Friday, January 31, 2014

7 Quick Takes: Owning January IN THE FACE!

1.  About this post's title,

when someone gets "owned" around here, we say "owned IN THE FACE!"  Owning something IN THE FACE (it always has to be in all caps) is so much more satisfying.

Now, I have made an indelible mark on the English language.  My work here is done.

2.  All of these things happened yesterday:

Woke up.
Out of tea.  (Coffee is gross, people.  Tea is good for you and doesn't give you nasty breath.)
Took Jill and Edmund to the library, where Jill and I went to Toddler Storytime.
Jill kept swatting the hand of a would-be friend (we don't like to be touched).
Edmund used his 30 minutes of unsupervised library time to  check out 59 DVDs which are due in one week.
Emergency Costco run.
COSTCO WAS OUT OF TEA!!!!!!



Would they EVER EVER EVER run out of coffee?!???

Stopped at overpriced grocery store WHERE THEY WERE OUT TOO!  At least the shelf for the big boxes (100 bags $4.99) was empty, so I got 48 bags for $3.99.  Normally, Costco has 300 for like $6 or $7.

Went home.  Opened back of car, 24 eggs immediatlely fell out and broke on the driveway. Jill stomped on a few on her way in the house.

While I went outside to clean up the damage, Jill stomped her eggy, snowy, salty boots all over the upholstered living room sofa.

Tears.  Hot angry tears.

Then I called Patrick and itemized all of the above and included complaints about not watching Once Upon a Time with me the previous night, because HE doesn't know anyone who likes it.

Sorry Internet friends.  Your opinions hold no cred with him.



Next, I put away the groceries and sent Edmund and Jill to watch a few of these animated DVDs about Greek Mythology (they are only 23 minutes each) so I could lie down on the sofa, before I had to drive to tutoring.

While I laid there, I thought about Bobbi, and how her husband is facing six months of chemo but she's still tweeting smiley faces.

Then the dog freaked out because someone was coming to the door.

Could it be the UPS man with my fabric for the Embroider-along?



No, it was my true love, with 24 brand new intact eggs and this bouquet of flowers.

3.  No more self-pity.  Pinky swear.

Kudos to Clan Donaldson for the e-card!

3.  Who doesn't love a good conversion story?


More flower pics, because they make me happy.
Or in this case, a re-version story.  This one is sort of the opposite of VH1 Behind the Music, because this rock star re-discovered his faith.

4.  Want to see John Watson from Sherlock compared to an adorable hedgehog? 

Of course you do!
5.  Ohmygosh.  Heather has a bad day/week and turns it into something gut-bustingly funny.

6.  

Heather's tale reminds me of the time we had three under four, and had just moved into this fixer-upper house, which came with a pink-tiled bathroom and a pink toilet seat.

Right after we moved in, on the hottest day of the year (no a/c here!), with our six-week old newborn (crazy much?), we got some take-out from KFC. Covered in fried chicken grease and instant mashed potatoes and gravy, my two toddlers were wrestled into the bathtub.

I took a moment of private time to use the facilties, only to discover that I now had KFC gravy on my behind.



KFC gravy is roughly the same color as 1960's shellfish pink bathroom decor.

You never wanted to know that, did you?

(I admit I am curious to know what kind of pictures Heather would draw to tell my story.  Perhaps that's why it happened to me and not to her.)

7.  A Very Large Thank You to all who gave me splendid ideas for new baby books that are NOT about sibling jealousy.  I am going to compile a complete list with the suggestions from the combox and the Facebook page and publish it around here somewhere. New Baby Books For the World!




Catch some less awkward takes over at Jen's link-up.

12 comments:

  1. Your true love is awesome.

    I need some hand crafty project for the Olympics....maybe I'll pull out some embroidery. Interested to see what you're going to be stitching up for the QOV.

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  2. Well I sympathize with your day being tea-less even though I think tea tastes like sticks. But I don't drink coffee either so I am an equal opportunity warm drink discriminator. KFC gravy = Pink bathroom color is hi.larious!

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    1. I only drink it iced, which is the only way I can drink coffee too. So what do you take to fight fatique? Mountain Dew? 5 Hour Energy? Crack?

