Friday, October 29, 2004

Little Bit O'Fun

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Thursday, October 28, 2004


Got my picture of the eclipse already.

Thanks Cindy!

Red Sox

I'm convinced the eclipse had something to do with breaking the curse. Not sure why, but when I gazed up at the dark, red moon I knew they were winning. Well, to be fair, they were winning at that point but I knew they wouldn't screw it up. And let's be honest, going into the last pitch of the night they could have screwed it up. We are talking about the Red Sox. But, they didn't. So, YAY!

This image was "borrowed" from the NYTimes.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Lunar Eclipse

The coolest thing. Ever.

I was just outside. I just hope the pictures come out. Unfortunately, I haven't gone digital yet. And I had to put a new roll of film in the camera. It may be Christmas before we see the photos.

Red Sox

I'm not commenting on the game. Not saying a word...
until tomorrow.

This & That

I'm done playing with the design for now. I can't believe how long it took me to make a couple of simple changes to this thing. I really need to learn a bit more about web design. It still isn't great - but, it'll do. Any suggestions are welcome. Also, thoughts on what I've got working so far. Oh, and by the way, if anyone knows how to archive by category (besides date) in Blogger, PLEASE tell me. I'd love to have a way to click on say, 'Kid Quotes', and pull them all up at once.


As for the RED SOX...
Whooohoooo! Three games down. Go Red Sox! I can't be too cocky yet because of the whole Yankee series thing. It's never too late to lose until you've won. (so philosophical, aren't I) But I am happy for the Sox even if I can't watch much of the games. (It's that jinxing thing.)

Busy week and now the children have a 1/2 day. Not sure why the school even bothers. I have to get up at 6 a.m., the last to bus riders get on at 8:50, the last child has to be brought to school for a field trip at 9:45 (later than usual), then they all start coming home again at 11 or so. Actually, I'm not really sure what time they'll be coming home. Guess I should look into that. Then again, if I stay home it won't matter because I'll be here when the bus comes. Except... because of this field trip to the pumpkin patch my preschooler is getting back at 12:20. I believe the primary school bus comes at 12:30. There is NO WAY I can pick up and be home in time. ARGH! Guess I should check into all this.

Off to make some phone calls...

Monday, October 25, 2004

Kid Conversation

Setting: Riding in the car on Sunday

DYLAN: "Where is Alex?"

ME: "He's at his Hebrew tutor's."

DYLAN (laughing all over himself): "Oh, a tooter. Someone who teaches different ways to toot."

Little Bit O'Info

In case you haven't heard, go here.

Rushing Home

As I was driving home last night I was planning my explanation to the policeman in my head...

IMAGINARY POLICEMAN: "In a hurry ma'am?"

ME: "Well yes, I was just leaving my mother's where I was sewing the kids' Halloween costumes and I have to stop at my son's den leader's house to pick up some checks and orders for cub scout shirts so my husband can buy the stuff on his lunch break tomorrow and then I have to make it home in time to see Desperate Housewives and finish sewing the costumes." ~Big breath~

IP: "Let me give you an escourt ma'am. Don't want you to miss Desperate Housewives."

ME: "Thanks, but stop calling me ma'am."

IP: "Sorry ma'am. I mean er... young lady."

ME: "That's better."

Am I the only one who plans her excuses while speeding down the road?

Sunday, October 24, 2004

Bendo World

Bendos are The Best. Toy. Ever. Just wanted to let you all know.

Zach is at Jeff's office today while the older boys are in Sunday school. They brought the box of Bendos and Jeff just relayed Zach's Bendo world as it is today:

First, Super Dad defeated the dinosaurs with nothing more than his spatula. Why you ask? So he can make dino burgers. Then the zebra and elephant came after him. When Jeff mentioned to Zach that zebras and elephants are nice, he said, "Well these ones are MAAADD!!" When he asked him why they were mad, he said "cause he's trying to cook burgers remember?"

