Just a bunch of crap

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Since my brain has completely melted from today’s activities at home and work, I can only produce a bunch of crappy Engrish lessons for all of you. If you must know, Engrish can be simply defined as the humorous English mistakes that appear in Asian advertisings and product designs.

I know, EEEEW, but really it is meant to be CRAB FORK!

Don't forget to bring your Crap Fork, for some Fried Crap and with Spicy Sauce too...mmmm

Anyone want some Doodoo Rice Pop? Maybe it's for a cleansing experience. hehe

Damn! I didn't know Eric Crapton was so famous in Japan!

Yeah, I know you've seen this one in here before. But do I give a crap? Ok everybody sing...If you're happy and you know it crap your hands!

Ok, now I'm going to bed. And oh yeah, I took them all from Engrish.com

Rain Rain Go Away

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This past Friday I have been invited to join the staff writer team of a newly launched Chicago neighborhood online mag and I couldn’t be more excited. I have this blog to thank for having been discovered. Apparently, the Communications Director has been lurking here and enjoyed my writing style. Who would’ve known! Now if you had a chance to read my “101 Things About Me” (found in my sidebar), it shows in #35 that I once dreamt of being a writer. And voila, here it is! But then again, does this make me a writer? So imagine my excitement when I was asked!

I will basically write about everything and anything about Chicago Chinatown and its surrounding neighborhoods. So every night I have been concocting of many articles I would like to write. At most times these exciting ideas lull me to a happy sleep. My semi-organized mind ran through many contacts and research ways about this Chinatown. The possibilities are just so endless and my excitement is surging even more.

My problem is that although I have many great ideas, I can easily be intimidated. I tend to question myself when people question my capabilities. Like I am not worth of such honor. Deep down it makes me angry, but it definitely fuel the flames in my love of writing. So in my excitement to do this newly acquired work, I question myself if I am doing this just to prove that I could. I hate to think of it that way, but some people have a way of dampening your spirits!

Have you ever been in a situation when someone near and dear to you have no faith in what you can accomplish?

The True Gem

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My parents are in the process of moving in with my younger sister and husband, so we've been helping them pack and sort their stuff. You see, my parents have a problem. They are what my siblings and I call as "dust collecting hoarders". They happen to collect anything and everything dust can collect on. Even invaluable items are valuable to them. This used to bother me so much, but to my surprise I found so many treasures that I am so happy and now in possession of.

Now, I’m not talking about jewelry or a sack-full of moolahs, I am talking about items that brought back the happy childhood memories. And that is the true gem.

Things I found:

-All of my 1st boyfriend letters @ 14 (I was crackin' myself up just reading)

-Letters and poems I’ve written and dated in grade school (boring, but nice to see)

-My wallet from grade school around 1979 complete with classmate photos and numbers

-My parent’s love letters from 1963! (Definitely a blog material – I will have to save it for the rainy days)

I have yet to finish digging through my parent’s stuff and I’m excited to see what else I will come up with. Which reminds me, I should definitely only hide “clean” love letters between my husband and I, because now I realize that someday my children will discovers ours as well. You see, I’m also a “dust collecting hoarder”, and I now know how I became one.

What is your most prized possession from childhood days?

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Oh by the way, please welcome and check out my new blog tenant Peanut Tales! I received other bids for the spot and I of course automatically accepted Peanut Tales. She’s a fellow Crazy/Hip Blog Mama, and I happen to be a fan of her blog. She’s a mom to 4 beautiful peanuts that are consumed with poop thoughts. Hehe. One of her latest posting is on her daughter’s concern on manure usage, and I think about a couple weeks back she had written about her 2 boy’s fascination with poop. I was laughing so hard and after you read in her blog, you will too!

It's Water Goddess To You

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I’m so proud to say that I am now a real “Soccer Mom”. Woohoo! My son has been begging to take soccer for the longest time but I seem to always mess it up and never make it on time for the enrollment. Finally this spring /summer season, we got in. My son has joined the hockey league at one point, and still takes piano, but being called Hockey Mom or Piano Mom just does not have the same ring. So when my 6 year old joined the Junior Soccer League I am as excited as he is. Even tickled to say the least.

