OMG I just walked into Wishy’s bedroom! Wish is a wonderful daughter and sweet as can be, but is a messy girl. I’m not talking about her appearance. She always looks good and that totally amazes me when I look at her room. How does she manage to get dressed in the morning? She might have a system that I just don’t understand. Maybe the clothes on the floor tell her that she has worn those and to choose something else, and the clothes on the bed and chair are future possibilities. And the clothes over the door…and the clothes falling out of her bureau...and the clothes hanging from the lamp…well, I haven’t figured out her whole system yet.
What is it about teenagers that they can’t put anything away, or hang anything up? Wishy used to make her bed when she was in elementary school. I used to think BigC was Queen of Mess…but Wishy took her crown away a long time ago. Once I took pictures of all her crapola strewn around her room and made a poster. I posted it on the refrigerator door: “Wanted: Someone to clean this room. Reward: to any one who will clean-up this mess.” It worked…her friends offered to clean her room.
I have to tell myself not to go into her messy kingdom…keep walking Kat. In spite of all the begging, reprimanding, and public humiliation….Wishy is happy to continue to reign as Queen of Mess. I need to invite a few of her royal subjects over here…where is that reward poster?
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Just...Rubbish!
There is no accent cooler than an English accent. The reason that green gecko on the GEICO commercials works is because his accent makes him charming and gives him credibility. The American accent doesn’t stand a chance next to the English accent. When an American says, “pass the ketchup”, it sounds so pedestrian… but when a Brit says the same thing …Presto, the ketchup is now a fine reserve condiment. The person is seen as intelligent, and charismatic …just like our green gecko friend.
For some people, accents are easy to pick up. (Just listen to Madonna who is from Michigan.) I have to watch myself around my English friend. I don’t want it to seem like I am mocking her…I actually love her accent. But if I am not careful, within 45 minutes I am sounding like the late Margaret Thatcher.
Some English people never loose their accent…even after living here for 25 years. Maybe they play a tape over and over while they are sleeping : “I am feeling peckish. That food looks scrummy. I watch the telly whilst lying on the settee.”
It is funny how the English and Americans speak the same language, but use different English words for the same thing… holiday is a vacation, lift is an elevator, vest is an undershirt. And my favorite…Hooters are noses. (Interesting) If a man is said to be wearing pants and suspenders, the English picture him wearing underwear and a garter belt. (Very Interesting)
As far as accents go, I am hanging around English folks from now on… …that way I will sound more sophisticated...“Sorry to trouble you madam, however, I am in dire need of your loo.” So much better than…“Hey lady, where’s your can?”
For some people, accents are easy to pick up. (Just listen to Madonna who is from Michigan.) I have to watch myself around my English friend. I don’t want it to seem like I am mocking her…I actually love her accent. But if I am not careful, within 45 minutes I am sounding like the late Margaret Thatcher.
Some English people never loose their accent…even after living here for 25 years. Maybe they play a tape over and over while they are sleeping : “I am feeling peckish. That food looks scrummy. I watch the telly whilst lying on the settee.”
It is funny how the English and Americans speak the same language, but use different English words for the same thing… holiday is a vacation, lift is an elevator, vest is an undershirt. And my favorite…Hooters are noses. (Interesting) If a man is said to be wearing pants and suspenders, the English picture him wearing underwear and a garter belt. (Very Interesting)
As far as accents go, I am hanging around English folks from now on… …that way I will sound more sophisticated...“Sorry to trouble you madam, however, I am in dire need of your loo.” So much better than…“Hey lady, where’s your can?”
Monday, April 7, 2008
Lucky Number
Do you have a lucky number? Come on, I bet you do. You could be 8 or 88 and you have a lucky number…or one that you like. So you like the number for some special reason…either it’s your birthday, the number of kids you have, the number of girls you dated …the number of girls you wish you dated. And if you are Warren Jeffs …it could be the number 45, for the number of wives you have.
But you have one. Mine is 11. Once when I was in the 6th grade, I was in a Halloween costume contest. (Okay, this is lame.) We were given numbers and had to walk across a stage…and then were picked for best costume. The number on my penny was 11 and I won (the very last thing I won)...so I adopted the number 11 that day. I play the lottery every now and then and always throw in the number 11, but so far..I have come up short.
The number 11 has since played a way in my life. When I was young, my grandmother owned a camp on a waterfall previously owned by an electric company. The building was number 11…so we always called her camp, “Number 11”.
For some reason when I check the time on a digital clock….it will have the number 11 in it… 3:11, 8:11…or even 11:11 (which is the mother load of 11s). I frequently randomly wake up at night and will see some early hour plus 11…freaky fact. And this is interesting (to me)…this blog posting is number 111…eerie. So by my calculations, the next big day for me should be 1/11/11. Maybe that will be the day I win the lottery.
