Potty Pimping

Becky is part of the youth group at church. For those not in the know, this is considered training for college stunts and shenanigans. It's also yet another way to access the wallet of a teen's parent. We don't mind shelling out for worthy causes, mind you, but we only have so much to shell out. Between school, 4-H, and church (times 4 kids) things can get tight when trying to stretch that dime in different directions.

And the youth group realizes this. We're not the only parents in America (or our church) on a budget. So they got creative in their fundraising efforts. Take the Flushmaster 2000 for instance. It's a toilet, as the name would suggest. The teens painted this thing hot pink. It's all kinds of snazzy going on, trust me.

I know what you're thinking - what does a toilet have to do with stretching a dollar? Here's where creativity takes a walk on the interesting side. This super spiffy potty has taken on portable qualities and randomly shows up in the front yard of unsuspecting church members. This eye-catching piece of redneck decor must remain in the yard (in full visible sight!) for a minimum of 48 hours.

And you're still wondering what on earth this thing has to do with money. If you're thinking that passers-by are tossing quarters into it you're mistaken. Although you're more than welcome to do that if you're in our 'hood. No, after 48 hours the family lucky enough to be humiliated in front of their entire neighborhood must pay to have that portable piece of embarrasment taken from their presence.

This? Is sheer genius.

Guess what showed up at our place while we were busting ourselves for the church's sake at the corn maze on Saturday?



Our kids are thrilled that it's our turn to host the potty. How warped are they? AND, they asked that it not be removed until they went back to school today because they needed the entire bus full of kids to see that thing sitting in our yard. Niiiiice.

So while we were waiting for school to resume, Micah had a meeting here yesterday morning. People that we see once a year for an evaluation. People that don't know us very well. People that now think we think it's cool to have a potty at the end of our driveway with the word BUTT painted on it. Only the lady that came was more warped than my children.

She loved the toilet.

I am not even kidding you. She complimented me on the genius of it, and for setting it right out by the road like that. (We have a long driveway.) I told her the story behind it and said that we're waiting until it's removed because oh-my-goodness-there's-a-toilet-in-our-yard. She said if it showed up in her yard she'd keep it forever and plant flowers in it. And she was not even kidding. I am now a little worried about this lady. She did redeem herself by promising to beat a few people with a very large stick, hoping to have one of them cough up a loaner speaking device for Micah. (Yes, we're still in the pre-paperwork stages of that. And don't even ask - I'm more hacked than you can even begin to fathom.)

So while we're waiting for the toilet to be deposited at the next unsuspecting house, I've decided to pimp it out. It's been spray painted for oh-so-long and seriously needs a re-do. Behold, the powers of fabric.



Of course you've noticed that this is not the actual toilet that will be traveling round the 'hood. This was the model toilet to make the ugliness with. But you've got an imagination, and as we're not really repainting that pink monstrosity, can you image what it'll look like with that get-up on it?

Oh, yeh. That's one piece of redneck hawtness going on right there.