Just tripped over the dog and I think I broke my toe. I didn't even utter a profanity this time.
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DH pulled really hard on it. It might have been jammed because it's feeling better. But it's still turning pretty colors. It hurts. Not that bad though.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A toddler's diary ...
1. Insist on ride-on car being charged. "Help" Mommy and Daddy unscrew the seat to access the battery for charging. Completely ignore car today.
2. Stuff banana into toy canteen. Hide it. Proudly present canteen to Mommy once the banana has grown a civilization or a few.
3. Request animal crackers. Eat some. Throw the rest on the floor because it's so offensive to have unwanted food on the table.
4. Ignore comfy couch. Instead, push hard plastic chair into Mommy's foot and sit down hard so the chair gets further shoved into Mommy's foot.
5. Refresh the page while Mommy is typing causing her to have to retype stuff. Twice.
6. Shove various items into the crevice between the two parts of the couch. Also, shove items between the couch and the wall.
7. Rearrange Mommy's carefully gathered ingredients for dinner that she put on the table.
And, speaking of dinner ...
Anyone want a husband? Slightly used. Doesn't listen. Thinks fridge and freezer are synonyms.
I'm making pork chops tonight. Also making chicken legs for DH to munch on over the next few days. Asked him to put the meat in the fridge when he took in the bags a couple days ago. Guess where he put it? Grrrrrr!!!! He takes over cooking on his days off so I had no reason to look in the fridge otherwise I would've noticed the missing meat.
DH pulled really hard on it. It might have been jammed because it's feeling better. But it's still turning pretty colors. It hurts. Not that bad though.
A toddler's diary ... 1. Insist on ride-on car being charged. "Help" Mommy and Daddy unscrew the seat to access the battery for charging. Completely ignore car today. 2. Stuff banana into toy canteen. Hide it. Proudly present canteen to Mommy once the banana has grown a civilization or a few. 3. Request animal crackers. Eat some. Throw the rest on the floor because it's so offensive to have unwanted food on the table. 4. Ignore comfy couch. Instead, push hard plastic chair into Mommy's foot and sit down hard so the chair gets further shoved into Mommy's foot. 5. Refresh the page while Mommy is typing causing her to have to retype stuff. Twice. 6. Shove various items into the crevice between the two parts of the couch. Also, shove items between the couch and the wall. 7. Rearrange Mommy's carefully gathered ingredients for dinner that she put on the table.
And, speaking of dinner ... Anyone want a husband? Slightly used. Doesn't listen. Thinks fridge and freezer are synonyms.
I'm making pork chops tonight. Also making chicken legs for DH to munch on over the next few days. Asked him to put the meat in the fridge when he took in the bags a couple days ago. Guess where he put it? Grrrrrr!!!! He takes over cooking on his days off so I had no reason to look in the fridge otherwise I would've noticed the missing meat.
Aww... babies.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Just tripped over the dog and I think I broke my toe. I didn't even utter a profanity this time.
I said #%_@&%+^ for you!
LOL That's what I usually say.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A toddler's diary ... 1. Insist on ride-on car being charged. "Help" Mommy and Daddy unscrew the seat to access the battery for charging. Completely ignore car today. 2. Stuff banana into toy canteen. Hide it. Proudly present canteen to Mommy once the banana has grown a civilization or a few. 3. Request animal crackers. Eat some. Throw the rest on the floor because it's so offensive to have unwanted food on the table. 4. Ignore comfy couch. Instead, push hard plastic chair into Mommy's foot and sit down hard so the chair gets further shoved into Mommy's foot. 5. Refresh the page while Mommy is typing causing her to have to retype stuff. Twice. 6. Shove various items into the crevice between the two parts of the couch. Also, shove items between the couch and the wall. 7. Rearrange Mommy's carefully gathered ingredients for dinner that she put on the table.
And, speaking of dinner ... Anyone want a husband? Slightly used. Doesn't listen. Thinks fridge and freezer are synonyms.
I'm making pork chops tonight. Also making chicken legs for DH to munch on over the next few days. Asked him to put the meat in the fridge when he took in the bags a couple days ago. Guess where he put it? Grrrrrr!!!! He takes over cooking on his days off so I had no reason to look in the fridge otherwise I would've noticed the missing meat.
