Wednesday, April 27, 2011
A Whole Lot of Rigmarole
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Missy’s Marriage Bed
I spent the night on the couch the night before I read this.
Couldn’t resist sharing the laughter. Haven’t laughed till I cried like that in awhile.
In my personal fairytale turned nightmare I tiptoed quietly into our room (in the pitch dark) about 10 minutes after my dragon slayer had gone to bed, quietly flipped the cap on my water bottle and took two swallows. He violently pulled his pillow over his head and mumbled, “Can you settle down, already?”
Alrighty, then. I crawled oh-so-carefully into bed and laid there trying not to move a single digit, praying quietly for a few minutes when all of a sudden the entire bed heaves, he literally LEAPS out of bed, hits the floor, SNAPS on the light and stomps heavily over to the closet. I lay there with a a facial expression that looked like I had about 4 too many plastic surgeries, that’s how high my eyebrows must have arched. I mean, REALLY???
After fumbling around in the closet for a different pillow (don’t ask), he came back to bed, and I commented on the irony of it… all things considered. He got that. And he did apologize, but…. REALLY?? LOL!
Needless to say, when I heard the pitter patter of little feet coming into the room about 10 minutes later I sighed and resigned myself to the fact that if either one of us were to get any sleep, ONE of us was going to have to find the couch.
And in some twisted way, after fourteen years of marriage it is very romantic to hear your husband’s feet coming down the stairs in the morning, to sense him crossing the room, and bending over you to kiss you good morning, albeit with breath that really could slay a dragon.
Oh yes, our beautiful Italian cotton sheets also boast stains and ball point pen scrawlings and yesterday my lovely pillow with the crocheted Italian lace was used as a punching bag, bullet proof vest and trampoline on the living room floor for the course of the morning.
It’s really nice to know that you’re not the only one living a fairytale that sometimes has more of the qualities of a nightmare. And knowing that you are not the only one who has pistol shots going off in your bedroom in the middle of the night….
Ah…. laughter is good medicine.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The Jury is In
The Verdict: Spring has sprung.
Deliberations were not lengthy, the evidence was irrefutable.
Exhibit A.
Exhibit B.
Exhibit C.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Bringing Up Boys.... now LAUGH
I have tears streaming down my face right now and my mouth ACHES from trying to suppress my smile. Just took a shower. The Rugrat comes in to use the loo just as I am finishing up. He pulls the curtain back a bit as he walks by.
"My see your penis, Mommy?" (my means "can I". )
Um. Sorry buddy, can't help you there.
"Mommies don't have a penis. Close the curtain."
"Oh." He lets the curtain fall back into place and heads over to do his business. I turn the water off and reach out for a towel. Not quick enough. The little Rugrat is still looking suspiciously for the missing penis. Not where it's supposed to be... that's for sure. His eyes move up, like maybe it's just out of place or something. He stops.
"You have belly Mommy?"
oh dear.
"Yes, I have a belly, baby."
I have a whole LOT of belly.
"Oh." eyes continue to wander up.
"You have a belly butt, Mommy?"
(picture me suppress a laugh and then sigh).
"Yes, buddy, I have a belly button."
"You have a BUTT, Mommy. I see your BUTT."
(Quickly pulling on my housecoat)
"Yes son. I have a butt." and I think you have just graduated to the age of consciousness where you are now too old to be walking in on me in the bathroom thankyouverymuch.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Worth Their Weight in Gold... Quite Literally
Remember my bright idea to order my favorite chocolates from Italy as a “prize” for the Name That Cat contest? Or you may well have forgotten by now, because heaven knows, that’s already ancient history. Well I finally popped Mildred’s little treat into the mail yesterday after the most mickey mouse mail order I have EVER experienced.
May I introduce you to....
The Pocket Coffee Chocolate, from Ferrero Rocher. My in-laws always throw a couple packages into gifts they send our way because they know that when it comes to blissful indulgence, in my books these can’t be beat. Well… rather than ask them to pop me some packages in the mail I thought I would be a good little Miss. Independent and take care of business on my own. In the middle of getting my order ready for shipment from Italy I all of a sudden found a link that showed, lo and behold, these chocolates are available in the USA from an importer called Euromart. And looky here, they had really great prices and surely the shipping from the USA would be cheaper than shipping from Italy. Surely!
