6.24.2008

Note to Fellow Bloggers

So, I was going through my email account today and had a startling discovery! You see, I have to review blog comments before they can be posted because of a problem we had earlier this year. But what I didn't realize is that some of the comments have been going directly to my spam folder without me seeing them! I don't know how many comments I've missed in the past, but I'll be aware in the future! Bummer, huh?
If you're like me, you understand that comments are the best part of blogging. So if you think I ignored your comments in the past, you are welcome to place your complaints in the comments section of any or all of my posts. I wonder how many times I can say comments in this post. If you think I sound desperate, just ignore that. Does anybody else think that the comments make you feel famous in a small way?

6.20.2008

Maci Moments

Sure, she looks innocent and sweet...but really she's just waiting to say something really embarrassing. Take for instance the following recent quotable quotes from the one and only, Maci face (I swear I don't make these up):

* (very large woman changing in the locker room) "Mom, look at that really fat lady." I ignore her and walk really fast hoping she won't repeat. She repeats louder, "Mom, look at that really fat lady!" The lady heard the second time for sure. And I walked faster.

* (At Sam's Club in line with a very somber/angry looking teenager with a very bad dye job in her hair) "Mom, that lady has rainbow hair." Me, "Yep, how pretty..." Maci, "Look, Mom! She has rainbow hair. There's red, and orange and yellow. Why does she have so many colors in her hair?!" Me, "She's just lucky that she has such pretty hair..."

*(Passing the swimming pool at our complex.) "Those girls aren't very modest. Why are those girls naked?!" Me, "Oh, they just have swimming suits on." Maci, "No, I saw their underwear, mom! That's not modest!"

*(Luckily just at home) "I smell something yucky." Me, "I don't think I smell anything. What does it smell like?" Maci, "It smells like......big.....men."

That doesn't even include a couple weeks ago when she totally screamed at a complete stranger in the grocery store because she didn't like the way he looked at her. I couldn't even ask her to respect strangers because I was laughing too hard. It's getting to the point that I find myself agreeing with her and moving on. No use wasting time. Plus, I keep her around because of cute stuff like this:

Me, "See those weeping willow trees out there? They are my favorite kind of tree because they are so pretty."

Maci, "Yep. And do you see those green and green ala cheene trees? Those are my favorite!"