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Help! I am buried under so much laundry!
My ironing pile alone is enough to give Sir Edmund Hillary pause.
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Ramblings from a happily married, Catholic, stay-at-home mother of five
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I am so glad you stopped by. I hope you will find something here that makes you laugh or that you can relate to somehow. I love to read comments and encourage you to leave one. Also, if you are at all interested in sewing/crafts, visit my other blog, too. Sew....what now?
Pax Domini sit semper vobiscum!
Pax Domini sit semper vobiscum!
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- where we went for lunch
- like crack, only not quite so illegal
- getting ready for the halloween parade at pre-school
- a vintage dress, a little bit of tulle, and a red wig
- no wonder it was so quiet upstairs
- guess what we got to do?
- to fair or not to fair, that was the question
- positive reinforcement at its finest
- on the way home from the cheap-o pizza buffet
- back in time
- a bright idea
- s.o.s.
- explaining confirmation to a 4 year old
- when commitments are hunting me down like rabid dogs
- humbling
- finish the sentence
- happy fall, y'all
- a pledge
- like that woman on the nyquil commercial
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About Me
The List of Characters
The characters and their roles:
"King" a.k.a. hubby - patient, loving, and kind.
#1 (girl) - eighteen - college student; mostly cheery; mostly soft spoken; 'the logical one'; artistic; secretly wishes she were an only child;
#2 (boy) - sixteen - football player, golfer, loves to throw a ball into the air, especially in the living room near the breakables; nothing is ever his fault; has soft, sweet eyes of a baby deer; seeing him hold a baby is the sweetest thing ever.
#3 (girl) - fourteen - sweet and thoughtful pleaser; is very attentive and has incredible insight; Attention: swan emerging; incredible celtic fiddle player who can pick up a tune in a jiffy; life with a older sister has jaded her; has feelings that are as tender as baby lettuce.
#4 (boy) - "now we are 8" - wide open all day, every day, all the time; suffers from a Napoleonic complex; has the ability to surprise you with a refreshingly thoughtful act; eyes turn into crescent shapes when he flashes that smile which is as big as all outdoors.
#5 (girl) - seven - knows her own mind; likes to do it "all by myselth".
"I" - gray-haired bystander and scribe; chief cook and bottle washer; prolific comma splicer; a sucker for a smile from one of the above mentioned; bumbling through this world trying to make saints out of all us sinners.
"King" a.k.a. hubby - patient, loving, and kind.
#1 (girl) - eighteen - college student; mostly cheery; mostly soft spoken; 'the logical one'; artistic; secretly wishes she were an only child;
#2 (boy) - sixteen - football player, golfer, loves to throw a ball into the air, especially in the living room near the breakables; nothing is ever his fault; has soft, sweet eyes of a baby deer; seeing him hold a baby is the sweetest thing ever.
#3 (girl) - fourteen - sweet and thoughtful pleaser; is very attentive and has incredible insight; Attention: swan emerging; incredible celtic fiddle player who can pick up a tune in a jiffy; life with a older sister has jaded her; has feelings that are as tender as baby lettuce.
#4 (boy) - "now we are 8" - wide open all day, every day, all the time; suffers from a Napoleonic complex; has the ability to surprise you with a refreshingly thoughtful act; eyes turn into crescent shapes when he flashes that smile which is as big as all outdoors.
#5 (girl) - seven - knows her own mind; likes to do it "all by myselth".
"I" - gray-haired bystander and scribe; chief cook and bottle washer; prolific comma splicer; a sucker for a smile from one of the above mentioned; bumbling through this world trying to make saints out of all us sinners.
Pax Domini sit semper vobiscum
2 comments:
i wish i could help you out! mt washmore can be a tricky one to conquer.
fire up the ol' steamer.
I hate ironing.
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