Today I link with MckMama at My Charming Kids to share some things I’d rather not admit. If you’re one of the two people in the blogosphere who don’t participate in this crazy blog carnival — join in on the fun! Just visit MckMama HERE.

Ok friends, strap on your seat belts and hang on tight!

NOT ME … I wasn’t going through withdrawals while we put Not Me Monday on hold out of respect for MckMama and Stellan. It isn’t supposed to be ME on the stretcher. Ha.

It also WASN’T ME who had a TON of “Not Me” FODDER over the past several weeks! It certainly wasn’t me who couldn’t REMEMBER ANY OF IT! Argh!!!

Not me! I didn’t send my sweet husband out of town so that I could have 48 hours to play online without any supervision. Ha. Not me! I would utilize my time much better than that! I certainly didn’t stay up until 1:30 – 2:00 each morning — catching up on my friend’s blogs. Nope, not ME!

Not me — I didn’t drop our Labrador’s pain pill down the vent in the kitchen floor (never to be found again I assure you). I also didn’t do it AGAIN the next day! Scream! I wouldn’t be so clumsy! These pills only cost over $100 a bottle!

Ha! Not me! I didn’t take pictures of the red things in our house (for a meme) just to delete some of them — DUST — then retake. Oh my gosh — I WOULDN’T let my house look like that. Oops! (Don’t tell Momstheword!)

It wasn’t me! I wasn’t the Mom so exasperated in the drive-thru that I ORDERED OUR FOOD TO GO! ROFL! Poor Mom — glad it WASN’T ME!

It certainly wasn’t me — a country girl — who drove her lawnmower just to discover that the REASON the wheel wouldn’t turn was BECAUSE THE TIRE HAD COME OFF OF THE RIM! LOL Surely, someone with sense would have realized that there was a PROBLEM!OH MY GOSH — IT DEFINITELY WASN’T ME (I wish) who thought she was picking up a leaf on her parent’s floor JUST TO FEEL IT SQUISH! It wasn’t me who screamed and ran in place!!!! It certainly wasn’t me who had PICKED UP A CAMEL CRICKET!!!!! SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! FOR CRYIN’ IN THE RAIN! Those are close relatives to a spider folks! Just look at the nasty squishy creature! It also wasn’t me who taught by example to scream over bugs. IT ISN’T MY DAUGHTER who screams when she sees a fly now. Oops! It isn’t me who still wants to scream just from seeing this picture below! Seriously!


Ok men/brothers/males … this is where you get off of the train! Warning … you don’t want to see what is next, just move on to the next blog. Women, you will so relate to this … sigh.

It wasn’t my daughter who had the following conversation with her Daddy yesterday! (And don’t worry, you WILL NOT be getting a picture to go with this one!)

Daughter: Daddy, are these your breast-tess (the way she said it)?
Daddy: Yes Princess.
Daughter: They aren’t poking out like Mommy’s …
Daddy: (Waited to see where this was going.)
Daughter: Mommy’s breast-tess hang down and point out (motioning her hand down to HER WAIST!!!!)!


I sure am glad that wasn’t my child. Nope NOT ME! I’m glad I don’t have that issue!



Ok, for those brothers whose curiosity got the best of you — I warned ya!

On a serious note — PRAISE GOD THAT BABY STELLAN IS HOME! I am rejoicing that he seems to be doing so well! God bless this sweet boy and his family!

For more NMM posts … find MckMama HERE.