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  3. I read the phrase "6 months of chemo" and completely lost it. I cried until my pillow was soaked. (I'm reading this on my phone in bed since the sun hasn't risen yet.) I needed that because you can only stay strong for so long. Seriously, I've just got to focus on the positives of the moment or else I will have a complete freak out. (I'd be throwing those eggs and cursing at the top of my lungs.) I know it sounds cheesy but sharing these things on the blog and receiving encouragement and prayers from friends like you pulls me through. I guess I'm operating in "dont't freak; just blog" mode. Lol. Oh and off subject, totally loved the Sherlock/ Watson take. (Can I admit I also want Brian home so I can finally watch the next DVRed episode of Sherlock. We promised each other we'd wait and watch it together. ;-)

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    1. Don't freak..just blog. Sounds like my motto! Sorry you are struggling. We will pray for you.

      Delete
  4. Wait, wait, wait. I forgot to tell you I love the new design! It rocks. 😃 (See and now every time I post a smiley face I'm going to think Jessica is going to get pissed at me if I keep this up. Lol. )

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    1. Every time you post a smiley face of sanctity, it reminds me of how I'm supposed to carry my own cross. :)

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  5. IN THE FACE! I love it. Your hubby is awesome, awesome, awesome. I know those hot angry tears and the only thing that truly makes them better is my hubby, too.

    Got Bobbi and her family on speed-dial-prayer. You're right. She rocks.

    Where did you get those DVDs?

    Cari's meme is hilarious. Hang in there. January is almost over.

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  6. #2, that's awful, Jessica, just awful! And I've cried over much less. Much. Less. Also, I love that meme. It's great in and of itself, and it also brought to mind a long lost memory... I once told a fellow elementary school student to "stop her bitching." When the astonished teacher reprimanded me, my equally astonished self adamantly contended that "bitching" was NOT an offensive word, because my mom said it, I don't think I was punished, but my mom was mortified : )

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  7. Just found your blog and love it! I'm looking forward to browsing the archives.

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  8. Sounds like your hubby is a keeper! Mine has this habit of getting me live flower plants and then they die before he plants them because he waits too long or actually expects me to water them! My 3 yr old will ask me " Mama, why does Papa kill plants?" - he doesn't like me for teaching her that!

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Friday, January 31, 2014

7 Quick Takes: Owning January IN THE FACE!

1.  About this post's title,

when someone gets "owned" around here, we say "owned IN THE FACE!"  Owning something IN THE FACE (it always has to be in all caps) is so much more satisfying.

Now, I have made an indelible mark on the English language.  My work here is done.

2.  All of these things happened yesterday:

Woke up.
Out of tea.  (Coffee is gross, people.  Tea is good for you and doesn't give you nasty breath.)
Took Jill and Edmund to the library, where Jill and I went to Toddler Storytime.
Jill kept swatting the hand of a would-be friend (we don't like to be touched).
Edmund used his 30 minutes of unsupervised library time to  check out 59 DVDs which are due in one week.
Emergency Costco run.
COSTCO WAS OUT OF TEA!!!!!!



Would they EVER EVER EVER run out of coffee?!???

Stopped at overpriced grocery store WHERE THEY WERE OUT TOO!  At least the shelf for the big boxes (100 bags $4.99) was empty, so I got 48 bags for $3.99.  Normally, Costco has 300 for like $6 or $7.

Went home.  Opened back of car, 24 eggs immediatlely fell out and broke on the driveway. Jill stomped on a few on her way in the house.

While I went outside to clean up the damage, Jill stomped her eggy, snowy, salty boots all over the upholstered living room sofa.

Tears.  Hot angry tears.

Then I called Patrick and itemized all of the above and included complaints about not watching Once Upon a Time with me the previous night, because HE doesn't know anyone who likes it.

Sorry Internet friends.  Your opinions hold no cred with him.



Next, I put away the groceries and sent Edmund and Jill to watch a few of these animated DVDs about Greek Mythology (they are only 23 minutes each) so I could lie down on the sofa, before I had to drive to tutoring.

While I laid there, I thought about Bobbi, and how her husband is facing six months of chemo but she's still tweeting smiley faces.

Then the dog freaked out because someone was coming to the door.

Could it be the UPS man with my fabric for the Embroider-along?



No, it was my true love, with 24 brand new intact eggs and this bouquet of flowers.

3.  No more self-pity.  Pinky swear.

Kudos to Clan Donaldson for the e-card!

