I don't have scientific evidence to support this theory, but I'm pretty sure that over the past 150 weeks or so, there's not been a single week in which I haven't posted new pictures of my kids. But for whatever reason, this week just hasn't been conducive to taking pictures ... I've worked late, we've had ball practice and Cub Scouts, and it's getting dark so early now that there just aren't enough moments in the day.
So while I know that there are probably a few people out there -- my sister chief among them -- who were hoping for some dimpled goodness today, it's going to have to wait a couple more days. Today, I just have some cleaning out of the cobwebs to do.
1. It's really unfortunate when you buy a 72-pack of disposable razors at Costco and then you get them home and use one and you hate them. Luckily for me, four years later and I'm finally on razor 67. ALMOST THERE.
2. I am 37 years old, and my favorite sandwich is still a PB&J cut into two equilateral triangles.
3. If you told me to add a layer of sour cream over my peanut butter and sprinkle some diced onions on top of my jelly, I'd tell you to go jump in the lake. But as God is my witness, there's no better companion chip to a PB&J than Ruffles Sour Cream 'n' Onion.
4. Monday night during supper Grayson asked Nathaniel and Nicholas if they knew where Christopher Columbus was from. They both guessed Spain. I said, "Hey. I think I might know. Genoa, Italy?" GRAYSON'S MIND = BLOWN. Yeah, baby. That's right. How do ya like THEM apples?
5. We need to find out definitively who the heck was in charge of getting the Chilean miners out of there and hire him to do something -- ANYTHING -- over here. Talk about underpromising and overdelivering. MY. WORD. I don't know when I've been more impressed.
6. A man once did some work on our house, and when I asked for his number to follow up with him, he gave it to me like this, really quickly: "Eighty-seven, sixty-two, ten-four." And seriously, you guys. I stumbled as I was writing it down on my piece of paper. Have you ever tried to write down a phone number in two digit increments spoken at 100 miles per hour in a heavy Southern accent? I have no idea what's wrong with the more traditional "Eight seven six, two one zero four," but boy he had his number DOWN PAT.
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Think he says his number that way so people WON'T catch it and call him again? That is strange!!!!
No kidding! I've thought about giving people my phone number that way, just to see their response. Haven't done it yet, though. :)
Re #3 - Yes to the PB&J - but I like it with Doritos. And a glass of milk. Yum! *walking to kitchen to make one*
THe brain behind the rescue was a man in Houston who has a company, making the drill equipment. He happen to be on a job in Northern Chile or not too far. Yep, make him in charge of all things that need to be fixed!
PBU falls second to pimiento cheese in my world, but agree with the sour cream and onion chips. Love the vinegar ones, too.
I politely remind my husband when he rattles off our numbers very quickly that others don't know it and need it given slower. When my younger daughter was barely 2, if you asked her to say her name, she would say it and then spell the last night since it is not a common name. That would be followed by her giving our address and phone number. We didn't teach it to her; she learned it from hearing us give it over the phone. Wish I had kept my maiden name- Smith!
You are not alone - I am still a pb&j (or pb and banana) girl when it comes to lunch (or any "school days" sandwich for that matter!)
and i am laughing so hard at that phone number - wow!
have a fabulous weekend!
That's hilarious. I should try teaching my kids to say our number like that. It would be really funny.
Katherine - it was great to meet you today at the Lisa Leonard event. I am looking forward to following your blog!
I also like potato chips on my pb&j.
WELL. If PLAIN CHICKEN likes potato chips on her PB&J, then I am in great company!
Try adding potato chips inside of your PBJ. I loved that as a kid but haven't done it as an adult. I think you will find that much of both the brains and the talent rescuing the miners came from the good old USA. NASA was involved as well as mining experts. The actual man operating the drilling rig, an American, was flown in from drilling wells in Afghanistan because he is the best on that type of equipment. Best means fast and accurate. He actually beat others who started sooner. They already work here! Be proud, they were ours.
Chris, I do like chips on my sandwich AND laying fries on top of my burger patty. :)
I had read online that many of the rescuers and engineers are American, which made me very proud.
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