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"Mop Monster," came out when Mom wanted to clean the floors but had a 7 year old, 6 year old, 4 but almost year old, and 1 almost 2 year old around to deal with under foot.

The couch became a magnificent ocean going Sailing Vessel we might call the "Mallo."  It would have to put all the sails to the West or East. Then maybe to the North or South depending on the whim of the "Mop Monster."

The Mom Monster would occasionally rise up and step by step work its way up the "Mallo."  The spirit behind the "Mop Monster" was rutheless and fun.   It was out mother playing  with us.

She, Dorothy Mallo, had to clean the house and get all those little feet to stay in one place at a time.   This way by playing with them and thinking up the character of "Mop Monster," she accomplished house cleaning and play time all at once.  Not bad for a mother of 4 to do all in one day.

I can't rememeber how many times the tangles of the "Mop Monster" scared us on to have some of the best times of our lives.  Mom could think up many things like the "Mop Monster," to get what she needed done.  But what was nicest of all was she found ways to do them while spending time with her family.  That makes her an  Ace among mom's of all generations.

I challenge moms every where to do better than "Mop Monster!"

Ever wonder how things can get so screwed up. Is it a lack of communication? Consider the following story….. 

In the beginning was the plan 
And then came the assumptions 
And the assumptions were without form 
And the plan was completely without substance 
And the darkness was upon the faces of the Workers 
And they spoke unto their Group Heads, saying: 
"It is a crock of shit and it stinketh". 
And the Group Heads went unto their Section Heads and sayeth: 
"It is a pail of dung, and none may abide the odour thereof' ..” 
And the Section Heads went unto their Managers and sayeth to them: 
"It is a container of excrement, and it’s aroma very strong, 
. Such that none here may abide by it". 
And the managers went unto their Director and sayeth unto him: 
"It contains that which aids plant growth, and it’s fragrance is very powerful". 
And the Director went unto the Assistant Deputy Minister 
and sayeth unto him: 
"It promoteth growth, and it is very powerful". 
And the A.D.M. went unto the Deputy Minister and sayeth unto him: 
"This powerful new plan will actively promote the growth and 
Efficiency of the Department, and this area in particular". 
And the Deputy Minister looked upon the plan, 
And saw that it 'was good’. 

And this is how a crock of shit becomes policy. 

Now you might wonder how something like the above can actually take place. Well consider the following story……. 

When the human body was first made, all of its parts had a meeting. 

They all agreed there had to be a leader, a boss, to make sure everything ran smoothly. 

First the brain spoke up saying he should be boss cuz he coordinated every function. 

But the heart objected saying if it wasn't for him constantly pumping life's blood to every part, nothing could happen. 

Then the lungs interjected, "I should be boss cuz I supply the oxygen necessary for the blood to be viable. 

"Wait a minute," responded the liver. "I make sure the blood and other vital fluids are healthy constantly cleansing them of toxins and poisons. 

Even the spleen extolled it should be boss cuz he was the one who actually manufactured enough blood so the body could function. 

This went on and on with the arms, legs, kidneys, stomach, eyes, teeth and all the other parts putting in their arguments why they should be boss. 

Then when all thought the debate was over, the "asshole" boastfully bellowed, "I demand to be boss!" 

Upon hearing that, all the other body parts broke out into loud laughter at that "absurd" idea. 

Taken aback by that harsh rebuke of his demand, the asshole puckered up refusing to participate in any more discussion. 

Soon the brain became dizzy and feverish. 

The heart struggled to keep pumping. 

The lungs found it increasingly difficult to draw in much needed air. 

The arms soon hung limply to the side. 

The eyes blurred. 

And so it went with every part of the body. 

And emergency meeting was called. And soon all capitulated for the sake of the whole. 

So that's how the "asshole" became the boss. 


Now I know you think this was all meant to be funny, but is it really??? 

The reason that we have such shit policy is because assholes are in charge. It time for them to go. Remember, shit flows down hill.