Last night's events at the Hilltop mansion brought out the people in droves...for the first time (in a long time) all members of the Bunco News group were in attendance, some with allergy eyes and hairy legs. This was all ignored and the festivities began without fail.
Does your dog turn around in circles before laying down? Does it bite all of its own fur off, only to choke on the hairballs afterward? Does it insist on having all of its kibbles separated by shape and flavor? Then your dog might have OCD. Dog expert, Tracey, reported that some dogs experience this phenomena and their owners merely think it's a "cute quirk" and gleefully indulge their canine in its excentricities. Other experts, like Shannon, responded with "as soon as your dog demonstrates human-like idiosycracies and mental illnesses, it's time to get rid of the dog."
This just in....yes, Virginia, the carpet does match the drapes.
Guess who I saw? In this episode of Guess who I saw, we have reports the Jack Deveraux is starring the Fox's production of "Mama Mia." Tony G. is involved with select volleyball, and some A****** posted a picture on their A**book page. Sheesh.
Want to know how to get rid of warts? Visit "Wart Queen" located in the beautiful Gravois Creek valley. No genital warts, please.
No one knows how a fire broke out in Sunset Hills recently. Reports are sketchy an indicate a court jester, several women (who apparently were drinking), and Ty Pennington. Police have tried to investigate, but to no avail. A woman from the group was interviewed briefly. She had this to offer:
Reporter: Ma'am, what can you tell me about what happened?
Woman: Gee, I'm just not sure. First, we were entertained by this fellow wearing sweatpants, only he had one leg in two different pairs of pants. The other leg was tied around his waist. Anyway, this crazy music starts playing, and he starts juggling. Well, then the fire started, and only liquid we could find was a 12-pack of Bud Light Lime. Not wanting the beer to get warm and age prematurely, we drank that while we brainstormed what to do next. You know, cream cheese dip and hummus don't really help put out fires. I guess what we needed was some other liquid, but from where?
Reporter: I guess the mystery still stands. Thank you.
Woman: Sure. Now I gotta go--Ty Pennington is here to help draw up some new kitchen plans.
As sure as one chapter of a book ends, another begins. Dear R, we hope that in the next chapter, the heroine really kicks some butt with the help of some cute kids and a few good friends.
As for S--this hereby ends "The Year of Firsts." I went to the calendar I got when my Grandma died and flipped to yesterday:
"Speak your kind words soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late."
For today:
"God never put anyone in a place too small to grow in." In the most mundane and tedious tasks--like pushing a pencil, changing a diaper, or packing a lunch, it's those everyday things that mean a ton to someone else.
That's all from Bunco News!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Okay, I had to share this one: Jack (formerly "Buzz") comes to the kitchen and starts to take out a few garbage bags from the box. Action:
Mom: What are you doing with those garbage bags?
Jack: I'm making garbage bag clothing.
Mom: No you're not--you have garbage bag clothing hanging in your closet from the last time you made it.
Jack: But this is different--this is for Matt (formerly "Bear").
Mom: No-you're not destroying more trash bags for an entire wardrobe of trash-bag clothing.
Jack: But I can wear one now, and one for special occasions.
Mom: Are you kidding me? You want a fashion line of trash bag clothing?
Jack: But Matt can wear one and I can.
Mom: Now you're just desperate--you're switching your plans around.
Jack is quiet, but hasn't put any trash bags away. Mom continues:
Mom: Okay, you can wear them--with nothing underneath, TO SCHOOL.
Jack: Mom, you're being silly.
Mom: Well then, the answer is NO--no more cut up trash bags.
There is a lull--approximately 2-3 minutes.......then
Jack: Mom, where's the masking tape?
Mom: You mean the masking tape that's supposed to be in my drawer but you borrowed and never returned?
Jack: Oh yeah....
Mom: What do you want it for?
Jack: I'm making the clothes.
Mom: (now starting to laugh) No, you're not.
Jack: But Mom...
Mom: (laughing harder) I can't believe you're arguing with me about this. About TRASH BAG CLOTHES.
Jack: C'mon...
Mom: No.
Jack: Please.
Mom: NO (laughing is louder now--she can't stifle the giggles anymore now). NO TRASH BAG CLOTHING!
I can't believe this is how my afternoon has progressed at this point. What's next? Is someone going to try to play baseball in my basement? And try to rationalize it? I can't wait to hear that one.
Mom: What are you doing with those garbage bags?
Jack: I'm making garbage bag clothing.
Mom: No you're not--you have garbage bag clothing hanging in your closet from the last time you made it.
Jack: But this is different--this is for Matt (formerly "Bear").
Mom: No-you're not destroying more trash bags for an entire wardrobe of trash-bag clothing.
Jack: But I can wear one now, and one for special occasions.
Mom: Are you kidding me? You want a fashion line of trash bag clothing?
Jack: But Matt can wear one and I can.
Mom: Now you're just desperate--you're switching your plans around.
