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Thursday, May 10, 2007
Fog Throws a Cog in the Works
Yep. Two hour fog delay. It BETTER not turn into a three-hour delay. Get this ....
Three hour delay. The Queen, who normally gets on the bus at 8:15, will get on at 11:15, get to school, eat lunch, and then continue on with the rest of her day. The Man, who normally gets on at 12:15 will get on at 2:15!!!!!!! and then they both come home at 4:30.
GIVE me a break. Extend the flipping school year another day. Seriously.
And Ace just came in from his morning run and he is soaked. He said it is like pea soup out there.
I have a bad feeling about this.Labels: school delay
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Thank you, Valentine
I have been meaning to tell my Bloggy Valentine THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart for my Valentine's Day swap gift!!! I didn't snap a picture of it before we tore into the ALL of the chocolate ... BAGS and bags of chocolate ... dark, crispy, and caramel alike, all shaped in little yummy hearts (these are on the top shelf to keep them out of my hands but it comes down for a little treat every once in a while). Our fruit is displayed in the sweet heart basket on our counter, and I have a great idea for the use of that yarn!
Thank you SOOOOO much Renee!!!!!
and yet another delay this morning ... I don't know why. Fog? Icy roads? Who knows?Labels: school delay, Valentine's Day Swap
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I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.


The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.

Retiring the Blog
A Blast from the Past
Just nothing today ....
Move over, Mom
Because life wasn't exciting enough....
Mystic Pizza
Starting off on the wrong foot
A convo at our house
My 6 am dreams
This, my friends, is the true definition of TMI
RKWP
Christie
Aleta


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