Handjob

Have you ever wondered what the difference is between a handjob and a blowjob?

Son no 4 has a project to do for school.  Now he told me about the project just over a week ago.  I have been a bad mommy lately as I have had too much on my plate.  Not that this should influence his project as I typically don’t help out with homework or projects, but I do like to keep my eye on them and make sure things get done.

I have been backing off a little now that he is about to go to high school as I also firmly believe that they need to be responsible enough to do their own homework and ask for help if required and where relevant.  

The brief for the project was as follows:

He had to make a toy that’s out of the ordinary, and has moving parts.

So this morning I ask him how is his planning going for the project and when does it need to be in by.

He proclaims it is finished!

Um – I haven’t been asked to go out and buy any supplies for it and I have not had any conversations with him about what he is going to make.   So now I am rather curious to know what he has made.

So he describes it to me – in essence it is a windmill!  But with a difference.

It is powered by hand.

His story was that if it was powered by wind, it would have been ordinary.  The fact that it is powered by hand, makes it out of the ordinary!

Can’t wait to actually see it!

Hope his teacher has a sense of humor …..

Lanthie Ransom

Who you calling a Pussy!

I’m  back after a weeks hiatus.  I had a fairly large event last week and my Belly Dancing debut took place last night.  I will of course be blogging all about my show and how it went in the next few days.

I have loads of catching up to do – I see so many new blog posts by you all that I have not read and will be catching up in the next few days.

Of course while I was working 20 hours a day last week, my sons were at the usual antics of calling each other names.  It seems as though they don’t have to be in the same room as each other nowadays – they just send each other messages.

I happened to come across this one that Son no 3 sent to Son no 4 – I thought it was quite cleaver (shhh – don’t tell them that!)

pussy

Captains and Merits

Son no 3 recently announced that he had received a Merit Award at school.  This was around the same

Captains and Merits

time that Son no 4 was elected as Hockey Captain (About 10 days ago).  As he verbally told me about it, I forgot.  (I know – I can be a crappy parent at times)  He brought home the actual award this week and I once again congratulated him. But…..

Apparently I publicly congratulated Son no 4 on becoming captain and not son no 3 on his award. (Cannot find a blog post about it but maybe I mentioned it on Facebook)

So……  In order to appease the peanut gallery I would like to formally congratulate Son no 3 for winning a Merit Award for Culture (Dramatic Arts) which he received for his contribution to the One Act Play Festival.  Please pop on over to my Mr Bean Moment post and read about the One Act Play Festival he starred in.

Oh the things we do for our kids!

Gotta love them too bits!

Fairy Tales – Messages on a board

It has been awhile since my son (Son # 3) has written any new messages on the board in the kitchen.  He left a new message this morning which was definitely worth blogging about.

Messages on a Board - Fairy Tales

As you can guess by what he has written – we have been experiencing internet connectivity problems again.  Our fixed line operator (Telkom) are incapable of maintaining their infrastructure and as a result we have a really crappy ADSL line.

I really love the tag line at the bottom – “But I guess Fairy tales really aren’t true…. and they didn’t live happily ever after!”

Read some of my other related posts about messages on a board:
Lesbian’s Sex Tape
Messages on a Board – Poi

We know it’s hard but try to keep excitement levels down!

I hate shopping with my sons – especially for clothes.  I had the rare pleasure on Friday as it was Son no 4’s birthday and he turned 13.  New clothes was on his birthday wish list (Yeah – strange kid, my other sons only ever had gadgets on their lists).

Anyway, I went traipsing around Sandton City Shopping Centre with him looking for new jeans. Son no 4 is not easily impressed and shopping for a pair of jeans is hardly a task he enjoys.  So I gave him his space and followed him into various stores while he pulled his face up at various different styles – he didn’t want Blue jeans, he wants Black ones (whatever that means)!

We finally found a pair he vaguely liked – so I sent him off to the fitting rooms to try them on.  I followed him in and asked for him to please pop out of the change room so I could double check the fitting.

Upon entering the fitting rooms – I was quite surprised to find that they were huge – and there was something original about them.   They had labelled each door with a quote of sorts.  I took a few pics to show you all.  I just love it when stores have a sense of humor and a little originality.

What happens in here, stays in here

This is not a door, it’s a gateway to hot looks

Don’t forget to pout

No photo’s without your agent present

Behind door no 3 …. nothing but good looks

You, this door, our clothes … anything can happen

Get in here quick, everybody’s doing it

We know it’s hard but try keep excitement levels down

We think you’re “so hot right now”
Way better than a phone booth … just ask superman

(The store in question was Mr Price at Sandton City Shopping Centre)

Bullshit!

Being a parent is hard work and I am sure all of you will agree.   It is so nice to be able to reflect on your hard work as a parent occasionally when your children do something to make you proud, or even bring a smile to your face.

My sons have all developed a great sense of humor over the years and it is nice to see them expressing this on occasion.  I get on really well with all my sons and I am so glad we find the humor in communicating and it goes a long way to opening the lines of communication between us.

Last week son no 3 arranged for me to fetch him at 11am from school.  He happened to finish early and sent me a text message to collect him at around 10.30.  As I was in a meeting, I could not leave immediately and he had to wait until I finished.  I thought I would send you a copy of our text conversation as follows: (ignore the fact that he can’t spell!)

Close up of the pic in case you can’t see it properly:

Gotta love em!