I was surprised by finally getting the call from the coach after I sent in the application to AYSO, and I was told that my son is part of the Grape Team (how cute is that). Specifics were given – when, where, and how practices and games are played. But the biggest surprise of all is I got asked to be Team Parent. Feeling important all of the sudden, I of course said Yes. Then it dawned on me. I don’t even know how soccer is played, and I’m going to be Team Parent!? So before the Coach hung up I said “Uhmmm…I’m not sure I’m capable of being one, because I don’t even know how soccer is played.” He gave a chuckle and obviously noticed how nervous I got because he said, “Oh, don’t be worried – all you have to do is the weekly water scheduling for parents”. I let out a sigh of chuckle and said that I will gladly accept the job.

A few weeks later, all parents in the team were emailed of specifics like what was discussed on the phone. Then the email was ended with. “Also, Mrs. Tam is our Team Parent”. Now I’m starting to feel silly for even having a title to my name. Why “Team Parent” when it sounds like the title is supposed to be more than what it is? I feel like I should be given my own little cushioned bench spot with an umbrella and martini on hand while I direct the game play by play along with the Coach. Don’t get me wrong – I’m perfectly fine with the water job, but can I just be called the “Water Girl” or "Water Goddess" or something. A title like that seem more apropos don't you think?

This afternoon is the first Soccer practice and I just feel like yelling, “Ok people, no messin’ with the Team Parent because you know every single one of you and your children will need water so you better kiss my high horse butt, and by the way, do you guys prefer sparkling or tap"?

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And oh, to those other teams you better watch out because "Team Grape will crush every single one of you!" hehe

Knockin' Wood

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3 days down, 11 more to go.
That’s the countdown in how much longer my in-laws are in town. And just after 3 days, I already needed therapy.

Therapy is a way to make me sane for the moment. So off I went. And as usual, Mommy Couture Land and Target had done well on the emotional state I am currently in. Shopping Therapy at it’s best. Yes, I know…excuses…excuses…Just another reason to shop.

One great payoff when my in-laws are in town is that I get to actually be on my own. No strollers in tow, No diaper bags to pack, and No incoherent conversations in the car like “What would you want to eat?” and almost always I get a direct answer “Mama, the blue Power Ranger is stronger than the red one”. Okay, I guess pizza it is. Huh?

So imagine how excited I was before leaving for Mommy Couture Land and all I had to bring is my purse. But all suddenly, it felt weird and lonely. Then I did something out of the ordinary--I actually begged my 6 year old to come with me. I wanted company so bad. And because Gramps is around, he’d rather stay home with them. I was becoming needy and even asked my husband to come with me. He looked at me and said, “Just go and enjoy!” Gosh, what I would do just to hear that more often-- and now I'm confusing myself on the way I am reacting to it.

So after ALMOST taking my 2 year old with me, I just decided to hop on the car and leave. And to no surprise, everything went so smoothly. No potty breaks, no snack breaks, no tug-of-war in the store aisles, and no running amuck in the frenzy of jam packed mall. I tried on clothes, tried on shoes, even went to the bookstore and sat down for a cappucino. I basically indulged myself like I used to before I had children (aaaaahhhhh). After 4.5 hours later -- I came home feeling a little renewed.

I guess having my in-laws for 11 more days isn’t all that bad. But just in case - lemme knock on wood on that one!

Why Do I Do This To Myself?!

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I’ve recently been very active in going to my Chicago Moms; a Moms In The City group, but I have to admit that it has taken a toll in getting stuff done at home. Yesterday I did a clean-up marathon all day because my in-laws are flying in from California to visit for 2 weeks. Yes, 2 freakin’ weeks. The funny part is I have always been a planner. I am somewhat of a freak planner. I make my list of things to accomplish, check each one as I go along, and then smile and take pride when I’ve done everything to the T. And I don’t do things halfway. If I do it, then I might as well do it exactly how it should be done.

Well this past week alone I’ve been to 3 events with the Chicago Moms. I was able to let my hair down and just go with the flow. Not only did I show up in the events but I also got even more active in our online message boards and concocted more plans for upcoming weeks to come.

So imagine my despair when I woke up yesterday morning at 7am. No list to follow and I have 17 hours left to get the house and kids in order before my in-laws arrive at midnight. Not to mention that I only had 3 hours of sleep so I was wobbling around like I’m drunk all day. Thank God my husband decided to stay home because I don’t know how I could’ve managed.

