Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The Dangers of Too Much Snow


Just so you know . . . snow days can be a little dangerous. What with all of the snow and ice and wind, crazy and unexpected things could happen.





You could slip on the ice.






You could have a fender bender.







Or, you could have a different crazy event.





For example, the last time we got this much snow, it was three years ago. Staying warm and cozy was obviously a priority. So, we hunkered down in our jammies, drank hot cocoa, and ate cookies. Overall, I'd say that we survived the winter storm quite nicely. And, as a bonus, we even had a souvenir of the huge snowfall.




A souvenir that arrived . . . 9 months later.


Ellerie, 2 years, 3 months old



Yes. Apparently, we are experts at staying warm and cozy. Experts, I tell you! That is why this year, during this storm, hubby and I are staying at least three feet away from each other at all times. We are not sharing stolen glances across the dinner table. Heck, we aren't even sharing a can of coke. We are not taking any chances this time.


After all, winter storms can be dangerous!


















Friday, February 5, 2010

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Thursday, February 4, 2010

Go Fish Cappy

"Hi Mom!"

"Hey Hon. What's going on today?" my mom questioned.

Shoving a few more goldfish into my mouth, I answered, "Ummmmm," crunch, chew, crunch, "not much." I swallowed. "Just eating goldfish with El.

Mom quickly chimed in with, "Oh goldfish! I love goldfish!" I smiled through the phone, because, really, who doesn't love goldfish. ( Any snack that has a serving size of 55 pieces is OK by me.)


Before I could continue the conversation, Mom added, "Cappy loves goldfish too!"


And lest you think that Cappy is my dad, or a friend, or even the mailman, let me set you straight.


Cappy is a dog. My mom's dog for all of you newbies. A dog that is so ugly that he is cute. A dog that sleeps on my mom's bed pillow and has his own wardrobe.


Yes. That kind of dog.

And, my mother was not only feeding him people food (which she swears she does not do), she was comparing my human baby with her dog baby.

Aye. Yi! Yi!

It was beyond ridiculous.

"Mom," I used my calming voice (or at least I tried), "Are you seriously comparing Cappy to Ellerie?"

Silence.

"He. is. a. dog!" I stated slowly for effect. No matter. It fell on deaf ears.

"Annie! Do you know how expensive dog treats are? Goldfish are much more economical." She retorted.

And with that argument, I gave up. There is no way that I will ever convince my mom that Cappy is a dog.


And, after this post, I will probably have to buy "my brother" a bag of goldfish to make the peace.


****** To read more about my hate/hate realtionship with my mom's dog you can click one of the following.



Mom's Not in Kansas Anymore

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Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Groundhog Post It

I awoke this morning with a smile.

That smile evaporated when I discovered that Punxatawny Phil, the rodent prognosticator, saw his shadow this morning. Six. more. weeks. of. winter. (I'll let that little gem sink in. There. Officially depressed yet?) Six more weeks of bundling kids, loads of extra laundry, and days of endless grey.

Fabulous, no?!?

Ummm. NO!

All I have to say is Phil, if you run in front of my car today, I can not be held responsible if my accelerator sticks. In that case, you should blame Toyota.

Anyway, being that it is Tuesday, I have some lovely Post It's for you.

Your welcome.

I figured that you too needed a short and sweet post, so that you have enough time to crawl back in your bed and hibernate for another 6 weeks. If you need me, that's where I'll be.



















(note- I realize that this Post It repeats, but I did not feel like going back into the program to make another one. Forgive me?!?)




Happy Tuesday.

If you want to read more post its . . . hop on over to Supah Mommy.




























Monday, February 1, 2010

Hubs the Rock Star

Bliss!

Hubs came home, packed up all 3 kiddies, and took them away for a few hours. While they are away watching a basketball game and eating snacks, I get the whole house to myself!

So, even though my laundry pile has not diminished and the dinner is not cooked, I am sitting here, watching Oprah with my feet up.

I am in heaven.

And, it should be said, hubs is a rock star.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

All washed up!

As I sit surrounded by 8 piles of laundry sorted into nice, neat loads (No. I am not exaggerating. I wish I were.), I am reminded of all the things that I have actually washed and dried in my good old Kenmores.

Things that have survived a trip through the washer and dryer . . .

A tube of Chapstick
My Sam's card
A barrette
My credit card (Yes. It still worked . . . unfortunately for me!)
paperclips
money (Both bills and change. Actually, the bills come out all nice and hot and crisp. If I was OCD, I would probably do this for all of my money.)
A beer bottle cap
Hairbands
Kiddie shoes
A nail file
A tape measure
Rocks from the yard

Things that have bit the dust in my washer or dryer . . .

A Crayola washable marker (Ha!)
Assorted crayons. . . (The washer was no problem, but getting the melted crayon wax off the inner dryer drum was maddening!)
A Buzz Lightyear figurine
My lip gloss
A paycheck
My cell phone (Special thanks goes to Ethan on that one!)
A Pamper ( One that started out clean thank goodness!)
Cat food
Gum (I wanted to shoot myself on that one.)


And now, I guess I just want to know . . . Am I the only one that this happens to? Have you all washed and dried crazy things too??

Just asking.

Friday, January 29, 2010

An Open Letter to the Girl Scout

Dear Girl Scout,

I have you figured out!

You dress in your adorable uniform, you approach me with your smiling toothless grin, and you know.

You know.

Yes, you know very well that I will be unable to resist your little girl charms. I will inevitably buy a box or seven, just because you are cute. Forget about the fact that the Thin Mints are delish, and the Samoas taste di-vine crumbled up on vanilla ice cream. When you approach me with that box of cookies, and ask for my help, I will be transported back to when I was a girl scout (before I quit because they wouldn't let me tent camp like the boys). I will remember how hard it was for me to approach an adult and hock my baked goods. And when that memory comes rushing back, I am a goner.

And you know it.

You can smell the sale like a dog can smell fear.

I am but a victim in your entrepreneurial endeavors, and frankly, I may as well just set up a direct deposit into your cookie bank account.

I am that much of a lock.

So, please forgive me if I advert my eyes from your eager gaze. And, please don't take offense when I close the curtains and hide in the dark as you ring my bell. I am doing it for my own good.

And while you may not thank me for it, my ass will.

Sincerely,
A drop out scout,
Annie