The Vagina Monologues

The Vagina Monolouges

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So what to say about myself? I am a genuine, sincere, and trustworthy person. What you see is what you get. I value honesty and integrity to no end, and try my very best to live my life in a way that exemplifies both (although lately, I have been known to digress from that path... don't worry, I'll find my way back). I am one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. I don't see any point in making enemies or judging people. Ironically enough, I'm also extremely socially retarded. I never know how to act in any situation, and I'm constantly saying the wrong things at the wrong times. I don't think before I speak, but in a sense, I guess this makes me a very honest and blunt person. I'm quirky, weird, crazy, odd, whatever you want to call it - I'm a giant ball of eccentricities and idiosyncrasies that very few can actually appreciate.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

No one is listening until you fart.

I know that it is not well-mannered for children to run around saying fart, but it seems to slip off the tongue frequently in my household and more often in my mother's. My nephews are accustomed to the words fart-face, fart butt, old fart, and farty. This at times can make it hard for others to refrain from laughing until a three year old looks you in the eyes and says "you are a fart face". I am sure that there are other alternatives to the word fart but it is hard for me to be taken seriously when you try to tell your seven year old that it would be more appropriate to say "cutting the cheese" . I have also discovered that in a relatives house it is funny to state" Who dropped?", which was a newer one that I've come in contact with.
I have tried to find words to describe the rumble in my three month old diaper and "toot" & "poot" were runners up but still not suitable since the smell is often monstrous and puts a grown man to shame. Lately my daughter has been ripping them left and right and It makes my eyes water especially when I have to peek in there to make sure her diaper wasn't impacted from the blow. My son is willing to take on the responsibility of a loud fart "Yep mom, it was me!", as if we didn't know who had a smirk on their handsome face. The farting wars will continue for years in my household I am sure, but nothing will account for the embarrassment my son will experience when I tell him that he use to try and jump on top of me before he would let it rip. Ah motherhood how smelly!
 Caught in action!

The zoo is a pretty safe place to fart.

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