Now the child wants to know if God is in the snow. hmmm...


That was close. Since I broke all superstitious tradition and gloated before the final score it got a bit too close for comfort. I really must learn to control myself. As soon as I started actually WATCHING the game, the Cards started scoring. I actually had to read a book and only allow myself to peek at the TV when there was much fuss being made. I mean really, what was I thinking? Things seemed to go better after that. The Cards stopped scoring and the Red Sox finally came back. No more direct watching of games. It's just too much of a risk. Guess it will be no problem watching Desperate Housewives tonight. It'll just give the Sox more time to score. (And I'm so loving that show!)

And while doing a search on Desperate Housewives I actually found this article. I can not believe some people! Please, if you don't like it, DON'T WATCH IT! I, an at-home-mother (in case you didn't realize), LOVE the show. It takes truth and spins it into fantasy. How can you not love the lines:

The husband in the hospital bed says, "You tried to kill me."

"Yes, and I feel badly about that," replies his perfectly coiffed wife.

IT'S FUNNY PEOPLE! As far as getting advertisers to pull their sponsorship on the grounds it is "portraying motherhood as a "worthless chore"." PLEASE! Every mom knows that it feels that way sometimes. We also know it's not worthless or we wouldn't be doing it. What are these people afraid of?

Apparently everything: American Family Association is a frightening group. I could find no mention of the TV show on their site but the show is put out there by Disney and although there are valid reasons for not liking Disney (mostly regarding the old movies where the girl gets saved by the prince & the mangling of many great books), most of what they list is... well, what is it? It amazes me. Let's just leave it at that. I can't believe people think like this. I must stop now before I have a complete coronary. Besides, it's time for me to finish the kids' Halloween costumes. (I've been trying to convince Tyler to be Harry Potter since he now has the hair for it but he wants to be a Ranger from The Lord of the Rings. Don't even know how to make that costume. All suggestions are welcome.)

Saturday, October 23, 2004

Keep Cheering!

It is now 9:34 p.m. EST.

It is also the top of the 4th inning in the 1st game of the World Series.

The score (I said THE SCORE people) is:

Cardinals - 2


(yes, I said 7) Whohoo! Whohoo!

Friday, October 22, 2004

Kid Conversation

As I was getting Zach out of the tub the other night...

ME: "Time to get out."

ZACH: "Wait, they trapped the sea monster."

ME: "The sea monster?" seeing no sea monster in the tub

ZACH: "Yes, the wiener monster." (he is holding a toy boat over his "part")

ME: "Is that appropriate?" funny yes, appropriate, no

ZACH: "No. But that's its name, the wiener monster." Mommy leaving room to laugh quietly in private

Thursday, October 21, 2004

Helpful Hint

Quickest way to clean up the house:

Realize at 6 a.m. that you are watching a friend's child who is mobile and the words "choking hazard" still apply... in less then 3 hours.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Kid Quote

TYLER: "Ask the Plumber dude about cable."

Teach Me

This will teach me to complain about a lost pencil...

Just this afternoon I found out we need a new hot water heater. It is apparently 12 years old and when I asked how long these things are suppose to last I was told 12-15 years. Figures. I have no idea how much this will cost, how long it will take to be installed, or when the damn thing will be ordered/arrive. UGH!

Oh, and while printing I'm wondering why there is hardly any text on the page. It seems my printer ran out of black ink. (I must now drive 25 minutes away to get more. That means it will not happen before tomorrow.)

The good news...

Trip to Office Max tomorrow. Yay! (of course, I'll have no money after paying the heating & plumbing guy - who is my savior... he just walked in with the water heater!)


This seems corny but, I have a favorite pencil. I have bought extra erasers & lead for this pencil. I heart this pencil.

I couldn't find it so I bought another. Next thing I knew there were three. Apparent procreation.

Now I have none. I've searched everywhere.

