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Friday Funnies

It’s been awhile since I’ve done a Friday Funnies post. Maybe we’re losing our funny over here?

Man, I hope not!

Slowly, but surely I’ve been accumulating some stories that tickled my funny bone. Enjoy!


My daughter and son were playing some sort of game. I don’t know what it was. I just know they weren’t fighting and they had created costumes. These costumes involved using eyeliner to draw whiskers on their faces.


My son’s character (I’m fairly certain he was a cat) suffered a tragic accident. He was lying down with his “paws” up in the air. It was all very dramatic.

My daughter yelled, “call the ambulance.” As the star of this show she had to play multiple roles, so she effortlessly transitioned into the paramedic. She leaned down to see if the “cat” was breathing.

Oh, the tension. The suspense.

After a rather dramatic pause she proclaimed loudly, “He’s not breathing!”

“I have to give him C-3PO!”


I don’t know what you wake up to in the morning, but when I rolled over and open my eyes this particular morning, I was greeted with a shopping list.

For cupcakes.

Copied down from the back of the cereal box by my 6-year-old.

Maybe I should rethink having him make his own breakfast so mommy can sleep in and have a leisurely Saturday morning?

However, he was incredibly earnest about trying to be helpful and I know it took a lot of effort for him to copy that list down so thoroughly.

I couldn’t say no to cupcakes.


For real, people.

Plus, I wake up to shopping lists for cupcakes by my 6-year-old.

(image from somewhere on Facebook)


I love a good compilation of funny photos.

Especially the ones that just scream, “you had ONE job!”

How could you mess it up?

In Barry’s defense, I do some dumb stuff before I’ve had my morning cup o’ joe too.

Now this…

This is just asking for trouble. 
See more funny photos from this article at Pleated Jeans.


Recently, my son (then 6 years old) and I were in a delicatessan waiting for our sandwich order.

He was investigating all the to-go items in the food cases when he turns to me and says…

“Look mom! CHILD wines!”

So, so close.


The things I see sometimes…

I was walking behind this old biker and found his leather vest quite entertaining. It made me wonder what prompted him to put THIS particular saying on his vest.

“I’m as confused as a baby at a topless bar.”

I’m not sure that’s something I’d want to admit.


Going to the bathroom in a foreign country can be interesting.

This is the first time I’ve used a toilet that had a tank above my head.

You know I wanted to pull that handle more than once, right?

On a separate occasion, I saw this interesting label on a toilet paper dispenser.

I’m immature, so I laughed.

And took a picture.


This was my 1st grader’s homework the other night.

Who knows what a lollipop person is?

I didn’t know! We had to do process of elimination.

Do you know?


In Ireland, the crossing guard is known as a lollipop person. I guess the stop sign they hold looks like a lollipop? That’s all I can surmise from that.


There are a few words in the English language that make me cringe every time I hear them.

MOIST is at the top of the list.

Anyone else loathe this word? Anyone else ever used it just to see if you’ve met a kindred spirit who also can’t stand the word?

When I saw this gag gift on Amazon, I had to share. At least, I hope it is a gag gift.




Do you know how disappointed I’m going to be if they don’t sell “naughty” biscuits at Christmas time in Ireland?

The nice biscuits tasted pretty good, by the way.


We regularly end up with one of the children sneaking their way into our bed. STILL. And I know you’re out there saying, just tell them to stay in their own bed or send them back to their own bed. But you’ve never met STEALTHY NINJAS like these children. I have no idea when they get in bed with us until I find myself clinging to the edge with no covers.

But this season will pass.

Here are more co-sleeping positions illustrated in a funny way!


At least, not where I’m from.

Happy Friday, everyone! I hope your weekend is full of fun and laughter!

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Friday Funnies #3

Well, we survived our first week back to school after the holidays. Just barely.

Humor gets me through it all! Here are some moments, pictures and stories that made me laugh out loud recently.


