The face of a child can say it all -
especially the mouth part of the face.
-Jack Handy

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Yearbook yourself


























Apparently, no matter how awful your real
yearbook photos were, they could be worse.

Want to see yourself? www.yearbookyourself.com

Tag I'm it.

Apparently Blog Tag is the new thing. I don't blog enough to know, but I am it. So, you will have to read about me for a minute instead of my funny daughter.

The questions are as follows:
1. Where is your cell phone? Upstairs in a drawer
2. Where is your significant other? Work
3. Your hair color? Usually blonde, but I just tried darker brown. Apparently I should be blonde.
4. Your mother? Tamara
5. Your father? Greg
6. Your favorite thing? Yarn, reading, creating, ice cream
7. Your dream last night? don't know
8. Your dream/goal? Happiness
9. The room you're in? Office/scrap room
10. Your hobby? Creating, reading, singing (to myself)
11. Your fear? evil people
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? I'd like another kiddo starting kindergarten; if not, grad school
13. Where were you last night? Home, wal-mart, the library
14. What you're not? Grumpy, super-energetic (I wish)
15. One of your wish-list items? a new mattress
16. Where you grew up? Vernal
17. The last thing you did? checked email, started laundry
18. What are you wearing? shorts
19. Your TV? 27" (do they make that anymore?)
20. Your pet? turtle - we are working on getting a cat, but have to convince Chris
21. Your computer? PC
22. Your mood? Fine
23. Missing someone? girlfriends - need some fun time
24. Your car? Honda (Hooray - the grandma car bit the dust)
25. Something you're not wearing? socks or shoes
26. Favorite store? Barnes & Noble, Roberts, Soul Spun
27. Your summer? I've blocked this one from my memory
28. Love someone? duh
29. Your favorite color? Yellows, red, greens
30. When is the last time you laughed? a few minutes ago
31. Last time you cried? Sunday

Thursday, July 24, 2008

On style...

Aunt Megan recruited Abi to help her shop for shoes. Megan told Abi the "rules" for the day.
Rule #1 was no casual shoes. (Casual means no open toes - as Abi can now tell you).
Rule #2 - no tennis shoes
Rule #3 - no high heels
Rule #4 - no actual animal fur

I came up and picked up a pair (teasing) and said, "What about these, Megan?"

Abi piped right in and said, "Rule #5 is no UGLY shoes, right?"


Right on, kid. Make that one rule #1.

On Cooties...

Aunt Amy visited and, in true Amy fashion, asked Abi if her friend Tanner (a boy) had cooties.

Abi looked very thoughtful for a moment, and then said, "Well, he has allergies."

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

On cleanliness...




I got a call from Abi's school around lunchtime today. She had fallen into a mud puddle and was covered. The secretary started laughing as she told me, "You should see her."

I got a ride to the school and took a change of clothes. I asked Abi why she was playing in the mud. She said, "I was just walking around it." Hmmm...



Thinking there was more to the story, I later asked her, "Were you walking around the mud, or in the mud?"

She responded, "Well, in it." Like, duh mom.

Friday, February 15, 2008

On Staying Calm

Abi tells me when she gets home from school, "It was CRAZY today. It was dark (the power went out) and girls were screaming."

Okay. Great. Glad to hear it.

Then I hear the teacher's version of what happened.

Apparently, when the lights went out, and the other girls started screaming, Abi just sat in her seat and said, "Okay. I'm not freaking out now. I'm not freaking out." Mind you, she is saying this outloud, repeatedly. So, Miss Johnson asked Abi if she was okay, and Abi responded, "Yes. I'm just trying not to freak myself out." And she sat there and kept saying that to herself - outloud - while it was dark and there was chaos all around her.

Whose child is this?

Saturday, February 9, 2008

On Listening...

I was brushing Abi's hair on Thursday morning. She said, "Don't spray my hair." (We use a detangler).
I said, "I won't," and continued brushing.
Abi said a little louder, "I said don't."
"I didn't spray it," I replied.

Turning so that she could look me in the eye so that I would understand how serious she was, she slowly said, "When I say 'DON'T,' I mean do not do that."

I stopped.

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