I was running around like a skipping one-legged woman kickin’ ass. I was that busy! (Hehe) Armed with several dose of espresso and a husband who took care of my 2 year old, I did 7 loads of laundry, cleaned 2 bathrooms, 2 kitchens, 4 bedrooms, basement, kid’s playroom, living room, and still managed to blog a couple fillers (on being punk’d, site stat search,and calgon moment). Whew!

I was so exhausted that this one-legged woman could not skip or kick no mo’. And after yesterday’s marathon – I swore to myself that I would never do that again. I want myself back. Then I turned on my computer and as soon as I checked my email, I realized I just RSVP’d for 3 more events with the Chicago Moms this coming week. Help?!

This Old Bitch Ain't Free!

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Neurotic Mom had mentioned to pay attention of your site statistic details, and I sure did. And lookee what I found.

04/12/06 15:26:05 "free old bitch" (MSN)
04/12/06 14:42:51 "show me the gspot" (MSN)
04/10/06 21:23:02 "bitch mom with her sonvideo" (MSN)

Now I can understand the gspot thing since I ran a contest giving away a gspot vibe, but a bitch? OLD bitch? and video... hmmm... Well sorry to dissapoint whoever was looking, because this bitch doesn't come cheap. hehe.

I want to hear what's in your site stats details.

I've been Punk'd!

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I mean Tagged.
And now I have to tag 6 other bloggers. And in case you are reading this - then consider yourself tagged as well! ( Another one of those stunts PajamaMama pulled on me) And thanks to her, I now have to get this fulfilled otherwise my bloglife will go kaput. Oh, the horror! As much as I stayed away from anything close to chain letters/emails, I must admit that I will succumb to this one.

My 6 victims:
  • WriteWingNut
  • Mommy On the Verge
  • Mama, Mama Come Here
  • Incoherent-ish
  • Crazy Thoughts by Chelle
  • Reluctant Housewife
Rules:

1.Go write weird facts/things/etc. about yourself in my comment box and tag six more people!

2. Then leave a comment that says ‘You are tagged’ on their page telling them to read your blog. And yes this time you can blame it on me, Sugarmama.

And here are weird facts about myself:

- I organize my children's bookshelves according to the book height. Like I don't have better things to do.

- I am overly critical about my handwriting and so I find myself rewriting on cards and letters a few times before I am content.

- I kept all my diary starting from 3rd grade and still read thru them every January. A stupid little ceremony I have for the new diary of the year.

- I watch tearjerker movies when I'm feeling melancholy and enjoy having to sob like crazy.

Now it's your turn! Now pls. blame PajamaMama and not me!

In Need Of Calgon Moment

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Val from Adventures in Parenting asked her readers to throw any questions her way so she can answer them in her next posting. And so I did just that, and now even answering my own question.

What do you miss the most before having your child?

There are so many things I wish I could do...But having to do them means I have to worry about what to do with the kids. Don't get me wrong, I love my children (truly, madly, deeply), but I also value my sanity. And salvaging my sanity is getting away from my kids even for just a little while. Just long enough that I can come back and be the "whole" Mommy that I would like to provide them with.

Here are my top 5 of what I miss the most before having kids:
  1. I miss having to wake up at 2am with my husband and run to some 24 hours pancake shop.
  2. I miss having to clean my house and not having to pick up the same items off the floor over and over again.
  3. I miss sitting down with a good book, good wine, and good music to unwind in the evening without having to be interrupted.
  4. I miss getting calls from my girlfriends, and having to say "allright...I'll meet you there in an hour"
  5. I miss having to gussy up myself for parties without having to sweat it off anyway because I still have to get the kids ready too.

So, tell me what's in your list?

My Dear Son - Please Always Tell Me More

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When I got home at 1:30pm today after running mid-morning errands, my kindergartener's teacher left us a message in the answering machine. She had asked for me to meet and talk with her after class today at 2:45 pm, and because the message sounds so uneasy I instantly got so nervous. This is the first time that the teacher has ever called me at home, so it must be serious.

I got really antsy and my stomach was churning. I was running stuff in my head, thinking of worst-case scenarios, like someone has hurt my child etc...etc...The hour and a half wait felt like a lifetime of suffering. I was panicking deep inside.

