Two Bowls One Butt

This blog is innappropriate.

I’m sure you’ve all heard of (or perhaps seen) the latest feel-good internet phenomenon “two girls one cup” (quite possibly one of the sickest videos out there). It may be even sicker than this blog.

I was making sausage balls today when I felt a sharp pain in my tummy. “not a good day to eat sausage balls” I thought to myself. Time goes by and it goes away and comes back, and goes away and comes back (you all know the drill). Well the time comes to go to the bathroom and as I go to the throne, I see that one of the kids has already went #1 in it. The other toilet is out of commission until we figure out why the water won’t cut off. I go to flush the toilet and it goes down…slowly. After I’m done, I realized the toilet was stopped up.

This is not good considering I’m “sick” I’m watching the kids, I have to work tonight, and I have one broken toilet and a stopped up one. I turned the water on and flushed it to make sure it would go down okay, it didn’t. Well I had to use it anyway because what else am I gonna do? I went to flush it and surprise, it flushed!

Things are good now. Very good.

I swear I'm not on drugs...

For some reason I was thinking about that movie "The Outsiders" tonight and I thought of the poem that is read in it. So I figured I'd put it up on here and give my take on it. (it's one of my favorites.)

Nothing Gold Can Stay by: Robert Frost

Natures first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower
But only so an hour

Then leaf subsides to leaf
So eden sank to grief
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay

My take on it:
Our childhood years are some of the greatest years we'll ever have (our first experiences were gold)
It is hard for us to hang on to our childhood
I believe the flower represents the innocence of childhood
and as we look back on child hood, it seams like it went by so fast.

our innocence is shed to take on maturity (leaf subsides to leaf)
What was once laughter and happiness is now sadness and bitterness (eden sinking to grief)
As we get older
We can not keep living in our past (our golden time).