My son picked a college!! Missouri Science and Tech in Rolla Missouri. I am excited for him and a little scared for us. Have you put kids through college? I would love any hints or ideas you may have that will get me through the next year or so….
These are worth taking a couple of seconds to laugh at. Reblog!
Just love these awkward photos on loan from awkwardfamilyphotos.com. I was inspired to show y’all these by the last shot which is wonderful – wait til you see it!
The poochies expressions above and below are priceless! Yes we are human. Yes quite a few of us are nuts. Get used to it Poochies!
Get your coat Nana, you’ve pulled! (Does that phrase travel across the Atlantic and elsewhere I wonder!)
You can just hear the photographer, ‘No, no! It’ll look romantic. This won’t look stupid at all!’
It’s that photographer again!
Yep. Same photographer!
I’m not that keen on one of my children…I don’t know…he just didn’t grow on me!
Yep! Same photog.
No one will notice!
I know! let’s swing the childre….aaaaagh!
Do I have to say it?
Just wrong! 🙂
I promise you…this will look really artistic. It will be you thinking about your lovely bride…
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This is a total reblog!!! It was way too funny and I definetly know the feeling
This is a reblog… but I loved it… I felt all of those things.
So I just finished and turned in a book and I’m fried… I always enjoy a good laugh, especially ones about being a parent. Which one(s) of these do you relate to?
My favorite is when they ask – “what are you eating, I smell chocolate.”
This is a total reblog!! I love her view on this!! Amazing!!
Dear Susie Lindau,
For thirteen months, we’ve hung out in our new residence behind your pectoral muscles. It has taken us a while to get used to the cramped quarters, but we are adjusting. We understand you are trying to make us feel at home. Although, we totally appreciate the effort, sometimes, you freak us out.
First of all, why do you grab us every time you tell someone about your double boobectomy? The shock alone turns our silicone hearts to ice. One minute we’re chillin’ while you’re yammering on with a friend, an acquaintance, or some random person you just met. Then you snatch us in fists so tight, well, it’s disturbing. We understand you like to talk with your hands, but quit feeling us up.
You are pretty insensitive. We are adopted. We know you miss your old boobs. We will never replace them, but we’re doing our…
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This is a reblog. I totally agree that my personal relationship with God is more important than organized religion. I like to just have that conversation with God in the car. My favorite place to pray. My favorite prayers and prayers of thanks as well. I have a lot to be thankful for!!! 🙂
I do accounting and this poem was sent to one of our invoicers today.
A totally perplexing problem for only a wizard to solve.
Numbers don’t match
Figures don’t correlate
Finances are mystifying
Excel can’t even fix this disarray
Are my only hope.
I am just curious. I told my husband today I was going to open mouth kiss him… just as a warning and he said, “why?”
I shouldn’t be so surprised. We never do this. We have been married for 18 years and really have never been big open mouth kissers. I am curious how many people really do kiss “like the movies” with any consistency. We certainly don’t. I wouldn’t say I am missing out on something… I don’t really know. I feel awkward at times doing this and maybe it is lack of practice. Maybe after 18 years… I want something a little different. I want to try new ways to connect.
What about you?
This is a reblog but anyone dealing with parents with memory loss might appreciate.
How many times over our life do we utter the words “I forgot” when something we were expected to do or to know, has slipped our mind? Well, if you’re like most people, probably quite a few times. I would like to think that I do a pretty good job remembering stuff most of the time. It wasn’t until the last few months that I realized what a blessing and privilege that is. A gift that shouldn’t be taken for granted. It used to annoy me when my kids or my husband would forget where they had left their sunglasses, backpack, wallet, book, keys, etc., and the list can go on and on. It seems like I have always been the finder of lost objects in our home. As much as I try to get the rest of my tribe to be responsible for their own stuff, in the back…
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This is totally a reblog… because I really liked it. I understand the side of the little girl and the mother.