I know if I go buy another the other 3 will show up. plus I really don't want to take the time to go to the store for a new one

Why does this happen? and if all of life's problems were only this minor

The Red Sox

Go Red Sox!
Go Red Sox!
Go!, Go!, Go!
Go Red Sox!
Go Red Sox!
Go! - Yah!
(DISCLAIMER: I never claimed to be a cheerleader)

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Magic 8 Ball

Since Cindy is asking me to fess up to my insecurities and reveal what I asked the all-knowing magic 8 ball, I suppose I have to. Besides, she is the teacher tomorrow and I want a good grade. (I still haven't sent the brownies with maple frosting to enhance my grade - or done my assignment. It's next on my to-do list, really!)
See, Cindy is trying to teach me about plot. Something I know very little about. (You'd think the gazillion books I've read would be helpful but it seems, no, not so helpful.) I know what a plot is. I just can't create a good one. God, I am so dull!

So here are my questions and the brilliant answers of the
8 ball...

  1. Will "the" editor (who I would so love to work with) ask to see rest of the mss - yes, definitely (I like that answer)
  2. Will I ever get a book published? - cannot predict now (Better than 'You've got to be kidding me')
  3. Should I quit writing now? - most likely (I think it may be time to take this to heart)
  4. Will I sign a book contract by the end of this year? - you may rely on it (did you pay attention to the last question?)
  5. Will I ever get the hang of plotting? - very doubtful (No kidding)
UPDATE: Now you have to tell me what YOU asked the magic 8 ball. Either post your questions/answers in comments or your url if you post them at your site.

Monday, October 18, 2004

Kid Conversation

Last night at 9:00 when he should have been sleeping...

ZACH (said without taking a breath): Um...Mommy said to come talk to you if I want to talk to someone. So I'm going to talk to you for a few minutes. How do snakes move?

A few minutes later:

ZACH: How do boogers get in your nose?

DAD: Germs get trapped in the little hairs in you nose and make boogers.

ZACH: Tell the truth.

Little Bit O'Fun

Must say I'm not really surprised at all...


You're a Dialogue/Character Writer!

What kind of writer are you?

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Now for a little bit of fun...

Ask the Magic 8 Ball

Thank you Cindy!

Friday, October 15, 2004

Kid Conversation

Just now...

ZACH: "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

ME: "Why?" you must play along

ZACH: "To got to the other side. Was that funny?"

ME: "haha. That's funny." Okay, rough morning. I'm not sounding like I really think it's funny.

ZACH: "What is the play ground one?"

ME: I tell him the playground one.

ZACH: "Why did the chicken cross the playground?"

ME: "Why?" Have I mentioned, you must play along?

ZACH: "To get to the other slide. Haha! Did you get it? Slide sounds like side. Is that funny?"

ME: "Haha! Very funny." Sounding like it IS really funny because it is my favorite kid joke and he finally REALLY got it.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

So Then The Egg Says...

I saw this ad yesterday. It featured my husband. It's very strange to open a magazine is see your very own spouse staring back at you. Well, almost. It wasn't so much the photo of him (actually, it looked nothing like him) but the title that described him. The infinitely fertile man. That's him. That's my hubby.

If you've wondered why we had 4 kids in 5 1/2 years, well, this pretty much explains it. Seems not only is hubby fertile but so am I. (Never would have guessed, would ya?) Unlike the old comic with the giant egg and all the lines the sperm use to try to get in, my eggs have apparently put up signs showing the sperms the way. "Go this way." "Fun and good times await you." "You're almost there." "Any and all welcome to the party of a new life." And possibly even a bit of false advertising, "Free beer and complete control of the remote - this way!"

