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August 22nd, 2007 · 7 Comments

  • My kids have joined forces in chipping away at any glimmer of hope I may have that my new exercise and healthy eating program is having any effect. Aside from what The Boy said the other day, The Girl has added her own little knife jab in my (apparently, still flabby) side. While rummaging through a basket of my laundry, she began pulling out pairs of my underwear. “Oh here, wear these today!” she held up a pair. And then, “Wow! These are HUGE!” Yeah, thanks for that.
  • Our neighbors across the street are moving suddenly….like tomorrow. This is terrible news for The Boy. His friend. His buddy. His guy. Moving. That leaves only the kid who sometimes wants to be The Boy’s friend, and then other times bullies and mocks him. I’m very bummed at this whole prospect.
  • The Husband secures his place as The Best Husband Ever by doing the bulk of the grocery shopping. I make the list…he goes. And he usually takes The Girl. Brave man. I so appreciate the fact that he does this, but I continue to remain perplexed by the fact that it takes him a good 2.5 to 3 hours to do this. What in the world could take so long at the grocery store? I mean he’s not the fastest mover in general, but, wow. But….I had a few hours free of Barbies and ponies….and he brought home Skinny Cow mint chocolate ice cream sandwiches. Yum. I think I’ll keep him.
  • I’m taking The Girl to an introductory Tae Kwon Do lesson tomorrow. Should be interesting.
  • Sitting in my kitchen tonight, I was struck with that feeling that this can not possibly be my life. When did I get so old? What prompted this? I have things on top of my kitchen cabinets. You know, decorative things. My cabinets have baskets and canisters of uncooked pasta on top of them. Again, when did I get so old? House in the suburbs. Two kids. SUV. Crap on top of my cabinets.

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7 responses so far ↓

  • 1 The Sarah // Aug 22, 2007 at 10:05 am

    The Girls is taking Tae Kwon Do lessons?

    So maybe she’s gonna be supermodel during daytime, superheroine at night?

    I’m just wondering where you will get the pink tae kwon do suit from…since I’m sure she’ll want one.

  • 2 Mrs. Chicken // Aug 22, 2007 at 1:29 pm

    Your last bullet - uhhhhhh. YEAH! I feel the same.

    So much the same.

  • 3 Kimberly // Aug 22, 2007 at 2:35 pm

    Rule # 26: If family member makes mention of how large anyone’s underwear is, they must wear that pair on their head for 1 hour.

  • 4 CamiKaos // Aug 22, 2007 at 3:55 pm

    I am seriously considering signing my girl up for Tae Kwon Do.

    I can’t wait to hear how that goes.

  • 5 kellypea // Aug 22, 2007 at 4:25 pm

    Responses to driblets…
    1. I want to be a Skinny Cow when I grow up.
    2. Is the stuff on your counters chic? You know — none of those clay figures that grow grass…
    3. I take 2-3 hours to go to the store, too. That way I don’t have to work.
    4. I just sorted through my undie drawer yesterday and threw out the Big Girl undies I wore after my surgery. You haven’t seen big until you’ve seen these…
    5. I’m back to the counters. It means you’re old if there’s stuff on them? I didn’t get that email.

  • 6 kellypea // Aug 22, 2007 at 7:23 pm

    Ohhhhhhhh…..CAB-inets. Uh, my glasses aren’t strong enough? I’m feeble brained? And I finally remembered they’re called Chia Pets, and yes all of my boys had one. Isn’t that required for childhood?

  • 7 Cakehead // Aug 25, 2007 at 4:30 pm

    I don’t have an SUV, or a house in the suburbs. But I have crap on top of my cabinets.

    I like Kimberly’s rule 26. hehee

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