WIMTS...Where's the money?

Link up and play.


We love the newbies!

Hey!

Last week, when I said "Im gonna take a break for a while for the internet."

What I meant to say is...

Seriously folks, I am busier than a one legged dog in an ass kicking contest at work. Unrealistic expectations and a budget that is too tight has made my life a nightmare. I bet I logged close to 80 hours last week with no end in sight as far as the massive projects I have on my plate.

I know I should be grateful that Duke and I are employed in this economy and I should feel lucky he is such a cheapskate so frugal that we have little to no debt...



but



I hate that every year the legislature cuts budgets for education which leads to leaner staffing and no pay increases.  It's hard to stay motivated when you work 3 times as much and see no change in your paycheck!  We keep screaming for better education for our children, we cry because our kids are failing in math and science in America....  but every year it's the same.  Taxes are raised and education money is cut.


I don't get political here very often but I have had it.  Its time for change.. not talk.

Link up and play... all the cool kids are doing it!



and don't forget Thursday the Twitter Exchange with the Wolf pack!

you know you want to do it!  Tweet my twitter!

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I have something for you to do!

Get your post ready for tomorrow (Wednesday)

I need some friends to play with!

Think of something you wish you would have said instead of what you DID say.  Or better yet... what DID YOU SAY that you shouldn't have?

Quality Computer TIme with or without Duke

More leftovers... the end of the week will be the end of the work hell I have been living for the past month and I will be back with original content.  Until then... grab a cold drink and enjoy

Duke: "You spend way too much time on the computer."

Chief: "So." click, click, click...send.

Duke: "Well, so why don't you watch this T.V. show with me?"

Chief: "Cuz I don't want to."

Duke: "But we always used to watch T.V. together."

Chief: "Can't I just sit here with you while you watch T.V. and do what I want?" click, click

Duke: "If we do that then I may as well not even have a wife!"

Chief: "Sounds good to me"...click, click, click...send

Duke: "Don't you want to spend time with me?"

Chief: "Sure, you wanna read my blog?"

Duke: "No...men don't blog."

Chief: "You have no idea what you are talking about?"

Duke: "Oh yeah? Well, you just go ahead and pound on that sumbitchin' keyboard. I'll get my own hobby!"

Chief: "Uh huh" click, click, click...send

Duke: "And you will be O.K. with that?"

Chief: "Yup."

Duke: "O.K. then, I'm going to start doing my own thing." stomps off

Chief: "O.K. Honey, thanks for understanding." click, click, click...send.

Chief: Wooo! I'm glad that's settled! click click

Now go over to We Believe Blogs and link up with Mister Linky to find some great new blogging peeps!

 

Sign up to be added to our directory while you're there!  It's a place for everyone!

 

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Friday Follow with tasty leftovers while Im on a break

I am regurgitating leftovers while on hiatus!

This is a post from a trip with the family last summer and I am participating in Friday Follow with some amazing peeps!











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You would think the boys would be used to it by now. You know... ME?

Saturday while on our road trip escaping from reality we made one of the many stops to pee that we always have to make because I pee a lot (read about that here). We stopped at a convenience store in Fillmore or Scipio or some BFE small hick town. I ran in hoping that by shuffling and squeezing my girl parts, I wouldn't pee myself. I did the usual quick scan of the signage inside the store looking for the RESTROOM.

There! Back in the corner, run! (shuffle, shuffle, shuffle).

I make it to the door only to find a group of women milling about and this:

Some of you may think this is a problem. But I am a problem solver by nature. So I look around and find this:

I push my way past the keigel squeezing women and their daughters who are grabbing at their unmentionables and bust through the door to the men's restroom.

Now. I have to be honest. I expected this to be a regular one room bathroom, you know the ones usually found in convenience stores, all with their own lock? But this one was different. Obviously, this particular establishment gets alot of bathroom traffic because they have a full on 3 stall restroom complete with one of these:

I was a bit taken back but was relieved to see no one was using this particular fixture as I dashed (shuffled) past it on my way to the nearest stall where (as Duke would say) I proceeded to drop trowel (pull my pants down). Oh the relief! Those poor women outside have no idea what they are missing.