Now I know what you're thinking. No really, I do. Have you ever heard of birth control? Yes, we have. Yes, we used it. Some of it. See although I get pregnant at the mere mention of babies (yes, really, it's happened) I am not a good candidate for the controlling of such things. The hormones make me quite manic-depressive. One month of that and my not-yet-hubby said he'd take his chances. After my first son was born the doctor explained there are something like 300 kinds of pill on the market, we just needed to find the right one. Sounds easy enough. Whoohoo! We have a solution. Surely one of them will work. He sent me home with a bag of samples.

What he didn't mention is you must take each one for 3 months to give it time to regulate. Unfortunately, the part that makes you a raving lunatic or have your period every other week starts right away. After 6 months we realized this was no life. The potential for scaring the baby was much too high. We couldn't risk it any more.

So I researched. Did you know someone can be allergic to spermicide? Well, they can. Let's just say it's less than pleasant and leave it at that.

The doctor refused the new IUD, told me I'd have to find another doctor if I insisted then proceeded to tell me why.

Okay, what's left? Condoms. Plain old condoms. We can do that. I believe it's been mentioned they are only 99% effective. That little 1%. That 1 out of every 100 times. Sounds like a great statistic until you break it down.

We started to do a bit of family planning around the time Alex turned one. Nine months sounded like a good time to start trying. They'd be about 2 1/2 years apart. Good distance. Of course, it could take time. Maybe even a year. Well, what's meant to be will be. Two weeks later the test came back positive. So much for planning.

This repeated itself when Tyler was around 16 months old. We knew the day exactly. The one time we hadn't been careful. People kept asking if we knew how this happened. Does it seem odd I'd occasionally want to stab my hubby in the eye with a condom wrapper when imagining the possible results of his being within 5 feet of me?

The time came. Hubby decided it was time for a permanent solution. The deal had been, if we decide we're done while I'm pregnant than I'd get the deed done. After all, although I seem to be designed for breeding (easy ~read slutty~ eggs, big healthy babies and enough milk to feed an entire nursery) mother nature forgot one thing. The kids couldn't get out. Nope. No way out. I forget the technical title but it came down to little, tiny pelvis, big giant headed babies. Disproportionate something or other. (Something the doctor assured me almost never happened - no need to worry. Ya, right.) Where was I? Oh, so in the course of the c-section, I would be "fixed". If we decided when I was not with child, hubby would go under the knife. After all, I was not about to go through surgery AGAIN, it was his turn.

Hubby made the appointment. I came to terms with the fact that this was it. No more kids. Ever. Never ever. Okay. The 5 of us were a family. This was it. I lost 30 pounds. Circled the day in bright red pen. We were careful. VERY careful. We were happy with the decision. He had his surgery. But wait...

(You knew there was more. I do have 4 kids.)

Three weeks later I was late. For the 4th time in my life. The test came back positive. When Zach was born, I too, had the chance of bearing more life taken away. My body couldn't handle more pregnancies and the scar tissue was building. Now we like think we are safe from infinitely fertile man. Of course everyone tells us of a story where some couple in our situation still got pregnant. I don't live in fear most of the time. But now and then... I worry. Not because each child is is not a gift, they are. But because that would mean I'd never be safe and I wouldn't need the birth control pills to send me flailing over the edge of insanity.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

I'm Almost Back

Between nasty head colds (mine & Ty's) and hay rides, cub scout picnics and gymnastic lessons, sunday school and den meetings, birthdays and ear piercings (Dylan's), hives and dr's appts (also Dylan's) - I've been a bit busy. The amount of baking, and driving alone has been immense. Coupled with the fact I just want to sleep has left me little time to blog. I plan on getting back on track tomorrow. See you all then!

Happy Birthday Dylan!

Just wanted to wish my Dyllybean a

here he is with his new earrings (he had both done)...

and a close-up...

Sunday, October 10, 2004


This may be too funny for words and yet scarier than the mold around my tub…

The first person to link to my insanity post was from the U.s. Dept. Of Health And Human Services.


