It’s pretty rare that I do these Instagram photo dump type posts where I just throw up a bunch of story-less photos from my Instagram stream and expect you to get excited about them.
Please note: when I say rare I actually mean never.
I like to think I’m more creative than that.
I also like to think that I’m 5’5 and a half, wear a size 6 dress, and would be perfectly cool with clamoring up on stage at the Justin Timberlake concert I’m going to this summer if I got double dog dared to do it.
None of that is the case. Except for maybe the last one about JT. I’d totally do that if I didn’t think he’d have me arrested.
I’m on the PTA. I can’t go to jail.
Anyway, point is, I am typing this post during the approximately 1 hour window I have between getting to my Toronto hotel room where I can finally use the Internet (I’m going through withdrawals over here people, serious withdraws) and falling awkwardly to sleep with my face pressed to my keyboard.
A photo dump is just about all I can manage.
Just about.
There’s always something with me.
In an effort to not bore you completely to death, I decided to write some epic type poetry to go along with my photo dump.
I hope you read it and like it and don’t post about me on GOMI and junk.
Or.
You can just totally ignore me and go visit my Wordful Wednesday cohost at Seven Clown Circus, and then spend all of your time checking out the featured linkers instead.
I prefer you read my poetry though, just so you know.
Photo Rhymin’
Roses are red, the sky is blue.
We’ve had a graduation or two.
We went to New York, we saw After Earth.
Along with Will Smith and the son his wife birthed.
#1 got a cut, #3 ditched his bed.
#2 got these shoes, didn’t care what I said.
We played a game, we ran a race.
We drove Papa’s Chevy all over the place.
We launched a contest for stylin’ Dudes. (break rhyme- GO ENTER IT NOW!)
I ate some really delicious food.
And now in Toronto, is where we’re at.
Don’t get scared I’m coming right back!
Annnnnd, I’ll stop gagging you with my poetry now, m’kay.
Be sure you visit Angie and this week’s features after you link up. It’s not their fault I’m a cornball.
This week we get proof that flowers aren’t the only things blooming in spring, some gorgeous shots of a cheap date, a handsome guy you’ll want to lick you, and a runner mom sharing her passion for color and running with her girls!
Jennifer says
The photo of #1? When did he become, like, a man? Holy cow.
DudeMom says
He is like a man. A man who is as tall as I am. Probably half my weight, but whatever.
Kimberly says
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I hate rhyming.
Vagina.
Kidding. You rocked the poem.
I had no idea that you were in Toronto. That’s 4 hours away from me :)
DudeMom says
Ahahaha! VAGINA.
Mindi says
Following your instagram feed this week has made me exhausted just thinking about all you have done!! Love the poem!! Hope you have a restful weekend coming up.
DudeMom says
No rest for the weary. Basketball playoffs, football equipment fitting, monster truck show. Maybe I will sleep for an hour. Maaaaaybe.
Andie says
Well you have had one heck of a busy time haven’t you? Awesome!
DudeMom says
Yes we have. No time to process. Must make more poetry!
Elaine A. says
Love me some awesome poetry! And the pics of course too. :)
DudeMom says
Thanks! We’ve had a BUSY month. Mind blown.
Heather O. says
Personally, I enjoy a good photo dump every now and then! :)
DudeMom says
It’s not really my jam, but in the heat of the moment, that’s all I had!
Teresha F says
your photo dump is still more engaging than most of the stuff on the Internets, so you won’t go to GOMI jail. The poem is the bonus!
‘I just noticed name change. I guess that means I inherit the Dumb Mom crown.
DudeMom says
GOMIE is scary. Really, really, scary! And, I’ll likely never shed the Dumb thing, just masking it a bit these days:)
Lolli @ Better in Bulk says
There is NOTHING wrong with a good instagram photo dump post. :)
DudeMom says
Yeah, agreed. But, I can’t just do that without a little awesome rubbed on it. It’s my thang:)
Kmama says
Toronto? Man, I love that place. The last time I was there was pre-kids, but I’m itching to go back.
We have a graduation tonight…preschool. Where has the time gone??
DudeMom says
Preschool graduation is really just mean. Why they make me cry?! WHY?!
Jennifer says
I’m about to this every day because I have no idea what to blog about anymore and my blog has cobwebs on it now. *sigh*
…But tell me more about the foods…?
DudeMom says
The foods were nuts. The funnel cake dude. For seriously. I had to share it to prevent a coma. Pretty sure I passed out for like 16 minutes though anyway.
Lori says
I loved your poem and your instagram feed looks all artsy and stuff. Mine is pictures of my cat, scrapbook mess, and and 54638374 pictures of my dogs. Not near as entertaining. Thanks for the Wordful (less) Wendesday link!
DudeMom says
Glad you like it. Mine is filled mostly with the Dudes and a pic or two of something tasty I crammed in my mouth.
@PamelaMKramer - A Renaissance Woman says
Whoa look at you!
You are full of many talents. :)
DudeMom says
The only people who even enjoy my poetry are my children. Okay, I lie, they don’t really like it that much either. They usually just stare when I do it.
debi9kids says
well, that was so amazing poety, my friend.
Sheer beauty :)
Hope you had a great trip!
DudeMom says
It was pretty awesome. Glad you enjoyed my poem. It’s an untapped skill:).
Stacy Uncorked says
Roses are red, the grass is green – I’m lovin’ your poem ‘cuz it’s so keen! :)
Oh, and the pictures, too. :)
4th Grade Beginning and End
DudeMom says
Poet and didn’t know it! Or, maybe you did. Either way, I dig it.