Sitting on the sun-flooded back porch, sipping coffee and enjoying the still humidity-less atmosphere, I see the Beagle approach. Shortly before he gets to my chair he lowers his head and barfs up some bile.
Continue reading “Idle with bursts of forward propulsion”
One day long ago, back in the olden days, I went to IKEA and purchased 5 sets of three scissors.
Continue reading “Unsolvable domestic mysteries”
I did something last night that had me shudder in disgust. 😵 So naturally I have to share it with you. 🙃
I dare you to do the following:
Continue reading “I dare you to try this”I have a new boyfriend. 😉 Continue reading “The new boyfriend”
The title is a hint.
I’m in a horrible mood. 😡😤😵
Continue reading “Far away”
My three glass birds on my window were down to two yesterday morning. My cardinal fell down and broke.
Perhaps this should have warned me about my upcoming day.
Encourage her artistic creativity, they say.
Let her bake and cook if she wants to, they say.
What they don’t say is how to get her to clean up. What they don’t offer is to come over and clean up for, or even with her. Oh no, they just want to see a child in her peak creativity mode. Admire her crafts and eat her baked products.
It has occurred to me that what I say and what kids hear is not the same.
Surprise! I bet you didn’t know that… 😉
It appears to me that they have different interpretations of my spoken word. A brief conversation with a grade 8 teacher on a non-related matter, over email, tells me I am not alone. Ha.
I don’t get it though. I think I’m very clear when I speak… 🙃
I am trying to teach people in my household about the courtesy flush. It’s not working. This is a small house. 🙄 Seriously considering getting an outhouse put in the backyard. Then I can send them to the loo with a roll of TP and that’s that. Does Amazon sell that? 😉 Continue reading First world problems: indoor plumbing
I think I’m ready.
Ready for them all to go back to their regular routine, out of the house, so I can get back to mine.
(Sorry, I just don’t have anything else on my brain at the moment…regular writing will resume next week.)
Face it: minimalism in a family with kids is about as far away from possible as Fiji is from Canada.
Which doesn’t mean you shouldn’t attempt it.
Ha.
I amuse myself.
Ha ha ha.
I feel like an apocalyptic survivor.
There is a non-working fridge in my kitchen, kids’ activity schedules are ridiculously busy, the cars are on the verge of needing minor or major repairs, and all my food is in coolers on the back porch.
Of course it’s raining cats and dogs. Continue reading “Spoiled and spring-cleaning”
Well, here’s one example…
This is one of four full bins which resided on my very long driveway along the northern house wall for several months. But before you think we’re a bunch of hopeless boozers, let it be know that these bins date back to before Christmas. I was simply too lazy to drag the empties to the Beer store where returns for funds can be made, and so the bins accumulated.
🙄
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