Friday, October 8, 2004

International Very Good Looking Damn Smart Woman's Day

Today is International Very Good Looking Damn Smart Woman's Day, so please send this message to someone you think fits this description. Please do not send it back to me as I have already received it from a Very Good Looking Damn Smart Woman!

Good motto to live by:

"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming ~ WOOHOO what a ride!"

Thanks to my cousin Karen for sending this to me. Perfect, just perfect!

My Journey to the Edge of Insanity

This is my October Blogging for Books entry. This month's theme: Insanity. The instructions were: "For this Blogging for Books, write about a time you were pushed to the brink of insanity (figuratively or literally), and how you lived to tell the tale."

I was on the brink of insanity.

For real.

I had just had a baby.

By c-section.

My fourth.

In five and a half years.

I was packing up to move.

The children were unpacking faster.

My husband was at work all day.

I was home with the children.

The ones who were unpacking.

The one attached to my nipple.

My hormones were raging.

I was crying.

My mom lived six hours away.

Eight if you’re traveling with kids.

The good news:

Our bid on a bigger house was accepted.

The bad news:

Complications in the deep dark recesses of our basement were holding the proceedings up.

The worst news:

We were going to be homeless for two weeks.

I have blocked out why.

It was that bad.

What I did:

I threw random clothes into a couple of suitcases.

I encouraged the older children to pack for themselves (they were 5 and 3).

I threw the bags into the car.

Some diapers.

A few sippy cups.

Where are the damn wipes?

Who cares?

I told my husband I would be home when we had a place to live.

I left at bedtime.

I cried most of the way.

I drove across the state.

Then another.

No pee breaks.

One stop to nurse.


To my mommy.

My husband had to pack up the house and move it into our new garage.

By himself.

After work each night.

He stayed with his dad.

He called and spoke to the children and I every night.

After two weeks I got the call.

We were closing on the house.

We could move in two days before.

We had a place to sleep.

The kids’ beds would be set up.

We could come home.

The day of the closing I sat there with a baby on my lap.

The boys running around the room.

The lawyer smiled as he told me how my husband called him every day and demanded resolution.

Jeff wanted his family back.

He wanted us back now.

Why? I’m not too sure.

We were less than pleasant to be around and we carry the official title of circus.

The things that brought me back from the edge?

My mom’s calming hand.

My husband’s desire to have us back.

A house to live in.

My sister-in-law’s help with the boys when I needed it the most.

(Without her we would still be living out of boxes four years later.)
And time.

It's hard to write this in more of a storybook way. It was hard. I really thought I was losing my mind. I was disconnected. I was not at all sure I would not end up in a padded room where the children would be brought to visit.

“Say hi to Mommy.”

“Go give her a hug.”

“No really, it’s okay. She won’t hurt you.”

“It’s really Mommy.”

“I know she looks bad. She’s going to get better.”

“We’ll come back soon.”

Blog Housekeeping

I'm been trying to think of something witty to entertain you all but that's obviously putting too much pressure on me. Besides, to be honest, we all know I'm not all that witty to begin with. Nor clever. Or heartrending. I'm just me.

I'm sure you've all noticed the ads to the right of the page. Yes, I've been reduced to advertising. I've decided it can't hurt and maybe it will bring in some cash. Then again, probably not. But we'll see how annoying it is and go from there. It is sort of fun to see what products they put up depending on my posts. That alone raises the amusement factor. Swim lessons in Texas anyone? Maybe if it wasn't thousands of miles away! Okay, now you all know my sense of humor is a sad, sad affair.

I've also decided to venture into the Blogexplosion realm. Trying to up my traffic. Not sure why. Ego I suppose. See if I can retain any new viewers. I will say that while browsing blogs I was amazed at the amount of drivel out there. My God! I've been feeling all insecure lately while reading incredibly talented people write these funny, entertaining blogs. Apparently, I just have found the cream of the crop because so much out there sucks! Unfortunately, my ego is taking a battering lately. Mostly self-imposed. And this knowledge is not making me feel any better. If you're here from blogexplosion - please, go rate my blog or leave a comment here. Then I'll know how you really feel.

