Saturday, October 21, 2006

My life is a sitcom


So, I decide to take a nap today. Here's how it works for most people.

You lie on your bed.
You fall asleep.

Here's how it works for me.

I lie on my bed.
I close my eyes
The puppy starts barking
I hear a crash
My youngest son screams
My oldest son says, "mom, he cut his foot on some glass and it's bleeding"
I say--"help him clean it and put a bandaid on it."
Then the fight starts between the two of them
"Mom--he's hurting me"
"Hey--be still so I can get this done"
Puppy starts to bark again
Okay--try nap again.
Close eyes
"The vacuum cleaner is smoking!"
"Then turn it off and clean the filter"
Silence. Try nap again
"What's for dinner?"
"Okay, Mom!"

Obviously, I'm not going to get a nap. So, I start dinner. I'll take a second to write this in my blog.

Dinner just caught on fire.

Friday, October 20, 2006

What made me think I needed a puppy?

What made me think I needed this puppy?

Today, Jobie ate a box of bread crumbs and a box of muffin mix. He seems to fixate on my panties, and can ALWAYS find them in the laundry basket.

He is absolutely amazing. I got him some puppy potty pads for when he's in the laundry room while I'm at work. . . when I got home, he'd shredded them to confetti and peed on his bed yet again!

But gracious--he's the cutest sweetest little thing! Although, at the rate his feet are growing, he won't be little for much longer!

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Proud Mary


My Shameful Addiction

My oldest son had to write a paper on the differences between men and women. I asked him what was the main difference--thinking he would say something horribly sexist and being ready to pounce on him for it--when he looked me dead in the eye and said,

"Two words, Mom. Mission Flower."

Well, he had me there.

I have a passion for dishes! Not dolls, or figurines or other "collectables". . . but dishes!

My poor sons--they have been dragged repeatedly to the Pfaltzgraff store to indulge their mother in her addiction.

How to describe it? I grew weary of my plain white everyday dishes. . . went on a web search for microwave safe oven-to-table ware and what did I find? Mission Flower..

Everything you see in this picture--I have. I have Mission Flower dinnerware, flatware, serving dishes, beverageware, containers, canisters, towels, oven mitts, note pads--if they made it, I bought it.

Sadly, I dragged my children once again to the Pfaltzgraff store. . . only to find out (bracing myself) that my pattern has been retired! OMG--no more Mission Flower!!!!

Trying to find a substitute. . . well, it's gonna be hard. Going through Mission Flower withdrawal. . .you'll find me haunting sites like eBay and Replacements, Ltd where retired patterns go to live. . .jonesing for my oven-to-table ware!

So. . . I guess this is a Pfaltzgraff intervention. . .time for the Mission Flower madness to come to an end!