Remember when you first brought your baby home and you were completley clueless and you said: "I wish they had a handbook for this motherhood thing!"
Well, they do. It's called a laptop.
I have searched the internet for things like "Compulsive disorder" or "Sensitivity disorder" after numerous fights with my daughter about not wearing the $40 pair of jeans I bought her because they feel funny.
I have searched the internet for advise about the "sex talk" with a flipping 8yr old.
I have searched the internet for home remedies to help with my daughters horrible allergies.
I have searched the internet for a atlas, social studies, science, language art and math all to help do impossible homework.
I also searched on ways to make your child buckle down and do her darn homework as well.
I also searched homeschooling. For all of 3 minutes.
Along the way, I found things like:
Ear Wax. I searched for ear candles and came across a youtube video of ear wax. It is so wrong. Sadly, I was intrigued. Gall Darn it....I need a life.
I also came to the conclusion that lighting your farts equals scorched ass/pubic hairs. I have never, ever tried this. I swear to the Holy Bible...I have not. (I did not say that I didn't try to make my husband do it!)
I laughed my ass off at this yoo-hoo. His name is Paul. This guy made me snort.
Ewwww. Have you ever seen a bot fly? Oh my. This gave me the willies. The bad willies too. Not the good ones.
I have searched WebMD too many times and determined that I have every known disease to man. My doctor, sister, husband and friends have banned me from WebMD. I still don't understand why????
Meet Logan. Logan is a true testimant of God. I little boy with more knowledge and faith then most grown adults. I'm in awe over this sweet boy and I am humbled by his innocence. If you don't click on any other of these hyperlinks at least do yourself the pleasure of clicking on this one.
You can listen to one of my favorite rockers...Pink. I love this song. It's just fun and intoxicating.
And you all know I am a prankster. Right? I mean I broke into a friends house (with my hubby and other goof-ball friends) and destroyed their house with mean practical jokes. Don't worry. They never were able to get us back. Ha.Ha. We WON. Ha.Ha. So go watch these characters.
Okay. My arm is tired from all the hyperlinking. Have fun. I know I did. And one last thing I have learned is that I spend too much time on the ole' internet.