Girl’s Night Out~Look at all the freaks
Last night, my friend took me out for a birthday celebration.  My birthday was in October, but between life, kids, school, work, and kids getting sick, it took awhile to get the time to do it.  We went out at 8pm, which is usually the time when I have my yoga pants on, y’know so I can do yoga on the couch.   We first went to a bar that was brand new.  It was very nice and clean inside, no remnants of puke on the carpet anywhere.   There was a band playing really loud that wasn’t that good.  I think it was probably the singer’s fault, she was a very small, old woman with a voice that was borderline American Idol audition-esque.   They had one

They are Yoga Pants Not Sweatpants!
Big sigh of relief that it’s finally Friday and I have the day off. I’ve got so much to do at home besides the cleaning, laundry and grocery shopping I need to drag out the Christmas decorations and throw them up. I planned to get all this done before the surgery, but all of a sudden I have 4 days left and I work 3 of them. Crap. Tomorrow night we are going to a yearly party that our friends have. We all used to see each other more often, but with lives, kids, etc it’s getting to be once a year at this party. I’m wondering if I can get away with wearing my Yoga pants instead of my jeans. I know, it’s a little casual but it’s not like they’

What The Hell Wednesday~7
Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to McLinky below. Really, what the hell? Stacy Yea it’s Wednesday, m

We’re So Random
If it’s Tuesday, this must be Random Tuesday Thoughts. It’s brought to you by Keely at The Un-Mom. She really knows how to rock Tuesdays so go and check her out and tell her the Blue Monkey Butt sisters sent you! Stacy Last night on the news there was a story about a convenience store that was robbed.  At the en

Community Service
A week or so ago “T” came home from school and announced that he had joined a new club.  He was super excited about it, and was talking a mile a minute.  I asked him what the name of the club was…he said, “The Young Hero’s Club”.  “Okay, sure, what do you do in this club?”  “On Saturday’s we play games together.”  “Really, because the name sounds like you would have to do something, like maybe community service?”  He scrunched up his face and said, “NO!  We get to play games, we don’t have to do work.”  Arguing with him could