Lester the elf

So Grandi got Quinlynne this thing called Elf on the Shelf. Here's the jist: there is an Elf, you name it, the elf hides in your house & ever night, after the kid goes to sleep the elf goes to the North Pole to report to Pere Noel if said child has been naughty or nice. When the elf comes back to your house, he tries to hide in a new spot. Said child cannot touch elf, or the magic will be ruined.

I was skeptical of this little setup. But ya know what?? Quinlynne LOVES it. Every morning she comes into the living room to try to find where Lester the Elf is. She has found him every day almost right off. This morning Genevieve the kitty found Lester the Elf and knocked him down. Quinlynne was pretty irritated, but she wouldn't touch Lester (remembering the magic). Wow- can I keep this Elf out all year long??

Confession about Santa

OK, so I have a confession. I took Quinlynne to the mall, on Sunday, to see Santa. I'm terrible, and setting a bad example...I know. Quinlynne finally, after much coercion, sat on Santa's lap at Uncle Charlie & Aunt Connie's ward Christmas party. On Saturday night Quinlynne told me that she'd forgotten to tell Santa about something she wanted & she thought maybe we should head to the mall so she could tell him. The mall was already closed. The next morning she brought it up again. I decided to just seize the moment...last year we went to the Bass Pro Santa and I got a snapshot. The previous two years, I got something that looked like this:

So, we went to the mall. We got some cute pictures. Quinlynne had a tete-a-tete avec Pere Noel, and she seemed satisfied afterwards. We took some pictures of ourselves, too.

Cousins & pictures

The Saturday before Thanksgiving my SIL came down so we could take the girls to get their pictures done together. My mom has been wanting a picture of her grandkids, and she wanted them to send out with her Christmas cards. I decided the girls should wear red & black. I didn't think they should be matchy-matchy. It's hard trying to outfit kids when you don't have them with you....especially Abby; she is just a skinny little twig. Everything hangs on her, poor thing. Mandy and I ran out on Friday night to get the finishing touches for the girls' outfits, and we found this dress for Abby. We weren't sure about it since hers was red, black & white. BUT- it turned out GREAT! The girls did spectacularly...it gives us hope. You know how lots of times when you go to get pictures done- you're lucky if you get one or two you really like? Mandy & I had to seriously narrow it down. We were so proud of our girls! I'm not going to post any of the finished product, but let me post some pics of the girls in their outfits. BY the way, I can't get the pictures to go where they're supposed to go...so you have to put the correct caption with each one. I have faith you can do it.

Cadyn trying to check herself out in the mirror.

Look at that little foot. How chubby & adorable is it?

Abby & Quinlynne getting cookies for being so good.

Quinlynne & Abby watching a movie while Mandy & I made decisions.

Finally Finals are over

That's right, my friends. I took my Theory final yesterday. I finished my skill validation just an hour ago. I have now passed Level 2 of nursing school. I guess nothing's actually final until it's recorded in the gradebook for the college. BUT- I have an "A" in Issues & Perspectives & I got a "B" in my Theory class. I have passed! Woo hoo!

Unfortunately, I know of 3 classmates, thus far, who have not passed. I am very sad. They are all people I like, too! So, two down, two to go! Go Shandolynne, go Shandolynne! I just have to cheer for myself sometimes!

Three Little Pigs- new version

"Once upon a time there were three little pigs. Their names were Quinlynne, Abby & Cadyn." (At this point, I'm trying to not laugh. The three little pigs are girls....and cousins??) Quinlynne was VERY smart & built her house out of bricks. Abby & Cadyn were lazy & just built their houses out of sticks & straw." The story went on for quite a while, then apparently "Uncle Aaron & Mandy joined the lazy pigs Abby & Cadyn in Quinlynne's strong brick house, in fact the whole world can just go ahead and join them. The End."

I had no clue there were so many versions of the Three Little Pigs. Also, tonight there were all sorts of questions. "Momma, did you pick me out of the baby store? Why? Did you want a special girl? (I told her a couple of weeks ago the reason she had curly hair is because that is what God gave her. In response to why God gave her curly hair I told her it was because he thought she was really special, and special people get curly hair. She LOVED that answer & has asked me about it repeatedly.) Did you want a girl named Quinlynne? Why did you name me Quinlynne? How did you get my name, when I was in your belly? Did you know I was gonna come out of your potty? Oh yeah- I came out of your belly, huh??" Oh the questions!!!! What a cute way to end my birthday, though. I detest Sunday birthdays, and this was a way to make me giggle on my special day! Thank you, my smart, pretty, funny daughter!

