worth for whatever my grandma originally paid for our VCR last night. I mean, I've had that same VCR since I was in high school, but last night grandma's $25.00 was well spent. We put the kids to be early and settled into a night of VCR heaven that proved to disturb my dreams in mind-baffling ways. After 4 hours of TV drama, we called it quits and shut 'er down so our precious VCR could rest until next week's Thursday night adventures.
I say all of that to say, I don't have a shiny new Das Not Funny! Friday post. Sorry peeps. Instead, I'd like to offer you something I've read lately that made me laugh out loud and a couple of my favorite flashback Das Not Funny! Friday posts.
First up is my friend Wendi. If you haven't read this post of hers that deals with 'coons and plant watering, it's a MUST read. Seriously, only the in the south people, only in the south. Go read it now, you won't be disappointed.
Next, I've picked the following flashback Das Not Funny! Friday posts because, well, they're still happening around here on some level. Here's the first one, originally posted on May 7, 2009.
Lucas and I headed out to Walmart to pick up some things one afternoon. As we were walking through the parking lot, we approached an elderly lady loading her purchases into the trunk of her car. She was wearing a hat much like this one (minus those dope shades):
In his typical, louder-than-necessary, voice he says to me, "Mom! Look! A Cowboy!"
We've encountered cowboys before, but somehow, I didn't think this lady wanted to A) Be called a man. Or B) Entertain a (almost) 3 year old.
"No, honey, that's not a cowboy." I replied.
"Yep, it is Mom. A Grandma Cowboy!" he said with a squeal.
Back to the present people: Unfortunately, Lucas continues to think that anybody with any other head covering besides a baseball cap is a COWBOY! I've yet to convince him otherwise.
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Originally posted on May 1, 2009:
You know that you are kuntry when your (almost) 3 year old says,
"Mom. I nayde some chock chock may-yulk."
And, you're also kuntry if you know exactly what I just said without having to say it aloud to yourself 10 times.
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Finally, a flashback to the post that started it all. Originally posted on March 17, 2009 but still heard being sung loud and cheerful every time we are in the Big Red Beast...
For Christmas or Valentine's or some holiday, Luke's Aunt sent the kids a CD with a bunch of kids' song. We have learned several new songs including: Joshua and the Battle of Jericho, Zaccheaus, The B-I-B-L-E and a song called Praise Him! (which Elizabeth has alternately titled Everything That Has Breaf). This CD has become our theme music as we roll down the road in the Big Red Beast. I actually caught myself singing along the other day as I drove to the store, without the kids.
Recently we have started learning a new song, "Who Did Swallow Jonah?" The beginning goes a little something like....
Who did? Who did?
Who did? Who did?
Who did swallow, Jo, Jo, Jo, Jo...
Who did? Who did?
Who did? Who did?
Who did swallow, Jo, Jo, Jo, Jo...
Who did? Who did?
Who did? Who did?
Who did swallow, Jo, Jo, Jo, Jo...
Who did swallow Jonah down?
Well, being the musical genuises that my eldest children are, they LOVED this new song. After listening to it 4,924 times in a row I finally convinced them to listen to a few others, giving Jonah a break. Approximately 5 minutes later, I hear the following request from the back of the van...
"Pooted Mommy!"
"What?"
"Pooted!"
"Who pooted?"
"No. We wanna hear Pooted!"
"Excuse me?"
"Pooted swallow Jo, Jo, Jo, Jo!"
Crying and unable to drive, I turn it back to Pooted. (If you don't get it, sing the song above, outloud, in the loudest voice possible.)
There you go folks. Hope y'all have an awesome weekend. Don't forget to link your Das Not Funny! Friday posts below.