Skip to main content

Why Blog Friends Are the BEST

1. They don't complain about your dog.
2. They won't gossip about how crazy you are to all their neighbors.
3. Even if they do, it's not your neighbors so it doesn't matter.
4. They don't borrow your shovel and forget to return it.
5. They won't judge you for your messy house.
6. You can tell them ANYTHING.
7. They make you laugh.
8. You know you always have a place to stay someplace in Texas.
9. There's always a hope they will someday come and see you.
10. No dishes to return.

I love you, ladies!
Scott does, too. 
He'll have his filter back in place by the time Tonia comes to see me.

I hope.

Comments

  1. KlinSeptember 28, 2012 at 4:21 PM

    Good Mail!!! I loves me some good mail.
    Good mail=cool stuff that comes from people who care just to pick you up and is not a bill. :)

    ReplyDelete
  2. .:Anna:.September 30, 2012 at 11:03 AM

    Gosh you have great readers!!! :)

    If only they lived close enough to take out the trash and mow the lawn.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Most Dreaded Words

 Everybody knows that Christmas is about keeping the Santa Secret and pleasing your children. Therefore, the most dreaded words are uttered on Christmas Eve. "I changed my mind, I want a [pony, scooter, bike, Red Rider BB gun]" A close second place winner is, "Can I have a New Year's Eve party?" Then, "Me, too?"
Post a Comment
Read more

Too Sick to be Sick

I am sick.  Really and truly sick.  I even took a sick day and felt no guilt whatsoever that maybe I wasn't sick enough to have a "sick day."  Because I am.  My 5 year old was sick, too so I took him to the doctor.  I refuse to acknowledge that I'm sick because I don't get sick.  So with absolute glee, my little boy climbed up onto the table, stuck out his tongue and conversed with the doctor.  I heard something about cloudy ears and antibiotics and then I just turned it off. It hurts when sound reaches my eardrums. We drove back home, I turned on the television, brought in the dog, and let the babysitting begin.  I crawled back into bed and swam somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness.  The kids came home from school.  I might have acknowledged them.  I made chicken noodle soup from scratch.  I couldn't even think.  My husband caught me in a sway and asked what he could do.  I grunted some terse instructi...
6 comments
Read more

What We Eat

Check out the good looking crew.  Just to clarify.  I'm the pretty one. There's a little mountain resort in Northern Utah that is invaded every July by this group of people. We are an intimidating bunch. 5 years ago my brother brought his Nepalese bride to the United States.  She lived in a country where she had no expectation to ever drive a car.  She bought her food daily from the market and ate it.  She taught English, although her accent was so strong when she arrived I questioned her grasp of the language.  We tried to be friendly and accepting.  We ended up scaring the daylights out of her. She thought we were crazy.  Her words, not mine. Although I think she tolerated me a little better than the others because I had the brand new fair-haired baby that she continued to steal.  She wanted a blond haired, blue eyed baby and wondered what her chances were now that she married an American. We take turns cooking for the family dinners. ...
6 comments
Read more