Hurricane Tracker

Hurricane Tracker
Another way to waste a few minutes at work. You can watch old hurricanes spin around the ocean. I do have a legitimate reason to have this at work, though (we do have to prepare our tenants, after all).

1-2-3 Repeater

My husband is picking on me because I said "Oh Phooey!" What in the world does he want me to yell out him when our kids are in the next room watching Shrek? Especially when we have "repeater" children. In fact, last week, we were cruising the town in our mini-van with The Wiggles blaring, when our daughter yells out "CRAP!" from the back seat.

And let's not forget the time when our oldest son was two and he was trying to climb up on the sofa and couldn't quite get there. "Oh F***!" Not that that would have been my fault, any means, since I was a single mom at the time. (There, DH, I'm not saying it's your fault.)

Which brings us back to our daughter, again. Hubby was playing a wicked game of NCAA Football on the X-Box and have a bit of trouble with the computer "cheating," as he calls it. "That's bullsh**!" A few minutes later, DH gets upset again at the game (hey...no wet willies while you're reading over my shoulder!!!). DD, in her sweetest voice pipes, "More bullsh**, Daddy?"

So, yes, I watch my language now, and you'll hear an occasionally "phooey" and "drat" and "gaaaaaaaaargggggggg."