Thursday, August 10, 2006

On My 3rd Trip To The Landfill


Gathering handfuls (wheelbarrel sized) of tasty morsels for the Dump Monster. Being an eating, playing, shopping, consumer/American Family Woman, (w/more than her share of scrap/building material) is a Messy Job. The kinda job you need to rent a trailer for. The kinda job that stinks.
It's also rewarding and results oriented and all that bullshit. But right now, in the middle of this hotter than a jalapeno's coochie afternoon, I'd rather be blogging! My little fledgling will be ignored no longer.
There's something I gotta come clean about: I'm a bad weaner. See that little kid at the top of this post? Were you wondering what that toothy liitle fellow had to do with yardwork? Nothing, other than it's his yard and he's my youngest yard gnome. I can't figure out how to put the pictures in the body of the post....so back to my Bad Weanery: dontcha think he's a little too big to still be nursing? He looks about 4 yrs old in that pic, but he'll be 16 months next week. 16 months is a long time to be letting someone suck you dry and quite frankly, I'm getting real tired of it. See? Now that I've admitted I have a problem, I'm one step closer to solving it.

5 comments:

Beta Fishy said...

He is beautiful. Amazing eyes. all that said, I do feel sorry for your chest.....

changapeluda said...

me too

mathew parkin said...

oaww
he is stunning
its ard, as far as i know, because the mother feels dependent on the child and needs the responsability........i think....i read that somewhere once lol
xx

changapeluda said...

Aah, if only.
Cuz i could shirk that responsibility quick as a cat could wink an eye!

Reasoning
In One word: CHOMP!

or in the lengthier version:
an excruciating all-nighter of sharp nibbles and dry suckery.

The warrior in me said...

Owww- sharp nibbles and dry suckery HURT!