My top three SNL alum films:
3. Wedding Singer
2. Tommy Boy
1. The Blues Brothers
After spending the morning becoming more intimately acquainted with the STUPID kitchen floor, I've come up with several solutions for keeping it clean. So far I have the "Adopt a Tile" program, rather like Adopt a Highway, in which each child would adopt a set of tiles to scrub. Or, I may number and name each tile and put them on a schedule. "It's Hilda's turn today."
I tried mopping. Mopping is also stupid.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Monday, September 16, 2013
The Most Interesting Woman in the World
I don't always watch mindless garbage on YouTube. But when I do...
Oh, who are we kidding.
And now, a recipe.
An Apple!!! No mixing needed!! Click SHARE to keep on your timeline!!!!!!
Recipe: One apple
Water for washing
A knife or maybe one of those cute apple cutter things if you're into those (optional)
Directions: Wash apple with water (add something else to the water to get the apple really clean if you're serious about it). Use knife or cute apple cutter thingie to cut into wedges, if desired.
Eat the thing.
Heather M: Where has this recipe been all my life? THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR POSTING THIS! This is going to change EVERYTHING for me!
Heather M: Only, I don't like apple peels. Do you think there is a recipe for an apple without the peel on it?
Me: That's an entirely different recipe. Let me check my box and see if I have it
Stacey S: What luck, I have happen to have an apple slicer! Now, is tap water okay? Or should I use bottled? Maybe perrier or peru if I'm feeling fancy.
Jean Knee: can you make one on how to make toast? mine never turns out
Suzanne S: BWHAHAHAHA!
Suzanne S: I love you guys!!!
Angela B: Heather, Dr Oz suggests eating the peels to promote regularity. Also, I know someone who didn't eat peels and almost died from a rare but deadly peel-deficiency disease.
Heather M: NOOOooooooooo! Peel deficiency disease runs in my family!
Me: Sounds pretty serious. I couldn't find the recipe but it's just as well.
Lisa S: Glad I saw this! I needed an after school snack idea!
Mary Jean J: Pick it off my own tree, and washing isn't necessary...and I did today and even my bird would eat this one, but not the ones from the store. Figure????
Me: You have a smart bird
Mary Jean J: Tells me he is smarter than I am.
(My friends and I got sick of everyone else posting recipes on Facebook so we decided to post ridiculous "recipes" to be silly. Heather posted a recipe for cold cereal.)
Oh, who are we kidding.
And now, a recipe.
Recipe: One apple
Water for washing
A knife or maybe one of those cute apple cutter things if you're into those (optional)
Directions: Wash apple with water (add something else to the water to get the apple really clean if you're serious about it). Use knife or cute apple cutter thingie to cut into wedges, if desired.
Eat the thing.
Heather M: Where has this recipe been all my life? THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR POSTING THIS! This is going to change EVERYTHING for me!
Heather M: Only, I don't like apple peels. Do you think there is a recipe for an apple without the peel on it?
Me: That's an entirely different recipe. Let me check my box and see if I have it
Stacey S: What luck, I have happen to have an apple slicer! Now, is tap water okay? Or should I use bottled? Maybe perrier or peru if I'm feeling fancy.
Jean Knee: can you make one on how to make toast? mine never turns out
Suzanne S: BWHAHAHAHA!
Suzanne S: I love you guys!!!
Angela B: Heather, Dr Oz suggests eating the peels to promote regularity. Also, I know someone who didn't eat peels and almost died from a rare but deadly peel-deficiency disease.
Heather M: NOOOooooooooo! Peel deficiency disease runs in my family!
Me: Sounds pretty serious. I couldn't find the recipe but it's just as well.
Lisa S: Glad I saw this! I needed an after school snack idea!
Mary Jean J: Pick it off my own tree, and washing isn't necessary...and I did today and even my bird would eat this one, but not the ones from the store. Figure????
Me: You have a smart bird
Mary Jean J: Tells me he is smarter than I am.
(My friends and I got sick of everyone else posting recipes on Facebook so we decided to post ridiculous "recipes" to be silly. Heather posted a recipe for cold cereal.)
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Whistlers' Mother
"NO PARKOUR ON SUNDAY!!!"
My boys are fans of American Ninja Warrior. I had to yell at Carter on the way out to the car from church today....little dinguses. He was doing it through the church shrubs. It felt a tad disrespectful. More than anything it was a fun thing to shout. It wasn't a really loud screamy shouty yell, more of a slightly higher-pitched admonition. But yes, I did have to consider which one of us was being more irreverent, the parkour-er or the shouter.
Two of my children have picked up Mom's whistling habit. It's as if they're wearing collars with little bells - we can tell right where they are at all times. I was asked to fill in for the Primary piano player today...was playing a song and soon heard someone whistling along with it. I looked over and sure enough, it was my Rosalind. Awwww.
Later: Eatin' lasagna. DON'T JUDGE ME.
George G: I would only judge you favorably for lasagna...
