I procrastinate, you procrastinate, he/she procrastinates…. I thought I was procrastinating, since I have to get organized to write 6 articles at this point, I need to keep my blog updated and well, it does not look like all those magazines will come knocking on my door, so I guess I’ll have to make the effort to keep selling my stories myself… Then I looked up procrastination...
daughter: last night i dreamt that you were a bowling ball and kept rolling into the neighbors crappy fence until it fell over and we could go use his pool.
me: didn't you get a book from the library about the meaning of dreams?
daughter: i already looked. there are no dreams where mothers as bowling balls run into neighbors fences. they actually don't have any of my dreams listed in there. i am returning the book tomorrow, it's crap.
me: i was born a poor black child
daughter: mooommmm! that is racist.
me: no, it's not; it's from a movie
daughter: who would say that in a movie????
me: it's from the movie "the jerk", it's funny...
daughter: that does not sound appropriate. who's in the movie?
me: steve martin
daughter: who is steve martin?
son: omg, it's inspector clouseau! i follow him on twitter.
daughter: oh, so do i.
daughter: mom, i think i'm losing my hearing.
me: what do you mean?
daughter: i had to ask my friends all the time what they said today, i could not understand them
me: do you have problems understanding the teacher?
one day later
daughter: mom, i think my hearing is fine. turns out my friends just mumble
Well, how about that. My son told me after school today that one of his friends is not allowed to hang out with him outside of school because we are NOT Jehova’s Witnesses. And if he were to come to the Sunday morning meetings at the Kingdom Hall then they could be friends. So my son and I shared this at dinner with my husband and daughter. My son’s point of view: I don’t want...
When I grow up I will definitely live in a mansion and I will have a room for...
My mom sent me my favourite German cream-of-wheat-vanilla-pudding in the mail. You have to bring milk to a boil and then add the pudding powder; next you have to whisk it very vigourously for about two minutes. I like to think that this counts as a work-out.