On Saturday, we went to my mother’s house to help her decorate for Christmas. The Kids were rooting around in the toy box and found one of my brother’s old cap guns. They were fascinated because we don’t have guns at our house. Except for Nerf guns, but they don’t count. Not that I have anything against guns. I have a hatred for things that give my kids access to possible open flames. Cap guns = potential fire source = BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN!
But I digress.
So, The Kids were totally fascinated by this shiny firearm and fighting over who got to be the gunslinger promptly ensued. To keep everyone from wanting to murder The Kids, we set the timer and each kid got 10 minutes to wield the gun.
The Boy went first.
He shot at everyone a few times and then practiced his holstering techniques for the rest of the time.
Then The Girl went.
“Bang, bang!”
She points the gun at me.
“Bang, bang!”
She points the gun at The Husband.
“Bang, bang!”
She points the gun at The Uncle.
“Bang, bang!”
She points the gun at The Grandma.
“Happy New Years, Grandma! Bang, Bang!”
“But you just shot me! How can I have a Happy New Year if I’ve been shot?”
The Girl pauses for a minute.
“Because, you get to hang out with Jesus for New Years now. You're welcome."
Glad that we spend all those hours at church so The Girl can have a firm grasp on the concept of the afterlife.
12/15/2010
12/08/2010
the good and the bad…
The Good: The Husband’s car is fixed. And it didn’t cost as much to fix as the car shop anticipated.
The Bad: It still cost a thousand bucks more than I had wanted. But I am very grateful that it is fixed and the car should run beautifully for a good long while.
The Good: The Girl went to sleep last night with absolutely no complaints and stayed asleep all night long.
The Bad: The Boy was up and down all night long and kept throwing fits when The Husband and I refused to let him into our room. We have always had a strict “no kids in our bed” policy…why The Boy thinks that I am suddenly going to change my mind on that is beyond me.
The Good: I woke up early this morning.
The Bad: I pulled something in my neck while I was washing my hair and I ended up being almost 20 minutes late to work because I CAN’T RAISE MY ARMS ABOVE MY SHOLDERS! The Husband had to dry and curly my hair. Boy, oh, boy, do I look pretty today. At least I managed to get my makeup on correctly.
The Good: The pregnancy is progressing well.
The Bad: I have to pee. A lot. I am thinking of moving my office to one of the stalls in the ladies’ room. I spend ½ of my time in there anyway. I might as well be able to get some work done while I am taking care of business. I am all about efficiency, you know.
The end.
The Bad: It still cost a thousand bucks more than I had wanted. But I am very grateful that it is fixed and the car should run beautifully for a good long while.
The Good: The Girl went to sleep last night with absolutely no complaints and stayed asleep all night long.
The Bad: The Boy was up and down all night long and kept throwing fits when The Husband and I refused to let him into our room. We have always had a strict “no kids in our bed” policy…why The Boy thinks that I am suddenly going to change my mind on that is beyond me.
The Good: I woke up early this morning.
The Bad: I pulled something in my neck while I was washing my hair and I ended up being almost 20 minutes late to work because I CAN’T RAISE MY ARMS ABOVE MY SHOLDERS! The Husband had to dry and curly my hair. Boy, oh, boy, do I look pretty today. At least I managed to get my makeup on correctly.
The Good: The pregnancy is progressing well.
The Bad: I have to pee. A lot. I am thinking of moving my office to one of the stalls in the ladies’ room. I spend ½ of my time in there anyway. I might as well be able to get some work done while I am taking care of business. I am all about efficiency, you know.
The end.
12/02/2010
everyone laugh with me...
Because if I don't laugh, I am gonna cry.
A lot.
Remember rambling post from Monday where I said it was going to take 2 grand to fix The Husband's car?
And I was irritated about it?
Oh, how I wish I hadn't been irritated.
Because, I think the car took offense and decided that 2 grand wasn't enough money.
Not nearly enough.
The lovely people at the GM Goodwrench store started working on The Husband's car today.
And they found more things wrong than originally anticipated.
Much, much more wrong.
3 grand more wrong to be precise.
Yep.
3 GRAND MORE!
So, let's do some simple math people.
2 grand + 3 grand = 5-freaking-thousand-where-the-hell-am-I-going-to-get-5-freaking-thousand-dollars
I am so going to cry right now.
Really, really cry.
A lot.
Remember rambling post from Monday where I said it was going to take 2 grand to fix The Husband's car?
And I was irritated about it?
Oh, how I wish I hadn't been irritated.
Because, I think the car took offense and decided that 2 grand wasn't enough money.
Not nearly enough.
The lovely people at the GM Goodwrench store started working on The Husband's car today.
And they found more things wrong than originally anticipated.
Much, much more wrong.
3 grand more wrong to be precise.
Yep.
3 GRAND MORE!
So, let's do some simple math people.
2 grand + 3 grand = 5-freaking-thousand-where-the-hell-am-I-going-to-get-5-freaking-thousand-dollars
I am so going to cry right now.
Really, really cry.
12/01/2010
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