Sunday Funnies ~ Edition 11

Wow another Sunday has arrived. 

That means it’s time to share some of the funny stuff I found on Google or Facebook

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Thank you for noticing too!  😀

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Oh, you know who you are!

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And giving it 100% too!

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Too darn cute!

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I have big plan for some of you

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See, the shows are working, even I’m forgetting

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I’ve always wondered what that Carrie Underwood song was about

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This is what the “dry” heat feels like

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My weekly Non~Normal & Proud of It!

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And you belong in our club!

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LOL.. one of my top 2 for the week

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But this is my winner! it just cracks me up.

I’ve always wondered how pug noses are made!

(drats, it cut off the top, the dogs on belt up top had long noses)

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Hope you liked them!

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~~~till we laugh again~~~

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I Can’t Imagine Why Your Kid is a Brat

First off, let me go on record before any haters come out, I’m extremely against child abuse. Those that do should be punished not just by being locked up, but getting the shit beat out of them in return so they know how it feels.

But with that said, there is a difference between beating your child and holding them accountable for their actions. Lessons are not learned sitting in a corner for 5 minutes or taking away their cell phone (oh horrors of all horrors)

Yes, many kids turn out awesome with very little discipline.  Great parents? Possibly. Great genes? Maybe. Lucky? Definitely.

However, I’m noticing more and more how kids are allowed to run around destroying things with no accountability.  They are allowed to talk back with barely a peep in return. The mouth’s on some of them is amazing. Hard to believe some of them are only 9 or 10 years old.

How parents are shocked when these same kids become really obnoxious, hate spewing, smart ass brat teenagers is amazing to me. When all these parents need to do is only look at how they held (or didn’t hold) this teenager accountable long before they turned 13.

So it got me thinking, what other fun things could we do to these future smart ass hoodlums.

Bet they will not sprinkle the sugar on the carpet again

Even better, Tabasco sauce for the smart ass mouth

(ok, maybe that is extreme, how about make them do that spoon of cinnamon test?)

Yes, you will listen to this story for the 8,000 time. Until you learn to stop rolling your eyes

Yep, the dreaded grounded with a new twist

(don’t worry, straws for breathing can be included)

Yes, a special jail cell you can drop your kid off at the police station when you catch them stealing a cookie.

As you know, stealing a cookie today means  stealing your car at 16

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Oh the stories I could tell from just watching kids and their parents in my store for the past 4 years. Never mind what I have seen in public.  There has to be a solution we can agree on.

Maybe it isn’t whupping their butts, but some how we need to find a way to raise kids that respect not only their parents more, but also have and show respect to others. Bullying is out of control, damage to other people’s property is out of control and this sense of entitlement is crazy.

 Then again, maybe an a$$ whupping is what some of these little monsters need. 

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Don’t even get me going on how this younger generation is impacting the workplace. Especially once they begin to get held accountable for their actions.

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Let’s have some fun

(If no kid gets harmed during our dream punishments)

What would yours be?

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~~~till we laugh again~~~

 

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Hey There Ms Baskin Robbins!

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If you are a new follower than you may not have scrolled back far enough yet to discover that in my current incarnation of a working stiff, I own a Baskin Robbins. I love it. What’s not to love? I mean, I LOVE ice cream. And if you don’t… well, you are just sick. What can I tell ya.

One of the great things about owning a Baskin Robbins is people are usually pretty happy. And if they aren’t, they want to be. That is why when we are down we grab a pint of ice cream to feel better.

(oh, you know you’ve all done this once or twice and some of you probably weekly).   😀

 

Living and owning the local Baskin Robbins in your little town has a whole new set of perks. Yep, I’m like a mini celebrity with the kids. And I mean mini. I’ve got nothing on Team Omizoomi

(I just learned about them and thought I’d sneak this new found knowledge in).

Just today for example, I’m going through a local drive through and a kid puts 1/2 his body out the car and turns to me and yells – BASKIN ROBBINS!! with a big thumbs up.

McDonald Arches

When I go through my local McDonald’s drive thru, they take my order and go “Hey there Ms Baskin Robbins?”  Each and every time it makes my heart smile. I know what you are thinking, “Is she really that bad at ordering the same thing each time and going every day?”    Well, yes, but that is besides the point.

They have cameras dang it!

 

I also get milk and bananas a couple times a week and as I walk the store, little kids point at me. Not because I’m hideous or anything, but they recognize me. “It’s the ice cream lady! they shout. I find the Baskin Robbins hat I’m wearing might give me away in the store since they don’t let my truck come inside with me. 

 

I’m constantly having kid’s point at me while I’m driving. Jumping up and down all excitedly. I see them begging their mom or dad to follow me to the ice cream store. The the parents trying to act like they don’t see the big pink truck so they don’t have to go.

 

I have all kinds of stories about life in the Pink Truck and I’ll tell them as we spend our time together. Today, I decided to write due to the smile I got from the shout out from the random guy climbing out of his car Dukes of Hazzard style just to scream out BASKIN ROBBINS!

car window

Who wouldn’t like that?

I might be an introvert by heart, but even that makes me smile!

( I know you don’t believe me about the introvert part, but that is a story for another day….No one ever believes me…LOL)

 

~~~till we laugh again~~~

Control Your Kid – Pleaseeeee

OMG – Why can’t some parents control their kids?

Why is it a new mom will not let Little Johnny or Suzy two feet from them when they first start walking yet in the next year or two they don’t even have a clue where they are or what they are doing?

Don’t get me wrong, I love kids. Why else would I have an ice cream store?

During my many years at Home Depot I was always amazed at how parents never watched their kids. They would let them climb ladders, climb pallets of concrete and climb inside the racking. Did they not care if their kid fell? Or if they ate toxin? Or if they got cut? Hell, never mind the forklifts running around.

Now, I have to deal with these same kids opening and closing my freezers doors over and over. They open the cake freezer doors and poke holes in my ice cream cakes! Watching them lock my front door and laughing. And to top it off they don’t see them picking the candy off their ice cream and throwing it on the floor. Never mind the madness when the sugar kicks in and they run around like mad dogs and start banging on my windows. Yet there is mom and dad talking away not paying attention to Little Suzy or Johnny.

In both situations, I or others are left stopping these kids from their destruction. We say it nice as can be. But most of the time the parent doesn’t even recognize we are talking to their kids. And when they do, instead of embarrassment they look at us as if we are mean or some horrible monster to stop their kid from destroying our stuff or even worse hurting themselves.

Now, I’m not sure, but I’m going make a leap here. I’m thinking these same Little Johnny or Suzy’s are who grow up to be the foul mouth, attitude, destructive teenagers that I deal with as well. The same ones that are mad that I ask them not to sit at my outside table, the ones that bend my 15 min parking signs, the ones that graffiti the walls. They had no consequences as little rugrats which allowed them to become teenage brats. Hey, but that is just my theory.

But I’ll save my rants on today’s teenagers for another time.

I know none of my blog readers do this with their with their kids, but if you know someone, please I beg you, please have them leave my freezers alone because that banging they keep hearing is Little Johnny opening and slamming those freezer doors over and over.

Maybe you’ve lived this nightmare as well. And you know my pain.

Till we rant again..       =)