Cripes, Jennifer!

I just got an email from my sister with the following subject:

WM WTF

I mean, really, Jennifer. This whole Weekend Moment (WM) thing isn't even your bag and you're going to ask me What-The-Fword (WTF)? I wonder what Leanne would think about this incessant badgering. Okay, incessant was a bit much. But I still wonder.

I am deciding between two so back off you big, pushy meanie-head!
Oh, and I love you.

Checking Out

Oh, Internet, how I have loved feeding on you. I learn a lot of information from you - some useful, some interesting and some quite enlightening. It is time, though, that I stop learning the unnecessary.

I've known it and thought it, but have never been able to put it into words like one of my newest favorite bloggers did. I, too, enjoyed reading and snickering on a fairly frequent basis.

Celebrity Gossip sites, I am checking out. And taking a moment to be thankful that I don't have 17 guys with cameras following my every move and making it a national headline.

My Name is...

Snarky McSnarkerson, not Slim Shady.

Pleased to meet you. And... join me, if you dare.

As of late, I've been swept up in a new attitude. One that is fun, entertaining and downright rude and unfriendly to outsiders. And - best part - I have a new partner in crime to be Super Snarky with. After all, snarking is really best done (and likely safest) in numbers.

What is a snark? According to some tool reviewing a book aptly titled Snark, it is a tone of teasing, snide, undermining abuse ... attempting to erase one's cool. He goes further to say that snarkers like to think they're witty but they're really just seething and snarling.

I must admit, it IS exhausting being so much better, cooler and witty than anyone else I know. It's an addiction that only feeds on more snark - NEED MORE SNARK - somewhat like the little 'brring-brring' noise that let's me know someone wants to Blackberry Messenger me. [Side Note: I picked the brring-brring noise as a constant reminder to Freddie Bill that I have YET to get a bell for my bicycle. I'm running people over left and right because I simply cannot warn them that I am coming in behind them.] I digress. Or do I snark? Well, that doesn't have as nice of a ring. But, again, I snark. Oh - ha - just caught that little pun there... you see, I wouldn't know what a ringing noise is since I don't have a bell to produce it.

Wow, I really did digress on that last bit. My point was that I'm addicted to being snarky much like I'm addicted to my Blackberry.

Now back to my original point. I'm snarky. You can take my snark and embrace it. Or you can take my snark and shove it. (That last part was to the tune of Take This Job and Shove It.) I am, though, a self-titled Part Time Snarker. I'd like to think I don't act like a total jerk ALL of the time.

WM: Saturday, June 20, 2009

Saturday morning I went to breakfast with my good friend Stacey. No kids, no husbands, no interruptions. Jess and Jess chittin' and chattin' while eating pancakes and waffles.

Yum, Yum, Yum.

Busted by a Toddler

A new car game lately has been discussing traffic lights. Red means STOP! and green means either Go!Go!Go! or Vroom!Vroom!

What happens when mommy slides through a Yellow?

A little voice pops up from the backseat "Oops, Mommy."

Elliot's New Best Friends

In a chance happening of conversation, I happened upon someone trying to unload a train table - with trains, tracks and buildings included. Long story short, we looked into it and decided it was a good purchase and I came home with it on Monday afternoon.

We put it up Monday night, building it as best we could (it's used, so not everything is there...) and playing with it for a while after that. Elliot didn't see it until we got home from school and work today; he absolutely loves it!

I snapped a few pictures - but this one just says "boy and his train."