Tell me your story
OK. So my computer is still off at the computer hospital and I am being forced to beg, borrow, and steal computer time from the other seven people who live in this house. And you know what? It’s sometimes hard to do. Those stingies. I say that in love, I really, really do.
Anyway, I logged in today and saw in my dashboard another blog had found my poop story. You know, the fairly famous one. If you are not sure which story I am referring to then follow the link. Go ahead. I’ll wait. You need to read it.
Did you do it. Did you laugh? Did you cry? Did you spit your coke/coffee/water all over your computer screen? Did you pee your pants? Well, it’s OK if you did. I can take it. I am a big girl, all growed up and I don’t mind you laughing at with me. Not one bit. Not at all.
So, now that you know my Mama’s Had a Bad Day story, what’s yours. I want to know it. Truly I do. As a matter of fact I want to know it so badly that I am going to give away a $25.00 (twenty-five dollar) Amazon.com gift certificate if you share your story with me.
Here’s the rules:
- You must leave a comment with
- your Mama’s Had a Bad Day story or
- a link to your Mama’s Had a Bad Day story or
- a link to your favorite Mama’s Had a Bad Day story if you really don’t have one of your own (you know, I’m not gonna isolate the non-moms out there).
- If you would like a second entry you must
- post on your blog about this contest and link to it in your post about this
contestdrawing. (In other words, tell others and link here.) or - come back here and leave a second comment (or link) to the post about the contest.
- The entries must be posted by (comments will close) midnight Thursday, July 31st, 2008.
So in short, you get one entry for sharing your story and another for blogging the contest and linking back here.
The winner will be announced on Friday, August 1st, 2008.
I’m not saying this happened to me…
But never take a baby you are weaning off the breast to walmart to shop and wear a semi-low cut shirt. Because that baby will wait til you are in a TOTALLY full check out line. She will then pull down your shirt, taking your bra with it. And shout very loudly.”I want boobie,mama!”
Because if your like me, you will leave the cart where it is at and leave. Not that this happened to me, mind you.
desis last blog post..You MUST go look at this
Yes, bad day for sure.
Mine has nothing to do with poop, but it was bad.
Very bad. But too funny not to tell.
Here the’s true story of my humiliation:
http://mygardenhat.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-not-enter.html
Janeras last blog post..Monday, Monday, so good to me
My worst Mama’s Had a Bad Day Story? Probably when my oldest was two. She was playing on the front porch while my ex husband was watching her and working on the car in the driveway. I was inside baking. After about 30 min., she comes screaming into the house, tears rolling down her cheeks, tracking blood everywhere. It appeared to be coming from her foot, so I ran water on her foot to clear off the blood, and discovered that her nail was black and bleeding from underneath. I almost puked, but got it together, and cleaned and bandaged the wound. I picked her up and went outside to ask my ex what happened to her, and he said she’d dropped a crowbar on her foot. By this point, she was calm, and not crying, and the bleeding had dried up, so we went back inside to play. I left the room to go into the kitchen and pull the baking out of the oven, and she comes toddling in, with something black in her hand…, yes, it was her toenail. That was the second time that day I almost puked. Thankfully, she healed up fine, and her toenail grew back 2 years later.
ok… here is a link to mine. it JUST happened… It contains Crazy people, Pee, Chocolate and Bugs… http://mistywagner.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-only-id-read-brochure.html
mistys last blog post..If only I’d read the brochure…
My worst story was when I was 28 weeks pregnant with my first son. I was on a flight to New York and we were in descent. I was feeling pretty nauseated and all it took was hearing someone behind me losing their breakfast. I only had about 5 seconds to act when I knew I was going to lose it. The seat belt sign was on so I couldn’t get to the bathroom and had I done that I would have sprayed everyone along the way. I searched frantically in the seat pocket in front of me but no barf bag!!!!
Of course I do the silly thing of putting my hands to my mouth, as if I thought I could “catch it”???? It mostly ended up on me and on my purse but did spray the guy next to me and a person in front of me a little bit. The guy next to me was awesome. Super understanding and we even later shared a cab. The couple in front of me just went on and on about it. “We’ll never get that smell out. We’ll have to throw it away. What a horrible way to start our trip. I can’t believe it.” Referring to a jacket. (It was only a few drops) Here I am with my big pregnant belly, covered in vomit, you would think they would have had a little sympathy.
I felt horrible. Thankfully I hadn’t eaten all that much that morning or it could have been much worse. :)
When we landed we ended up waiting about 20 minutes on the runway. It got pretty stuffy so pretty stinky. I got the evil eye from some and a sympathic look from others. I was mortified!
I don’t have a story anything like that! I’m not a Mom yet.
With such a bad day like that, I think most days will look pretty damn good from now on. I hope they are for you anyway.
This was a bad day.
Sarah, Goon Squad Sarahs last blog post..The Long Way to Score a Free Babysitter
OMGoodness the “poop” story is just too funny!
My worst day would have be one of the times I substituted(hehe-I said tuted) at the beans school
I have known about this day for a week now, at first I was like, “sure I’d Love to”. As Feb 1st drew near, I started second guessing my decision. When I woke this morning I found myself wishing the schools would be closed for a snow day,maybe I would have a flat tire,pink eye is always good, or a big ol asteroid would fall from the sky, stopping time itself, anything, Please God help me out here. Ya see I am adicted to this blogging thing(Thanks J&K) and I realllly wanted to stay home with my life-size poster of gaylord and blog my lil heart out- No such luck!