Sorry

I know it's been more than a couple of days since I have posted. But, to tell you the truth- school has kept me hoppin'. The semster is coming to a close, and you know what that entails. Everything kind of starts the downhill trend, speeding up and speeding up! This week was not too bad at clinicals though, even though my patient was one sick guy. I got to go with him to have an EGD & Colonoscopy, and while we were in the PACU, it was great to see a lady from church (who is a nurse) bringing a patient in from the OR. It's always nice to have a friendly face! Soon, my friends, soon I will be able to say (hopefully) "Two down, two to go!" I am close to half done in my quest to become a Registered Nurse. Thank goodness! I just don't know why I didn't do this the first time around in school. It would have been so much easier. But, I didn't think I was smart enough, and I did what was easy for me. Hindsight's 20/20, right?

Since I'm talking about being in the PACU, let me include a picture of my child when she was 11 months old, in the PACU.

This was when she had her adenoids removed. I knew something was wrong when it had been over an hour since they took her back to the OR. Seems as though Quinlynne would not start breathing on her own after they stopped anesthesia. I knew she had scared everyone in all of the ORs, because they kept coming out (after I was with her) to look at her, but trying to look nonchalant. What's that old saying "Can't BS a BSer"? I know how to downplay things so people won't worry. I could feel all this gunk rattling around in my baby's chest, and the ambu bag which had not yet been discarded from surgery lying on her bed. Oh well- she came by the adenoid thing rightfully, I had mine removed 3 times, and Adar has always had problems with his. What a combination. So far, Quinlynne has had hers removed twice. I wonder how many times it'll take? Thank goodness for modern medicine and the people who Heavenly Father had with her in the room that day.

I hope that as a healthcare provider, I will be able to be a person patients and their families will be thankful for. It's my goal!

Halloween 2009

This year Quinlynne had quite the time deciding what she was going to be. Then she broke her arm & we didn't know if the cast was still going to be in place on the big night. Turns out she had a splint, but she still went as a ladybug. I wanted her to be a princess- but the thought that won me over for the ladybug? How many more times am I going to get to see her dressed up CUTE? I had a test today, so Uncle Charlie & Aunt Connie had her for the weekend so I could study. I had to work in trick-or-treating in there somehow.

Quinlynne came home about 4:30 on Saturday evening so I could get her ready. I painted her face. At first she wasn't too sure about what I was doing....but neither was I! After each phase of the makeup application, Quinlynne would get up & run to the bathroom mirror to see what was going on on her face. I knew I had done something right when I heard her shrieks of approval & her making "OOOOOH" sounds in the bathroom.

We went to downtown Broken Arrow for some Halloween action. It was satisfactory. That is all I have to say about it. We then came back to our neighborhood & hit the few houses that had their lights on.

I dressed up (at the last minute) as a gypsy. The thing is...I don't think most people realized I was dressed up! I had on lots of mismatched jewelry, a scarf around my head, I don't know what I could have done differently. Oh well.

Cast is off

We went to the orthopaedist on Wednesday. Quinlynne's bright pink cast was removed. I took my camera with me so I could document this occasion for Quinlynne. The results: her bone is healing. She still has to wear a splint, and we go back to see the orthopaedist in 3 weeks to check on the progress of her radius.

She's checking out the machine...not sure what is gonna happen.
Going to let her arm be worked on, even though she's not sure of what's really going to happen. (Even though I had explained to her several times the process.)

Sawing, sawing, sawing.

It's off!


Here's my arm, momma!

Rah-rah!

Quinlynne's little Fall program in dance class was Thursday. I was afraid we'd have a repeat of last year....when she just stood there like a bump on a log. I was so pleasantly surprised when she danced her little heart out. They were dressed up like little cheerleaders & even had little pom-poms. If you want to go watch it- I put it on youtube.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0A3eT5dSKw

Here are some pictures of it. I'd really like it if cheerleaders' skirts were this length all the time!

Our SCARY jack-o-lantern

Quinlynne & I took Sunday evening as our FHE time. The girl had been harping on me forever to carve our pumpkin. I had a plan. Quinlynne & I had been talking about it. This was not going to be any ordinary jack-o-lantern. (Our neighbors across the street already had their jack-o-lantern lit on their front porch....talk about the pressure on me!) So, we brought the pumpkin inside & started cutting it open and cleaning it. Quinlynne actually got her hands dirty this year. We carved & carved & carved.....this is our final product.