Until I hear the door to the bathroom open and as I looked under the stall door I see these:

and I hear the trickling sound that could only be that of a man relieving himself.

Hmmmm. Interesting. I never thought about this occurring when I bounded (shuffled) through the door into the man sanctuary. I'm feeling a bit creeped out, I will admit. What to do? Not really panicked, just pensive. I will wait until he leaves and then calmly walk out like nothing happened. I'm sure the ladies outside are enjoying the show. As soon as this gentleman walked in after me, I bet a crowd gathered, waiting to see how I would handle myself. Well, I will show them that I can not be ruffled!

more trickling...a burp...(or was that something else?)

WOW! He really had to go! Is he ever going to leave?

Just then, the door opens again and lo and behold it is my posse of boys. Won't they get a kick out of this one? They have no idea I am in here. I see Bud's shoes and then the shoes stop. I see his ankles flex in only a way that tells me he is leaning a bit and looking at my shoes. The ankles freeze. I hear whispering, I see two more sets of shoes. Duke and Boog. They are all whispering now. The guy must be gone so I open the stall door, and see all three of my boys huddled in the corner of the bathroom with eyes as big as watermelons. Bud immediately shoves me back into the stall while Duke is frantically pointing at the strange man's back side. I rolled my eyes and began shutting the stall door when Duke motioned for me to make a run for it! I darted past my new potty friend (I admit, I glanced over to get a look at him. It was a reflex. I mean I had bonded with this guy. We had peed together and we both obviously really had to go!) I made it safely out but not before another patron (big and greasy) entered and did a double take at the peeing man, me, and this:

Get over it Mr. Crisco! You can pass judgement once you've had a 9 pound head squeeze through your "V", taking all your insides with it! I looked for my adoring fans (the kiegel crew) only to find that the closed sign had been removed. Apparently, it was just a temporary closure. Good! Now I can go in and wash the man germs off my hands!

Needless to say my boys have told me that they will be scarred for life. I think Boog is a bit disgusted and wishes he could put himself up for adoption. Bud says he will have nightmares for the rest of his life and he will always remember the view of my tennies underneath the man stall. Duke (painfully shy) is incredulous that I would even consider walking into a men's bathroom without a lookout. All I have to say is, when I have to pee, I have to pee right now! Would it have been more traumatizing if I peed in a fountain cup while standing next to the emergency car care aisle? I say yes and I am not ashamed.

Plus I got to see a strange man's butt.

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Goodbye is such sweet sorrow! Until we meet again!

Hey!  To all my blogging peeps...

Im gonna take a break for a while for the internet.

ummm......

wait a sec....

What I Meant to Say is:

I think everyone is great and I hope to be back on the airwaves soon!  I just got some issues Im working on in real life!

I will add a link up for those who want to meet some really cool bloggers!

Conversations With Bud "Where is my football?"

Isn't he adorable?

Set up:


Running out the door for school.... 6:45 AM

Bud: "Hey CHIEEEEFFF!?"

Tired Chief: "What?"

Panicked Bud: "WHERE . IS . MY . FOOT . BALL?"

Chief:  "Son, I have no idea.  If you put it back in the same place each time you use it then you would always know where it is. Now brush your teeth and lets go." (just the thought of your mother saying this makes your toenails curl huh?  ooooo... I hated it! That's why I too, must torture my kids with the same lecture...)

Bud, High Pitched Now: "I know it was in the kitchen and when I did the dishes, I put it in my room...What will I do at lunch if I don't have my football?  WE HAVE TO FIND IT!"

Chief: "No, we don't have to find anything... get in the car and you can clean your room tonight and you will most likely find it then." (adding insult to injury with mention of an extra chore after school... I am the devil.)

Bud: "BUT!  BUT! This sucks, man!  My life TOTALLY sucks!"

Chief: shoving his ass into the car "Yes, honey... I know..."

LATER THAT DAY.... AFTER SCHOOL:

I go to the fridge to get a cold Coke Zero and I find this: 

He cleaned the kitchen alright! The problem is, I can't find the ketchup!  I bet you $100 it's in his room where the football should be.