Jack is quiet, but hasn't put any trash bags away. Mom continues:
Mom: Okay, you can wear them--with nothing underneath, TO SCHOOL.
Jack: Mom, you're being silly.
Mom: Well then, the answer is NO--no more cut up trash bags.
There is a lull--approximately 2-3 minutes.......then
Jack: Mom, where's the masking tape?
Mom: You mean the masking tape that's supposed to be in my drawer but you borrowed and never returned?
Jack: Oh yeah....
Mom: What do you want it for?
Jack: I'm making the clothes.
Mom: (now starting to laugh) No, you're not.
Jack: But Mom...
Mom: (laughing harder) I can't believe you're arguing with me about this. About TRASH BAG CLOTHES.
Jack: C'mon...
Mom: No.
Jack: Please.
Mom: NO (laughing is louder now--she can't stifle the giggles anymore now). NO TRASH BAG CLOTHING!
I can't believe this is how my afternoon has progressed at this point. What's next? Is someone going to try to play baseball in my basement? And try to rationalize it? I can't wait to hear that one.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Sunday school lesson--Doing the "hard thing"
Today's gospel was about Jesus calling the first apostles. He tells Simon to cast his net into the deeper water. Simon says "but we have been fishing here all night and haven't caught a thing." Nonetheless, Jesus tells him what to do and he does it. The men haul in a huge catch of fish--so full it was tearing the nets. Simon, realizing Jesus' authority as God, falls at his feet, begging forgiveness. Jesus gives him the words of comfort and forgiveness: "Do not be afraid. From now on I will make you fishers of men."
I taught Sunday school this morning on this lesson. We talked about how sometimes we feel just like Simon: we don't want to do the "hard thing"---casting out in deeper water. There are days when we don't feel like being friendly, cleaning the bathroom, doing homework, practicing piano, typing a blog, but yet we need to do those hard things. In most cases, doing them reaps great benefits. Sometimes it comes in the form of a pat on the back for hard work, a kind word, an extra buck (I told the kids), or special privilege. Sometimes, the hard work yields our own, personal satisfaction that we persevered and kept up the hard work, despite what is before us. Here in our corner of the world in Gravois Creek, we don't have to clean up after an earthquake, trying to find our loved ones or a simple drink of water. Our hard jobs are comparably much easier, and yet sometimes we are blinded by our own selfishness to even see beyond the "hard thing." We still need that extra push to cast out into the deep water, and if we do, we will definitely get a full net's worth of fish.
I taught Sunday school this morning on this lesson. We talked about how sometimes we feel just like Simon: we don't want to do the "hard thing"---casting out in deeper water. There are days when we don't feel like being friendly, cleaning the bathroom, doing homework, practicing piano, typing a blog, but yet we need to do those hard things. In most cases, doing them reaps great benefits. Sometimes it comes in the form of a pat on the back for hard work, a kind word, an extra buck (I told the kids), or special privilege. Sometimes, the hard work yields our own, personal satisfaction that we persevered and kept up the hard work, despite what is before us. Here in our corner of the world in Gravois Creek, we don't have to clean up after an earthquake, trying to find our loved ones or a simple drink of water. Our hard jobs are comparably much easier, and yet sometimes we are blinded by our own selfishness to even see beyond the "hard thing." We still need that extra push to cast out into the deep water, and if we do, we will definitely get a full net's worth of fish.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Save a waste?
I feel I am a failure. I have spent outside the budget again this week. Many times I can rationalize it by what I'm buying, and other times, it's just stuff I think would be nice to have (like a new blanket for the youngest's bed so he doesn't need ours), or the husband declares he needs to have yet another toothbrush, since the one I bought is not quite right, even though it is perfectly usable. Off I go, again, to another discount store, to shop. I'm actually sick of shopping.
Today it was shoes for the Bear, blanket (as mentioned before), Wet Ones GALORE, and then I saw leggings for $6, and a discounted jacket for $2. I know that's not much, but it all adds up. I have shopper's remorse again.
Today it was shoes for the Bear, blanket (as mentioned before), Wet Ones GALORE, and then I saw leggings for $6, and a discounted jacket for $2. I know that's not much, but it all adds up. I have shopper's remorse again.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Busy!
Before last Christmas, I broke my one-day record for "Most stops made in a single shopping day" and it was 9. 5 in the morning, 4 in the afternoon. Today, I covered 3 stops in about 2 hours, spending 20 minutes at the first one, 90 at the second and 15 at the third, arriving home within 3 minutes of the school bus. I am good.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Just a little venting
You know, when I'm tired, I don't have much option of sleeping on the couch for an hour. I pretty much have to keep going until my head hits the pillow at bedtime, no matter if I've had 3 hours of sleep, or 8 hours of sleep. Meals are still prepared, dishes cleaned up, homework done, laundry (always in progress), random disciplinary measures, etc. Even then, when I go to bed, what, I'm actually tired, and have little patience for anything else? Gee, I'm sorry, I didn't take a nap after dinner, or lunch, or whatever.
Just had to say something.