Aww... babies.
He's learned how to climb up into his high chair. He enjoys practicing this skill. We have to keep his high chair folded up now.
We have a new kid working for us. 19, from a dysfunctional family. Nice kid.
He's bored and lonely, so we text some. It blows my mind the stuff he just accepts as normal.
Right now he and some friends are having a demo derby.
This is the first night he has left work before ten in who even knows how long. He shows up at five, goes until all hours of the night, no lunch break, no day off.
The last time he slept? No idea, but not last night, and not the night before either.
Last time he ate?
Night before last when I forced some pasta salad on him. No idea when he had eaten before that.
If we tell him to quit working for the day, he generally just goes and does odd jobs for various people around the county. Or goes further afield.
A toddler's diary ... 1. Insist on ride-on car being charged. "Help" Mommy and Daddy unscrew the seat to access the battery for charging. Completely ignore car today. 2. Stuff banana into toy canteen. Hide it. Proudly present canteen to Mommy once the banana has grown a civilization or a few. 3. Request animal crackers. Eat some. Throw the rest on the floor because it's so offensive to have unwanted food on the table. 4. Ignore comfy couch. Instead, push hard plastic chair into Mommy's foot and sit down hard so the chair gets further shoved into Mommy's foot. 5. Refresh the page while Mommy is typing causing her to have to retype stuff. Twice. 6. Shove various items into the crevice between the two parts of the couch. Also, shove items between the couch and the wall. 7. Rearrange Mommy's carefully gathered ingredients for dinner that she put on the table.
And, speaking of dinner ... Anyone want a husband? Slightly used. Doesn't listen. Thinks fridge and freezer are synonyms.
I'm making pork chops tonight. Also making chicken legs for DH to munch on over the next few days. Asked him to put the meat in the fridge when he took in the bags a couple days ago. Guess where he put it? Grrrrrr!!!! He takes over cooking on his days off so I had no reason to look in the fridge otherwise I would've noticed the missing meat.
Aww... babies.
He's learned how to climb up into his high chair. He enjoys practicing this skill. We have to keep his high chair folded up now.
A little advice. Lose the high chair. Get a booster seat. They strap into the chair. So much safer than a high chair at this point.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
We have a new kid working for us. 19, from a dysfunctional family. Nice kid. He's bored and lonely, so we text some. It blows my mind the stuff he just accepts as normal. Right now he and some friends are having a demo derby. This is the first night he has left work before ten in who even knows how long. He shows up at five, goes until all hours of the night, no lunch break, no day off. The last time he slept? No idea, but not last night, and not the night before either. Last time he ate? Night before last when I forced some pasta salad on him. No idea when he had eaten before that. If we tell him to quit working for the day, he generally just goes and does odd jobs for various people around the county. Or goes further afield.
My mother describes him as "Such a caution!"
Dona, I would be worried about that kid. No sleep, no food, doesn't sound right.
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I quilt so I don't kill you.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
The damn dog was laying in the walk way. I tried to step over her and when I did she stood up. Caught me off guard, really easy to do with bad balance due to the knees, and I slammed my toes into the corner of the dresser. Hurt like a mofo.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A toddler's diary ... 1. Insist on ride-on car being charged. "Help" Mommy and Daddy unscrew the seat to access the battery for charging. Completely ignore car today. 2. Stuff banana into toy canteen. Hide it. Proudly present canteen to Mommy once the banana has grown a civilization or a few. 3. Request animal crackers. Eat some. Throw the rest on the floor because it's so offensive to have unwanted food on the table. 4. Ignore comfy couch. Instead, push hard plastic chair into Mommy's foot and sit down hard so the chair gets further shoved into Mommy's foot. 5. Refresh the page while Mommy is typing causing her to have to retype stuff. Twice. 6. Shove various items into the crevice between the two parts of the couch. Also, shove items between the couch and the wall. 7. Rearrange Mommy's carefully gathered ingredients for dinner that she put on the table.
And, speaking of dinner ... Anyone want a husband? Slightly used. Doesn't listen. Thinks fridge and freezer are synonyms.
