A Conversation with Keith

•November 5, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Keith: “What year were we married?”

Me: (evil death stare)

Keith: “2003! 2003, right?”

Me: (begins to giggle uncontrollably)

Keith: “No, no, no…it was 2001, wasn’t it?”

Me: “Really honey? Really? 2001?”

Keith: “Ummm….1996! Yes! It was 1996!”

Me: (eyebrow-raise followed by more death stare)

***silence***

Me: “What year is it?”

Keith: “2009.”

Me: “And what anniversary did we just celebrate?”

Keith: “Our tenth.”

*more silence*

Me: “So subtract ten years.”

*audible sounds of wheels turning*

Keith: “1999! It was 1999!”

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Keith: “And we got married on…the second?”

The End

A Typical Conversation With Asher

•August 25, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Asher: “I want somepin ta eat, Mama. I want somepin ta eat.”

Me: “Okay.” (fixes him something to eat)

(a couple of minutes later)

Asher: “I can’t pay Mario Kart Wii EFFER, Mama.”

Me: “You can’t? Why?”

Asher: “I can’t push A. I can’t go tha moworcycle, Mama. Is broken.”

Me: “Broken, huh?”

Asher: “Yeah.”

(a couple of minutes later…)

Asher: “I burp. I burp, Mama. I BURP! Okay, Mama?”

Me: “Okay. Excuse you.”

Asher: “Scoo me! …Where my sticker, Mama? Where my sticker? Where my sticker? Where my sticker? Where my sticker? Where my sticker?”

Me: “I DON’T KNOW.”

Asher: “Here is, Mama! Here is! I find it! See, Mama? See? Look me, Mama! LOOK ME!”

Me: “Okay! Yay! You found it!”

(a couple of minutes later…)

Asher: “Here you phone, Mama. Here, Mama. Here you phone. Okay, Mama?”

Me: “Thank you.”

Asher: “I hungy, Mama. I want somepin ta eat. Okay, Mama? Okay?”

Me: “You just had something to eat.”

Asher: “I want somepin ta eat, Mama. I want somepin ta eat. I want somepin ta eat, Mama.”

Me: “Hang on a second, let me finish typing this blog po-”

Asher: “I want somepin ta eat, Mama. I want somepin ta eat. I want somepin ta eat, Mama. I want somepin ta eat. I want somepin ta eat, Mama. I want somepin ta eat. I want somepin ta eat, Mama. I want somepin ta eat. I want somepin ta eat, Mama……”

Watching a commercial for Easter candy

•April 9, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Gabriel: “What are those?”
Me: “Peeps.”
Gabriel: “What are peeps?”
Me: “Those.”

Just doing my motherly duty and making sure my kids hate me by the time they are teenagers.

I got nothin’.

•April 5, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I’m sleepy, lazy, tired. Not much to say other than that. I feel like I’m kind of in limbo right now; waiting for my life to really get going this fall when I start school. After that it will be non-stop for a long time, so I guess I should enjoy this as much as I can. Two years of school, then hopefully we will move, then I’ll start working, then start the sonography program. Not to mention things with the boys are getting busier as they get older. My life won’t slow down for a while.

Is it bad that the thought of that scares me to death?

Buh-bye MySpace!

•April 1, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I feel better now.

I’m trying to come up with a joke to play on someone for April Fool’s, but I can’t think of anything. I might try something on the twins. Hmmm…

Thinking about…

•March 27, 2009 • Leave a Comment

…deleting my MySpace. There are some blog entries over there that I would like to keep though. I might do Ye Ole Copy ‘n Paste to this here blog, and then get on with the deletion. Yes, I do believe that is what I shall do.

I hate starting these things…

•February 19, 2009 • Leave a Comment

…so I’m not going to. I’m just going to jump right in. Oh, yes, I deleted everything else. I’m going to try this again, start over, blah blah blah. Wheeee!

Friday Haiku

•May 9, 2008 • Comments Off

My toddler he screams
People at the zoo all stare
Call CPS jerks

Poop poop diaper poop
Poop pee poop more poop pee poop
Yes this is my life

Preschool almost done
Boys will be home all summer
I’m in big trouble

Still nursing toddler
People turn up their noses
Get over yourselves

Mother’s Day coming
I dream of sleeping past six
Hahahahaha

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