Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Wonderings

Checking out some hot dog buns from the family reunion camping trip, wondering if they have deer lick on them. We caught a deer sneaking food from our tent. Loser! Go eat some leaves like everyone else!  I tossed 'em, I wasn't taking any chances. 

 Melanie says, "Ewww, deer cooties! I wonder if they carry any diseases that are communicable with humans?" And then we were off. Check it out. 


I am soooooo ready to have these children start school. Why is it they can find a myriad of things to do in the great outdoors where they have NOTHING, then come home to a houseful of things to do and spend the day saying "I'm bored"?

One thing I don't have to wonder about: DQ makes everything allllll better.
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Monday, August 22, 2011

Family Reunion: The Day After

What a fun family reunion! Loved seeing Grannie and Grandpa, sibs, nieces and nephews. Back to real life today, including finding the floor underneath the dirty clothes and sleeping bags and ice chest and camping gear and.....
Being dragged behind a boat. I probably deserve it

Today I am grateful that I married the right guy. Only Deity could handle my bad moods as well as he does. (Sorry Hubby.) 

 In other family-related news, I wish that saying "Just do it and quit throwing a stinkin' fit" worked more often than it does. 
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Sunday, August 21, 2011

Coming Home...How Sweet It Is

It was a great vacation with the family, but getting back home is always the wonderful-est.

On the way home, we tortured the kids with the Carpenters and Chicago power ballads... good stuff. I'm not sure I've ever mentioned this, but on our first date, Hubby finding my Carpenters cassette and telling me he "loved the Carpenters" was a pivotal point in our relationship. I was impressed that he was secure enough in his masculinity to admit it. And not lying about liking them just so, you know, whatever.  
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Friday, June 10, 2011

Who indeed.

I'm watching the chimp attack lady story on the Today show... did Ann Curry just call the lady's doctor "Dr. Tomahawk"?

AND WHO OWNS A CHIMP!!!???!! (besides Michael Jackson and Tarzan)

I don't understand people who need to own exotic pets. We've had hamsters and gerbils, and Jeremy's sweet pet rat, Hairy Ann, but that's as exotic as we get. I think a good question to ask before adopting a pet is "Can this thing kill or disfigure me beyond recognition?" But that's just me.

Maybe it's a pride thing. "That attack only happened because she was teasing the chimp. With ME, it would be well-behaved."

 Later: I just used a seam ripper to dig out a sliver. (What a good girl am I.) It started as a tiny rose thorn, but the tweezers made it a sliver. It popped right out - no blood. I couldn't find my needles, and a needle would have made a bigger hole.

Maybe my name should be Dr. Tomahawk.
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Thursday, June 9, 2011

A Sad Discovery.

Look at it. (sniffle) It's dying.
I remember the first time I saw these... I fell in love instantly. They're too big (I didn't care that the store didn't have my size) and the rip was bound to happen, but I'm still sad. RIP cute Birkies.

 I guess I could have them fixed but it'll probably just happen again. And they won't be cute. 

 Later: Just thinking about this family I used to babysit for. They had a child named either Bridget or Richard, the mom told me his/her name once and I didn't hear it clearly, and I could never figure it out afterward and was too embarrassed to ask....

I never did change a diaper; I think s/he was around 3 or 4 and was already potty trained. S/he had a cute little kid face and a short-ish boy haircut. I could have looked at the kid's clothes in their dresser, I guess.

Right now I'm leaning toward Bridget.

 I think it's time for bed.
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Friday, June 3, 2011

H's Trombone

C is giving it a try
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Monday, May 30, 2011

OMSI

H as an astronaut

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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Busy Girl

....building with the Legos.
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Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Mother Superior

I would like to thank the sweet tired angel who washed all the dinner and dessert dishes before bed last night, instead of leaving them for me today... oh wait, that was also me.
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Yeah, I don't know.

It just goes this way sometimes.

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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Ripe For Parody

The latest Facebook guilt trip repost:

A 15 year old girl holds her 1 year old son, people call her a slut; but no one knows she was raped at 13. People call a girl fat, but no one knows she has a serious disease that causes her to be overweight. People call an old man ugly, no one knows he had a serious injury to his face while serving our country in Vietnam. Re-post this if your against bullying and stereotyping!!!!

Sorry, but these things push my "mock this" button.

People call me stinky, but no one knows that my favorite grocery store stopped carrying my favorite brand of deodorant and I refuse to shower until they bring it back.

People say "That chick has really hairy legs," but no one knows that as a child, she was involved in a traumatic disposable razor incident and the sight of a pink Daisy makes her go a little crazy (literally).

People call an old man "Sir Drooler" because of his drool bib and the drool coming out of his mouth. And, actually, they kind of have a point.

People say "your" when they really mean "you're" and it drives me bat crap crazy. It's very petty of me, yes. Not everyone received the same twelve years of excellent public school education that I did. Should I shut up about it? Probably.

There, I feel better now.
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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Oh this little girl ❤

Roz received her first proposal of marriage today.  "I said yes, because I love him, because he has orange hair."
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Friday, April 8, 2011

Trip to OMSI

If only.
 
Thank you, funky OMSI mirror, for providing what Nature refused me - an actual torso.
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