Me: ONLY JUDGE ME FAVORABLY
Erin G: Ha! That's actually what everyone MEANS when they say "Don't judge me".
Me: You are correct madam.
Ernie: How dare you eat lasagna...are ya too good for spaghetti or something ?
Me: Yes. I am. I look down my nose at spaghetti.
Ernie: Me too.. Only stuffed ravioli and manicotti for me please.
Me: Exactly. No ricotta = not happening
Ernie: Do you remember when Gran used to substitute cottage cheese... I felt like haha Gran, stupid great depression.....lol
Me: Yeah but I liked it.
Ernie: Me too
Melissa C: Next FB screen name....Garfield.
Me: I was tossing around Taft actually
Melissa C: Literally? Gross. Mans been dead a century or so.
Me: Which made him easier to toss...he lost quite a bit of weight
Mel: Now I AM judging you. So there.
Me: You CHUBBUCKS
Jami L: Makes a fine breakfast.
Me: It does.
Jason K: There are no judgments, only if that is not vegan style Lasagna.
Me: Five cheeses. All from a COW (unless they slipped something else in there)
Mel: Pot
Me: Pot. Pot?
Jason K: I am sure that Natalie would never let that slip through her keen sense of smell. Besides, I think Brian might have caught it as well. It is legal in that neck of the woods...
Mel: Caught it, but snickered as she ate it...
Me: This being WA, you never know. But I meant sheep cheese or goat cheese or yak cheese
Mel: It is Vegan too, so no worries.
Jason K: horse cheese
Me: Cat cheese
Mel: Horse cheese is better than horse buns. (horse buns horse buns)
Me: I one the horse buns
Jason K: but not as good as hot crossed buns
Mel: I two the horse buns... *snicker*
Me: Maybe there was pot in it.
Mel: At your house? I don't think we need to ask. It's always assumed.
Me: Is it?
Mel: Hee... No.
Later still: I had to shout, NO TWERKING BEFORE FAMILY PRAYER
My boys are fans of American Ninja Warrior. I had to yell at Carter on the way out to the car from church today....little dinguses. He was doing it through the church shrubs. It felt a tad disrespectful. More than anything it was a fun thing to shout. It wasn't a really loud screamy shouty yell, more of a slightly higher-pitched admonition. But yes, I did have to consider which one of us was being more irreverent, the parkour-er or the shouter.
Two of my children have picked up Mom's whistling habit. It's as if they're wearing collars with little bells - we can tell right where they are at all times. I was asked to fill in for the Primary piano player today...was playing a song and soon heard someone whistling along with it. I looked over and sure enough, it was my Rosalind. Awwww.
Later: Eatin' lasagna. DON'T JUDGE ME.
George G: I would only judge you favorably for lasagna...
Me: ONLY JUDGE ME FAVORABLY
Erin G: Ha! That's actually what everyone MEANS when they say "Don't judge me".
Me: You are correct madam.
Ernie: How dare you eat lasagna...are ya too good for spaghetti or something ?
Me: Yes. I am. I look down my nose at spaghetti.
Ernie: Me too.. Only stuffed ravioli and manicotti for me please.
Me: Exactly. No ricotta = not happening
Ernie: Do you remember when Gran used to substitute cottage cheese... I felt like haha Gran, stupid great depression.....lol
Me: Yeah but I liked it.
Ernie: Me too
Melissa C: Next FB screen name....Garfield.
Me: I was tossing around Taft actually
Melissa C: Literally? Gross. Mans been dead a century or so.
Me: Which made him easier to toss...he lost quite a bit of weight
Mel: Now I AM judging you. So there.
Me: You CHUBBUCKS
Jami L: Makes a fine breakfast.
Me: It does.
Jason K: There are no judgments, only if that is not vegan style Lasagna.
Me: Five cheeses. All from a COW (unless they slipped something else in there)
Mel: Pot
Me: Pot. Pot?
Jason K: I am sure that Natalie would never let that slip through her keen sense of smell. Besides, I think Brian might have caught it as well. It is legal in that neck of the woods...
Mel: Caught it, but snickered as she ate it...
Me: This being WA, you never know. But I meant sheep cheese or goat cheese or yak cheese
Mel: It is Vegan too, so no worries.
Jason K: horse cheese
Me: Cat cheese
Mel: Horse cheese is better than horse buns. (horse buns horse buns)
Me: I one the horse buns
Jason K: but not as good as hot crossed buns
Mel: I two the horse buns... *snicker*
Me: Maybe there was pot in it.
Mel: At your house? I don't think we need to ask. It's always assumed.
Me: Is it?
Mel: Hee... No.
Later still: I had to shout, NO TWERKING BEFORE FAMILY PRAYER
Friday, September 13, 2013
Naughty
Being VERY disobedient to my timer today. Flylady would be so disappointed. "Flylady dropout...no purple puddles day for you...." The timer is the only piece of Flylady advice I've used more than once.
Mel: Rebel! Rebel!