Sorry about the blurriness of the dark picture. But, you get the idea. Quinlynne enjoys going out in the evening to light the candle in her jack-o-lantern. It is also her job to blow out the candle before she goes to bed.

SOOOOO spooky, isn't it?

Kinky or straight?

You know how it goes....girls with straight hair want curly hair....girls with curly hair want straight hair. Well, it's already starting at the Hoffman household. I long ago came to grips with the fact that my hair is straight as a board and there's nothing I can do about it. It's straight & boring and blah. Quinlynne, on the other hand, has beautiful curly hair. Learning how to do curly hair has been a bit challenging for me, but we're coping. A few weeks ago, as I was getting Quinlynne ready for bed, she started stroking my hair and said "OOOOh, Momma, you're hair's so silky & soft & straight." She was just running her hand through my hair & did it over & over. Running a hand through Quinlynne's hair is not something you can do easily. Your fingers get stuck in the curls. Since that evening she has repeatedly informed me that she wants straight hair. I keep telling her how lucky she is that she has such beautiful, soft, curly hair.

Saturday we were getting ready to go run some errands. I had the curling iron & the straight iron heated up. Quinlynne wanted me to use them on her. So...I did. It looked TERRIBLE!!!! It looked like she had on a wig. Grandi hated it as well. I couldn't get all of her hair straight because she wouldn't stand still & I was afraid I'd burn her. She was dying to go out with straight hair though. We compromised & I put her straight hair in a ponytail. If she decides to straighten her hair as she gets older- I hope she does a better job.

That Fall time of year

This year Fall has been beautiful. It's wrecking havoc with my allergies, but it's been beautiful. I've enjoyed not having 90 degree weather into October, and the oranges, yellows & reds are amazing to regard. Fall is my favorite!

Every year we go to the pumpkin patch in Bixby. I've told you this before. Well, it has been raining so much this month I was beginning to wonder if we'd be able to go. Between my schedule, Grandi's schedule & the rain.....time was running out. Last Friday I ended up taking Quinlynne to the pumpkin patch by myself. I know Grandi was quite sad about this- but she survived.

It was super muddy out there. It was also super busy. I've never been there when it was that busy. There was also a nip in the air. This was not the best for picture taking. Quinlynne did not want to take her jacket off. So- I didn't really get many pictures of her with her pumpkin shirt on. The few that I did get- she was crying because she wanted her jacket on again.

We ended up running into a friend of mine from nursing school. She was out there with her family. Quinlynne has had a few play dates with her girls, so it was fun to watch them hook up. Quinlynne is about a year older than my friend's oldest daughter. Quinlynne and Cady enjoyed playing follow the leader. I think Quinlynne just likes trying to take control. Anyhow, the two of them were standing up on this hay bale to look at some animals. I got the cutest picture.

Enjoy the beautiful weather & beauty our Heavenly Father has blessed us with!

Anything wrong with this picture?

Again, since I have to spend so much time on the computer- I alternate between my laptop & the home computer. I found this one.

What the crap is my dad wearing? A Harley shirt, his sunglasses hung from a pocket, a buck knife of some sort in a leather holster on his belt(Because you never know when you might need to whip that out when you're doing stuff around the house), probably a cell phone on there somewhere, and he has a toothpick in his mouth. He is trying to demonstrate to Abby how to ride that tiny pink scooter. Oh my goodness! What a dork. Love him!

Been too long

Needless to say, it has been entirely too long since I've posted. I am now in the midst of my med/surg clinical rotations. I'm in Hell.



I have tons of pictures I need to edit & save to my computer. But here's one for you. This is from when Quinlynne's eardrum had ruptured & we were having to put ear drops into her ear. She hated it. I remember having to get eardrops put in when I was her age & how much I detested it. Poor thing. And look at her curled up on her changing pad. Definitely not the 19 inch long baby girl I brought home from the hospital.

Class Act

I had to run to our local Coweta Wal-Mart late this evening. I'm talking....10:45 or so. You gotta just love the class acts you can witness there.

1) It's chilly out. I had on a jacket. That's saying a lot. There was a mom coming into the store. She was wearing jeans, a sweatshirt & flip flops. I'm okay with that. However, the little boy she had in the buggy (probably 3 years old) was wearing a long sleeve shirt, camo pants, and NO SHOES!! No shoes on his dirty little feet. You know, I understand if he was running around the house with no shoes on. But, if it's cold enough that you need to wear a sweatshirt- take the time to put something on your kid's feet!

