Barney

I am tired and cranky.

I have some tired and cranky kids, and a sick wife, and everything (damn near anything) is getting on my nerves and pissing me off.

And Barney is on, a DVD that my daughter has seen enough to actually talk along with it, all of the parts, not just the songs.

That itsy bitsy spider? Can just bite me.

Oh, joy, my son just trashed the kitchen again, after I just cleaned up after dinner. See, everything is getting on my nerves.

Gah.

In our house at the moment:

“Annie” is playing on the vcr in the boys room, accompanied by a thomas tank train set on the floor (bzzzzzz) and a Transformers helmet that makes your voice sound like optimus prime.

Barney (Treehouse season) is on in the family room.

I’m at the computer, trying to figure out how the hell we owe so much money to creditors and what to do about it. Also today filing taxes electronically (the govt is giving me $100 of my own money back, yippee).

Oh, Barney is singing the song about bringing home a baby bumblebee, but they don’t squish it when it stings them. Wimps.

It’s a hard knock life.

“Puleeeze can we watch Barney now?”

Not a big Smallville fan

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I’m home with a sick child, who of course isn’t acting very sick.

She is showing off her mad skillz by putting on a Barney tape in her bedroom and putting Barney on Tivo in the family room (which are something like ten feet away from each other)

It’s like listening to somebody sing “Row your Boat” in rounds. Deliberately out of sync. While stepping on Baby Bop.

At least the freakin’ Hokey Pokey Elmo has fallen into a low-battery induced coma…

;)

A couple of weeks ago, the beautiful and talented Les sent me a few Wiggles items in the mail. Actually, she was a true sweetie and sent them to my daughter, who at the ripe old age of three has never received anything in the mail other than pre-approved credit cards and auto insurance offers.

To say she was thrilled would be an understatement. She tore into the package, yelled “Wiggles!” and ran to her room to put one in the player.

Minutes later, she announces “I want Barney.”

“Don’t you want to watch the wiggles?”

“No. Barney.”

It has been over a week, and every time I put one of the new discs in? “No. Barney.”

To say she knows her mind would also be an understatement. To say that I’m so sick of Barney that the Wiggles would be a huge improvement says something about me, I guess.

Thank you, Leslie, I promise one of us will be watching them…