Everybody…Be Nice!!!!

Posted on 10.25.06 in Family and there are 20 comments.

My parents are coming.

I’ve kind of kept this blog a secret from the people who really know me...family and close friends...just because I really have enjoyed having a place where there aren’t any expectations of me, what I say or how I say it. But now that I feel more comfortable in my own skin and with my questions and my slightly rebellious side (for a southern Christian soccer mom anyway) I’ve decided to let my family and friends know about this blog.

So here’s how it’s gonna be: everyone act nice!

Say hello to my parents and in-laws.

Put on. your best, grammar.

Don’t type with your mouth full. 

Sit up straight.

Cachinnator - they don’t know that I’m contemplating a nose ring....so don’t say anything.

Euphrony - use lots and lots of big words.

C-Hammer - write a whole bunch of really wise stuff.

Seth - comment about something really deep and theological.

Michelle - represent all the girls who read this blog and never comment (I know who you are...).

Rick - use your counselor skills to keep everyone in line.

Curtis - draw a nice hashmark picture for my family.

John John, Lilia, Sam Ward, Ryan, Dave, Amy and everyone who reads but hasn’t crossed into the brave new world of commenting (including my husband) I hope you’ll say a nice hello to my family and make them feel welcome.

Seriously, you all are awesome and I’m proud to call you my friends. {group hug}

(Remember they don’t know about the nose ring...so nobody tell.)

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So discussions about your tattoos are really off limits, huh?

Seriously, you should hide the cigarettes.  I mean WEEEE understand but, your parents, well, they might not approve of your progressive parenting techniques in teaching smoking awareness.

oh yeah, deep.

The reason why astronauts don’t take their dogs into space is because if they stuck their heads out the window, their faces would burn off.

Michelle - represent all the girls who read this blog and never comment (I know who you are...).

Would that be ME? 

I’m wondering, if they read your blog, won’t they find out about the nosering?  Or do you plan to delete that post?  Just a thought…

Do they know about the Minivan!!!!  Just keep the minivan in front of them and they’ll ignore the nosering!

Woot, I got a link!

Now, Seth, it is true that the radiation of the solar wind would burn the face off the astronauts’ dog, as would the friction heating of contact with the atmosphere at high velocities, but it would also freeze right back in the near zero-Kelvin temperatures of space.  And their eyes and lungs would explode from the vacuum.  In short, pets in space is not the best idea.

Cristy is absolutely correct, Kat; if you’re family is dropping by the house there is always a flurry of activity to clean up those little things you normally leave out.  Same thing goes for your blog, so you might consider some spring cleaning and sanitation of posts and comments (like that whole lungs exploding thing above - just not a pretty sight).

I don’t have any big words to pull out of my hat today, but I could talk about how we get seedless oranges.

I’m going out on a limb here, but I think Kat is banking on her family actually being amused at the nosering.  Methinks the lady doth protest too much about not mentioning it.

But don’t worry, we won’t discuss the things you actually want kept from them.  Things such as your extensive hypodermic needle collection.  That might be awkward.

So you let the Kat out of the bag?  Sorry, that was weak. 

I’ll try to keep them in line for you should they get too rowdy!

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(But you didn’t hear it from me.)

And, no, I did not spend all morning drawing this: ASCII generator.

Kat - No, don’t do it! You have no idea of the magnitude of this thing!

If Relationship Kat walks through that door, she will kill Independent Kat. A Kat divided against itself cannot stand.

(HT: George)

You all are hilarious!

I’ll write more later tonight. Right now, I have a few loads of laundry to do, the floor to mop, dinner to cook from scratch, clothes to sew, floorboards to scrub, educational activites to plan for my children this afternoon, clothes to color code, a pantry to arrange alphabetically, scrapbooks to complete, a healthy midafternoon snack to prepare for my hardworking husband and…

It’s not like I blog all day long. I do lots of other things. Lots and lots and lots and lots.

(C-hammer, I don’t know why you were worried. I’m the same old Kat. See...and you’d thought I’d change when my family started visiting the blog...)

Well.. I’m off to make some homemade sorbet for my children to enjoy when they wake up from their nap.

I’ll blog more later when I get back from all of my Thursday evening charity work.

My family knows about my blog, but they never read it. Hmm.  What am I doing wrong?  Maybe they already think they know everything I have to say about life and the world we live in. Good job outing your blog to the fam, Kat, I’m proud.  It’s easy to hide, but even better to fully be yourself at all times.  Congrats!

Wow, Kat!  What a perfect little wife and mother you are!  Humanity, take note: Kat is woman perfected.

(You may pay me later.)

Well… perfect except for your filthy potty mouth.  Like a sailor, this one!  But don’t worry, I won’t tell your family.

Cach, Cach, Cach,
You’re having way too much fun with this.
Let’s recap:
Tatoos? Hypodermic needle collection? Potty mouth? Weren’t you content to destroy me at Fantasy Football?

You were right, though, that I was joking about keeping quiet about the whole nose ring thing. Not sure if my family was amused...but I thought it was funny. I guess it all depends on whether I really get one or not…

Seth,
They’re cigars...not cigarettes. And the girls only smoke one per day...after naptime. If you’re going to get me in trouble at least get it right.

Cristy,
Yup. You’re one of them. Don’t worry I don’t expect you to comment all the time. I just like to know that there are girls out there who read this blog....especially when the boys start picking on me....

Ryan,
Yes, I’m definitely hoping they’ll be mesmerized by the ride that they won’t notice the nose ring...if I get it.
It’s cool to see woot in action. I’ll have to try it out soon.

Euphrony,
Exploding eyes? It’s a good thing I’m past the nausea stage of pregnancy!

No housecleaning here. The whole point point of this blog is for me to be me....kind of like how I don’t clean my house when people come to visit - they can just use the same sheets, towels and dishes the people before them used. (jk)

Dave,

So you let the Kat out of the bag?  Sorry, that was weak.

Actually, I think that was pretty classic. No one has ever used that pun here before and frankly I’ve never even thought of it....you made me laugh!

Curtis,
Wow. I’m not sure if I’m more impressed with the drawing or with the fact that you even know that an ASCII generator exists…

Amy,
I may very well have scared off my family from ever reading this blog again. Although, I think the stories about my kids are the real draw. Thanks for the NICE comment. You were always my favorite.

C-Hammer,
No, you see I’m trying to consolidate. Only one Kat. Don’t worry I’ll never change…

(Well, I’m off to deliver the homemade cookies I made for my neighbors...)

Kat, when you sit at the computer - whether blogging or designing - you are definitely in your milieu.  Your family will know that and recognize all the wags that just come by to harass you.

Euphrony,
Milieu? Good one. I had to look tht one up. Frankly, I’m not sure which definition you meant - they both look pretty appropriate:

mi·lieu
n., pl. -lieus or mi·lieux.
1.  The totality of one’s surroundings; an environment.
2.  The social setting of a mental patient.

It’s fun to use fancy words.  When I can use fancy words and be ambiguous, well, that’s just icing on the cake.

quick, hide the minivan....oh oh, even better, hide the nosering IN the minivan, and then hide the minivan!

Hmmmm...for some reason I didn’t see this one before now.  Thanks for the mention!  I’m generally off-duty when I’m blogging, so I’m more likely to be the one causing the mayhem than the one who can do anything about it. 

Did you ever get your nosering?

I haven’t gotten the nosering yet. It’s still an option, though, but I want to wait until after the pregnancy…

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