Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not start a blog just so that I could possible participate in "Not Me! Mondays!"

I would not complete my 1st "Not Me!" post only to find out that it was a holiday which allows me to be ready early for next week.

I would never encourage my boys to wash dirt, bug guts, grass, etc.., off their hands and feet in the dog's water bucket while we are playing outside instead of a) turning on the hose or b) going inside where we do have indoor plumbing, no way, not me.

It did not just dawn on me that my encouragement to do the outdoor washing would never be the reason that Nash is currently obsessed with sitting in that said bucket at other times, never would I realize that.

This past week while trying to decide/figure out how to do a blog, I didn't name my gang after Peanut Characters simply for the fact that our oldest loves Snoopy and that I have been referring to our youngest as Pig-Pen. I do not secretly hope he will grow out of this so that I can rename him Woodstock, because after all he does want to be our Snoopy's best friend.

Since I am terrible at keeping a secret I surely didn't stat a blog but not reveal this information to anyone that I actually know IRL. Not even Jason. No, not me.

On Mother's day, Jason did not get me a Play Station 3 game system, even though I have never played one single game on HIS PS2, no, my most romantic husband would never do that!

Jason DID however get me the Elliptical Machine that I have been longing for so all is forgiven.

My neighbor did not call me from her cell, while parked inside her garage, when she opened her car door and discovered a snake and ask me to come help her. I certainly did not just walk over there in my PJs like I was some trained snake killer or Ellie Mae Clampett and proceed to ask her via phone did she have a hoe? I would never just bust up in there like I knew what I was doing and whack it from behind from the the golf cart, where I did climb up on to at least keep it from attacking me. It would never then retreat under the golf cart where I was and give me time to back the golf cart up so I could try to hit it again with the hoe. I did not cut the snake in half only to have it strike at me while lodged in a wooden drink crate. We did not regroup and call someone to see if we needed to cut the head off. I then did not send her to my house to get my boys since during the regrouping I just realized they were home alone. After regrouping, we did not call in reinforcements to come help us kill this snake that we were certain was poisonous, and of coarse it did not turn our to be a copperhead. She did not come over with her hair in rollers and a tree blade in tow only to proceed to tell me to pull the snake and crate out of the garage and then see if I could get the snake to come out with my hoe and she would finish it off. She did not cut the head right off on the second try only to be met with the statement, from my oldest, you know you should always give a snake its space. No kidding! No, nothing like that would ever happen to me!

Hope you all have a happy Monday!!