Ouch! I hurt my Weenis

Okay, I have to admit I was more than a little bit skeptical and raised both of my eyebrows when my teen aged son and some friends were in our living room discussing the fact that all of their weenis's were shaped differently! In fact, I immediately went to my computer and did a Google search to see exactly what a weenis was before I reprimanded them.

So what is a Weenis you might ask (I certainly had to find out). According to the “Urban Dictionary” your weenis is:

Definition 1: Weenis

Its actually the skin on your elbow.

Ow, I hit my weenis on the refrigerator.

2: No, it's not weenie/penis, it's weenis. your elbow!

don't touch my weenis.
it's physically impossible to lick your weenis, unless your a freak.
your funny bone is by your weenis.

So that brings us to the next informational from the Urban Dictionary:

Weenis envy:

The deeply jealous feeling you experience when someone stretches their arm out in front of you, and pulls down their weenis (the flap of skin that covers the elbow) showing that it's bigger than yours.

I'll never forget that day when my Mum put her arm out, stretched down her elbow skin, looked me in the eye and said, "Son, my weenis is bigger than yours". The weenis envy still hurts today.

So there you have it. The definition of a Weenis, and the definition of Weenis envy. Hey, don't blame me. I didn't make this word up. Google it yourself if you don't believe me. In the meantime, it is apparently the latest in an effort for teens to shock their parents by discussing things that seem less than stellar to the casual observer.

Also, just for the record, there are even You Tube videos regarding your weenis.

So having located the definition and given myself sufficient time to read up on the subject, I chose to ignore the conversation in my living room that afternoon. I smiled and left the room and the boys burst into gales of hysterical laughter. I overheard one of his friends say, “We have to go try this on my mom next you guys”.

Teen agers! Never a dull moment!

Gas Prices could hit $7!!!!!!

Have you seen the latest on gas prices? That the price will soon go up even higher? Its all over the news and blogs and google.....

I think perhaps it is time to start considering other modes of transportation. Bikes, walking, public transportation or perhaps we should all go back to the horse and buggy. Its hard to say but at the price of gas things are going to be outrageous if our incomes don't increase right along with the price of gas. We thought the 70's were rough on gas prices...if we had only known then what we know now!

Here are a few links to check out regarding the latest on gas prices:


http://www.marketwatch.com/news/story/gasoline-could-hit-7-oil/story.aspx?guid=%7B824E895C-F649-4526-89F1-50C198A8A0D5%7D


http://www.treehugger.com/files/2008/04/gas-7-per-gallon.php

Polygamy and children

Its all over the news and has been for a few weeks now. The big polygamy scandal in Texas. What of the children? Many are asking that on the eve of the first big court date to decide the fate of these innocents.

Though I am not for polygamy myself (my poor husband has enough to do with just one wife, let alone several!), I know that polygamy has gone on for decades. Its a totally different world than many of us are used to.

Do the children suffer? I think there are dysfunctional families in all regions of the world and all religions. It doesn't matter who you are or what religion you belong to, there is going to be a certain degree of dysfunction going on. I know that the state feels that they are saving these children from certain fate. I also know that the families and parents of these children are sure that the children are best left with them. Only the children can truly say if they are suffering.

So who gets to decide who gets to live where? The courts do. All 416 of these children will have their fate decided in a courtroom. There are so many that there is talk of doing it in "batches". I mean seriously, are they really planning to "batch" the children together as a bundle? That just sounds so wrong. I can understand trying to keep biologically related children together, but in a polygamist sect this could be a serious challenge.

These children certainly need all of our prayers. They need the judges and guardian ad litems to have wisdom and to be open minded throughout the decision making process. It would be so frightening to be taken away from the only life you had ever known, separated from your families and loved ones and packed into buses and transported to places you have never ventured to before. For a few it might be an adventure, for others its a terrifying nightmare.

Lets keep these youngsters in our prayers these next weeks as their fate is decided. It would be so tragic to send an abused child back into the arms of their abusers, on the other hand, it would be a travesty of justice to remove a child from a truly loving family.

The Plan

Have you ever noticed that when you have a "Plan" it rarely works out like we plan it to? Is this because of Murphy and his laws again? or is it just the way things go?

Do you wonder if we didn't have a plan, and used that as our plan, if that would work better?

I wonder...

Have You Ever Wondered...

Why we Drive on a Parkway and Park on a Driveway?

Why do drive up ATM machines have braille?

Why a black dog loves to lie in the sunshine and the white dog loves to dump his water dish and roll in the mud puddle he just created?

Why the one day you need it, you don't have it?

Who Murphy was and why does his opinion matter so much anyway?


The things we ponder...

One of those days

I knew it was going to be one of those days. I hadn't started my car in several days as my husband had been home and we had been using his car. Of course, the day I needed my car it had been down below zero and I had a few errands to run starting about 3:00 pm. So at 2:40 I dutifully went out to start my car. Naturally, it did not start. After setting off the security alarm (flashing lights and a kill switch) and not being able to deactivate said alarm, I knew I was in for an interesting afternoon. I dutifully hooked up the battery charger and immediately began working on Plan B.

Thankfully my husbands 3:00 pm meeting was in town. I smiled nicely and batted my eyes at him and offered to start his car, drop him off at his meeting and he agreed. From that point I took my older son to his dr appointment, went to the library to pick up my book and then returned to the clinic to wait. My husband showed up frozen. His meeting had ended early so he walked over. I explained I would have gone to get him had he just called. He smiled and explained that he didn't realize it was so cold. It was now 10 degrees above zero outside.

After dropping my son off at the house, I took my husband to meet a carpool at his next meeting, breezed through our local grocery store and made a beeline to the Girl Scout awards ceremony/potluck dinner. I was just in time. That lasted til 5:45 PM. I took my now feeling crummy (tummy ache and head ache) girl scout home to be with my feeling crummy son and proceeded to our local Youth Center to stand in for my director son who was home lying on the couch with his own tummy ache due to another cause).

At this point my younger son told me a friend had called and NEEDED me to call back by 6:00 PM. I frantically grabbed the phone and dialed as I was changing shoes. After explaining why I couldn't talk and what I had needed I hung up and drove to the Youth Center. Throwing 2 pizza's in the already heating oven I took a deep breath and began my volunteer job for the next hour and 10 minutes.

At long last the other volunteers (who had been frantically running between the Youth Center and a Local High School basket ball game where they were in the band) returned and another volunteer so I was able to get home to my sick daughter and her older brother.

I haven't bothered to try my car yet today, its barely above zero and I don't want to be disappointed. I am content with the sunshine streaming through my windows and my too sick to go to school in case I can't pick her up if she vomits daughter, playing in the background.