Casey didn’t go to the padded room all week at school, so his reward was a family bowling trip. (I wish I had made that sentence up). I beat everyone. That’s not why I had to post the pictures or anything, I just thought it should be mentioned. I beat everyone. Even broke 100. I’m… Continue reading Bowling.
Aaaah, Holidays. A time to try to instill in my children that there is a true meaning to fat bearded centenarians and bunnies who somehow produce eggs. There’s a lot of explaining in my house. This year we was no different. It started out with an Easter Egg Hunt at the Holly Ridge Center. The… Continue reading Easter in not about Zombies.
So after I used my hammer to get off the legs I was thinking about what to do with the table. I thought it would make a GREAT sign. For the Hoskins. So Lance and I left it in front of E’s garage. Now they have it. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if they used… Continue reading Your Move, Hoskins.
So last night was happy happy hockey night. Best night of the week, really. But before I left I heard Lance and stupidClint scheming on the phone. I knew they were up to no good. But I had so much rage to get out that I HAD to go to hockey. I took Lance’s car… Continue reading Suck!
I’m pretty sure my calling in this life is to get a rise out of my husband (uhg, that and the whole ‘wife and mother thing’). He’s pretty neutral. All of the time. Not that he’s not fun. Or cute. Or totally funny, he just doesn’t show a whole lot of emotion. So I mess… Continue reading Busted.
About a month ago I got a permission slip in Casey’s backpack. I checked his backpack for his name thinking I had mistakenly looked into Carter’s backpack. Nope. They were taking an entire special needs class to the fair. Who’s idea was this?! So I didn’t sign it or return it. Then when I was… Continue reading The Puyallup Spring Fair.
Don’t act like you didn’t think this day would come. We all knew it would. I’ve dabbled in the past in this, but now…well. I’m using my crafting for evil. Sure, I’ve made some vinyl ninjas that I’ve placed in weird places in people’s homes and all over Seattle, and yes, there was the vinyl… Continue reading It’s the little things, really.