2) I was in the aisle, on my way out. I see a man standing with his kid in the basket. He was obviously waiting on someone. I hear a lady in the next aisle calling out flavors of something. I wasn't really paying attention to her. We arrive at the end of the aisles at the same time. She is holding two bottles of Boone's Farm "wine". She says "When did Wal-Mart start carrying wine?" I had to totally stifle myself and keep walking. Honey- if it costs less than $4.00 a bottle, it probably can't be considered wine. Also, I don't think true wine would have flavors like "Blue Hawaiian" and "Strawberry Margarita". Something tells me, the Napa Valley winemakers wouldn't approve of those names.

Yes, class acts, I tell you.

*Just so you don't get the wrong idea....I'm not a drinker. I'm not going to say that I have never tried any of these beverages- but I didn't like it- so why bother? (Not to mention I was raised to NOT partake in these beverages.) BUT, I do know enough to know that good wine costs a bit more than $4.00 a bottle.

Poor little thing

Quinlynne spent the weekend with Charles & Connie so I could study for my exam today. Saturday Uncle Charlie called me to tell me that Quinlynne fell out of the swing. She was crying and wanted her momma. Being the World's Greatest Mother that I am, I told him to just give her some ibuprofen & see what she was like in 20 mins. He called me back & told me that she was doing better.

Let's just fast forward to last night. Mom went to pick up Quinlynne. She got home with her & I did notice a few things about her arm. It was a bit swollen and she was very protective of it. She would not put any pressure on it. I put her to bed & the child woke up a couple of hours later crying because her arm hurt. I noticed her arm was a little crooked. (It is by her wrist on her right arm.)

I decided I didn't want to wait until Monday afternoon, she had waited long enough. I packed up my study materials & my child and headed for St. Francis. We got there and heavens, let me tell you...it was full. Quinlynne was crying, she was scared. Since she was using her arm and had a good ROM in it, no body seemed to think anything was wrong with her. She coughed when we checked in, so the nurse said we'd have to have a chest xray & Q had to wear a mask. She certainly didn't want to. But being the good child she is- she did.

We were called to have xrays done. As Quinlynne was being positioned for the chest xray, she started crying a little and said "I don't want to go to heaven right now." Poor little thing thinks when you go to the hospital, you die. Isn't that sad and cute all at the same time? I assured her she wasn't going to go to heaven right now, we were just going to take some pictures. We took chest xrays and xrays of her wrist & arm.

We waited a few more hours before we were called back to an exam room. (We thought we'd be out of there before 3 am, as that is when the pediatric portion is closed.) Nope, we didn't even really go back to the room before 3 am. Ugh! The nurse & doctor were GREAT with Quinlynne. They let her go with them to look at her xrays & explained them to her.

Sure enough, Quinlynne has a buckle fracture of her right radius near her wrist. The doctor said it was just a little break since her bones are still pliable. We now have to go to an orthopedist. I'm trying to get all of that taken care of today. She is faring well in her splint right now. She just got up from her bed. Poor little thing....keeps on crying out in her sleep.

She did tell me that she thought she'd be okay because Uncle Charlie gave her a blessing when she fell. I'm glad she's learning faith in priesthood blessings at a young age!

more little things

Today as Quinlynne's dance class. This is the first year that we've had dance class on a week night. In the past they've always been on Saturday mornings. So, previously, Quinlynne has been allowed to get a doughnut after dance class. She seems to think this carries over- even though dance classes are in the evenings now.

When I picked her up from class tonight she asked if she could get a doughnut. I asked her if she wanted a doughnut of tasty chips. ("Tasty Chips" are won tons from a Chinese restaurant.) She told me she wanted a doughnut. I had to run across the intersection and pick up a couple of things at the Walmart Neighborhood Market, so I told her we'd get her doughnut there. NO....that was not good enough. She wanted a doughnut from the "good" place. She loves Krispy Kreme.

Now, I'm going to make a confession here that may render me a freak in some of your eyes. Here it goes....I do not like doughnuts. Really never have. I will admit- a warm Krispy Kreme, or a chocolate iced creme filled from Krispy Kreme is tasty....but I've only craved doughnuts when I was pregnant. They do nothing for me but make me want to puke. That being said, I try to be a good mom and not force my food opinions onto my daughter. (Hence the reason she eats raw tomatoes like they are french fries. Seriously??? Raw tomatoes??? My stomach is turning just me thinking about them.)