I don't make this Sh*t up people... not even Chief has that vivid of an imagination!

If you just can't wait you can check out these other conversations I've had with Bud since the hormones took over his brain cells.

Where are the groceries?
What Time Is It?
A Cup for his "package"
About Bud 

Don't forget What I Meant to Say Wednesday, with Chief!  Its back!  Same bat time... same bat channel...

and then on Friday "TWITTER EXCHANGE WITH THE WOLF PACK!"

I am a published writer and you can be one too!  Talk to me about it hidingfromthekids@live.com

The Skew with the Crazy Wolf Pack! NETIQUETTE!

This week's Episode of the SKEW!  With the Wolf Pack  Supahmommy, Chief, Princess of Sarcasm and Mommy is in the Bathroom (who is AWOL this week due to moving and other lame excuses)

Where we take email exchanges between the "Pack" and share them with the blogosphere!

Netiquette!  (It's not a hairspray!)

Chief @ Hiding from the Kids

Listen up wolfies:  freaking people are not following rules around here. But wait. am I the only one that thinks there are actually rules round this blog hoes phere?

Are there rules to follow in the blog world?

Supahmommy wrote:

Rules rules rules. 

I like to make them.. but I indeed break them. 

I say screw you ALL!  I'll do what I want when I want! 

* but dont' you all be going backdooring my meme's and using me like a 2 dollar whore to advertise something of your own: without playing my games. 

*  dont' dis my blog when it gets a facelift-  if you get a perm.. adn it looks like an afro on speed.. im goinna tell you it looks Annie Licious.. don't tell me you  hate it.  I'll hate you. 

*  Be supportive.  I try to support peoples idea by giving them a plug.  I can't play all the games on teh web.. but I try to support them. 

* don't get  all  " pissy petunia" if someone doens't get over to visit your blog -  

What else?  

I like rules.  It's fun.  ALL HAIL RULES !

Chief:
OH SHIT!  I gotta 911 emergency here!  you are never going to believe this!
It's 1:00 pm... been at work for almost 6 hours... just went pee and when I looked down while sitting on the pot... I saw that I had one blue shoe (suede) and one patent leather shiny black shoe on!  WT HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?

Supah:
Officially just pissed myself!  LMAO!

Chief:
They are different heights as well.. didn't notice I was walking sideways
for 6 friggin' hours!


Princess of Sarcasm:

NOW who's the dumbass! LMAO

Chief:

Y’all should be feeling sorry for me

I get dressed in the dark!  So I don’t wake up Duke

There are days I come with shirts on backwards/ inside out

One day I came to work with my slacks on backwards… the slanted pockets were on my ass

Supahmommy:

the first time i ran into a former play group of moms that i was uber involved in from there forward

i had my cardigan on inside farking out.  

the whole time.

dbd told me AS WE WERE LEAVING

first impressions;)

Jenn @ She Says

My dog is STILL LICKING THE RUG.  OMG.  What, almost a week later?  He just licks it and licks it...I have cleaned and lifted and adjusted that damn rug a gazillion times.  I don't get it.

My dog is wearing me out...


Chief:
What is the Skew topic again?

So whats your take on Netiquette?

Or Wardrobe Malfunctions?



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Scaring the peediddle out of the adolescent Supah Survivor Challenge!

I confess!

I am a terrible mother!

What I put my kids through to win a contest!

Dontchew worry, I have added significant monies to his future therapy fund.

This weeks challenge was to scare the bedaddles out of someone...

Of course I chose Bud.. the easy target, who is escared of his own shadow... (bless his heart he is such a good sport!)





This should get me the loot this week!  I've won a few consolation prizes but I am waiting for the big one!

I am a published writer for an international company!  Ask me about it!

Yo Tweeps! Come Pway Wiff the Wolf Pack!

What I Meant to Say has been pre-empted this week for a new launch of the Wolf Pack Twitter Exchange!

Dontchew worry WIMTS will be back next week in full force so you best be gettin yer crap ready to post!


