My Little Life

Holy moly , Rockie! I'm tired. It's late. I had a margarita with friends...and I'm kind of a lightweight. Sheesh ... What are your big Halloween plans? I'm looking forward to relaxing and (not really looking forward to) trick or treating! Okay...no small talk this week, let's get a move on with Five Question Friday! Rules for 5 QF : Copy and paste the following questions to your blog, answer them, then watch for the linky post to appear Friday morning! Feel free to answer in the comments if you don't have a blog or already wrote a post (although, for the record, I leave the linky open until Sunday, so you have plenty of time!!) ;) Questions for Friday, October 29 th : (Special thanks to B ethany , Sandy , Pam , Jesslyn , and Jill for their question suggestions! If YOU would like to be linked in a future Five Question Friday, c'mon over to my community and offer up your best question suggestions!) 1. If you could be a fly on any wall, which would you c

It's almost Halloween!!!! I'm not sure if I should be excited, or annoyed. The weather here has been blustery...which means my kids will be wearing winter coats over their costumes...which means that I'm not spending gobs of money on costumes for my kids. Does that make me a monster? Well, the good thing is, I've already got most of Belle's costume done, E.W wants to be the same thing as last year (and I'm not gonna argue that!), Hambone wants to be a ghost (easy peasy ) and Baby Girl? Well, in complete juxtaposition of her personality, she will be an angel. A recycled costume from her big sister. Done deal! And, now? It's time for Five Question Friday! Well, not officially, right now , this is just the preview post, dontchaknow ! Your chance to get a sneak peek at the questions and get your post ready for the linky post tomorrow! Rules for 5 QF : Copy and paste the following questions to your blog, answer them, then watch for the linky post to appear Fr

So, I promised more on the reception, and I just KNOW that you've all been dying to know about it. Biting your nails, wondering WHAT on earth is taking me so long to post it. Oh, er...you weren't? Well, here you go anyway! Remember when I said the kids had plenty of time to bonk heads and smash chins and run crazy and make me noivous and kick groins and cut a rug? See, proof: The "Dollar Dance"...and as I'm typing this, I wonder...is this a nation (world?) wide wedding activity, or is it specific to the upper MidWest? (And, here's where I resort to flash photography. Oh, well...) My handsome husband, giving his best man speech (awww...look! He can't keep his eyes off me! Hmmm...maybe 'cuz it's that we had been fighting and had just made up a few hours before and he's thinking about "sealing that make up" later in the evening? No? TMI? Sorry...): One of my (many...for the record, my husband is one of 10 children! 6 boys, 4 girls,

Disclaimer: My brain is frozen and my hands are numb with cold (how will I make it through winter?!!!), so I dredged up this post from the depths of the draft dungeons of my blog. Forgive me. And, really...it wasn't all that long ago, so you don't need to worry about cobwebs or mildew or anything. /End Disclaimer. I let my kids have the day off. We played in the woods and hung out with California cousins. Aywah spirits were released (I have no idea if I even spelled that right...but, apparently, milk weed seeds look like something from the Avatar movie. I wouldn't know...I'm not cool enough to have seen that movie.). CA uncle taught the kids the lizard. Or upward laying dog, or something. Baby girl can't possibly imagine leaving her "pack pack" at home...even tho I end up carrying it 97.4% of the time. There was lot's of giggling and bonding amongst the children. I felt left out without my husband walking by my side. CA cousins are goofy...like their d

Spilled milk. All over. Running down the table, chairs, floor. And, oh fabulous home maker that built this home...why is the milk running in a little rivulet across the floor? I'm no carpenter...but that tells me that things aren't level and square and plumb and "right on the nuts". No? You know how they say there's no use crying over spilled milk? Well...what if you bump your head. Twice. On the same cotton pickin' corner of the table while trying to clean up the stupid, God forsaken, running in a rivulet, spilled milk? Huh? What about then? 'Cuz I might've cried.

Dear Mr. FedEx Delivery Dude: I've been standing by my door, picking my toenails, awaiting your arrival. That package you have for me in your truck? Yeah, I want it. Bad. Like 5 days ago. It appears as tho my beloved parcel was in Brooklyn Park two days ago. TWO DAYS!! Last I checked, it didn't take me two days to get to Brooklyn Park. At the most, maybe two hours. So, WHERE ARE YOU?! All my best, PS-If you get here before I leave, I can call off the dog. Just sayin '. PPS-Drive safe! Muah !