Yesterday, I wanted to see what my dear, little number 5 thought of the vanilla flavored rice milk I had bought for a house guest of ours. The first taste took her aback.
She looked at me and I told her it was sort of like milkshake (meaning you have to shake it before you drink it and not in the traditional sense of the term).
She took another sip and said, "shake?"
"Yes," I said, "that's right, shake."
"Shake-a-booty?"
Poor innocent sweetness. Ruined by her 3 year old brother and his cohorts.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
pms related ocd
Recently I did a "25 Random things about Me" list and one of the items I listed was that it bothers me when folks use improper grammar or misspell words.
However, today I realized that I am also rubbed the wrong way when people use the wrong word. Granted, I am most nearly a hormone hostage, but I find that I must put this in writing:
Pneumonia (pronounced NEW-monia) is an illness of the lungs.
Ammonia (pronounced AH-monia) is NOT an illness of the lungs. It is a really smelly liquid that does a bang up job getting grease out of clothes. Mixing ammonia and bleach is a no-no. (Danger, Will Robinson!)
However, today I realized that I am also rubbed the wrong way when people use the wrong word. Granted, I am most nearly a hormone hostage, but I find that I must put this in writing:
Pneumonia (pronounced NEW-monia) is an illness of the lungs.
Ammonia (pronounced AH-monia) is NOT an illness of the lungs. It is a really smelly liquid that does a bang up job getting grease out of clothes. Mixing ammonia and bleach is a no-no. (Danger, Will Robinson!)
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
what will fill these unused hours?
A couple of months ago I bought a garment steamer at the fabric store. Let me just take this opportunity to climb aboard my happy box and tell you what a great purchase that was.
I have gotten to the point that I despise ironing. I used to enjoy it. Especially on a rainy day, in front of Regis and (then) Kathy Lee, I'd lower the ironing board, sit on the couch and iron away. Not now. My "good iron" simply wore out and I bought a new one. It is a piece of cdddap (to be said in a Scottish accent). The bottom of it is rounded and it falls off my ironing board. It is dangerous to the floor, to my legs, and to the small souls underfoot. Both King and I decided that we would gladly pay exorbitant amounts of money to the dry cleaners just so that we wouldn't have to drag said "cdddap" out of the laundry room closet.
But now, once again, I look forward to ridding my family's clothes of their wrinkles. In fact, just because it is so much fun to use, I even steam the tee shirts. BAH HA HA HA. Imagine that. Who wudda thunk it?!?!?! I Googled images of garment steamers, and it looks as if there are a ton which are better quality than mine. Perhaps one day I will aspire to replace this little sweetie with one of them. But for now, I am in wrinkle free heaven.
If you don't already have one, you can imagine I would encourage you to get one. And, I am thinking it would make the perfect gift for newlyweds.
I have gotten to the point that I despise ironing. I used to enjoy it. Especially on a rainy day, in front of Regis and (then) Kathy Lee, I'd lower the ironing board, sit on the couch and iron away. Not now. My "good iron" simply wore out and I bought a new one. It is a piece of cdddap (to be said in a Scottish accent). The bottom of it is rounded and it falls off my ironing board. It is dangerous to the floor, to my legs, and to the small souls underfoot. Both King and I decided that we would gladly pay exorbitant amounts of money to the dry cleaners just so that we wouldn't have to drag said "cdddap" out of the laundry room closet.
But now, once again, I look forward to ridding my family's clothes of their wrinkles. In fact, just because it is so much fun to use, I even steam the tee shirts. BAH HA HA HA. Imagine that. Who wudda thunk it?!?!?! I Googled images of garment steamers, and it looks as if there are a ton which are better quality than mine. Perhaps one day I will aspire to replace this little sweetie with one of them. But for now, I am in wrinkle free heaven.
If you don't already have one, you can imagine I would encourage you to get one. And, I am thinking it would make the perfect gift for newlyweds.
Friday, February 6, 2009
running into a little snag
The quilt is just a few stitches away from being complete. I am having a hard time thinking about selling it. I absolutely love it.
I was pinning it all together while number 5 was having her lunch.
All of a sudden she pointed to it and said, "My bayn-kit. I'un-it bayn-kit."
Oh greaaaat. That helps!
I was pinning it all together while number 5 was having her lunch.
All of a sudden she pointed to it and said, "My bayn-kit. I'un-it bayn-kit."
Oh greaaaat. That helps!
Thursday, February 5, 2009
on egocentrism
Remember your college psychology class?
Having a three year old is a constant reminder of the definition of egocentrism. Here was my morning dose of it.
Me: "Honey, your 20 minutes on the computer is up. Turn your game off and go play with some toys."
T'is Himself: "NOOOOOO... I don't want to stop playing computer."
Me: "I know, honey. But you will need to turn it off and do as I say."
T'is Himself: "I don't want to I said." crying
Me: "One..."
T'is Himself: screams. cries. "I want some juice!!"
Me: "I just gave you some 10 minutes ago, if it is gone, you will need to wait for lunchtime."
T'is Himself: "I don't want to wait til lunchtime. I want it now." cries. screams.
Me: "You will need to go climb into bed now. You are tired. You got to bed late and woke up too early."
T'is Himself: "Nooooooo... I don't want to!"
Me: finally agitated "I don't want to hear what you want or don't want."
*sigh*
Having a three year old is a constant reminder of the definition of egocentrism. Here was my morning dose of it.
Me: "Honey, your 20 minutes on the computer is up. Turn your game off and go play with some toys."
T'is Himself: "NOOOOOO... I don't want to stop playing computer."
Me: "I know, honey. But you will need to turn it off and do as I say."
T'is Himself: "I don't want to I said." crying
Me: "One..."
T'is Himself: screams. cries. "I want some juice!!"
Me: "I just gave you some 10 minutes ago, if it is gone, you will need to wait for lunchtime."
T'is Himself: "I don't want to wait til lunchtime. I want it now." cries. screams.
Me: "You will need to go climb into bed now. You are tired. You got to bed late and woke up too early."
T'is Himself: "Nooooooo... I don't want to!"
Me: finally agitated "I don't want to hear what you want or don't want."
*sigh*
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
ouch
This week I had a "slapped-with-a-dead-fish" type reminder of the fact that I really don't like being involved in other people's drama. Didn't leave a permanent scar, but it still stings a bit.
Rather than become a recluse, I must pick myself up, dust off me breeches, and continue my role as a loyal friend.
Forgive even when it isn't asked for.
Rather than become a recluse, I must pick myself up, dust off me breeches, and continue my role as a loyal friend.
Forgive even when it isn't asked for.
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