Erin has asked me to list 5 things I’m obsessed with. This is a hard one but okay, here goes:
1. Dancing
2. Shakin’ it
3. Grooving
4. Boogying
5. Participating in low-contact cooperative mosh pits
Even moreso than Windex, I believe that dancing Continue reading
Dan and I went on a Real Date this week.
We saw a movie.
Besides the fact that Billy Joe Jedd Bob Thornton appeared to be dentally challenged and possibly wearing a prosthetic teeth, making it nearly impossible for him to stretch his lips closed throughout the movie, we had a good time.
Dan recently went to an allergist who injected him all over with various substances and wrote on him with permanent marker. Much to my chagrin, a spot on his arm swelled up to the size of a small grapefruit, which did not to my surprise indicate that he is allergic to grapefruit but rather grass pollen. Seriously doctors are all quacks. They wouldn’t even investigate the grapefruit theory and I promise you his arm looked nothing like grass or pollen, but then, I’m no expert.
So my first question, considering the state of our lawn and the fact that I’m worried I may lose one of our children in there, Continue reading
This lovely day we head outside to play
Our yard is not the flattest one around
Rain water’s always getting in the way
It maketh puddles in which fun is found
Laylee pours mud all over on her head
Her brother joins the fun with shovel splash
He only follows her where he is led
But when he does her eyes with anger flash
A speck of mud administered from him
Is like a drop of acid burning deep
She must punish him for his thoughtless whim
With thrashing blows, she douses him and weeps
Poor little buddy doesn’t stand a chance
And heartless mom exploits his circumstance
What is the one magazine you can’t live without?
Does it have the same person on the cover Every. Single. Month?
Is there always a story of a woman who lost 600 lbs in 40 days?
Does it keep you up to date on the latest alien abductions and secret societies of pig-nosed babies living in the Midwest?
When you finish reading it, are you tempted to go to a flea market and spend $300 buying an antique butter churn to use as a nightstand?
Does it make you want to be a better mom or leave you bashing your head against the wall in shame because you haven’t started teaching your 6 month old how to play the violin yet?
What are you reading and why?
Shortly after midnight this morning, I told Dan I was pregnant and that he had a huge spider on his back. APRIL FOOLS! He didn’t fall for it. I began laughing so hard I “bawled my eyeballs out” (as Laylee would say) and rolled around on the bed cackling. I told Dan I was crying. He said, “Sad crying?” Continue reading
