This is a freshly-made, gallon of Poo Juice that slipped out of my hands as I was placing it in the refrigerator door. On the hardwood floor. And the railing spindles. And the stairs. And the wall. And the downstairs ceiling. And the downstairs couch. Not exactly how I imagined spending my Saturday morning.
Tag: funny
Back to the Ballgame
James, my nine-year old word master, strikes again. About to leave for his 9:00am park district baseball game this morning, James questions our mode of transportation: "Mom, are we taking your car or the Delorean?" "Considering we don't own a Delorean, James, but a Durango," I replied, " we will probably just take my car."
The Stealing Drawer
I love my kids. But there is no one in the world who will test my patience or make me question my sanity more than one of them. Well, maybe my husband, but I’ll save that for another post. Over a year ago, my eldest took flight and moved out of the house to attend college …
Slowing Down My Backswing
I am an intense person, by nature. The moment immediately after I roll out of bed, shower, and have my first sip of coffee in the morning, I'm like a bullet shot out of a gun. It doesn't matter whether it is a workday or a weekend, there is always something that I have to …
Hide the Evidence
"Grumpy Cat" and Xena got into a fight last night while MacKenzie was sleeping unsuspectingly in the same room. Grumpy Cat lost. To thwart a Level 7, International Nuclear Event Meltdown provided by my cat-obsessed four-year old, I did what any proactive Mama would do: I swiftly collected Grumpy Cat's carcass and brain matter off …
Worst. Birthday. Ever.
I would like to begin this post by saying that I am not, I repeat, I am not one of those full-of-herself girls that is birthday-obsessed. You know the one. Her day is her day and should be treated as such. She has to give you reminders for weeks prior to her birthday... "Hey, my birthday is …
The Whip and Zucchini Chips
I haven’t touched on anything personal over the past couple of months, but am slowly warming up to the idea of writing again. To be honest, the break was nice. With the way my mind works, however, having a creative outlet is a must. I can’t promise weekly blog posts from here on out. I …
It’s Scarier When It’s Real
Dirty kids, everything I own/am smelling like a hotdog due to the campfire smoke, unsanitary cooking conditions, bugs, sleeping in extremely tight quarters with five other individuals, sunburns, loud neighbors, no computer… Camping was a blast this past weekend! No, I'm not being sarcastic. I was able to spend some very much needed quality time with …
Let’s Get This Kombucha Started!
My little experiment has begun! Researching kombucha recipes online, I found that the suggested ratio is eight tea bags to one gallon of water, with one cup of sugar dissolved in. Of course, I can never leave well enough alone and had to tweak the recipe; in order to mask some of the vinegary taste, I prepped my kombucha last …
Now I’ll Never Be a Teen Model!
A little trip down memory lane with this post.... Brad was an attractive-enough looking guy. He shaved his head, which was something that I never found attractive in a guy, but whatever. He also had a funny smell. Not bad just... funny. At least he smelled funny to me. I always did have a warped sense of smell, though. …
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