6-year-old Son: How many subscribers do you have, mom?

Me: On YouTube? I haven’t posted any videos, so zero.

Son: What about on that other thing you do?

Me: My blog? Probably 3? I don’t know. I don’t pay attention.

Son: Wow. That’s bad. That’s really bad. You should work on that.

Me: Thanks, kid.


If I ever go back to the corporate world…

(source: @leahgay on instagram)

Yep. This. All of this.

Especially back in the days when I had to wrestle kids into car seats.


I haven’t driven a car in 6 months though, so let’s just hope I remember how…


The scenario: sitting on the floor of the library reading a book about knights with my son. I’m not sure why this book prompted the following conversation, but I’ve learned to just go with the flow on these random interruptions.

Son: Jumping jacks are really good, mom.

Me: Yes, I know.

Son: Do you know why?

Me: Well, it’s good exercise…

Son: No, mom. *he sighs heavily like he can’t believe he has to explain this* Because if someone is shooting bullets at your feet, you know how to jump really good so you don’t get hit.

Me: I was going to say that too.


This is something my husband would say…


Last month we were reading a book about trains. One of the pages showed a picture similar to this one of Union Station in Colorado.

(image via)

In a burst of excitement, my 6-year-old pointed to the Union Station sign and triumphantly said, “Mom! There might not be a pickled onion museum, but there’s an ONION station!”

Then I died laughing.

To his credit, the letters u-n often make the “un” sound instead of an “you-n” sound.

I always enjoy the best parenting tweets of the week on the Huffington Post. This is a sampling of what they deemed to be the 50 best parenting tweets of the year.

Honest to goodness, Kate Hall nailed our weekend activity planning on the head. Then, after all is said and done, whichever kid whined the most inevitably says, “that was the funnest activity EVER.”

Then I’m all, “that’s nice because we’re never leaving the house again.”

Yep!! Just what Amy Dillon said. When I ask my kids what they enjoyed most about (insert any activity they were dying to participate in here) they inevitably say, “snack.”

I should just hand them a fruit snack every Saturday and call it good.

If you’ve met my children, then you’ll know that 97.3% of my life is telling one of my kids to put their clothes back on. Don’t even get me started on the shoes.

I hope you had a great week filled with plenty of humor! Happy Friday the 13th, everyone!

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Friday Funnies #2

Here are a few items that put the happy in my dance this week.



My son started taking fencing lessons. If you have a little boy or girl who is obsessed with all things swords and lightsabers, then this is the sport for them.


Here’s a conversation my son and I had when we arrived at fencing practice last week.

Son: Mom! Did you see those lunches last week?

Me: Lunches? They had lunch here? How did I miss that?

Son: No, mom. The lunches I made with my sword.

Me: Oh! You mean lunges?

Son: Yeah. That’s what I said.

At that point I started laughing hysterically, so I still have no idea if he said the word correctly and I misheard or if he really was saying lunches instead of lunges. When you throw in a noisy gym and the coach’s Russian accent, it could go either way. Regardless, it still makes me laugh.

And I really wish they would have had lunch.


If you are interested in learning more about youth fencing and you live in the USA, here’s a link. If you live in Ireland, here’s a link.

I needed to pick up kleenex at the store last week.

This discovery amused me greatly.


Just in case you need gender-biased tissues.

Of course I had to buy them. I don’t know if they are man-sized, but they are about twice the size as regular tissues.

American English is slightly different than European English. My kids are starting to notice these differences. Here’s how it came up in conversation recently.

Daughter: Mom. Did you know everyone in my class says maths instead of math.

Me: Even your teacher?

Daughter: Yep. Everyone.

Me (speaking to my son): Buddy, does your teacher say maths too?

Son: (thinks about it for a moment)  I don’t know. She speaks English.

I’m still not sure what language he thinks my daughter’s class was speaking!


Happy Friday, everyone! May your weekend be filled with fun and humor!

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