Me: Rebels against Flylady Frank
Mel: Won't do what she suggests Sigmond
Me: Tells off Flylady Fiona
Mel: Figures she's a dip Dan
While avoiding my timer's prompting like the plague, I've been genealogy-ing and listening to Oingo Boingo: "There's a place in the stars for when you get old."
And while genealogy-ing, I found my grandma's college yearbook picture online. Sweet find.
Karen R: I still see Candace in her, I also see Becky's smile
Mel: They all look like adults, even in high school!
Me: This is college.
Mel: Oh. Well still, that generation mastered looking older than they were.
Me: You know, for these Keen girls to be in college during the 30s... Grandma and Grandpa Keen must have worked really hard. I'm looking at their 1940 census record and neither one of them made it past the 8th grade.
Mel: Wow! That's a pretty crazy step up.
Me: Inspiring, isn't it. Kind of feminist of them, too.
Mel: Absolutely! Equality is where it's at!
Me: But for this to be happening during the Depression... pretty amazing. I want to hug them.
Mel: Great drive and hope.
Me: Yep. I feel like I have no excuses for anything now.
Mel: Except your bad smell.
Me: Bad Smell Frank
Me: I smell awesome right now, I'll have you know
Mel: Me too, just did a run by showering on myself.
Me: With the hose?
Brian D: What does the quote say?
Me: "Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her eyes." I think. Mel: When isn't it with a hose?
Me: When it's with your tongue
Nancy L: I never knew about her college days!!!
Gary D: Dot's secret life....lol
Nancy L: I guess so!!!!
Mom: Oh yes...remember she went to Seattle for a singing competition with a group from the college and got sent home for being caught drunk? She was supposed to write the college and apology but wouldn't so they kicked her out....??
Mom: Uncle Mel told me all about it.
Mom: She was engaged and he broke it off because of it.
Mom: Three weeks later she met and married Dad [Carl Dysart Jr.]
Mel: Sounds like crazy youth runs in the family. Now I know who to blame for my bad behavior! *wink wink*
Me: She was a sassy gal.
Me: I wonder who her fiance was.
Mel: Someone who didn't appreciate a rebel, apparently. Thank goodness! We wouldn't be here without Grandpa.
Mel: Rebel! Rebel!
Me: Rebels against Flylady Frank
Mel: Won't do what she suggests Sigmond
Me: Tells off Flylady Fiona
Mel: Figures she's a dip Dan
While avoiding my timer's prompting like the plague, I've been genealogy-ing and listening to Oingo Boingo: "There's a place in the stars for when you get old."
And while genealogy-ing, I found my grandma's college yearbook picture online. Sweet find.
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| 1938 Walla Walla College Yearbook |
Mel: They all look like adults, even in high school!
Me: This is college.
Mel: Oh. Well still, that generation mastered looking older than they were.
Me: You know, for these Keen girls to be in college during the 30s... Grandma and Grandpa Keen must have worked really hard. I'm looking at their 1940 census record and neither one of them made it past the 8th grade.
Mel: Wow! That's a pretty crazy step up.
Me: Inspiring, isn't it. Kind of feminist of them, too.
Mel: Absolutely! Equality is where it's at!
Me: But for this to be happening during the Depression... pretty amazing. I want to hug them.
Mel: Great drive and hope.
Me: Yep. I feel like I have no excuses for anything now.
Mel: Except your bad smell.
Me: Bad Smell Frank
Me: I smell awesome right now, I'll have you know
Mel: Me too, just did a run by showering on myself.
Me: With the hose?
Brian D: What does the quote say?
Me: "Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her eyes." I think. Mel: When isn't it with a hose?
Me: When it's with your tongue
Nancy L: I never knew about her college days!!!
Gary D: Dot's secret life....lol
Nancy L: I guess so!!!!
Mom: Oh yes...remember she went to Seattle for a singing competition with a group from the college and got sent home for being caught drunk? She was supposed to write the college and apology but wouldn't so they kicked her out....??
Mom: Uncle Mel told me all about it.
Mom: She was engaged and he broke it off because of it.
Mom: Three weeks later she met and married Dad [Carl Dysart Jr.]
Mel: Sounds like crazy youth runs in the family. Now I know who to blame for my bad behavior! *wink wink*
Me: She was a sassy gal.
Me: I wonder who her fiance was.
Mel: Someone who didn't appreciate a rebel, apparently. Thank goodness! We wouldn't be here without Grandpa.
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Inferno
This heat is killing my give-a-crap. Just sitting here sweating and wondering what the point of showering today was.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
First Day of School 2013
This was a tough one: Bella's senior year, Harrison starting high school and
Carter starting middle school. My poor mama heart.
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| Poor little H looks so nervous |
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| "Gimme money" |
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| Love, love, love this outfit |
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| His first year at D school, where he "won't know anyone." We found out in June that due to our living here, he wasn't registered at the school we thought he'd be going to. We told him he could try this school for a while. |
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Fun :)
Rosalind the fourth grader has a double class and two teachers (Mr. W and Mrs. A-B) this year. It brings back fun memories of my fourth grade double class.
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