Wiggle, Wiggle, Wiggle...Hold Stiiiiiiiiiiiillllllllll.

What the hell has the cartoon world come to? Excuse my choice of words here, but really...who is the freak that thought up Yo, Gabba Gabba?

This person is most definitely living in an altered state of mind. I mean...let's just start with the weird grown man wearing a skin tight orange jump suit and a big orange wig. He's I guess the "leader" of all the other freaks on this show. He would do so much better being in a commercial for teeth whitener since he's got the biggest shiny grill I've seen in a while.

Moving on to the red thing that has a case of the small pox. I thought we took care of that disease a long time ago, but apparently not. That's the only way to explain all the big huge bumps all over this guy. And the one big eye? I guess they are trying to sneak some Greek mythology in there and teach our kids about good ole' Cyclops.

Oh, poor Foofa.

When I first saw this show I thought you're name was Fupa. Which is a word that can be used to describe a region of one's body. It is an actual medical term and the appropriate definition is "Fat Upper Pelvic Area". Needless to say...this word is most often used inappropriately and I was sad to see that the girl freak on this show who is already "rotund" in shape had to live her life with such a name.

Now, of course Liv loves it. It puts her into a "cartoon trance" and allows me time to fluff my hair a little. So for that...Thank you Mr. Freako Man with the weird imagination. I hope to meet you one day just to see what you look like. But, in the mean time I will enjoy having good hair on most days.

I guess the moral of the story is that Olivia hasn't learned to make fun of things. Her inherited sarcasm hasn't developed.

Seeing the world through the eyes of a child is something we could all use from time to time. It's like a constant reminder that things are okay. Their innocence is remarkable and something to be treasured. I guess maybe that was the whole point in developing the freako cartoon. The creator probably hoped that someone would realize the point he was trying to make.

I did, Mr. Freako Man.

Now, if I can ask a favor of the creator of Big Red Bumpy Cyclops and Foofa. Please continue to make new episodes of Yo Gabba Gabba so I can continue to have cute hair...But, if you could come up with another equally "trance-inducing" cartoon that is tolerable for us sarcastic adults I know it would be very much appreciated.

Until then...whatever makes my child smile will continue to be my daily goal. However, I will not stop trying to sneak in a few episodes of those adorable little blue people we all remember as kids. I'm POSITIVE that cartoon was created by a completely normal and sober person.

Sincerely,
The Tolerater of Weird Cartoons and The Mom who DVR's all episodes of The Smurfs.

Playing in the dirt and eatin' Strawberry Pie

Strawberry Pie aka Heaven in a pie shell.

Ya'll I'm not kidding.

I could eat this for the rest of my life and be one happy girl. So, my mom brought me a huge box of Holland Bottom Farm fresh strawberries and the recipe to the best thing I've eaten in a long time. I don't know if it's the cream cheese mixture that's spread on the bottom or the 2 cups of sugar that makes it so good. Whichever...I'll keep eating it and lying to myself that it's good for me because it has fruit in it.

Have I bragged on Sam lately? Oh, nevermind...I remember. I was just telling a funny Sam story last week about him getting pooped on by our precious offspring. So, he deserves a big pat on the back and certainly a reward for Husband of the Year! The things this man will do to keep me happy are unreal. I've been bugging him about putting a garden in for me since we built this house 2 1/2 years ago. I mean...we have an acre of land so it was meant to be.

Enter "Big Sam Ault" who is my father-in-law.

He's not big...but that's what I call him anyway. He is the expert of all things landscaping and yard related. He can build anything and he likes to keep the women in the family happy as well. A weekend passed by and all of a sudden I have a big wooden box outside ready to be filled with dirt. Sounds easy enough, huh?

Well, you obviously do not live on CRYSTAL valley road. Ya'll...the damn crystals in our yard are outrageous. We had to till up some of the ground to even out the surface a bit. Home Depot doesn't know that the tiller we rented was throwing sparks out the back due to the massive amount of crystals it had to go through. Okay...so that's done and Sam needs his first back transplant.

Next...fill it up with top soil. Oh...this sounds for sure easy.

4 truckloads later I have a big wooden box that has been "de-crystalled" and filled up with top soil and super soil. Second back transplant needed.

Finally, planting time. That really was easy. I got to play in the dirt while Sam did other Man stuff including mowing the yard on his riding mower while drinking a beer.

After all was said and done we enjoyed a gourmet dinner of rotel cheesedip, bean burritos, and a good Mexican beer. Followed up by the last piece of heaven topped with a massive amount of cool whip. Perfect ending to a perfect day.

Sincerely,
The Manicured Gardener