wordless tuesday

wow.

unmentionables

possible reason(s) a gal might need
a pocket in her underwear?

i got nothing.

sunday confession

this week mm was in raleigh, nc.
this week m was in wheatfield, ny.
this week i was in huntington, wv.
with g and k.

today we are all back home.
together again.
and all is right with our world.

wordless thursday

bucket list item #422
long hair


















check.

monday confession

m is visiting lousha and stefchu
in new york this week.

for the WHOLE week.
for the first time - by herself.

and i feel like
a piece of my heart is missing.
it hurts a little more
than anticipated.

you might be a redneck

if your mama makes you
take off your shirt
while swinging
because she is tired of you
ripping your sleeves
every time you jump out.

at long last

250 loads of laundry later,
we are finally out of this heinous
fabric softener.

it smelled "outdoor fresh" -
and as if that weren't enough,
it contained renewing freshness,
that released MORE freshness,
as. you. moved.

ugh.
i'm so glad that's over.
at long last,
we can move again.

no computer monday

at the urging of our seven-year-old,
we declared yesterday,
"no computer monday"
- which is no problem, really, because
we don't use the computer that much.

or so i thought.

it was infinitely more difficult
than i could have imagined.

i sat down in front of the screen
no fewer than 6 times to check my email,
facebook, blogs, etc.
before reminding myself
the computer was off.

g did pretty good
with no starcraft.
we almost chucked the whole idea around 4pm,
but persevered until the bitter end.
we are not quitters.

thank goodness monday is over.
until next week.

sunday confession

this weekend,
we cleaned out our sinks.

removed the little stoppers
and scrubbed them
with bleach.

it was
horrifying.

i also googled,
"standing water in shower drain"
and found out it is supposed to be there.
something about a trap
to keep sewer smell out.
oops.

so i'm thinking all that drano
i bought
over and over again,
was for naught.
don't tell mm.

what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.

wordless thursday

dang. i'm old.

all the difference

this weekend i missed
nyc by about 400 miles.
bah.

instead i spent the weekend in western ny
at mm's high school reunion.
fascinating people watching, btw.
with casinos.
fun times.

as i was getting ready,
i was also bathing kids,
multi-tasking-yo!

i put on makeup,
i know, weird!
and dried my hair.
with.a.hair.dryer.
i know!

i walked into the bathroom
for some hairspray - i know! -
and g says from the tub,

"wow mommy! you look different!"

"yes, i dried my hair."

then he says,
"that and a little lipgloss,
makes all the difference!"

so true.
i know.
i just forget sometimes.

wordless thursday

passing down childhood memory #427 - grandmother's juice box.

a loaf of rice bread and a smile

i was lamenting about how
freaking hard it is to find something,
no, anything!
to eat that doesn't have flour in it,
and also how i was starving
without my daily swiss cake roll,
or two...

when a friend of mine heard me.
because i was lamenting out loud,
apparently.
dang.

before i knew it i was begging
on my knees,
"PLEASE tell me i can eat this granola bar,
because it has oat flour, and i am starving!"

and she said,
"no, it may have been cut(?) with the same equipment
they use for wheat, and it could be cross-contaminated."

or something like that, i wasn't really listening after
the word "no" came out of her mouth, i was already
trying to think of something else to eat.

cupcakes, no.
birthday cake, no.
doughnuts, no.
cookies, no.
aaaaaahhhhhh!
so. hungry.

later, when we were all picking up the girls from practice,
she walked in with a bag.
for me.
a loaf of rice bread.
and a smile.

"try this," she said.
"with peanut butter."

also in the bag -
larabars.

i scarfed one of those suckers down in two bites,
and thought,
hmm, maybe i can do this after all.

dear old navy

dear old navy,

m recently purchased your "days of the week" underwear. cute stuff. upon opening the package, she realized she has two thursdays and no saturday. the extra thursday is two sizes smaller than the rest of the pack.

we could just let it go, but, truthfully, it bugs us.

so we will return them or trade for a new pack that includes saturday. and although taking three kids into old navy makes me shake in my boots, it is the right thing to do. every girl needs a mom that will go to the mat for her.

so, see you in a few.
we'll be the really loud, crazy, mismatched, rag-tag bunch.
xo,
pj

sunday confession

eat, eat, eat!

i don't know what is going on in this house,
but all my kids do is eat!
like every two hours!

"i'm hungry!"
"i'm thirsty!"
"i'm hungry again!"
"me too!"
"what can i eat?"
"what can i drink?"
"can i have a cookie?"
"can i have two cookies?"

AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

i feel like a short order cook.
i used to be able to say,
"if you are hungry, you may have a banana."
that would stop them for a moment,
ew, a banana, that is healthy!

now, they eat the banana,
and say,
"what else can i eat?"
"I'M STILL HUNGRY!"

we have breakfast,
a morning snack,
lunch,
an afternoon snack,
dinner,
dessert,
and then they ask for a snack
before bed!

help!!!!
i'm exhausted and i'm out of bananas!

what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.