Monday, February 2, 2009

Super Black Eye XL

The day after the Big Super Bowl, and I have a black eye!
I'll let you guess why, and I'll be back later to explain.
Scenarios;
A. I couldn't keep my mouth shut during the Super Bowl...
B. He had to tell me more than once...
C. I took a bowl to the face...
D. All the above!

(After hours of cleaning, errands, and business taxes later...)

For all those hanging on to your computer seat in suspense, I will no longer keep you waiting.

No, I wasn't in a martial dispute during the Super bowl, if you were wondering. In fact I didn't watch the Super Bowl and neither did my husband. Not that I wouldn't let him either! He just doesn't get the whole hoopla over a bunch of men he doesn't know, playing football. I did tune in for all of two commercials and five minutes of Bruce during half-time, which was all I could stand. I guess I was just expecting something a little more exciting, like the whole Janet Jackson wardrobe malfunction.

As for the biggest wife beater day of the year, I was Not a victim. For any ladies out there that might have been. I by all means am not making fun of your situation. Domestic violence is not a laughing matter. Although I do think it is uncalled for, and easily prevented. If you are putting yourself in that situation then you might as well expect what you get. I get really bent out of shape about those with children involved. It is your duty as a mom to protect your child. You leave with them and don't look back. I don't even want to hear the whole "But I love him BS either"!

Girls, Single/Married women listen up, cause I'm talking to you!

Have a little self respect for yourself. Get a man who will treat you like a queen and settle for nothing less. Yes, marriage is a give an take relationship. Therefore you respect him just as well. What I am saying is you don't EVER let a man lay a hand on you. The first and one time he does, should be his last. There are no second chances!

Okay, now that I'm done with my Parenting/girl-friend lesson for the day...

On to my black eye...

If you guessed C, you were correct!
I did take a bowl to the Eye. (Not a bowl of chips for the Super bowl, if that's what you thought!)
No, Jacob was playing with a small stainless steel bowl and a ball. He was tossing the ball up and catching it in the bowl, as I sat near watching him. One miss of the ball, and Mr. attitude chucked the bowl as hard as he could, smacking me in the face.

All I can guess is that someday, he will give Jason and I plenty of reason to take interest in the Super Bowl. I just know in the future he will be a famous quarter back.Trust me I have an Eye, from his talent.



8 comments:

  1. Lol, not sure which scenario to pick, I think I'll just wait for the explaination. Sorry about your black eye though!
    Take care

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  2. If you wanted excitement during the Super Bowl, you should have been in Tucson, AZ.

    http://nbcsports.msnbc.com/id/28972075/

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  3. LOL You are crazy! What are you doing watching him throw a ball in a bowl!? LOL Im just kidding.

    I totally 100% agree with the beating thing. First time is the last! Amen sister!

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  4. I'm a first time-last time gal too. Great advice. Sorry about the eye.

    Formerly thislittlepiggy

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  5. I agree with you completely on the first time being the last. My saying is "you'll only do it once". Though my bf is wonderful and I know he would never lay a hand on me like that.

    As for your eye, I'm sorry to hear about that. I hope it heals quickly. Maybe you should call that meat guy back to get a steak to lay over it ;)

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  6. YIKES! You should post a picture.. You know sortof as a *this is what to avoid while parenting* type thing.. Not just because we are lookie lous!!

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  7. Poor mommy I hope you look better now !

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Girls could you PLEASE give our guest some space. Take your brother and go play. Sorry,it's hectic here, what were you saying?"...

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