This is all about following and meeting some new twitter friends.  IT'll be fast, easy and in your face.  So many people enjoyed it last time!

Click the birdie to go follow Chief

 (dontcha love the new twitter button!  Amber made it for me! )

DIRECTIONS: To play along and increase your twitter twaffic do the following:

1.   Follow the first  5  Twitter Twaffic hosts listed on  the linky.   Netiquette and courtesy!   They'll reciprocate your love on twitter!

2.  MAKE A BLOG POST LIKE I  am doing.   Copy and Paste these directions.

3.  Grab the YO Tweeps  Twaffic Exchange Button pictured below.   Put him in your post. (He's so cute.    Put him on your sidebar too if you're that kinda girl.  Netiquette... not a hairspray lol )

<a href="http://www.hidingfromthekids.com/2010/03/yo-tweeps-come-pway-wiff-wolf-pack.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s27/dperry_2007/yotweeps-1.png" /></a>  



5.  Put  YOUR OWN  twitter icon / link on your blog post like I did. It should directly link to your TWITTER PROFILE.  ( there are directions below if you need)

6.  Now link up your post below in the linky!

7.  Visit some other #YOtweeps linkers on the list.
8.  Follow them if you choose and shout out to them on twitter  that you are following so they can instantly follow you if they're on.  (Follow their blog as well if you're interested.)  

Example:   @personsname #yotweeps  I'm following! 

9. If someone follows  you JUST  reciprocate on twitter.  It's that easy. Join in the fun and grab the code to paste the linky in your own site ! Spread the word.  WE'LL BE BACK every THURSDAY TO DO THIS AGAIN! (starting again next week)

p.s.  Tweetdeck.com is AWESOME and makes this game  of twitter SO MUCH EASIER and fun.


How to make a twitter ICON:  *  here are some twitter icon sites  
( WHERE TO GET THE COOL TWITTER PICS).. http://twittericonfactory.com/  
http://www.twittericon.com/  
http://www.hongkiat.com/blog/100-remarkably-beautiful-twitter-icons-and-buttons/  

FIND ONE...  that you like.  Download it and put your name on it with a site like photobucket, picnik.com , photoshop, paint etc.     Then upload  it to your blog post and link your twitter profile to it directly!

This THURSDAY on  :

 

NETIQUETTE:  it's not a hairspray.

I am a published writer .... talk to me about it at treasureh@macaronikid.com

Stick it to Supah Tuesday...

In honor of last week's What I Meant to Say post:

Go over and see how to play!



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Conversations With Bud "What time is it?"

A new,  (possibly) regular, event taking place right here at Hiding from the Kids...

Setup:

Sunday morning, Bud calls one of his church leaders to see when a church meeting is scheduled

He is told "10:00 am" so he dresses quickly and heads over to the church... the rest of the family continues to get ready for church until 10:27 when the phone rings.

Chief: "Hello?"

Bud: "Hey. Chief... ummm.. question for ya... Did we remember about daylight savings last night.. ya know,  with our clocks?"

Chief: "Uh.. well, you had a meeting at 10:00 right?

Bud: "Yah"

Chief: "and when you arrived the meeting started, right?"

Bud: "Um.... yah"

Chief: "So obviously you are right on schedule right?"

Bud: *crickets*..... "so it's 10:30 right now?"

Chief: "Yes, Son"

Bud: "Okay um... Bye"

Chief :"Good luck today Bud"

Until next week or maybe sooner when we have another "conversation with Bud" (the adolescent)....


If you just can't wait you can check out these other conversations I've had with Bud since the hormones took over his brain cells.

Where are the groceries?
A Cup for his "package"
About Bud 

P.S. IMPORTANT NOTE... There will be no What I Meant to Say Wednesday this week.  The Wolf Pack is testing out a new Blog Carnival "Yo Tweeps" Twaffic Exchange...
get weady to pway on Wednsday! 

and this week on "The Skew"

Netiquette... 

is there suchathing?

Find out what The Wolf Pack thinks when you get a sneak peak into our email exchanges...  

THURSDAY!

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