She’s a what? Mid-Afternoon Mental Moment

It’s Wednesday!

Just kidding I know it’s Thursday...

I missed the Mental Moment yesterday… How I forgot something that has been a daily staple for a while now, I haven’t a clue.

bananas (Photo credit: Fernando Stankuns)

It was just that kind of day yesterday.  That kind of week actually.

I am sorry. I hope you all found some moment to be mental anyways…

For Today’s Mental Moment 

I have a little treat.  My daughter had been BEGGING me to be put on my blog.  Ok in reality its some poetry she wrote that I am going to put up just haven;t yet.

ANd she was on Arsty Brain Fartsies.    The future rock climber in the picture Life Lessons.  AND, I don;t think this is quite what she had in mind.

Being our Mental Moment for the day.  I had to do it though.

The clip starts out with Mr 5 yo.  What you didn’t hear at the beginning is me asking him if he had anything profound to say…

as you will see, for the first time ever, he had nothing to say profound or otherwise.

Then there is my 8 yo daughter.  She’s funny.  A good Mental Moment.  Especially at the end trying to figure out what the heck she is talking about.

But how bout for our Mental Moment we just think about the simpler life of kids.  When you could be if you so chose, a banana…or anything else and it was ok.


To your Mental State, Whatever it May be…

Lizzie Cracked (never broken) I am a banana too! What? I never claimed to be grown up!


27 thoughts on “She’s a what? Mid-Afternoon Mental Moment

      1. Okay, this is history in the making…I am inventing a new blog/text term…lih – laugh in head. That will be my new lol unless I actually laugh out loud.

    1. there is the cookie ….normally though he would talk right through that. No not a banana thank goodness.. it might have ended up all over my screen…I do think he would have had something to say if it had been a banana… just a thought. they are pretty darn cute aren’t they? I am not biased or anything either..nope not a bit…

  1. I feel you on the crappy week.
    This week, I think I feel like a rotten potato. You ever get a rotten potato in a sack? It starts to mess up all the other potatoes near it. That’s been me this week.
    Thanks for the chuckle!

    1. oh! you are welcome.. I hope it makes the end of your week a bit ..less..rotteny potatoey? I had a sack once that got pushed under something in my pantry and forgotten about..until this black goo and weird smell ..yea.. I hope you re feeling better 🙂

  2. You know, I really should make a point to look at all my tabs before I go to bed. I had this one open to watch the vid again to hear what she said at the end. *sigh* It has been that kind of week as well.

    1. I hear you. I have been trying to figure out a good time to read so that I don’t get so far behind and I have been doing it in the evening then I leave the pages up I want to revisit or I have more than one post .. And then I have been falling asleep..mid comment (did that on one of yours last night) or before I even get a chance to read (did that on someone else’s and I just haven;t been on top of it. sigh… Hope your day today was great 🙂

      1. I wish, too. I am ill again and scheduling surgery tomorrow (hopefully for Tuesday), so I will be MIA for a few days. I cannot do the being ill any more. It has not helped my ability to read as much as I would like. At. All. Ugh.

      2. so sorry to hear that 😦 I hope they get you in and you are feeling better very very soon. I have been trying to figure out how to just be a brain in a jar .. this pain and deterioration of the body is for the birds. Let us know k?

      3. I will, promise. If my telepathy and telekinesis skills were just a bit better, I would totally opt for a crystal vase. 🙂

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