I got to his class and immediately the teacher pulled me aside. She said that my son has complained that his "private" hurts. And she asked him so many questions if it hurts when he pees, or when he walks, etc. Or did he maybe bump on something? But my son is supposedly just quiet and too embarrassed to talk.

I was dying deep inside. What is happening to my boy? As soon as I saw him, he instantly cried. My heart felt like it dropped. I hugged him, and asked what's wrong but he wouldn't say. I felt so helpless. We walked outside the school and I looked at him straight in the eyes and I told him as I always say - that he can tell me anything. He said, "Someone hurt me". I wanted to die right there. I kept looking strong for him, and said please tell me more.

But then he said, "I didn't want Bryan to get in trouble, Mama". Bryan is his classmate. He was sobbing so badly. " Well, what did Bryan do?" Then he said "He punched me in my private part". Somehow, I was relieved (breathing better at this time) that it wasn't what I was thinking. But I investigated more - and asked how it happened. He said that Bryan just hit him for no reason. Not even playing, and it happened while they were in line to leave the lunchroom.

We marched back in the school to report back to his teacher about what happened. I told him that maybe Bryan was playing and he got too rough and so he needs to be told that he shouldn't be doing that. And I told him that I understand that he is concerned about getting Bryan in trouble, but that Bryan will never know that he had hurt him bad if he wasn't told. So we went to his teacher and the teacher was especially apologetic and explained to him that she's there to make sure that he doesn't get hurt and that Bryan needs to understand that he hurt him. The teacher assured me that she would talk to Bryan and his parents.

My son seem a little more relieved that he was able to come out with it. But he did say that he's still hurting down there. Poor baby. I'm sure he's just sore, and he added that it was not his private that got really hurt, but more in the upper groin area. On our walk back to the car, I told him how proud I was of him. That I was so proud of him telling me.

When I got back in the car, I sobbed non-stop. My boy is fine...Thank God he is fine.


A Man Boy

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Just when I thought that my day should be uneventful, my child gave me material to write about.

If you look at that picture closely, my 6 year old son took the liberty on showing her "gazangas" by just drawing it on top of her shirt. Now, should I be concerned about this?

My other boy, soon to be 3 year old, sees the Glamour magazine and said - "it looks like a face". Hehe…and you know what, it does!

I speak Engrish, and you?

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Hey I'm Asian so I can make fun of my people! hehe. Here are some hilarious pics (and unfortunately real) from Engrish.com, a site that I've been visiting for years now.

If you're happy and you know it, crap your hands...crap crap
Everybody sing with me...











I ruv my groundpa and groundma! Do you?







It's buy one get wan flee! Prus flench flies!











Now will you ruv me rong time and leave me a comment please?

Confessions of a Junkie

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I admit - I am so guilty. I am a TLC junkie. The TLC Channel that is. How can I not be? They first started airing "The Wedding Story" around the time I just got married in 1994, then "The Baby Story" came around when I first got pregnant with my firstborn in 2000. Then "Trading Spaces" around the time my husband and I started redoing our basement and even "What Not To Wear" now that I'm getting fat and at lost with the wardrobe thingy. I just couldn't get enough of seeing all the beautiful and happy endings.

Not only am I in love with the shows in TLC, but also I wished that I were in Paige's shoes and Stacy London's position. And I would love, and I mean LOVE to have been in "Clean Sweep". But I can't bear people watching my clutter and embarrassing my children to no end, so I would never apply anyway.

This year (I think?) they had just started 2 new shows that I can't stop watching. "Little People, Big World" and "Tuckerville". Both inspiring shows for families and both have amazing Women, and more importantly both have amazing Moms! I kept seeing both in commercials and didn't even plan on watching them. But after an accidental channel surfing, I am now glued to these 2 shows.

Amy Roloff (Mom in "Little People, Big World") in her 4-foot tall stature holds down 2 jobs and raises 4 kids (a pair of 15-year-old teenage twins - one little, and the other of average height, a 12-year-old, daughter, and an 8-year-old boy). Her daily life is a challenge - even for just doing the most minute chore. Just watching her climb the shopping carts just to grab a can of something from the shelves makes me tired. And she walked out with a cartful of stuff! Now, imagine her having to take it off to place items in the conveyor for the cashier to ring, and even worse, imagine how she carried out the bags from the tall shopping carts onto the trunk of her van! Whew! This little lady is even the soccer coach for her son's little league, where she is actually as tall or if anything shorter than the kids she coaches. Gosh, I have no right of complaining on anything after watching her.

