So, I’m in this group of elevenish women that desperately need to write about their lives and need others to validate them by leaving lots of comments. I’ll put a link to the group when it officially starts, you know just like I put up the links to all the other blogs I read on the right, all two of them: edit and edit. The leader has asked for a two line bio and picture from all the members.

blink, blink, still drawing a blank as to what I need to say for a two line bio, no creative juices flowing, blink, blink

Any assistance with this would be greatly appreciated.

A picture? Seriously? I feel this will be a huge undertaking in which children will be involved and at least 30 minutes of make-up and hair styling.

How ’bout this?

Good Wife, Good Mom
Good God, Good Life

maybe I should put God first

Good God, Good Wife
Good Kids, No Dog

change the rhyme pattern?

Four Kids, No Dog
Good Wife, Thank God

or this?

Good Woman, Good Man
Two Cats, Four Brats

too harsh? okay.

One Woman married to One Man
Raising four kids on some lan(d)
phbbt didt a phbbt (this is my attempt to do the microphone rapper gigahoo)

maybe one of these?

There once was a girl with long hair that was yellow
She married a tall, funny, red-headed fellow
They had four kids
And flipped their lids
And dance around shaking their hineys like jell-o

What do you think? Good? No? I’ll keep working on it.

Isaac vs. Mom

I- Where’s that thing?

M- What thing?

I-That thing I was playing with, you know?

M- I don’t know what your talking about.

I- Yes you do, that thing with the thing on the top….the Thing.

M-Honey, telling me Thing is not helping me understand what your looking for.

I- Errrrrrr! I’m talking about THE THING! Oh, there it is!

M- (scoops out another handful of dead brain tissue)

Seth vs. Mom

S- Mom, do you know what Americans use for chopsticks?

M- (standing at the counter with a fork in my hand) Uh, a fork?

S- Nope. These. (holds up his fingers in scissor fashion and begins to eat strawberries with his American chopsticks)

M- But, Americans use chopsticks for chopsticks.

S- Mom, Americans do not use Americans for chopsticks.

M-That’s not what I said.

S- You can’t pick up two people and start eating with them. (motions picking up a huge person to hold like a chopstick)

M- (not appreciating the humor of the situation) Seth! I said Americans use chopsticks for chopsticks!!! (flicks the oozing brain cells from her ear)

Levi vs. Mom

L- (complaining from his highchair)

M- Do you want to get down?

L- Noah. (sweet way of saying his one word..no)

M- Do you want some more to eat?

L- Noah, noah.

M- Do you love your Mommy?

L- Noah, noah, noah, nooooah.

M- I asked for that, didn’t I?

L- (nods his head yes)

M-(wipes away the last drops of intelligence from her forehead)