I haven’t really worked much at the school this semester,but the few times I have, have been nothing short of glorious-even scored a 5th hour plan(which means you are off from 11:17-1:01-woohooo was that ever nice)
So I gather up the beans and head to school for another glorious day of subbing-or so I thought!
I was “suppose” to have 2nd hour plan-not bad, but, NOT a 5th hour plan time. As soon as I check in I am told “we are gonna have to pull you, to, fill-in 2nd hour, for art- we are 6 teachers down today”-WHAT? NO plan time? No free time? No break? Can I pee today, please…. Huh? Excuse me….Lord, if you can hear me-Please send that asteroid now!
By the end of first hour I was wishing I had brought a flask to school for a lil nip here n there…Hey so I got flipped off-no biggie right? If that’s all they got then I say bring it on! I shouldn’t have even thought those thoughts!
By the end of 2nd hour(my oh so needed plan time-that I wasn’t deemed worthy enough to recieve) I came to the conclusion that either the art room has a very funky smell OR the boy beans in this class smell, and I mean smell reallll bad! Do these beans not shower??? So now, not only am I need of that flask, but a nose plug is in order-I sip my water pretending it’s vodka!
3rd hour was a lil bit easier-maybe it’s because at this point I am actually believing my water IS Vodka! With every sip I can see my life-size gaylord poster and he is calling to me…Or maybe it’s because I realize God isnt sending that astroid I prayed for. I thank Gaylord for getting me through 3rd hour.
4th hour I am really getting the hang of this-give the beans a test,don’t get to close to the boy beans-they are smelly, then pop in a movie of the Oklahoma Land Rush-Oh you brought your ipods and you wanna listen to music? Sure-just be quiet Ok? I am liking this fantasy I got going on here! Plus I realllly gotta pee…and now I am thinking a flask wouldn’t cut it-I need the whole darn bottle.
My day really started going downhill by 5th hour-I realized at this point, that I have gotten accustomed to a few things this week. Like this blog,hanging with my life-sized gaylord poster,visiting the park,yanno all the important stuff. 10 mins into my 5th hour a fight breaks out, and in my attempt to break it up(I mean, I have 3 beans, I am use to breaking up fights-right?) I get slugged right in the face,a desk is thrown on top of me and I am stepped on, because:
1)Thats how I roll(and I do mean roll, like fetal position)
2)These beans DO NOT listen to me like my beans do!
3)My reaction-reflexes must be slow due to the fact I invisioned my H2O was in fact Vodka
4)I can’t think of a 4th…
Thank the Good Lord a teacher(who was fortunate enough to get HER plan time) passed by and heard the commotion and came to my rescue-Oh I am forever in her debt! Ya wanna know what I realized? Of course you do….you’ve read this far haven’t you? When a fight breaks out, these beans cheer the fightee’s on-yep they do! They do not at any point stop and think or say “Hey sub down!” “hey guys you just hit a sub/teacher” “hey guys you just threw a desk on the sub/teacher” etc….NOPE they cheer and they cheer loudly! Luckily word travels fast at the beans school and there were many teachers to aide in stopping this fight and help me out of my fetal position-my neatly pulled up hair now looked like I had stuck my finger in a light socket,my leg hurt from where the desk hit me and my cheek was throbbing-one other thing I realized, those boy beans can hit hard and they are “equal opportunity hitters” it dont matter your race, color, religion, sex, or national origin. If you are in their way, you are fair game….
I am promptly escorted to the principles office(geesh I haven’t been in the principles office since my own middle school days) I was scared and I was shaking and I so wish this school was a BAR! I was fussed over, I was offered water,the school nurse came to check me out,the halls were alive with… did you hear oldest bean & middle beans mom was in a fight…I was a hero, I was a legend! I needed a drink! I was offered the rest of the day off-with pay even…yep I was…but all I could see (besides gaylords life size poster) was my 2 beans faces-heck my deoderant even says “Never let em see you sweat” I declined, I am NO quitter, plus the day was just getting good-I had to hold my head up high, for my sake and the beans!
Needless to say 6th & 7th hours were relatively boring compared to 5th hour,prolly cause I had a chaperone-I am a lil sore,a lil embaressed and already hitting the wine and I don’t expect to stop for several hours!
And the Barvarian said I need to get out more….see what happens when I get out????
My confession for today: You know you’ve had a bad day when you start thinkin your water is vodka
P.S.
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Georgies last blog post..Lost in blogger-land
It’s so sweet of you to ask. This is the link, but it has an even nastier update.
http://babyfingers.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-i-had-bad-day.html
Now the freaking hospital has made a mistake and sent our account to collections. We have been paying every month! So I called and got them to “take it back” but apparently they forgot to tell the collections people. So before, I owed $428 and now I owe BOTH the hospital AND the collections agency $428. Those dopes. They better get their crap together.
And (I’m sorry that it happened BUT) that was such a good story! I’m trying to imagine the sheriff smelling your baby! LOL.
the_other_alice_ (at) yahoo.com
Jennys last blog post..My first giveaway ever!
Here is one of the many worst moments with the Boxer Babes. But so far, the best moments outweight the worst!
http://rainydaydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/aint-she-sweet.html