Why is it that the smoke alarm batteries ALWAYS decide to run out of juice exactly in the middle of the night?
Why is it that 3 days ago, when the smoke alarm first went off in the middle of the night protesting the battery juice didn't we change them then?
By "WE" I really mean Mr Smith. I'm too short even with a step ladder.
Why is it that when the smoke alarm goes off in the middle of the night, we don't think it's a fire.
WHY Oh WHY?
I'm going to have a nap.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Baby blues...
My Mom wrote about some happiness and some sadness on her blog today. The sad part was about me.
I was pregnant, about 8 weeks, and just this week I've had a miscarriage. I am sad and bummed and annoyed and hurting and ticked all at the same time. But mostly I'm sad.
I was due January 30th, and the only thing I was worried about was how was I going to shovel snow off that awfully steep driveway - 8 months pregnant. I was excited to tell my cute sis-in-law, Tierney, who's due just about 2 weeks before I was. Oh well. I was excited that I would have something wonderful to be born in the boring and LONG month of January. Oh well, again.
I have 2 friends who are wanting babies too, and I've told them we are having a race. One friend text ed me "it is ON" That friend is a hoot. She made me laugh right out loud.
When we told the girls we were pregnant, Elasta Girl said: "Does this mean I have to share a room with Roo?" She was sad and said she was going to have to put tape down the middle of the room so her side would stay clean. She was much sadder when I told her that the baby had died.
I had it all planned out. I would have been tired all during the summer, feeling great for back to school shopping and would have gotten my Christmas shopping done early. I would have been HOT during the freezing months, a had "cankle's" (ankles that look like calf's) hidden by jeans. But now I have another plan.
A baby for May?
It's ON!
I was pregnant, about 8 weeks, and just this week I've had a miscarriage. I am sad and bummed and annoyed and hurting and ticked all at the same time. But mostly I'm sad.
I was due January 30th, and the only thing I was worried about was how was I going to shovel snow off that awfully steep driveway - 8 months pregnant. I was excited to tell my cute sis-in-law, Tierney, who's due just about 2 weeks before I was. Oh well. I was excited that I would have something wonderful to be born in the boring and LONG month of January. Oh well, again.
I have 2 friends who are wanting babies too, and I've told them we are having a race. One friend text ed me "it is ON" That friend is a hoot. She made me laugh right out loud.
When we told the girls we were pregnant, Elasta Girl said: "Does this mean I have to share a room with Roo?" She was sad and said she was going to have to put tape down the middle of the room so her side would stay clean. She was much sadder when I told her that the baby had died.
I had it all planned out. I would have been tired all during the summer, feeling great for back to school shopping and would have gotten my Christmas shopping done early. I would have been HOT during the freezing months, a had "cankle's" (ankles that look like calf's) hidden by jeans. But now I have another plan.
A baby for May?
It's ON!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Un-supervised camera usage...
What happens when you're driving home from somewhere, your 3 year old has a pen and some how you 9 year old has the camera?
You've got a little something in your nose.
That's my girl.
Do other 9 year old's act like this?
How lovely.
How NOT lovely.
Argghhhh!
Oh the HORROR.
Hello, my sister.
That's all folks. Harharhar.
You've got a little something in your nose.
That's my girl.
Do other 9 year old's act like this?
How lovely.
How NOT lovely.
Argghhhh!
Oh the HORROR.
Hello, my sister.
That's all folks. Harharhar.It's just a phase.........right?
Monday, June 15, 2009
It's just so sad....
We brought a bin of Elasta Girl's old clothes out today, to see if any of them would fit Roo.
Elasta Girl started to dig through and found one of her favorite shirts, held it up in front of her and said:
"It's just so sad."
What's even sadder, is that Elasta Girl grew out of said shirt about a year ago, and it's gonna fit Roo in about a year. They are not 2 years apart, they are 5 and a half years apart.
It's just so sad.....
Elasta Girl started to dig through and found one of her favorite shirts, held it up in front of her and said:
"It's just so sad."
What's even sadder, is that Elasta Girl grew out of said shirt about a year ago, and it's gonna fit Roo in about a year. They are not 2 years apart, they are 5 and a half years apart.
It's just so sad.....
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Happy BIRTHDAY Mom...
On this very day my cute mom was born. Just a few years ago. And I am so glad she was.
I only have 2 pictures in all my files of my Mom. Because she's mostly doing this when you see her:
I only have 2 pictures in all my files of my Mom. Because she's mostly doing this when you see her:
She is the ultimate "Camera Monkey" She's forever taking pictures, and she's usually annoying about it, but she always says: "YOU'LL THANK ME LATER" and we always do.
I love my Mom the best of anyone in the whole world. And I'm pretty sure she loves me just the same.
She's the funnest lady I have ever know. I laugh so much when ever we get together. She's always up for lunch, or just bumming with me while we do errands. She's drop anything she's doing to rescue me, play, or even sit on the lawn swings and eat rhubarb. Which is probably my favorite thing to do with her.
She teaches me all sorts of things about being a better, nicer, more compassionate, more loving, more understanding person. Just by the way she lives. She's so great she had people who love her who haven't ever met her. Her blog is VERY popular.
