Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Dammit, I Hate It When This Happens..
Well, here I was all set to ignore the old blog for another month (although I have been enjoying all the comments!) and I get an email from Matthew asking me what happened to Cathy in the Wright.
Apparently, Matthew, I'm going to starve it to death. But thank you for asking.
My sister was asking about my lack of posting, and I suggested to her that we put forth a joint effort. Now that she has finally rejoined the 21st century with an internet connection. She's a former MN state trooper and a mom...so she's got excellent stories to share. We shall see.
In the mean time, thank you all for stopping by to check. And Chris - the temperature today warmed up to -8 degrees when I took the kids to school this morning, so you and your over-worked furnace can [edited for PG content].
Apparently, Matthew, I'm going to starve it to death. But thank you for asking.
My sister was asking about my lack of posting, and I suggested to her that we put forth a joint effort. Now that she has finally rejoined the 21st century with an internet connection. She's a former MN state trooper and a mom...so she's got excellent stories to share. We shall see.
In the mean time, thank you all for stopping by to check. And Chris - the temperature today warmed up to -8 degrees when I took the kids to school this morning, so you and your over-worked furnace can [edited for PG content].
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Cue The Banjo Music
My husband bought a shirt the other day. The shirt does not have buttons. It has...snaps.
You will never know how hard it was for me to write that.
Snaps. I can only imagine what wardrobe horrors await me in the near future. I'm sure it will probably include jumpsuits.
There is no way I can let him out of the house wearing that shirt. And he's so damn proud of it, too. To prevent everlasting shame from descending upon the family name, I need to act.
I foresee a horrible accident in which the Maytag singles out and shreds the snap shirt.
You will never know how hard it was for me to write that.
Snaps. I can only imagine what wardrobe horrors await me in the near future. I'm sure it will probably include jumpsuits.
There is no way I can let him out of the house wearing that shirt. And he's so damn proud of it, too. To prevent everlasting shame from descending upon the family name, I need to act.
I foresee a horrible accident in which the Maytag singles out and shreds the snap shirt.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
New Year's Resolution Shot To Hell In Less Than Two Days
Well. I was going to suprise you all. 2008! The Year of the Return of the Blog! Every day a post!
On the bright side...the Better Diet and More Exercise resolutions are feeling a lot less pressure to perform.
I hope you all had great holidays. We here at The Outpost capped our festivities with an ear infection, pink eye, and flu for everyone. The end result was Christmas Eve and Christmas Day spent hanging out in our pajamas, raiding the fridge for whatever we could find, and not talking to anyone.
One of the finest holidays on record. Next year, I may take the kids and go hang out in the lobby of our doctor's office and see if we can't have a repeat performance.
I guess I would have to say life is back to fairly normal now. The kids went back to school today. The dog is sleeping at my feet. I'm avoiding stuff I need to do. Right on par.
Oh. Wait. Here's a great story. Last night I let the boys each pick out their own individual-sized pizza for dinner. The Governor went with the fool-proof pepperoni. The Senator branched out and went with sausage and mushroom. Later in the evening, The Senator impressed us all with a lengthy and loud burst of gas. He turned his head back over his shoulder, took a deep sniff, and said, "Mmmmmmm....mushrooms."
There. Now we're back to normal.
Hope you all had a terrific Christmas. Oh...and Chris? It's 14 degrees outside right now with about a 30 mph wind. I hate you.
On the bright side...the Better Diet and More Exercise resolutions are feeling a lot less pressure to perform.
I hope you all had great holidays. We here at The Outpost capped our festivities with an ear infection, pink eye, and flu for everyone. The end result was Christmas Eve and Christmas Day spent hanging out in our pajamas, raiding the fridge for whatever we could find, and not talking to anyone.
One of the finest holidays on record. Next year, I may take the kids and go hang out in the lobby of our doctor's office and see if we can't have a repeat performance.
I guess I would have to say life is back to fairly normal now. The kids went back to school today. The dog is sleeping at my feet. I'm avoiding stuff I need to do. Right on par.
Oh. Wait. Here's a great story. Last night I let the boys each pick out their own individual-sized pizza for dinner. The Governor went with the fool-proof pepperoni. The Senator branched out and went with sausage and mushroom. Later in the evening, The Senator impressed us all with a lengthy and loud burst of gas. He turned his head back over his shoulder, took a deep sniff, and said, "Mmmmmmm....mushrooms."
There. Now we're back to normal.
Hope you all had a terrific Christmas. Oh...and Chris? It's 14 degrees outside right now with about a 30 mph wind. I hate you.
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