Monday, December 31, 2007

The Year Of Kindness

Walking into the kitchen I say to the family:
"This is the year of kindness."

Lollie: "What did you say?" with her nose all wrinkled in a believable way.

Me: "I said, This is the year of kindness."

Lollie: "I didn't hear you, what did you say?"

Me very much at the top of my voice: "I SAID THIS IS THE YEAR OF KINDNESS"

Lollie: "Well you didn't sound very kind just now"

I can play her game... I said: "I'm just giving the warning... it starts in 2008."

What does sober mean to you?

We were in the kitchen talking about our wedding and weather man dad says: "And I was even sober!"

Lollie (10) spouts out: "Wow, that's amazing!"

She's trying out sarcasm and everynow and then she gets it just right... but this surprised us a bit. I said: "Do you even know what sober means?"

Lollie: "Yes."

Me: "What does it mean then?"

Lollie: "Serious."

I thought we were going to die laughing... she used her sarcasm very well if I don't say so myself.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

How can you argue with THAT!!!

Location: Joann's

Me: "Lollie and Martha, Could you walk around that side of the aisle and watch Lil Crazy Lady."

Martha: "Lil Crazy Lady, I think your mom wants you to come over to the cart."

Lil Crazy Lady: "No boss me!"

Martha: "I'm not your boss?"

Lil Crazy Lady: "Yes!"

Martha: "Who is your boss then?"

Lil Crazy Lady: "Jesus!"

All right then!

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Language Development

As we are riding in the elevator to get to the Paramount Theater, l'il Crazy Lady belts out:
"Look, penquins!"

We looked.... and yes... there they were.....

Pigeons.


The words are coming.....



Later the same day...
From the bathroom....same child, "Mere.....Mere please." translation=Come here please
I go to the door.
"More napkins."

ahhh yes.... we were out of toilet paper.
Never mind we almost never buy napkins so why she substituted napkins for toilet paper was a mystery to me.....nonetheless. cute.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Funny Mommy

Boy: (Pointing to the baby bathtub hanging in the upstairs shower): Why is this hanging here?
Me: That is where we keep the baby bathtub.
Boy: Why?
Me: So that we can use it if we need it.
Boy: Who would need it?
Me: A baby.
Boy: What baby?
Me: Any baby.
Boy: Like if a baby was at our house.
Me: Sure if a baby was at our house, his mom could use it for the baby.
Boy: But we aren't going to have a baby at our house are we?
Me: I don't know, maybe.
Me: Maybe it would be for a baby that we would have.
Boy: Us? (Sounding surprised) You're funny mommy.
Me: Don't you like babies?
Boy: Well sure... but.... you're funny mommy.

Like it would be totally funny to have another baby....
(No I'm not pregnant) But seriously... why does he think this is soooo funny?

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

All the rhetorical questions I've asked today

even though James Dobson said, "Don't ask your children rhetorical questions."

Whose shoes are these?
Why are the cereal dishes on the table?
Who let the dog out? (No seriously... I asked that... not a funny song at our house.)
Why does the dog stink?
What is the dog covered in?
What did the dog roll in?
Who is going to give the dog a bath?
Where is her father?

Are you doing your school work?
What do you do when you are done with that subject?
Who was in the "teachers only" cabinet?
Who made this mess?
Wasn't the school room clean when we started?
Then why do you think we can leave it this way?
Are you being helpful?
Do you like to work all by yourself?

Don't you think I should be able to go to the bathroom by myself?
Don't you think even moms need a minute of privacy?
When I'm on the phone, don't you think it would be a good time to not play the harmonica?

Do we chew with our mouth open?
Do we need to make those noises at the table?
Do we need a reminder to not make those noises at the table?
What do you mean you can't help it?
Why don't we make those noises at the table?
When can we make those noises?
Are you serious?

Are you getting your pajamas on?
Are you brushing your teeth?
Is your room clean?
Why is Aiden screaming?
Are you being careful?
Are you being thoughtful?
Are you trying to drive me crazy?

Have I lost my mind?
How did I aquire so much laundry?
When did this happen?
Wasn't I going to stay organized this week?
Where is my brain?
Why don't these jeans fit?
Where did the time go?

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Or ends like this...