By the way, budgeting for me is going fine. I'd have to disagree for things that have come up in the last week that have to do with the house, car, and children, but groceries and household junk are still well in check. I'd also have to say that this is for ME only, if you get my drift.
Just had to say something.
By the way, budgeting for me is going fine. I'd have to disagree for things that have come up in the last week that have to do with the house, car, and children, but groceries and household junk are still well in check. I'd also have to say that this is for ME only, if you get my drift.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Save away
Well, the update is that I've been overall pretty good and stingy. I'm not so bad that I will sacrifice fresh fruit or veggies yet. Thanks be to God, we haven't had to go there in a very very long time. But I managed to go to Wal-Mart about 10 days ago, and have only been back to the store for milk, juice, bread and apples. We go through about 3 gallons of milk a week, so I'm at Costco weekly doing that. We have been eating our way through the pantry and freezer, and so far, these have been our meals, plus or minus a few I've forgotten:
Soup last week: Lentil, sausage potato chowder
Soup this week: Chili
Chicken cutlets
Roasted chicken
chicken salad sandwiches
potato boats (like potato skins, but I keep the potato in)
Brats
Turkey sausage
Sliced roast beef sandwiches
chili dogs
spaghetti
fish sticks
Lunches for the Mr. have been leftovers, plus a splurge on turkey breast pastrami which is yummy-good. Lunches for the boys have been pb/j, turkey pastrami, cheese/crackers, chicken nuggets, you know, the usual. Fruit/veg for each meal, breakfast has been cereal or whole grain pumpkin bread I made (that was good), and snacks generally goldfish, nuts, bananas, homemade cookies. I keep finding crackers I bought before Christmas, so we'll have snacks for a bit, yet.
A few expenses of course this week: renew Costco, piano lesson tuition, and I believe we're in the market for brakes for my car, and ER copay. Those were expected and unexpected. My splurges this week: I bought lunch for Bear at school--I did this for Buzz a month ago, so it was his turn. I also bought a soda, after about a month-long hiatus from soda. Yea, that was pretty good.
Lunch with the Bear was fun--the thing about elementary school is that they want you there, and are thrilled to sit with you. They don't necessarily want to talk to you, they just want to say to their friends: "look, my Mom's here, and she brought me McDonald's!!" And the friends ooh, and ahhh. It's a good place to be, and I'm glad to do it.
Another update: Yes, yet another ER visit for the family: Bear decided it would be interesting to kneel in the shower (who knows why) and slipped and cut open his eyelid. After much debate between me and the Mr, I conceded, "you won't rest until an actual professional assesses the situation, will you?" and he and Bear were off. I apparently got compliments on my Steri-strip job (thanks to my sis-in-law, the dr., for telling me to do it), and the doctor agreed that while it wasn't a "have to" situation, she'd give the stitches anyway, since it was his eyelid. Maybe I'm ready to do my stint as a medic at the frontlines. Oh wait, that's sort of what I do anyway, isn't it?
Soup last week: Lentil, sausage potato chowder
Soup this week: Chili
Chicken cutlets
Roasted chicken
chicken salad sandwiches
potato boats (like potato skins, but I keep the potato in)
Brats
Turkey sausage
Sliced roast beef sandwiches
chili dogs
spaghetti
fish sticks
Lunches for the Mr. have been leftovers, plus a splurge on turkey breast pastrami which is yummy-good. Lunches for the boys have been pb/j, turkey pastrami, cheese/crackers, chicken nuggets, you know, the usual. Fruit/veg for each meal, breakfast has been cereal or whole grain pumpkin bread I made (that was good), and snacks generally goldfish, nuts, bananas, homemade cookies. I keep finding crackers I bought before Christmas, so we'll have snacks for a bit, yet.
A few expenses of course this week: renew Costco, piano lesson tuition, and I believe we're in the market for brakes for my car, and ER copay. Those were expected and unexpected. My splurges this week: I bought lunch for Bear at school--I did this for Buzz a month ago, so it was his turn. I also bought a soda, after about a month-long hiatus from soda. Yea, that was pretty good.
Lunch with the Bear was fun--the thing about elementary school is that they want you there, and are thrilled to sit with you. They don't necessarily want to talk to you, they just want to say to their friends: "look, my Mom's here, and she brought me McDonald's!!" And the friends ooh, and ahhh. It's a good place to be, and I'm glad to do it.
Another update: Yes, yet another ER visit for the family: Bear decided it would be interesting to kneel in the shower (who knows why) and slipped and cut open his eyelid. After much debate between me and the Mr, I conceded, "you won't rest until an actual professional assesses the situation, will you?" and he and Bear were off. I apparently got compliments on my Steri-strip job (thanks to my sis-in-law, the dr., for telling me to do it), and the doctor agreed that while it wasn't a "have to" situation, she'd give the stitches anyway, since it was his eyelid. Maybe I'm ready to do my stint as a medic at the frontlines. Oh wait, that's sort of what I do anyway, isn't it?
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