As we pulled up to Krispy Kreme Miss Thang already had her seat belt off. I asked her what she was doing. I informed her we were going though the drive-thru. She quickly covered for her mistake by saying that something had been wrong with her seat belt and she was just trying to fix it. I checked out the parking lot status and decided it was dead enough that we could go in. I pulled into a parking space and turned off the engine. I told Miss Thang to get out. She said "Are we going in?" I replied in the affirmative. As she's walking to meet me on the sidewalk she said "I LOVE you momma" in the dreamiest tone I've ever heard her use. I stifled my laughter. Oh how cute....letting her go into Krispy Kreme elicits proclamations of love from my child. How sweet! It's those little things.

Tag

OK, this is something I did on Facebook. But, I hadn't posted on my blog in a while, so I thought I'd cheat. Here's a little questionnaire:

If I looked on the bed next to you, what would I find? pillows

Do you go to the bathroom with the door open or closed? I'm ashamed to admit...if I'm at home, it's usually open. That started when I was pregnant and would stifle with the bathroom door shut.

Are your underwear and socks folded in your drawer or just thrown in? Folded, socks are matched and bundled

Sleep on your back or stomach? neither, side sleeper

Are you a cuddler? I like to cuddle....but I don't like to cuddle WHILE I sleep.

What would I find if I looked UNDER your bed? I dunno- shoes, books maybe?

Something that happened today that made you angry? Nothing has really made me angry today.

What were you doing before this survey? Explaining to Quinlynne why Cheetos are NOT for dinner.

What will you do after the survey? Fix a proper dinner

Marriage or living together? Who cares? I will not judge others. As for me, neither will ever happen.

What shirt are you wearing now? an orange-y,black-y, pink one

Do you sing? I do, but not well.

Do you de-label your beer bottles? I don't drink beer.

Do you talk about your feelings or hide them? I usually let people know where they stand. Good and bad.

Is there something you regret and wish you could take back? Of course

First thing you do when you wake up? make it to the bathroom, brush my teeth

Ever had surgery? Yes, I have.

Last argument you got into with? Ummm...I don't remember. Probably Quinlynne Lucille Paige Hoffman.

Do you tend to rip the paper off water bottles? Nope.

What's one good thing about your best friend? They do not judge. They let me know what they think, but no judging and unconditional love.

How long does it take for you to fall asleep at night? You know, when I was younger- it would take me forever. Now, if I'm still, I'm asleep.

Current song on myspace? "Lookin' for Love in all the Wrong Places"

When you shut off your alarm clock, do you tend to fall back asleep? Yes. I'm terrible about that.

If you were given the chance to take care of a monkey for a weekend, would you? Depends on what my plans for the weekend are.

What is the current advertisement on the side of the screen? Skinovative laser hair removal...hook me up! (Don't forget, this was on Facebook.)

What are you looking forward to in the next few months? End of the semster, Christmas, Halloween, nice weather

It's midnight. Who are you texting? That could be a dnagerous question.

It's Wednesday afternoon, where are you usually? Maybe napping after clinicals.

Honestly, if you could have ANYONE in the world, who would it be? I'd prefer to NOT answer this question. And what kind of "have" are we talking???

Your Christmas list consists of? Am I receiving? Is this dream world? I'd ask for a wonderful vacation.

You're going to New York for school shopping, where do you go first? I haven't the slightest. I only window-shopped for a few hours in NYC.

You need a new pair of jeans, what store do you go to first? Someplace where they sell jeans.

How do you feel about your hair? It's awfully dark lately.

What movie is in your DVD player? DVD player in the hosue isn't hooked up.

If you could move away, no questions asked, where would you move? Someplace near an ocean.

How much do looks matter to you in a guy/girl? There's gotta be something there to spark an interest. But ya know, as long as I find them attractive.

What's the greatest thing that happened to you today? Quinlynne Lucille Paige giving me an eskimo kiss.

How many TRUE best friends do you have? 3 or 4

What would you change about your life right now? I don't really need to list that on here. If you know me, you know what I'd change.

What’s the best feeling in the world? Holding that precious baby in your arms, knowing God trusts YOU to take care of him/her for Him.

OK, I'm going to tag 3 people to put this on their Blogs, too. I choose.....drumroll please..... Angie, Natalie, and Sally.

