Wednesday, February 14, 2007

I know why you don't comment

I couldn't figure it out. So I signed out of blogger, went back to my blog as a visitor, and clicked on "comment". So you have to sign in. And in order to sign in, you have to use your google or your blogger sign-in. Oh, dear. And there's no link to click to create a user i.d. if you don't already have one. There are knots in your stomach. The room starts spinning. Wasn't it enough that you typed in the address from scratch again because you don't know how to manage your bookmarks?

Here's what you do. If you have a google account, use that i.d. If you have a gmail account, use whatever comes before "@gmail.com" as your username, and your gmail password as your password.

Okay, if you don't have a google account, create one. Go to google.com and click "sign in". Then click "create an account now". Take a deep breath, it's gonna be okay. All you have to do is enter your current email address and then make up a password. Oh, and then you have to enter the crazy word verification letters as they are shown on the screen. Don't hyperventilate. It's just so that someone can't program their computer to create multiple accounts without a live person doing the work. Another post on just that coming soon.

So, you've created your google account, congratulations! You may put the paper bag away, you can be done hyperventilating. Now you can comment all day long on my blog. I know you're there. I have "statcounter". I can see that you are visiting ... I just don't know who you are!

Is it lame to beg for comments? Because I'm not proud. I'm shameless, in fact. Show me some love!!!

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

My Two Year Old Threw Me Under the Bus



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We were on our way out to eat Sunday night (all six of us) but first we had to stop at SuperTarget and pick up a prescription. John dropped me off at the door and circled the parking lot while I ran in. While I was inside, he aske Mitchell, "Where'd Mommy go?"

To which Mitchell replied, "Ummmm. Get coffee!!!"

Oh, yes. He ratted me out. John was not supposed to know that every time he sees a "Target" charge for $4.37 that it is a Grande Half-Caf, Extra Hot Peppermint Mocha.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Photo Booth

Ohhh, I haven't laughed this hard in quite some time.

Funny things

Funny conversations

Crissy: (enter holding crying baby)
Jack: Charlotte is really sensible (sensitive) this morning.

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Scene ... Jack and Holly Grace at the kitchen table. John is on his way home from a week-long business trip. They are making welcome home cards for John.

John: (Entering the room) Hey, guys!
Jack: No, Daddy! We're not done yet!!!
John (shrugs and heads outside)
Crissy: How's that for a "welcome home?"

Cards are presented to John. Pink hearts with fancy-scissor-trimmed edges. Writing on Holly's (done by Jack):
"Welcome Homo Daddy!"

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Holly Grace: Talk to me some more about what happened at school today, Mommy.
Crissy: Don't you think you should talk to me? After all, you were the one who was there!
Holly Grace: I can't renember!

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Sam's Mom: (picking up the kids from school) Okay, everybody, let's hold hands in the parking lot!
Holly Grace: I'm a hooker!

And I get this...

John's away overnight on a business trip. Here's the email he sent me at 7:22 p.m.

(subject)
Guess who is sitting at the table next to me

(body)
George Clooney.

At 7:22 p.m. I was wrestling the Elmo Spinbrush away from a toddler while a 4 year-old and 7 year-old were SUPPOSED to be brushing their own teeth. While my husband was eating a dinner in a nice restaurant. One table away. From. George. Clooney.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

"Small Laundry Rooms that Work"



"Small laundry rooms have a big job to do. A well–designed space with clever furniture choices and creative storage is the key to making it both efficient and clutter-free."





Okay, so this is on the "Big Ideas for Small Spaces" page at PotteryBarn.com. Um, hello. I don't have a teeny laundry room, but it can be a tight squeeze when there are six loads of laundry in the queue (on the floor) and we're trying to get out the door to the garage. So, I clicked on the link, thinking I would get some helpful hints on how to organize my laundry room, since the sink is always NOT full of babyclothes soaking, or dirty mop water, or some other item you might expect to find in a laundry room sink.

Instead, it's full of:
1. Pharoah costume, bagged up and ready to be returned to the person from whom we borrowed it for Jack's Egyptian Festival at school.
2. Tuff Stuff (carpet cleaner), since it belongs in the cabinet below the sink. Said cabinet is locked with a magnetic Tot-Lok for the protection of the children in our house who might like the taste of various cleaning products. However, when the "key" disappears from any other room in the house, I always snag the laundry room one since it doesn't see a lot of action. Also, John constantly has a pair of shoes in front of this cabinet. Usually it's flip-flops, but if I happen to get off my hiney and move those to the closet, he promptly replaces them with another pair. If you were to ask him, he would have no idea that he does this. It's just as if there's some primal need to put muddy shoes in front of that cabinet. So I really can't hold it against him.
3. Preschool artwork - currently a snowflake made of Honeycombs glued on a snowflake outline on blue paper. Really, most of the time I take these straight out to the trash, unless it's one we want to display in the game room. Why did this one happen to make it all the way into the house? I don't know. Perhaps said preschooler had her eye on me when exiting the car, and I couldn't make a beeline for the trashcan. (Don't get me wrong here - I love the preschool she goes to - and she has a blast and learns alot, but the sheer volume of papers and art projects in this house are mind-boggling, so we only save the very best!)
4. Hat from the Spanish TV station Jack's Cub Scout Den toured last weekend. It didn't even make it the additional four feet to the coat/hat/shoe closet.

So, Pottery Barn, if you are going to give me some tips on making the most of a small laundry space, can you please illustrate with a SMALL LAUNDRY SPACE??? Instead of a photo of a palacial laundry room with a built-in space for the washer/dryer? Seriously, if you have a space that is large enough to be making "clever furniture choices" about, then you do not have a small laundry space. By the way, dear readers, if you have a laundry room that looks like this one, raise your hand. Raise it high ... you should be proud.

"Small Laundry Rooms that Work".

Wait, do you hear that?

Yes.

It's the sound of me laughing hysterically.