I'm making pork chops tonight. Also making chicken legs for DH to munch on over the next few days. Asked him to put the meat in the fridge when he took in the bags a couple days ago. Guess where he put it? Grrrrrr!!!! He takes over cooking on his days off so I had no reason to look in the fridge otherwise I would've noticed the missing meat.
Aww... babies.
He's learned how to climb up into his high chair. He enjoys practicing this skill. We have to keep his high chair folded up now.
A little advice. Lose the high chair. Get a booster seat. They strap into the chair. So much safer than a high chair at this point.
We have a booster seat too. Sometimes, we like to eat in front of the TV so he goes in his high chair on those nights. He can climb into and out of the booster seat too.
The damn dog was laying in the walk way. I tried to step over her and when I did she stood up. Caught me off guard, really easy to do with bad balance due to the knees, and I slammed my toes into the corner of the dresser. Hurt like a mofo.
My dog did that. Now my toddler does that. He likes to run between your legs while you're walking too. I hope your toes feel better soon.
A toddler's diary ... 1. Insist on ride-on car being charged. "Help" Mommy and Daddy unscrew the seat to access the battery for charging. Completely ignore car today. 2. Stuff banana into toy canteen. Hide it. Proudly present canteen to Mommy once the banana has grown a civilization or a few. 3. Request animal crackers. Eat some. Throw the rest on the floor because it's so offensive to have unwanted food on the table. 4. Ignore comfy couch. Instead, push hard plastic chair into Mommy's foot and sit down hard so the chair gets further shoved into Mommy's foot. 5. Refresh the page while Mommy is typing causing her to have to retype stuff. Twice. 6. Shove various items into the crevice between the two parts of the couch. Also, shove items between the couch and the wall. 7. Rearrange Mommy's carefully gathered ingredients for dinner that she put on the table.
And, speaking of dinner ... Anyone want a husband? Slightly used. Doesn't listen. Thinks fridge and freezer are synonyms.
I'm making pork chops tonight. Also making chicken legs for DH to munch on over the next few days. Asked him to put the meat in the fridge when he took in the bags a couple days ago. Guess where he put it? Grrrrrr!!!! He takes over cooking on his days off so I had no reason to look in the fridge otherwise I would've noticed the missing meat.
This made me smile!! I want a baby!!!
Not badly enough to have one, just to borrow for a little while.
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Out of all the lies I have told, "just kidding" is my favorite !
The damn dog was laying in the walk way. I tried to step over her and when I did she stood up. Caught me off guard, really easy to do with bad balance due to the knees, and I slammed my toes into the corner of the dresser. Hurt like a mofo.
My dog did that. Now my toddler does that. He likes to run between your legs while you're walking too. I hope your toes feel better soon.
Thanks. I'm sure it will. We have a king size bed and three large dogs. Our bed takes up a lot of room. The dogs take up the rest!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A toddler's diary ... 1. Insist on ride-on car being charged. "Help" Mommy and Daddy unscrew the seat to access the battery for charging. Completely ignore car today. 2. Stuff banana into toy canteen. Hide it. Proudly present canteen to Mommy once the banana has grown a civilization or a few. 3. Request animal crackers. Eat some. Throw the rest on the floor because it's so offensive to have unwanted food on the table. 4. Ignore comfy couch. Instead, push hard plastic chair into Mommy's foot and sit down hard so the chair gets further shoved into Mommy's foot. 5. Refresh the page while Mommy is typing causing her to have to retype stuff. Twice. 6. Shove various items into the crevice between the two parts of the couch. Also, shove items between the couch and the wall. 7. Rearrange Mommy's carefully gathered ingredients for dinner that she put on the table.
And, speaking of dinner ... Anyone want a husband? Slightly used. Doesn't listen. Thinks fridge and freezer are synonyms.
I'm making pork chops tonight. Also making chicken legs for DH to munch on over the next few days. Asked him to put the meat in the fridge when he took in the bags a couple days ago. Guess where he put it? Grrrrrr!!!! He takes over cooking on his days off so I had no reason to look in the fridge otherwise I would've noticed the missing meat.
This made me smile!! I want a baby!!!
Not badly enough to have one, just to borrow for a little while.
You can borrow mine! He's very much into the "ornery ones" and will terrorize anything and everything in his reach.
