Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Summer break anyone?

Jamo asked me for a sentence for "suggest". I said, "I suggest you get your homework done quickly."

It all went down hill from there. LOL!

( spelling word in caps)

*I'd SUGGEST you stop giving us homework. (underlined multiple times)
*I'm not CAPABLE of doing homework.
*I'm RELUCTANT to do my homework.
*I'm DRIVING to boring school.
*Do I have PERMISSION to stop doing homework?

Hmm, is someone ready for summer break???

Wednesday, May 4, 2011


*Scene - Jamo doing his spelling sentences*

"Mom, what does monthly mean?"
"It is something you do every month."
"What do I do monthly?"

*he shoots down several of my ideas*

...*snickering* "What about cleaning your room?"
"No, that is yearly."

*Scene - Mother and Daughter tea preparation*

"Don't touch that Sugar, it is really hot." (speaking of a curling iron)
"What is that?" (showing my utter lack of primping, my poor 4 yr old doesn't recognize a curling iron)
"It is a curling iron. I'm going to use it to curl your hair."
"Don't touch me with that thing! It will burn me!"
"No, as long as you are careful, it won't hurt you. Your hair won't feel it."

Poor, deprived Sweet Pea.

*Scene - at Mother and Daughter Tea Party*

I have just finished cleaning up the cup of milk Sugar has spilled trying to put a lemon into and the mothers are sharing what the daughters said for the cards. Here is mine from Sugar:

"I love you because we bake cupcakes and you give me kisses and I say, "GROSS!"

And they all laugh, but it is true. Every time I kiss her, she says "GROSS!"

*Scene - at Mother and Daughter Tea Party*

Sugar is up singing with the other kids the song called "Jesus rocks my blues away." I'm sure she was the only one singing, "Jesus rocks my boobs away." *sigh*

Tuesday, May 3, 2011


I know, I know. I've already said I hate this house. Now I have more reasons. As if I didn't have enough already. :o)

Brad decided to fix up the yard now that the sun is out and the temps have warmed up. He was out there for a few hours, mowing the lawn with a push mower, trimming the hedges, etc.

And in thanks for his efforts, he woke up the next morning with a nasty rash down the entire length of his right forearm. When I say nasty, I mean oozing, disgusting, NASTY. Poor boy. And forgive the TMI, but I need to explain. Most nights, Brad sleeps with his arm around me. Yup. I have an itchy, nasty, gross rash along my waist. Oh fun.

I can't believe I survived 2 yrs in this house. And even more, I can't believe I have another year to go. Boo.

Here is your chance to avert your eyes if you'd like to avoid seeing the oozing arm that is actually improved from a week ago. And my poor hip.