One last thing, I've decided to enter the Zero Boss's Blogging for Books this month. My first foray into this arena. The topic is a time when you were on the brink of insanity. I happen to have had a time when I thought a padded room was soon to be my new home. And I wrote about it. I've read a couple of the other entries. Very sad tales. Mine, not sad, but hopefully a good read. Then again maybe just an exercise in writing. Anyway, I'll try to post it later today.

[UPDATED: Almost forgot, Kira's question from the other day. I had to wait a bit before answering because the week wasn't over yet. There's always the chance something else wonderful or bad will happen in the next day or two but for now: my best & worst of this week. (I will say, it's been a quiet week.)

The Best: Hearing how the teachers love my kids at open house last night and how excited they are to be teaching. So glad the kids have enthusiastic teachers. Oh, and the outfit Zach came up with the other day. I MUST get a picture of that one to post.

The Worst: Getting a form reject yesterday from an editor on one of my picture book manuscripts. So now you know some of my other failures. (along with the bad mom awards I've been winning)]

Wednesday, October 6, 2004

Too Funny

I try to avoid political discussion because, honestly, I get too upset. But this post over at Cursingmama's put me in hysterics.

It seems that whomever owns the domain of has quite a sense of humor. As for what I'm guessing is too much traffic, is making it very difficult to load.


First, I figured out what happened with the people who couldn't see the new posts. I messed something up the other day on my home page but I fixed it this a.m. So, hello again to everyone who has been away.

And now for the questions (great questions by the way, THANK YOU, no need for me to cry now)...

From Carmen:

1. 24 hrs. to myself - sleep, read a book, sleep, watch a movie, read another book.

2. Christmas - no idea, do you have any thoughts on this?

3. Hardest part of having lots of kids - not enough time to spend 1-on-1 with them, they can't do as many activities. I'd say time and $$. I know you didn't ask but, the best part is they have each other & it's fun.

4. Coffee - 2 Splenda & lots of milk. (coffee must be strong to support all of it though)

5. Breakfast - 2 cups of coffee, that's usually it.

From CursingMama:

1. One wish, have to be greedy - hmmm... extreme home makeover

2. Sworn in front of the kids - hell yes... oops.

3. Sworn at the kids - Does, "Get your ass over here." count? I didn't scream it in a rage but said it to get the older ones' attention (twice).

4. What did I say - Let's see... ass (as mentioned above), damn (a lot), hell, I think I once said shit. Maybe I should be called CursingMama.

From Clare:

1. Alex & Tyler bunking together - We put them in the same room when I was 2 months pregnant. Tyler was 18 months and moving from the crib to the big boy bed. They loved it. No bribing necessary.

From Ty:

You are right - straight to hell.

1. The 2 trains would most likely have to travel on the same track because I have never seen more than one set of tracks traveling the same path for long distances. SO, they could not leave at the same time and arrive at the same time. One would derail and many people would die.

2. Not sure why the rectangle is growing. Makes me a bit nervous. Must go eat banana bread.

3. The car is driving WAY over the speedlimit. You didn't give me the exact time spent waiting on the side of the road while getting a ticket so I can't do the calculations.

From Cath:

1. Any more children - NO

2. girl? - would have been nice but now I'm hoping for a niece

From BJC:

1. Life w/out kids - I have no idea. I really wanted kids. I hope I would've had a rockin' career in the art/writing world. The problem is, I'd have no inspiration to write kids' books w/out the boys.

2. Without a computer - crouched in the corner, mumbling to myself & swatting at imaginary flies.

You all are welcome to submit more questions. This was fun and enlightening for me as well as you. Thanks to everyone for the thoughtful questions. What food do you all want? (We ate the banana bread already - but I'll make more.)