On "Tuckerville", Tanya Tucker; the country singer maven brings her reality of a single mom who's doing the best she knows how. Tanya admits she's not a typical parent, but her life has been anything but typical. And although I'm not a proponent of country songs and country singers (ok, pls. no hate mail - this is just my preference) I fell in love with her as a Mom. There was one episode when her son's pet snake escaped from its house and was later found still alive but the head was trapped on to a sticky mousetrap pad. I expected Tanya to go ballistic over the situation since she was first upset when she found out that her son bought one for a pet. But infact, she saved that animal and followed directions on the phone from the animal control by pouring oil on the snake and slowly peeling it off, with her own bare hands! Pfft, yeaaah right! If that was me, I would rather have the animal control take the darn snake and do whatever they want it. I wouldn’t even care what they do with as long as it is not inside my home. But Tanya did it. She did it for her son, and for that lucky creature. That Mom deserves a medal! Come to think of it, I can't even name any of her songs, and wasn't really familiar of who she was. I've heard of her name but that was that.

Another thing about these two shows is that my kids love watching them too. My boys enjoy watching the Roloff boys’ playfulness, as much as they love Grayson (Tanya’s son) and his silly antics. They normally hate all the shows I want to see, but whenever I have these 2 shows on, they sit down and watch and even laugh with me. And that makes me very happy!

What TV Shows are you glued into lately?

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Come and Meet my new tenant Kel of Mama? MAMA COME HERE! I'm so excited to have found her blog (or did she find me?). Kel is also a Mom of boys (like me) and also a Midwest Gal. Her blog premise says -- "Mama knows best? Hardly. Between my three year old and my infant, I'm often just one decision away from a parental mishap. Some days I hold it together, some days I don't. What will today bring?" -- now, doesn't this ring a bell to all Mommies?!

And The Award Goes To...

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(For those reading here for the first time, you should read my last 2 postings first and see what the contest is about along with the funny entries I received.)

Ok Lights…Camera…
Drum rolls please.

WriteWingNut ! Come on down!
You are the next recipient of the Sugar Awards. Well actually the first ever recipient. So accept this award handed to you by the Academy and grace us with a speech.And of course, the biggest trophy of all is the vibe courtesy of IntimatePursuits.com that you will be receiving in the mail.

WriteWingNut is a 33 year old homeschooling mom of three residing in Virginia. Her entry is just downright hilarious. I can’t imagine having to check-in for an hour of uninterrupted whoopee just to get away from the kids, but your “Hotel, Motel, if you don’t tell, I won’t tell” scenario is considered foreplay in itself – so I may just have to concoct a real get-a-way from my young ones. Hehe! Just imagine the many act-out scenes you can go with that ending. So Congratulations WriteWingNut!

For the rest of you guys that posted an entry…thank you for the laughs!
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I thought it would be fun to do a monthly contest so I decided to dedicate a SUGAR AWARDS page ( see button in my sidebar) for the list of upcoming winners along with WriteWingNut.

A Quest For The Vibe Winner

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Last Thursday I created a contest on the funniest story in diverting your children's attention just to get a little nookie and boy did I get great entries! I had promised a vibe courtesy of IntimatePursuits.com for the deserving winner but I need help since they are all pretty good. The contest is now closed, but if you would like to share yours if you haven't already - feel free to do so. I will announce the winner on Wednesday morning instead of the promised Tuesday afternoon - so please help me by voting in my comments section on who has the funniest and why?

Here are the 6 contenders:

boodafli said...
i have the unique situation, of living with my baby, my babydaddy, and my mom right now. and for a while after peanut was born, it was looking like she'd be an only child, because obviously, i was never going to have time for sex again. fast forward 5 months, when she magically started sleeping through the night. now, let it be known that we cosleep. and up to this point, me and the babydaddy had only been snuggling. no hankypanky. but 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep, 3 nights in a row, well, that does things to a girl, y'know? so come bedtime, we settle the peanut, and start trying to start a lil sumthing. so we're kissing, and so forth, and it occurs to me, that i'm just not okay with doing it in the bed, so i pull him rather ungracefully to the floor. this of course, is a noisy prospect, and so we freeze, like high school kids about to get caught by daddy, to see if we've awakened the peanut. a minute passes, and nothing. whew! so we get back to business. at this point, i should mention that i'm breastfeeding. but i'm no longer leaking, right? so it never occurs to me to even worry about being shirtless. they don't tell you, in any of the breastfeeding books, that squirting your unsuspecting lover in the face is a possibility during the big O. but nevertheless, that is indeed what happened. bless his heart, he kept right on, and didn't miss a beat, as he wiped his brow, but pretty much, that was the most peculiar booty moment ever. and it's all due to the peanut. who, is still and only child.