Hey, now that you know my favorite number…my favorite color is green. You know…like cold hard cash.
But you have one. Mine is 11. Once when I was in the 6th grade, I was in a Halloween costume contest. (Okay, this is lame.) We were given numbers and had to walk across a stage…and then were picked for best costume. The number on my penny was 11 and I won (the very last thing I won)...so I adopted the number 11 that day. I play the lottery every now and then and always throw in the number 11, but so far..I have come up short.
The number 11 has since played a way in my life. When I was young, my grandmother owned a camp on a waterfall previously owned by an electric company. The building was number 11…so we always called her camp, “Number 11”.
For some reason when I check the time on a digital clock….it will have the number 11 in it… 3:11, 8:11…or even 11:11 (which is the mother load of 11s). I frequently randomly wake up at night and will see some early hour plus 11…freaky fact. And this is interesting (to me)…this blog posting is number 111…eerie. So by my calculations, the next big day for me should be 1/11/11. Maybe that will be the day I win the lottery.
Hey, now that you know my favorite number…my favorite color is green. You know…like cold hard cash.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Call Me Martha
Are you or your kids a finicky or picky eater? Chels can be fussy when it comes to food. Colin is like his Dad…eats absolutely everything and Bri is somewhere in the normal to fussy range. One thing all 3 kids agree on: they don’t like cake. So the birthday cake is out of the question…. I make ice cream pies for their birthdays. I am now disclosing my ancient TOP SECRET recipe passed down from Nana. This recipe is very tricky…so good luck.
Make Rice Krispie treats according to the directions on the box. Put the Krispie mixture into a 9 inch pie plate to form a crust. Spoon in a half gallon of softened ice cream and put in freezer. Whala!!!
Martha Stewart can eat my cake tins.
I grew up with a dad who was finicky…which worked in the kid’s favor. My mom would look so proud bringing out her new casserole and my Dad would look at it suspiciously …taste it and say, “Alice…this is good.” For the next 30 minutes he would push it around his plate. It didn’t take her long to figure out that he was playing “hide the casserole.” We were saved...thanks Dad. She was too busy being mad at Dad to notice 4 kids with lumps of casserole staring back at them.
PaulA is a different story. No matter, what food I put in front of him…he’ll eat. So sorry kids, you can’t hide behind your father and his plate….his is totally clean and I see my tuna surprise wiggling over there.
Make Rice Krispie treats according to the directions on the box. Put the Krispie mixture into a 9 inch pie plate to form a crust. Spoon in a half gallon of softened ice cream and put in freezer. Whala!!!
Martha Stewart can eat my cake tins.
I grew up with a dad who was finicky…which worked in the kid’s favor. My mom would look so proud bringing out her new casserole and my Dad would look at it suspiciously …taste it and say, “Alice…this is good.” For the next 30 minutes he would push it around his plate. It didn’t take her long to figure out that he was playing “hide the casserole.” We were saved...thanks Dad. She was too busy being mad at Dad to notice 4 kids with lumps of casserole staring back at them.
PaulA is a different story. No matter, what food I put in front of him…he’ll eat. So sorry kids, you can’t hide behind your father and his plate….his is totally clean and I see my tuna surprise wiggling over there.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Where's The Cloned Beef?
Would you eat meat from a cloned animal? Would you want to know it was cloned meat? The idea is not particularly appealing to me. I am trying to figure out why. Let’s see. If the cloned cow has the exact same DNA as the original…then it is the same animal. Why would it make a difference? I guess it doesn’t, but it just doesn’t sound very appetizing…sounds like I would be swallowing a science experiment. I don’t know…a sort of DNA “mixture.” (Rosie, I know you love that word.) I picture some scientist sitting in a lab, mixing DNA, and placing “the mixture” in petri dishes. Whala…Cloned Beef…special of the day.
Sometimes….it is just better not to know where the food you eat comes from. Ignorance is bliss, as they say. In college we had a friend Henry who was a very interesting guy from a farm in northern Vermont. Anyway PaulA and I had visited him on his farm, met his family and met his farm animals. One weekend we had a cook-out on Lake Champlain and Henry brought the burger meat. Which was all good…until he told us that it was actually Bessie his adorable cow…the one with the big eyes. All of a sudden it didn’t taste so good. The next cook-out…we had Henry bring the chips.
I just hope cloned meat is safe and that years down the road consumers of cloned meat don’t start making mooing sounds…or developing hoofs.
“Hey Moooooo-om….What’s for dinner?”
Sometimes….it is just better not to know where the food you eat comes from. Ignorance is bliss, as they say. In college we had a friend Henry who was a very interesting guy from a farm in northern Vermont. Anyway PaulA and I had visited him on his farm, met his family and met his farm animals. One weekend we had a cook-out on Lake Champlain and Henry brought the burger meat. Which was all good…until he told us that it was actually Bessie his adorable cow…the one with the big eyes. All of a sudden it didn’t taste so good. The next cook-out…we had Henry bring the chips.