Angie is a great friend of mine. She is hilarious. She blogs exactly how she speaks, and it's hilarious. You'll have to catch her on a big rant sometime....if you could hear her telling the story- you'd die laughing, too. She is extremely talented in so many areas. She is kind of going through a rough patch right now. If you know of anyone who is willing to hire a non-idiotic woman who is a quick learner and masters everything....hit her up! I love her.

Natalie and I have known each other for quite a while. We grew up together. Lots of activities at church together as youth. She is a beautiful woman. Her posts on her blog are hilarious as well. She's very witty....and, like most of my friends, tends to speak her mind. She and her family just had to make a quick relocation, so she's busy making her house a home, but look in on her blog. Go back, read previous posts...you'll love her.

Sally and I go to church together presently. She is also extremely talented. (Am I not friends with anyone who is a dumb, untalented, sloth???) She is married to a busy medical student. They have 3 kids and that keeps Sally pretty darn busy. However, she finds time to blog in there somewhere. She amazes me.

Memories

Oh how I miss these days:

This was at Logan Salat's birthday party. Her bib was bigger than her. But- it was red, white & blue. So was her outfit. She was about 7 weeks old here.

Look at those little leg rolls.

Hat & mittens from Grandi & Poppa on her 1st Christmas. She went right down for a nap after this.

Pork chops, dinner rolls, butter, etc.

So, I don't know how many of you would consider yourselves "big girls" (it's not like I have a huge following- but I like to pretend I do). There is no getting around it; I am a big girl. There, I've said it. I feel as though I'm in an AA meeting. (Not that I've ever been to an AA meeting, either...but you always hear that on TV.) Anyhow, as a big girl, you get to hear lots of reasons why men like big girls. (Also, I always have a really hard time believing a man is attracted to a big girl. In my mind they always like the small girls.) So, you hear "I like a woman with a little meat on her bones," (most common); "I don't like small girls,"; "Why would I want to gnaw on a bone when I can have the whole piece of meat?"; "Throw that girl a pork chop, she's too skinny,"; etc. Are you getting the picture?

Well last week my clinical group met after clinicals to go over a presentation we are going to be giving. We met at the TCC Metro location. I cannot help but people-watch while I am anywhere. So, this rather "healthy" young lady walked by. She was probably 5'5", weighed around 325 lbs. Yes, this is obese, but far from the largest person I've ever seen. What got me though was the fact that she was wearing a strapless sundress. YES- I said a STRAPLESS sundress. Similar to this one:

This dress would not have been a bad idea if she had been waering a tshirt underneath, or a little cardigan on top. But the only thing this young gal had on underneath was her strapless bra.

I leaned over to my friend next to me and said "Just 'cause they make it in your size don't mean you need to wear it,". Apparently one of the men in my goup heard me say it, but had not seen the young lass. He said...are you ready for this???? "I like a little butter with my bread'". I almost fell off the chair. That was a new one on me. I asked him if he had seen the young lady, as she was on her way around again. When he caught the lovely vision, he told me I was in fact, right.

So- two things in one day. A young lady committing a major fashion faux pas, and a new saying. Anyone else like a little butter with their bread??

Rear end

Let me just rant for a few seconds. (By the way- isn't that a cute little rear end?)

Am I totally uptight, or is there entirely too much usage of the word (I'm going to actually write it out once, in case you're wondering and can't figure it out) ass on TV & radio nowadays? I consider myself to be rather liberal, but seriously? I don't want to hear it, and I certainly don't want my child (or anyone else's child under my watchful eye) hearing it. I haven't even watched the show "Dance your ___ Off" because I'm pretty off-put by the title. People are saying it in clips that we see for sitcoms, it's on the radio, in commercials, everything. I don't think I should have to worry so much about the language that will be on TV in the middle of the day or early evening....especially when I have it tuned in to ABC, CBS, FOX, NBC, etc. I don't consider TBS or TNT to be especially "risky" TV stations, but gaaawwwwleeee (pronounced like Gomer Pyle is saying it)! Also- I'm attacked by this little 3 letter word when I'm driving in my car listening to the radio. I will admit, I was listening to a country station recently & they announced a new song. Kind of a catchy tune. But the first few words, and the repeated lyrics, are "I've got my toes in the water, ___ in the sand". Seriously? What the heck? Please tell me I'm not the only person who is noticing this. Am I just noticing it now because I'm more cognizant of things due to my 4 year old sponge?