Nertnie said...
Hrmm.. k... my humourous story: When the little guy (who is now a strapping 16-yr-old who towers over me) was about 2 or 3, he wandered into the bedroom one night - all bleary-eyed and tousled hair. "Whatcha doin', Mommy?""Erm.. We're wrestling." "Why aren't you wearing clothes?" "We got hot." "Why are you on top, Mommy?" "I'm winning!" He left the room...his father and I giggled a bit.. until he came back a few minutes later... wide-eyed.. and said, "I know what you're doin' Mommy! You're SEXING!"Laughing that hard not only kinda spoils the mood - but it makes things pop out rather suddenly. :D

mommy on the verge said...
Now, if I could MAKE-UP a story, it would be so much better, but this isn't my creative writing class, so here is my okay 'don't wake up the baby story'After putting our baby down (way back when) I didn't want us to wake her, because she was one of those very difficult babies to put to sleep. So, we um...started to do...*things* and things started to get loud, so I kept stopping. Husband was not happy about this, so rather than giving up I said, okay, let's go to the living room. Now, we lived in a very small condo at the time, so our dog's kennel was in our tiny living room as well as where I cats slept. So, I laid a big blanket down on the carpet and I said 'okay, let's start up again.'Husband says 'I can't do it with the dog staring at us.' 'Well, I said, 'if we put her in our room and shut the door, she will start whining.'Husband did not want to go without at this point, so he looked at me, he looked at our dog who was now wagging her tail thinking we were here to play, and then he took the tablecloth off the table and put it over her kennel and locked her in.So, we 'hurried' and did the *eh hem, nasty* and when we were done and laying there, we felt we were being stared at...yes, our Siamese Himalayan cats had woken up from the couch and were now perched near the blanket, blinking at us with their huge blue eyes, thinking with their cat attitudes probably thinking 'YOU WOKE US UP FOR THAT?Okay, that's my story! Great idea for a contest!

Valerie said...
Terrell is only 3 but we have put him in the living room with a elmo video on and the baby gate locked and snuck into his room. He had a futon in his room at the time, it sucked though because he stood at the gate calling to daddy and crying. Now we wait until he is asleep or we let him play on the computer for a quickie.

Mama Kelly said...
actually my best story related to interrupted sex is not related to my having children ....however, the following exchange, or similar, has occured more than once. We settle the girls in front of a movie and say that we need to go talk about something and we'll be back in a few minutes things start to get moving andKNOCK KNOCK mom dad what are you doing in there?nothing ... umm ... we're just talking .... we'll be out in a minute(get back to business for about 30 seconds)mom dad are you done yet?ummm honey ... were ummmm talking about something, we'll finish faster if you don't interrupt
but why is the door locked?because we're talking about ummm grownup things and we need privacyoh okay(resume for 30 seconds)mom dadYEScan we have a snackyes sure have whatever you want just stop knocking on the door

WriteWingNut said...
Okay, here's my story:My husband and I went out to celebrate our anniversary. We never have any privacy at home, especially since our son at that time always wanted to sleep in our room.We went out to dinner and then miniature golf and by the end of the night, we were both thinking that it sucked we would go home and most likely be interrupted when the "real" celebration took place.Sooo...we get the idea of getting a hotel room.We go to the hotel, check in, go up to the room, do the deal, and come down about an hour later to check out.I was so nervous, because it was the same lady at the desk as when we checked in.I stood off to the side, looking at brochures and stuff as my husband boldly went up to pay."Um..was there anything wrong with the room?" the lady asked."No," my husband said calmly, no other explanation given.She looks over at me, looks at him, turns red, and says, "Oh." Then procedes to check us out.I swear she thought I was a hoooker or something!! But it was well-worth it, lol!

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