Friday, April 25, 2014

Why is that fork in the ceiling?

Flashback Friday:

Remember that time we were making pancakes and used the blender.  I stuck that fork into the mix while the blender was on.  The blender exploded into a bazillion pieces; pancake batter is likely still in nooks and crannies at that apartment kitchen; and the piece de resistance... The fork stuck in the ceiling directly above.  I now mix pancake batter without electrical assistance. 

Some days verify the reality that being educated doesn't mean you are smart. 



Thursday, April 24, 2014

Elastic hairbands, Crayons, Buttons and such

On this throwback Thursday we pay tribute to a few fun times in the early 90s.
Erica coming out of the bedroom as I come in the door from work with about 20 elastic rubber hairbands tied on her arm.  Her hand already blue from the circulation being cut off...and that's what I did with the hairbands - cut them off.  

Emmy holding Erin's hair in her hand after she cut it with the "they don't cut anything but paper" scissors. 

Erica's eye bulging out of the socket after she stuck a crayon in it.  That still makes me cringe.

The look on our faces at the doctor's office when Dr. K pulls a button the size of a quarter out of Erica's nose.  

Erin's lip when she fell on the set of keys sitting on the kitchen counter.

Emmy's face after she realized she touched a hot stove.  

Can hardly wait to see what the next generation thinks of doing...

Throw Back Thursday, good times indeed. 



 

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Who dat?

The moment you press the ON button and realize you didn't lock the door to the tanning room.  Three thoughts come streaming into my mind:

-Dammit, what if someone steals my purse
-Dammit what if someone sees me, well, without clothing
And
-What if a sexy guy comes in and we have an extremely brief but torrid affair...

I left the door unlocked.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Here bunny, bunny, bunny


I hope they are as excited as they used to be!!!

It's almost that time again.  Time to come up with a phenomenal plan for hiding eggs for my adult children plus my new son-in-law.  Last year was one of the hardest egg finding episodes ever.  I have an idea what I am going to do.  The weather is looking good which means it will be inside and outside this year.  This one will have to start early so we can be done by lunch.  

Each kid will have their own color of eggs.  Riddles or clues will lead them from one egg to another.  Maybe something associated with their professions...or even questions about each other...so many ideas are flooding my mind.  I can hardly wait.  Should be a good one.  

Fantastic memories of Easters past...





Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Seven maybe eight

It's time to fess up.  There was not just one hamster.  There was like seven or eight.  Yes, I am one of those parents that replaced lost pets in hopes I would never have to deal with the aftermath of a loss.  Fish were easy.  Hamsters way harder.  The kids paid attention to what they looked like.  Finding matches was not easy.  Finding the bones left behind by DC was harder.  That dog must have eaten at least three.  Those damn little animals would chew the plastic on the tubes of the cage and DC would patiently wait their escape.  Then it was game on.  

I would get off work early and go to the pet store for a replacement.  Many times I had to tell some tale to the girls to buy me time for a suitable replacement.  He's at the vet.  He is with his friends.  Actually he was bones in the closet.

The final lie was told not by me but my husband.  Somehow it made me feel better that we were in this together at the end.  Yes when we moved Daddy said he let the last hamster, or rather the only one (clears throat), out into the woods to live free.  Chances are some bird of prey got him, we did live in the boonies.  

Well, although my heart was in the right place, I was less than honest.  I find solace in knowing many a hamster got a taste of life outside of the pet store, if only to fight a battle to the death with a great black monster known as DC.  May Heaven have those hamsters ganging up on that dog even as I write this.