Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Balancin' Butterball
1. Chew on Mama's clean hands.
2. Laugh at the fulgy bulldog.
3. Learn to sit up.
4. Goozie on a stranger at the grocery store.
5. Chew on Boudreaux's filthy hands.
Goozie story for the week:
For the past six weeks, Princess Girlchild has been making lots of precious baby noises, and she is especially good at the "H" sound, saying "ha" and "heeee" and "huh" and etc. So she and I went to the local grocery store, where all the sweet little ladies of the town will stop us to coo over the babe and scrutinize me, wondering how someone my age could possibly conceive something this cute. One particular lady stopped to coo just the moment we walked in the door. As she oohed and ahhed over Goozie, I tried to make nice and said to Goozie, "Say hello sweetie!" Just then, as if on cue, Carlotta Barfalotta [nickname #402] said "hi!" The woman was flabbergasted that my tiny child had just said hello to her. She turned to me in shock and said "How OLD is she?" Well, of course, I told her the truth: "Four months, and yes, she is quite advanced."
Oh, What a Little Physics and a Bigger Rufus Can Do
Recent Rufus Quotage:
"Sometimes a big boy's just got to get in a little trouble. That's what big boys do."
Now We Look the Part
Photo for YM from Last Week
Goozie loves, loves, loves her bath. She makes a horrendous mess all over the kitchen as she kicks like mad at the water and squeals in excitement. This is all fun and good until I bust my ass on the wet vinyl floor.
Chapter 8, The Last:
Banished from the Republicans
Because I Support Euthanasia
Within one hour, it became painfully apparent that Yertle here didn't know the difference between a heroic flying dragon fish and a side of beef. Fred was suddenly laying on the bottom of the tank with his long top fin chewed off. He was still alive but was obviously suffering, and I had been through five different types of food that Fred would not eat. Once he had tasted freedom, tropical flakes would not do.
So I said a little prayer to The Bob and sent Fred into the mouth of the Porcelain God.
The End.
Chapter 7: And the Democrats Rejected Me
Because I Carried Out the Death Penalty
I pondered this.
Then I went and got the net, marched in to Boudreaux's room--Boudreaux was the one who picked out the catfish when this whole fish tank adventure started--received official permission, and the promptly caught and flushed both of them. I was the jury, judge, and executioner. Mess with Our Fred? DEATH PENALTY FOR YOU BUSTER. No "three strikes and you're out" candyass plea copping around here. One bite and you are on the fast track to the treatment plant.
Actually, both of the little buggers swam down the u-bend before I could flush. They could smell the unliminted supply of sewage and are probably well on their way to being the Loch Ness monsters of mythic proportions spotted occasionally in the treatment pond.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Yo Mama Is Alone on The Blog

Kaptain ain't been a bundle of cheer lately, sorta dull and all Lucy P. Jones wanna do is eat.

Friday, November 10, 2006
Bought Cat Crap a Christmas Sign
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Bet Rufus Kan Do All Thissuns

Can U Do This ?
Originally uploaded by Annie Kaint Work No Mo.
Wunder if this B what Some Folks meen when they say they is talkin in tongues? Fatty, did U see summa this at ur Bahia meetins? Yo Mama hadn's had nuf spare time to look inna mirror and C iffin I cud do it. Let Rufus give it a try first and lemme no if it B in my genes.
Yo Mama willin 2 give it a whirl ....
Gaga and Guzzi

Only 99 Years Apart
Originally uploaded by Annie Kaint Work No Mo.
Kaint believe most 100 years different in age, these 2. Prettie mazing, if you ask Yo Mama. But you didn't and that's o.k. cause I gonna jes keep yapping N-E way. Cute pikture. Bless 'em both.
Yo Mama luckie to have good genes, U B 2.
Suppose Lucy Wood Like Sum New Shoes?

Mitey Well Dressed in Abilene TX
Originally uploaded by Annie Kaint Work No Mo.
Whilst in Abilene TX, Yo Mama and Miz Rezer went shopping 4 a animal for her skoolroom and we seen this very well dressed animal with 4 legs. I wanted to get Miss Lucy some stomps but The Kaptin didn't much go 4 the idear. This animals mama said that doggie liked her shoes and didn't even try to git 'em off when they wuz bran new. Bet Lucy wood have them babies chewed up in 2 minutes.
Yo Mama lets Miss Lucy do whatever she want, anyway.
A Nite To Remember

A Decorated Mustang
Originally uploaded by Annie Kaint Work No Mo.
Yo Mama did her annual Mustang game and this cute lil big girl was bout the proudest thing I saw - jes lookit them flowers, she got 2 of em and I wonder who paid the bill. Don't matter, she B happy so I B happy 4 her. Bet the next a.m. she felt like Cinder-ella.
Miz Rezer Has Nother Life - Cats

Miz Rezer At Home Doin Nuthin But Playin
Originally uploaded by Annie Kaint Work No Mo.
Yessiree, there she B at home, not even gradin papers or chewin nervusly on her hair. Miz Rezer has secret life thet few of us no bout and that is CATS. Yo Mama luvs cats too. Has them kitties gotten N E bigger?
Miz Rezer, Miz Rezer We Love You

Teacher, Teacher !!
Originally uploaded by Annie Kaint Work No Mo.
Yo Mama is PLENTY PROUD of dauter #1 cause she finally dun finded herself, and ther she is 4 all to see, bein the leader of the voters of tomorrey. Wish I cud sit in the room and lern sum stuff myself, like meybe sum new recipes for boat cooks.
Yo Mama Luves You!
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Wisdom of Rufus #1031
Fatty: "Well, I would say it counts because it starts with the 'F' sound but it is actually spelled with a 'PH.'"
Boudreaux, chiming in: "Like 'phantom' and 'pharmacy.'"
Rufus ponders for a moment.
R: "Mom, know what happens when a phoenix farts?"
F: "Not so much."
R: "FLAMES shoot out of it's booty! Get it? FLAMING PHOENIX FARTS! There are my three words for school!"
Wisdom of Rufus #1030
Rufus: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?
Fatty: Excuse me?
R: I said, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
F: How about you don't talk like that because it's not nice language?
Silence as the cogs turn...
R: Well, can I just say "WTH" instead?
YES, IT LIVES
On top of that, we have birthday parties, Halloween parties, and all sorts of excuses to shovel sugar down my children's throats and put them on the fast track to type II diabetes. Yesterday, El Dia de Las Brujas, we had an hour of trick or treating DURING THE SCHOOL DAY, then a party for each--back to back, which took another two hours--birthday presents, a trip to the Hairy Spleen (what we call DQ on El Dia), and then an hour and a half of more trick or treating. By the time we got home, my speech was slurring because I was so tired...