I just hope cloned meat is safe and that years down the road consumers of cloned meat don’t start making mooing sounds…or developing hoofs.
“Hey Moooooo-om….What’s for dinner?”
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Happy 100 To Me!
The other day I reached the number 100! (That’s funny Kat…you don’t look a day over 96.) Okay, not in age…I’m not that ancient. I have actually written over 100 blog entries…and that’s a lot of blogna. (Wow…I must have a big mouth.) My 100th entry was about Tiger Woods and his PGA tournament winning streak. Unfortunately, I jinxed him. (In case you read my blog… “Sorry Tiger.”)
So like other people who have hit milestones…I thought I should at least mention my 100th landmark number. You know, like when Ellen hit her 100th show. I think they rolled out a giant cake. And when Jerry Springer hit his 100th show …I think a giant guy rolled out his ex-wife’s cousin’s illegitimate daughter’s half-brother who had been sleeping with his girlfriend. (Not that I ever watch his show.)
100 is a big number…a milestone. 100 bottles of beer on the wall, is a lot of beer on the wall. (Unfortunately if you took one down…you would only have 99 bottles of beer on the wall.) If I shot a 100 for 18 holes of golf (speaking of Tiger) that would be a milestone for me…I would do a jig. (I think Tiger would club himself over the head with his driver at least 100 times if he did that.) And if I ate a 100 hot dogs in a hot dog eating contest….that would be my personal best.
Thanks for putting up with me for 100 blogs.
Dell desktop computer…................ 600 dollars
AOL internet service…....................25 dollars/mo.
Time wasted writing 100 blogs….....priceless
So like other people who have hit milestones…I thought I should at least mention my 100th landmark number. You know, like when Ellen hit her 100th show. I think they rolled out a giant cake. And when Jerry Springer hit his 100th show …I think a giant guy rolled out his ex-wife’s cousin’s illegitimate daughter’s half-brother who had been sleeping with his girlfriend. (Not that I ever watch his show.)
100 is a big number…a milestone. 100 bottles of beer on the wall, is a lot of beer on the wall. (Unfortunately if you took one down…you would only have 99 bottles of beer on the wall.) If I shot a 100 for 18 holes of golf (speaking of Tiger) that would be a milestone for me…I would do a jig. (I think Tiger would club himself over the head with his driver at least 100 times if he did that.) And if I ate a 100 hot dogs in a hot dog eating contest….that would be my personal best.
Thanks for putting up with me for 100 blogs.
Dell desktop computer…................ 600 dollars
AOL internet service…....................25 dollars/mo.
Time wasted writing 100 blogs….....priceless
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
No Foolin'
Did you hear that Hillary Clinton is throwing in the towel… after getting overwhelming pressure from the Democratic Party for her to end her campaign? April Fool’s! Okay, not a good one. Did you hear that Hillary has burned her bright yellow jacket…the one that makes her look like a giant bee? (I wish that were true.)
Watch out for pranks and shams today…you never know where they will come from. About 10 years ago…Burger King announced on April 1st they had a new burger…the left-handed Whopper. Same ingredients, but that the condiments were rotated 180 degrees for left-handed customers. I only heard about it afterward, but I am sure I would have swallowed that one whole…I am a very gulp-able.
I loved April Fool’s Day when the kids were little…they would come home from school…and totally trick me. Colin would come limping in the door: “Mom, I broke my leg! April Fool’s!”...and then take off in a full sprint across the room. Chels: “Mom, I flunked my spelling test! April Fool’s!” Bri: “Mom, there’s a spider behind you! April Fool’s!” Those pranksters were so clever…got me every time.
Did you hear that Hillary Clinton had to duck for cover from sniper fire when she visited Bosnia…risking life and limb? (Too bad Hillary didn’t make that misstatement on April Fool’s Day!)
Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit to all you Fools out there :)
Watch out for pranks and shams today…you never know where they will come from. About 10 years ago…Burger King announced on April 1st they had a new burger…the left-handed Whopper. Same ingredients, but that the condiments were rotated 180 degrees for left-handed customers. I only heard about it afterward, but I am sure I would have swallowed that one whole…I am a very gulp-able.
I loved April Fool’s Day when the kids were little…they would come home from school…and totally trick me. Colin would come limping in the door: “Mom, I broke my leg! April Fool’s!”...and then take off in a full sprint across the room. Chels: “Mom, I flunked my spelling test! April Fool’s!” Bri: “Mom, there’s a spider behind you! April Fool’s!” Those pranksters were so clever…got me every time.
Did you hear that Hillary Clinton had to duck for cover from sniper fire when she visited Bosnia…risking life and limb? (Too bad Hillary didn’t make that misstatement on April Fool’s Day!)
Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit to all you Fools out there :)
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