So I cancelled my first order, hopped on over to Euromart and started placing an order there. I saw that my shipping was going to be twenty some dollars and figured that I would be better off making a larger order to substantiate the shipping cost. So I ordered 8 packages instead of 1. My shipping came to $30.00 which divided by unit was reasonable.
The first hitch was that I gave my address, which is a box number. I receive an email a few days later saying they can not ship to box numbers, and need a street address. Well… I live on a red dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Directions to my house would be “take the retreat turn off from the highway, pass the country cemetery, turn right, turn right again at the monument for _____field school, turn right on the yard with the big red barn and the windmill. I don’t think UPS would find that street address to their liking.
I quickly email them back with the street address for our general store in town, they kindly take delivery for farms and call us to come pick things up. Well over a week later I get another email from Euro Market that they are still waiting to hear back from me about a shipping address. Thankfully they received my second email and informed me apologetically that my first email had gone to their junk folder. Argh. The next day I get a confirmation email that my order has been shipped.
Two days ago I receive a phone call from my husband at work asking me what package would be at the store that would require payment of $45.00? I drew a complete blank. I was thinking Sears parcels go on the credit card… I don’t order anything c.o.d. The only thing I was expecting were my precious chocolates. But I had already paid $30.00 shipping for those, and I couldn’t possibly have to pay $45.00 Canadian taxes and duty on a $70.00 purchase could I??? Oh could I.
Turns out that UPS has discovered a way to get rich off duty broker fees those slimy weasels. If your purchase is $20.00 or less you don’t pay. $20-$40 you pay an $18.00 broker fee, $40-100 a $30 fee, and it just keeps escalating like that. I Googled it and discovered on a $500.00 purchase one guy was required to pay a $200.00 UPS brokerage fee. Can you spell i.n.s.a.n.e?
The only funny and endearing part to this whole tale is P-Guys reaction. Because I was so mortified by the exorbitant final cost of my little mail order purchase, he was just so sweet and tender about it. "It’s only money.” He says to me. “Life’s too short.” I kept asking him, “you’re kidding me, right? tell me you’re pulling my leg here” and because he was laughing (because I was so upset) I really did think he was trying to pull one over on me. The sweetheart. But the ironic part is that if I wouldn’t have been so flustered and upset about it he would have gone through the roof, LOL!
So my eight little packages of chocolate are dearly worth their weight in gold and if you get a little gift from me, I hope they’re worth it in enjoyment! Now excuse me while I go and savor one of these.
What’s that they say about the end justifying the means….?
Mhmmmm. I think I'm seein' that in a whole new light.
Yes, now *that's* amore. Worth every penny.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Too Sexy For His Shirt
So I was making up a Valentine’s Day post to extol the virtues of the man in my life (and the stunning gift he bought me) when I came across the following photos of one of the “other” little men in my life while Kenny Chesney just happened to be playing "she thinks my tractor’s sexy” in the background. I’m sorry but this does trump all. If you're more into sparkly gems on black velvet and tales of candlelight, music, dance and romance... well, hold your horses... I'll share about that real soon... for now... here's something that's sure to ellicit a smile.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Portraits of a Prairie Chick
eek
Ack
are you serious?you can't be serious...
you're pulling my leg... you're serious.
I'm a little skeptical...
so let me get this straight....
you're telling me...
truly?
You know where liars go?
I can't believe you just said that! ho are you in trouble!
wait a minute, wait a minute
What did you just say?
ooooohhhh... this is getting ugly
oh *I* started it did I?
I did not say that!
You are incorrigable!
okay, now you're making me mad.
Huh?
I'm the one who has problems?
oh... that's just cruel.
I don't like where this conversation is headed.alright... you asked for it.
you take that back right now.before I totally lose it
What. are you for real?
you are a real piece of work, ya know?
You are the only person who can make me go from this....
to this.and that's why you are the perfect man for me.
and I of course am perfect for you too.