Monday, October 4, 2004


That IM-ing thing didn't go over well. All the cool kids may be doing it but apparently I shouldn't. I thought it was funny. I've been told it was confusing.

I do want to address another topic I'm late to. The militant child-free people. Now I know some people who are child-free and I think it's great when you know yourself well enough to know you don't want children. I don't think there is anything wrong with not having children. In fact, some days it seems like a brilliant idea. But, these sites that are spewing hate... hmmm... I know I won't change their minds. I won't give their sites any more traffic but I did need to see what all the talk was about so I visited one.

Besides making me cringe at the hate, it made me want to track them down, tie them to a chair, gag them (can't have them spewing their hate around the children), and force them to endure my kids for a week. No, I'm not trying to change their minds. As I said, there's no way to do that. I do however want to torture them. And my 4 beautiful boys, encouraged to be as loud and obnoxious as they can, would be great torture for someone who finds the mere sight of children repulsive.

PS- Their rants made me all the more glad I had children. Children who will help make this world a better place some day. I love my boys, they brighten my day, every day. So phhhtttt! to the militant child-free hatemongers. I hope you have a chance to experience a fraction of the love I have in my life. Maybe then you won't be so full of hate.

UPDATE: Here you go Mike: where I read about it and where I read about the hate. I'm sure if you put child-free into Google you'll learn more.

Saturday, October 2, 2004


HIM: What R the kids doing?

MoMMY: watching a tape of Magic School bus

MoMMY: Very psyched they are

MoMMY: I think I'm turning into Yoda


HIM: You're turning into Yoda?!

MoMMY: they are very psyched to be watching it.

MoMMY: read above

HIM: Oh. I get it.

MoMMY: how are you

MoMMY: did Ty die from strep? he seemed fine to me.

HIM: Getting nothing done. He survived. He'll be much better when we get to the stores I plan to take him to

MoMMY: ah

HIM: Plans for later?

MoMMY: need more coffee

MoMMY: in need of a plot

HIM: Anyway, what I meant was: what are the plans for later today?

HIM: Dinner?

MoMMY: Dinner? No idea.

HIM: Well, could you maybe think ahead?

MoMMY: hmm... thinking

MoMMY: I've got nothin

MoMMY: any ideas?

HIM: Could invite 1) your mom 2) my dad for dinner

MoMMY: mom is working

MoMMY: your dad - fine

MoMMY: your dad is here right now

MoMMY: just walked in

HIM: What do you / the kids want to EAT?

MoMMY: whatever

HIM: I'm going to punch you in the face **

MoMMY: nice

HIM: whatever

MoMMY: ha ha

MoMMY: what do you want to eat?


MoMMY: now, now

MoMMY: do you want me to invite your dad now?

HIM: whatever. We could have , lamb chops


HIM: or , chinese food. What the hell is roflmbo

MoMMY: Rolling on floor laughing my butt off

HIM: you need help

MoMMY: nice cat, I think you're the one that needs help

MoMMY: Chinese I make or take out?

HIM: Can you make homemade sauce?

HIM: I can PU some corn

MoMMY: no, no supplies

MoMMY: I'd have to shop & then I wouldn't have time for it to cook

HIM: I can stop on my way home

MoMMY: stop for what?


HIM: Don't wait til the last second in case we have to marinade something. Leaving to get T

MoMMY: still won't have time to COOK sauce - takes hours

HIM: I give up

** NOTE: This is from a SNL skit and now a family joke.

Friday, October 1, 2004


Play the punctuation game!

Eats, Shoots & Leaves

I'm a stickler. (100%) would you expect anything less? Okay, maybe. Especially with the commas.

It's Friday

and I've got nothin'.

Saw this somewhere this week. For the life of me can't find/remember where it was. If I saw this at your site, leave a comment and let me (& everyone) know you supplied this fun quiz. I really need to keep better track of these things.

You simply MUST post your results in the comments. I want to know who I'm dealing with here.

You are Franklin!

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