Ok, I'll admit it. I have trouble deciding that it is my bedtime. I'm a night owl. The house is quiet. The night seems endless. There are so many hours before the next day that seem waisted if I just go to bed. There is so much I want to do. I want to sew, crochet, read, talk with my husband, put pictures in albums, read blogs, check etsy, organize my junk drawer....

Last night was my night to spend alone time with my oldest daughter. We play rummikub and then crochet while we watch Supernanny. Well- supernanny was interrupted with the Elk River/Otsego tornado so we sat and looked at etsy listings for awhile when the power went out!!! Nice that my computer has a 2 hour battery- but for some reason we decided that even though it was 10- a reasonable time to go to bed- we needed to collect all the flashlights, light some candles and play more rummikub.

Husband comes home from his meeting to tell us we cannot crochet by the candle- such a party pooper. We send "Lollie" (youngest daughter's name for big sister) off to bed and sit and talk for awhile- waiting for the lights to come back on. We can't go to bed while the electricity is off. Somewhere around 12:30 we decide that we might have to go to bed without our nightly edition of mythbusters or Law and Order. We get ready for bed, don't flush the toilet, (gross), we are just drifting off and I hear the buzz of the electricity flowing back into the house. Instead of a reassuring calmness- I'm zapped with this intense brightness and noise!!!!!!AAAAAAhhhhhh!!!
All the lights in the house are on- including the 3 in bedroom!!! The radio, the lights, the monitor, the printer, the microwave, the computer....... They all give their little restart beeps and toots to let us know we have returned to civilization!!!

and so we can after all fall asleep learning about geese flying into jet engines......
another late night.

Thankfully tonight God sent me an email telling me it was time to go to bed...... I better listen. I'm a little late already.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

When the day starts out like this....

"KRISTA!!!!!!!!!"
"KRISTA..... CAN YOU COME IN HERE!!!"
Did I mention that it was 5:30 AM !!!! After only 3 1/2 hours of sleep this is still the middle of the night!!! My husband (name to be chosen later) is yelling for me from the bathroom. I happily arise from my slumber to discover that he has chosen to shave his head and is upset because he has just experienced the ice cold water coming from the shower because apparently the gas tank is empty and we no longer have warm water. (But we do not know this yet.) I help him get rid of the hair that is sticking to his back and neck and climb back into my warm bed.



Only to come across the note in the kitchen 3 hours later... "Call Goco-we are out of gas." Well at least we know why we didn't have warm water. Goco delivers liquid propane to our house- more frequently in the winter, not so much in the summer for obvious reasons. One call to Goco reminds me that they have sold out to another company which lets me know that I did not return their contract that they sent me last week so because of that they will charge me a $75 fee for a special trip and $30 for a leaks test because we are out of gas and it is state law to do the test" Welll.... what a nice howdy do for a new customer.
After a convincing conversation of "Didn't Goco tell you what customers were on keep fill- like us? We didn't empty out the tank in the time the contract was sitting on my desk"... it is only suppose to get to 30% before they come fill.

I go back to the kitchen to check on the littlest boy- named Punchee for having a strong left hook at the ripe age of 2 weeks- eating all the leftover cereal milk- did I say eating, I meant drinking from all the bowls on the kitchen table from the other crazy kids. Nice mess.

I smell gas

I'll get to the point

7 calls to a friend
4 calls to city hall to find a Fire Fighter that could bring a meter out to the house
several attemped evacuations (should I open doors, should I answer that call, should I grab Lil Crazy Lady's blanket...
1 Fire Fighter with little experience comes
2 Lakes Area Gas People Come
Several calls from husband
1 Appliance guy comes
several calls from fire fighters

and we have a small gas leak in the valve to the stove- which caused the horrible odor from the empty LP tank. Because of low pressure the tank was emitting a lot of vapor- and was coming out the leak in the stove. We have the gas turned off to the stove. Thermador gets no points from us!!!

WHEW!!!
What a morning!
Thanks friend, thanks gas people, thanks firefighters, thanks husband, thanks appliance guy
no thanks thermador

Blogging Real Time

My first attempt at a blog was fun...but I had trouble coming up with enough supportive data to each topic I wanted to discuss in a monologue. So as ideas and topics come to mind I will continue to use my 30,000 words blogspot to express my self- but I found myself laughing at many "bloggable" momments in a day so I decided to start a blog about the theatrical events that occur in my awake hours.
Enjoy!