3.  Who doesn't love a good conversion story?


More flower pics, because they make me happy.
Or in this case, a re-version story.  This one is sort of the opposite of VH1 Behind the Music, because this rock star re-discovered his faith.

4.  Want to see John Watson from Sherlock compared to an adorable hedgehog? 

Of course you do!
5.  Ohmygosh.  Heather has a bad day/week and turns it into something gut-bustingly funny.

6.  

Heather's tale reminds me of the time we had three under four, and had just moved into this fixer-upper house, which came with a pink-tiled bathroom and a pink toilet seat.

Right after we moved in, on the hottest day of the year (no a/c here!), with our six-week old newborn (crazy much?), we got some take-out from KFC. Covered in fried chicken grease and instant mashed potatoes and gravy, my two toddlers were wrestled into the bathtub.

I took a moment of private time to use the facilties, only to discover that I now had KFC gravy on my behind.



KFC gravy is roughly the same color as 1960's shellfish pink bathroom decor.

You never wanted to know that, did you?

(I admit I am curious to know what kind of pictures Heather would draw to tell my story.  Perhaps that's why it happened to me and not to her.)

7.  A Very Large Thank You to all who gave me splendid ideas for new baby books that are NOT about sibling jealousy.  I am going to compile a complete list with the suggestions from the combox and the Facebook page and publish it around here somewhere. New Baby Books For the World!




Catch some less awkward takes over at Jen's link-up.

12 comments:

  1. Your true love is awesome.

    I need some hand crafty project for the Olympics....maybe I'll pull out some embroidery. Interested to see what you're going to be stitching up for the QOV.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Well I sympathize with your day being tea-less even though I think tea tastes like sticks. But I don't drink coffee either so I am an equal opportunity warm drink discriminator. KFC gravy = Pink bathroom color is hi.larious!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I only drink it iced, which is the only way I can drink coffee too. So what do you take to fight fatique? Mountain Dew? 5 Hour Energy? Crack?

      Delete
  3. I read the phrase "6 months of chemo" and completely lost it. I cried until my pillow was soaked. (I'm reading this on my phone in bed since the sun hasn't risen yet.) I needed that because you can only stay strong for so long. Seriously, I've just got to focus on the positives of the moment or else I will have a complete freak out. (I'd be throwing those eggs and cursing at the top of my lungs.) I know it sounds cheesy but sharing these things on the blog and receiving encouragement and prayers from friends like you pulls me through. I guess I'm operating in "dont't freak; just blog" mode. Lol. Oh and off subject, totally loved the Sherlock/ Watson take. (Can I admit I also want Brian home so I can finally watch the next DVRed episode of Sherlock. We promised each other we'd wait and watch it together. ;-)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Don't freak..just blog. Sounds like my motto! Sorry you are struggling. We will pray for you.

      Delete
  4. Wait, wait, wait. I forgot to tell you I love the new design! It rocks. 😃 (See and now every time I post a smiley face I'm going to think Jessica is going to get pissed at me if I keep this up. Lol. )

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Every time you post a smiley face of sanctity, it reminds me of how I'm supposed to carry my own cross. :)

      Delete
  5. IN THE FACE! I love it. Your hubby is awesome, awesome, awesome. I know those hot angry tears and the only thing that truly makes them better is my hubby, too.

    Got Bobbi and her family on speed-dial-prayer. You're right. She rocks.

    Where did you get those DVDs?

    Cari's meme is hilarious. Hang in there. January is almost over.

    ReplyDelete
  6. #2, that's awful, Jessica, just awful! And I've cried over much less. Much. Less. Also, I love that meme. It's great in and of itself, and it also brought to mind a long lost memory... I once told a fellow elementary school student to "stop her bitching." When the astonished teacher reprimanded me, my equally astonished self adamantly contended that "bitching" was NOT an offensive word, because my mom said it, I don't think I was punished, but my mom was mortified : )

    ReplyDelete
  7. Just found your blog and love it! I'm looking forward to browsing the archives.

    ReplyDelete
  8. Sounds like your hubby is a keeper! Mine has this habit of getting me live flower plants and then they die before he plants them because he waits too long or actually expects me to water them! My 3 yr old will ask me " Mama, why does Papa kill plants?" - he doesn't like me for teaching her that!

    ReplyDelete