I have always said I can't speak at her funeral because I will be crying to hard to even utter a word. Just my "Moo Cow cry" is all you'd hear out of my mouth. I will be completely crushed if my Mom ever dies. So she mustn't ever do it.
She is so creative, in fact, I can't ever get a word in if Elasta Girl is around my Mom because she is telling her a story. I can't blame her, I still think my stuffed animals get up in the night and have dancing parties, because she told me stories about that all the time.
This is the other picture I have of Mom. It's at Heed and Trisha's wedding. And Roo was not quite one.
My Mom is the best Mom in the whole world. My friend Shan commented on my Mom's blog asking how come it was I got her for a Mom and she didn't? I say it's because I needed her the most. Plus, I'm the coolest.
Mom, I truly, truly love you more than frosting and elbow skins and Gilmore Girls and shoes.
Happy Birthday. Thanks for spending some of it with us.
I haven't found a better party than THESE!
Saturday, June 6, 2009
What I found.....
I was checking to see if I need to water my hanging baskets last night and look what I found.
I actually stuck my finger right in the nest and thought "woah, that soil is bone dry...and packed down."
I actually stuck my finger right in the nest and thought "woah, that soil is bone dry...and packed down."
Here's the Momma (or the Dad) perched on my geranium. She (or he) wasn't to pleased with me.
Nests are popping up in strange places everywhere. My neighbor, Jessica has to leave their grill lid up because every time they put it down, the birds try to build a nest inside.
My other neighbor, Natalie came home from church to find a bird nest built on her wreath on her front door.
And my beauty school friend, Little Jessica has a bird family right on her porch light. They are a little harder to get to than mine.
Up at the tippy top of the picture is the Momma again. She was all sorts of upset I was bothering her.
Now, how am I suppose to water?
My other neighbor, Natalie came home from church to find a bird nest built on her wreath on her front door.
And my beauty school friend, Little Jessica has a bird family right on her porch light. They are a little harder to get to than mine.
Up at the tippy top of the picture is the Momma again. She was all sorts of upset I was bothering her.
Now, how am I suppose to water?
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Who said....
Who said that as soon as summer break started, Roo was to wake up at 6 am EVERY morning? Huh? Who said that?
Whoever did should be shot in the kneecaps.
Who said that I could have a 4th grader? Whoever said that should be whipped.
Who said I could be 35? 35 is OLD. At least I thought that when I was about 10 and my mom and all my friend's moms were 35.
Whoever said THAT is in serious trouble.
Who said my husband could be a morning person? (his mom probably did, but I'm not mad at her.) And be all happy and bright eyed and obnoxious? (his mom is not obnoxious)
Whoever said that should be moving far far away.
Whoever says that I'm grumpy, should not say it out loud.
(If they know what's good for them.)
Whoever did should be shot in the kneecaps.
Who said that I could have a 4th grader? Whoever said that should be whipped.
Who said I could be 35? 35 is OLD. At least I thought that when I was about 10 and my mom and all my friend's moms were 35.
Whoever said THAT is in serious trouble.
Who said my husband could be a morning person? (his mom probably did, but I'm not mad at her.) And be all happy and bright eyed and obnoxious? (his mom is not obnoxious)
Whoever said that should be moving far far away.
Whoever says that I'm grumpy, should not say it out loud.
(If they know what's good for them.)
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
It's all the rage....
Elasta Girl found a Chinese Jump rope in her Easter basket.
She was totally obsessed - for about 2 weeks.
Mr Smith was VERY interested in jumping. What a good sport.
She was totally obsessed - for about 2 weeks.
Roo was more interested in the potato bug she found.
Very interested.
Mr Smith was VERY interested in jumping. What a good sport.
The bug. I think it's dead.
Monday, June 1, 2009
I ordered a LARGE cappuccino...
My friend Shan brought me a present.
It's as big as your head - Bigger actually. It's a planter! And she bought it for me because ( I think) it yelled at her to give it to me. Probably.
This is Shan. I stole this picture from her blog about her new best hair ever. Cute huh? She's a babe.
Shan called the other night and said: "Hillyerie, Can I come over and bring you a present?" What was I suppose to say about that, I tell you? So, she came over. Shan doesn't think my house is far away - like some people. I love that Shan.
Here's a comparison to a regular sized mug. It's as big as your head. And it's still empty. I can't find anything fabulous enough to plant in it.
Perhaps, someone else should come over and bring me a plant. Just a suggestion.
It's as big as your head - Bigger actually. It's a planter! And she bought it for me because ( I think) it yelled at her to give it to me. Probably.
This is Shan. I stole this picture from her blog about her new best hair ever. Cute huh? She's a babe.
Shan called the other night and said: "Hillyerie, Can I come over and bring you a present?" What was I suppose to say about that, I tell you? So, she came over. Shan doesn't think my house is far away - like some people. I love that Shan.
Here's a comparison to a regular sized mug. It's as big as your head. And it's still empty. I can't find anything fabulous enough to plant in it.Perhaps, someone else should come over and bring me a plant. Just a suggestion.
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