On another note, dinner got done an hour late. No complaints from he who put the meat in the freezer. I gained another fan of my pork chops. I popped a bite in DS' mouth and his face lit up. DH was ecstatic that I made my biscuits to go along with dinner.
chef, be glad your husband realizes the meat needs defrosting. Every night before we go to bed I say to mine, "What should I take out for dinner tomorrow?" And he replies with, "I'm not worried about now. We'll figure out something tomorrow." Then every day he asks me what's for dinner and I remind him he didn't want to discuss it. Then a panic ensues about taking something out!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
chef, be glad your husband realizes the meat needs defrosting. Every night before we go to bed I say to mine, "What should I take out for dinner tomorrow?" And he replies with, "I'm not worried about now. We'll figure out something tomorrow." Then every day he asks me what's for dinner and I remind him he didn't want to discuss it. Then a panic ensues about taking something out!
LOL! Silly husbands!
You should've seen the look on his face when I asked him to pull the meat out of the fridge. "Um ... uh ... errrrrr ... oops"
chef, be glad your husband realizes the meat needs defrosting. Every night before we go to bed I say to mine, "What should I take out for dinner tomorrow?" And he replies with, "I'm not worried about now. We'll figure out something tomorrow." Then every day he asks me what's for dinner and I remind him he didn't want to discuss it. Then a panic ensues about taking something out!
LOL! Silly husbands!
You should've seen the look on his face when I asked him to pull the meat out of the fridge. "Um ... uh ... errrrrr ... oops"
Every day, SSDD. lol Oh well. You can either roll with it or get mad about it.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
We have a new kid working for us. 19, from a dysfunctional family. Nice kid. He's bored and lonely, so we text some. It blows my mind the stuff he just accepts as normal. Right now he and some friends are having a demo derby. This is the first night he has left work before ten in who even knows how long. He shows up at five, goes until all hours of the night, no lunch break, no day off. The last time he slept? No idea, but not last night, and not the night before either. Last time he ate? Night before last when I forced some pasta salad on him. No idea when he had eaten before that. If we tell him to quit working for the day, he generally just goes and does odd jobs for various people around the county. Or goes further afield.
My mother describes him as "Such a caution!"
Dona, I would be worried about that kid. No sleep, no food, doesn't sound right.
We have a new kid working for us. 19, from a dysfunctional family. Nice kid. He's bored and lonely, so we text some. It blows my mind the stuff he just accepts as normal. Right now he and some friends are having a demo derby. This is the first night he has left work before ten in who even knows how long. He shows up at five, goes until all hours of the night, no lunch break, no day off. The last time he slept? No idea, but not last night, and not the night before either. Last time he ate? Night before last when I forced some pasta salad on him. No idea when he had eaten before that. If we tell him to quit working for the day, he generally just goes and does odd jobs for various people around the county. Or goes further afield.
My mother describes him as "Such a caution!"
Dona, I would be worried about that kid. No sleep, no food, doesn't sound right.
Is he bipolar? Sounds like manic behavior.
flan
I don't know, but this is apparently his MO. All three of his previous bosses gave him a stellar review, but cautioned my dad he might need to 'slow him down a little.'
We have a new kid working for us. 19, from a dysfunctional family. Nice kid. He's bored and lonely, so we text some. It blows my mind the stuff he just accepts as normal. Right now he and some friends are having a demo derby. This is the first night he has left work before ten in who even knows how long. He shows up at five, goes until all hours of the night, no lunch break, no day off. The last time he slept? No idea, but not last night, and not the night before either. Last time he ate? Night before last when I forced some pasta salad on him. No idea when he had eaten before that. If we tell him to quit working for the day, he generally just goes and does odd jobs for various people around the county. Or goes further afield.
My mother describes him as "Such a caution!"
Dona, I would be worried about that kid. No sleep, no food, doesn't sound right.
Is he bipolar? Sounds like manic behavior.
flan
I don't know, but this is apparently his MO. All three of his previous bosses gave him a stellar review, but cautioned my dad he might need to 'slow him down a little.'
Back then, we all thought we could sleep when we were dead. And food was scarfed down on the go.
Oh to have the energy again.
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My DD was very laid back at 19 but my DS was like this for a while. Eventually they learn balance so maybe he'll settle down soon. At least he likes to work. You don't see that in many 19 year old these days.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.