It’s a bit of a running joke with my friends that they should bring their own ice when they come over to the house. We don’t have an automatic ice maker in the freezer, and I rarely use ice at all, so we’re often down to the last few cubes right as company is about [...]
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My Mad Homemaking Skillz
Posted in Good Friends, I am that dense, Silliness on August 31, 2007 | 3 Comments »
Ohhhh…the choices…
Posted in Craziness, I am that dense, Life, Momentous Occasions, What's going on... on April 9, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
So many titles were fighting for choosing for this post. Here are the top candidates: Don’t Ever Ask Me to Help If I Ever Offer to Help, Run Far, Far Away To do: Stick Elbow Through Plate-Glass Window….Check! Somebody Call Pella, Stat! Getting the picture here? So, I went to a friend’s house tonight to [...]
Excuse you, ma’am…
Posted in I am that dense, lol, Random Thoughts on December 3, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Extremely high gusts of wind knocked out power to some areas near us the other day. Really, it was the windiest weather I’ve witnessed in quite awhile (of course, I haven’t been to Shetland recently ). So, I guess the latenight weather guy was justified in his comment, but the 12 year old boy-like sense [...]
Excuse you, ma’am…
Posted in I am that dense, lol, Random Thoughts on December 3, 2006 | 5 Comments »
Extremely high gusts of wind knocked out power to some areas near us the other day. Really, it was the windiest weather I’ve witnessed in quite awhile (of course, I haven’t been to Shetland recently ). So, I guess the latenight weather guy was justified in his comment, but the 12 year old boy-like sense [...]
Help a mom out, here…
Posted in Help!, Homeschooling, I am that dense on September 8, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Just time for a quick note. If you’re going to advertise a “Back to School Picnic,” somewhere, for the love of all things helpful, mention that you need to bring a lunch to said picnic. Then maybe inept mother won’t assume that hot dogs (or something similar) will be served and then won’t show up [...]
I am Chicken Little…
Posted in Craziness, I am that dense on August 16, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
I hear honking outside. I look to the door and the UPS man is standing at it (do you love it as much as I do when the UPS man shows up?). The schoolbus driver pulled up behind him is honking, apparently perturbed that the UPS man is parked in the street. I don’t feel [...]
Wook Sneaked the Dog
Posted in Craziness, I am that dense on August 11, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
I’m going crazy here, friends. Seriously losing my mind. Have I mentioned that we’re dog sitting for my mom/sister? (No, my mom and sister are not the same person. The dog resides with my mother, though I think she (the dog) would have been “let go” years ago if it hadn’t been for my sister [...]
Old McDonald had a farm…
Posted in I am that dense on July 22, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
…and appartently a largely successful fast food chain. Must be the same guy, because every time we pass the golden arches, my two year old starts singing the familiar song. And then he says, “Hey, Mommy, look! Old McDonald’s! I want french fries.” It’s funny to hear the connections, correct or otherwise, that kids make. [...]
