Guess Who?

This is a picture of the kid's cubbies in the mudroom. Can you guess who has which cubby? Not as easy as you think, huh? (The top one is just art projects.) And, yes, the mess to the right is mine, it's my "desk."

The "S" Word

Our local weatherman has been saying alot of "s" words lately. (I blame most of them on the groundhog, who I don't believe in anymore.) But tonight he said something I hadn't heard in a long, long, time. Can you guess what it was?

"Seventy."

Stop! Go Back!

I do love spring! Not only is it the start to gardening season, it means the garage sales are staring also! I used to go to these huge rummage sales in church basements where you could get as much as you could cram into a paper grocery bag for a huge sum of $2. I would take all three little ones with me, plop the littlest in a large carboard box which I would push around the church filling with whatever treasures I could find. I even bribed (shame on me!) the kids with promises of "new" toys if they were REALLY good during the free-for-all sales. To make a long story short, our house was full of garage sale toys and I came away with clothes for the kids (some of which we still have today, I stocked up so well) and so many blue jeans for my quilts/crafts!

The funniest part of my early garage sale memories is one October/November day when TDQ was about 4 years old. We were driving somewhere and she started sobbing and yelling, "Stop! Stop!" When I asked her why, she replied that she had seen garage sale signs and she was certain we were missing some really great sales (toys!) It took me a long time, but I finally convinced her that garage sale season was over and the signs were really political signs for the upcoming elections.

Horses: Regular or Unleaded?

Top Things I Did This Week To Drive My Kids Crazy

I try to be a fun mom, really. The problem is that I don't like to play board games or sports, or freely hand out money for pop, or buy an endless supply of Hot Pockets. What I really like to do is play pranks. Harmless, no-one-gets-their-feelings-hurt-type pranks.

1. I love to yell "I'm in There!" when someone knocks on the bathroom door and I am really in the laundry room.


2. I leave random notes on their FB page for the whole world to see.


3. I throw their shoes into their shoe cubbies in the mud room. Right where the shoes belong, but the kids go crazy looking for them.


4. I pause the tv with the DVR, hit skip backwards, then hit skip forward. This makes the tv move frame by frame, which can make the people on tv very funny looking with half open eyes, or mouths really opened wide or just generally hilarious.


5. Another tv trick I play is to turn the channel to something the kids really don't like to watch, like The Cosby Show, or M*A*S*H. Nothing clears the room faster than 1 minute of Bill Cosby. I don't know why, I always loved listening to his comedy on my parents records.


6. When their friends come over, I ask the friends about school. Or their parents. Or what they've been up to. I'm always warned later, "Don't do that! You embarrass me!" I make sure I ask more questions next time.


7. And finally, I wave at their friends as I drive down the street. And I might even honk the horn. All while my kids are cringing in the passenger seats. Ahhh, I love being a mom!

April Fool's!

April Fool's!

from the weatherman

Milkbones From Jake

Hi, it's me Jake again. I thought I'd let you know what I've been up to lately.

I like plastic Mt. Dew bottles. I can chew the cap off in 30 seconds and will trade the chewed cap for a treat. Then I drink the last drops of pop and chew the bottle into about a million pieces.

I still love to shred paper. Esp. any paper that came from the kindergarten room at school.

I know what time the kids come home from school. You can't fool me either. If the people ask me if FL is home, and it's not time yet, I won't even go to the door.

My people ask me all the time, "Is someone here?" and I look out the window to see. Funny thing is, alot of times there isn't anyone. I wonder if my people are tricking me.

I tricked the people by breaking my outdoor leash, so now they have to walk me 80 times a day instead of just letting me out the door. More quality time I say.

I have chased and caught my tail so much lately, I wore off about 2 inches of my tail. It doesn't bother me, but my people keep saying, "Poor Dog! Your beautiful tail is gone!"

I am true border collie in the aspect that I can't STAND it when the chickens are loose. I don't know why the people keep letting them out, and they won't let me herd them back into the coop. So I just bark my head off and eventually the chickens get put up.

And finally, I have succeeded in chewing thru the entire chair leg while "somebody" was supposed to be watching me. I am very proud of myself. I love that "somebody" so much! Except when "somebody" forgets to feed me. But I forgive easily.