Sunday, July 05, 2009

Not Me Monday!

It’s Not Me Monday again!

Come join for some free therapy!

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Not my boys who got into a silly argument this morning after Itty Bit planted a few kisses on his mama.

Mr. Daddy wouldn’t have bellowed, “Hey, get away from my woman!”

My brave little guy wouldn’t have shot right back, “MY MOMMY!”

I was not thoroughly enjoying having two handsome guys fighting over me.

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I did not have a rough week with this whole wrist thing. Not me who was thoroughly peeved that the nurse pulled the stitches out wrong – creating more pain and literally pulling all kinds of yucky stuff INTO my wrist. Umm yeah, you can't get it out unless you cut it open again :(

When I asked to speak to the surgeon… it did not go so badly that my poor mother was probably afraid I’d go ballistic on the guy.

I did not stare at him incredulously as he started talking about “emotional stress can affect your perceptions” blah blah blah.

HUH???
Not me who dropped it and left thoroughly disgruntled and vented at my mother the whole ride home.

And worst… not me who thinks there is a good chance the surgery was not successful – cuz I would knock myself out before having to deal with their staff again.

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Those of you who have been bloggy friends for awhile now, know that Itty Bit has a somewhat unusual name. We were not totally shocked taking him in for a haircut, to realize that out of four boys in the kiddie salon, THREE of them had the same unusual name.

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At that same haircut, it was not me who stepped in three times to offer “suggestions” on the process. This would not have been because I was noticing stuff like this:


Yeah, see that spot behind his ear? Or rather, those four spots? And the trim along his neck?
Not me who spiked his hair with blue in an effort to detract from the oopsies.

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I was not slightly mortified to see Itty Bit walk up and introduce himself to a friendly inebriated fellow at the grocery story.

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While teaching Itty Bit how to properly eat a cherry, Mr. Daddy did not instruct the little guy to spit the seed out in Mommy’s hand. It was not both of us who stared in shock at the kiddo as he blew a raspberry at me and we realized he was gonna “poop a pit” (in Mr. Daddy’s words).

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One day later, it was not moi who was foiled again after giving Itty Bit his first stick of gum. Yup, gonna be blowing bubbles out the wrong end.

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You know what? I just noticed that it honestly was NOT ME who was responsible for most of the week’s goofiness. So it’s not me who’s heading for some chocolate ice cream to celebrate :)

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So… go check out what everyone else didn’t do this week!



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Hey y’all – come back tomorrow for this week’s True Story Tuesday – where we link to stories that actually happened… ya know, in real life. Join in – we’d love to hear the unedited version of a Not Me episode!

11 comments:

wife.mom.nurse said...

how frustrating with the wrist!!!

I do pray it is OK and you will not have to go through this anymore.

Oh how i dislike it when the barber gives my boy a bad haircut. Never thought of dying it to distraction :)

Great not me's- send the icecream this way!

See you at TST!

~Julie

chicamom85 said...

This is a fun meme I am going to have to check it out next Monday.
Thanks

Anne

Eyeglasses & Endzones said...

Man, I can not believe all the Blogger issues you have going on!!! I am glad that you can still post tho.

K said...

so funny !!!
I also love it when my tow handsome guys fight over me - its the sweetest

Alicia W. said...

Great Not Me's! I needed a laugh this monday morning.

Stacy said...

So sorry to hear that your wrist may need more surgery! Oh, how frustrating especially with dealing with his staff...ugh!

Oh, and we have given the kids gum once, too, and now they will have to wait until they are teenagers. ;)

Pam D said...

Hmmm... "Not the BOYS! Monday" is more like it! How funny...well, except for the wrist part. And the darn doctors make it really hard to rat on each other. I hope you DON'T have to have any more surgery, but if you do, I hope you find a place that will treat you better than this time.
Hugs.. and happy Monday!

Foursons said...

Argh! The wrist story just gets worse and worse. Who are these people and where did their degrees come from? The internet?

I seriously hope you did not have to pay for that haircut. I mean really-my son's haircut horror story was free 'cause I did it. Again- the beauty license, did it come from the internet?

And, I just may post my foot story for you tomorrow- I had another True Story in mind, but the foot may be better.

Kameron said...

My nephew has the same name as Itty Bitty. It is unique overall, but I think it was popular for a couple of years, much like Aidan was the last couple of years.

I'm sorry the surgeon was an a$$. I thought he might be because they like to cover each other's butts! I would write a letter to the hospital. It is adding insult to injury to make you feel crazy when you know you were mistreated and not imagining it.

Following Him said...

Seriously...you and Mr. Daddy are HILARIOUS! Itty Bitty's comment, "MY MOMMY," was so sweet too.
The surgeon was sure a JERK. Hopefully it will come to bite him in the butt!
Have a great week!
~Elyse

brian said...

That whole wrist thing hasn't really been working out so well, huh? Oh, well, hope the worst is over, and you're on the mend...

Get it? "Mend?" Oh, sometimes I leave me in stitches :)

Sew, anyhoo...hate to string this pun thing out any longer...But Mr. Daddy might continue this comment thread.