Joke of the Day

What does the agnostic, dyslexic, insomniac do?

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Lies awake at night wondering if there is a dog.

I've No Ego Left

This past weekend was a harsh one for my ego.  I don't know that I'll ever recover.

It started with Roland's work Christmas party.  I know, joy, joy, joy!  Ugh, work Christmas parties are the worst!  Second only to high school reunions.  What spouse wants to go?  This year sounded like it might be a better set up so I headed into it with, well, not complete dread.

His company had rented out the whole resort and novel idea, there was childcare.  Whoohoo!  The party didn't start until 7:30 and me being the responsible Mom thought, "Sweet, not much time between party start time and the kids bedtime".  Think about it!  An hour and a half tops?  One if I'm really suffering?  At this point I'm feeling pretty good about the whole situation.

Roland got the kids squared away in the kids room then came back up to our room were we read for awhile then got ready for the party.  I wanted to check in on the kids and make sure this childcare situation was kosher so we popped our heads in.

The little boy sitting next to Aaron asked me repeatedly and very loudly if I was Aaron's grandma.  Made me wonder if what I had decided to wear was severely matronly.  Or, if wearing my hair curly makes me look ancient.  I was feeling really great about walking into the party at this point.

Next ego hit came when the girlfriend of one of Roland's co-workers called me Mrs. Springer.  I wanted to hit her.  I have what 5 years on her?  OK, maybe more like 10 but still!  Mrs?  Really?

Then, and here is the clincher, the next morning we go to IHOP for Breakfast.  They gave the kids the place mats with activities and one was a fill in the story with random words.  You know the ones.  I never liked them, now I have a severe hatred towards them. 

Anyway, one of the words to fill in was 'hair color'.  Aaron looks at me for 10 seconds then tells his Dad "Gray".  I started to cry.  Roland busted a gut.  But, then his shin started hurting.

So, I'm Mrs. Grandma Gray Hair.

Bad weekend.  Really, really bad....

12 Days of Pictures - Day 12

How do you end something like this?  My first thought was to attach pictures of all the people who have meant so much to us over the years.  20 something pictures and 2 hours later, with no end in sight, I abandoned that idea.  You're much to numerous. 

So, I'm going with 12 of my semi-favorite pictures from 2010.  Most of my favorites I've already used in previous posts so I dug up 12 you've not seen.

Thanks for sharing 2010 with us. 

12 Days of Pictures - Day 11

Did you know that Roland is first generation American on his Dad's side?  Here we're celebrating the kid's Austrian heritage.  And here's a little secret about me;  I cannot, for the life of me, understand accents.  Doesn't matter where the person is from if they've an accent you can be pretty sure that I'll have trouble following the conversation.  So, I've had many an interesting conversation with Roland's Dad.

Note to Self

I interrupt my 12 Days of Pictures to bring you a little wisdom that I just learned.

**Don't feed your child tomato soup if the stomach flu is going around your circle of friends

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**Cleaning up the resulting mess isn't so gross if you do it in semi-darkness.

Just thought you'd like to know for future reference.

12 Days of Pictures - Day 10

This summer Aaron climbed his first peak, Mount Baldy, in Utah.  Roland was rather proud and even ordered a medal to mark the occasion.

12 Days of Pictures - Day 9

ROCK! 

12 Days of Pictures - Day 8

Roland likes to tease kids.  I know this is news to you, but it's true.  In this pix he put Aaron's onesie on upside down and came up with this great look.

12 Days of Pictures - Day 7

I do not think it's possible to feed a child without opening your own mouth.  We all do it.  Even children feeding children.

12 Days of Pictures - Day 6

I'll let you figure this one out on your own.



12 Days of Pictures - Day 5

I don't know about you, but I always thought the leaning tower of Pisa was a lot taller.



12 Days of Pictures - Day 4

Time flies!

12 Days of Pictures - Day 3

We thought Peter would enjoy his first trip to an amusement park.  We were wrong.  Very, very wrong. 

12 Days of Pictures - Day 2

Peter is a tender little soul.  He doesn't like loud noise and he'll go into hiding if things get too loud.  (Something I've been known to do too).  Since we were on a loud train with no where to hide he got some help from his Dad.

12 Days of Pictures - Day 1

Yesterday Aaron and I were looking through our picture archive.  So, I decided to do 12 Days of Favorite Pictures.

Here's the first;  While I was off doing something downstairs the kids stripped and got out all the ice cream.  Peter knows he's not supposed to be on the table and eating in our undies isn't on the list of manners we're learning.  Guess Mom's rules don't apply when Mom isn't around.  

Partners in Crime.