Wordless Wednesday: Peek-A-Boo

Not A Barbie In Sight

It's about reading Walter the Farting Dog a hundred times...

It's about having tires scattered on the front lawn...

It's about negotiating your way around the house without stepping on cars...

It's about finding footballs in the freezer...
It's about...

...having BOYS!

Kind Of About Labor, But No, It's Not Imminent

Every Labor Day weekend I'm reminded of how my youngest came to be.

It was 2003 and we were returning home from a Labor Day weekend dinner at WD's parents' house. During the car ride I starting feeling sick. Actually, not really sick but just, I don't know, unwell. Nauseous, but not gagging, just kind of hollow. I had only felt that way once before when I was pregnant with Big pup so while I tried to get our 1 1/2 year old settled down for the night, WD (God bless 'im) went back out to pick up a pregnancy test. And probably a pack of gum and some paper towels so he wouldn't look all conspicuous.

And then I took the test. And there were 2 lines. Definitely 2 lines.

And then I rejoiced. Okay, first I pointed fingers and asked how could this have happened!!! but then I rejoiced. And then I rejoiced some more. And I'm still rejoicing--I couldn't ask for better little boys!

P.S. Yes, that is THE pregnancy stick. Did anyone else keep theirs?

To All You Nuts Out There

It's Friday evening--the official start of Labor Day weekend. I will be kicking it off with a rum and Coke in just a minute--er, a rum and diet caffeine free Dr. Pepper, that is. But first here's a short little poem for Poetry Friday. And while "Anonymous" never leaves good blog comments, he sure does know how to write a cute poem.

Don't Worry If Your Job Is Small by Anonymous

Don't worry if your job is small,
And your rewards are few.
Remember that the mighty oak,
Was once a nut like you.

Have a great weekend!

Sweet Potato Chips

Whenever we visit my grandma on Sundays, my boys will share a can of Pringles for an afternoon snack. And just about everytime, my grandma will share the story of when my mom was a girl and was craving some potato chips. Since there weren't any chips in the house, my mom and her brother grabbed a potato, sliced it up really thin and fried it in some fat in a skillet.

It's funny the memories of food that stay with us--even after 50 years. For instance, my dad can't look at a platter of deviled eggs without talking about the time my sister made them in Home Ec class in high school. She used to hate that story but I think she has resigned herself to the fact that she'll be hearing that story for at least another 20 years.

And although I've never made regular potato chips, I love to snack on sweet potato chips. I use a mandoline to get the slices super thin and then I put them in the fry daddy for a few minutes until they're a little brown and crispy. Then let them drain on a paper towel and sprinkle with salt.

Wordless Wednesday: How I Spent My Weekend

Howard's Turn

Okay, so you know that picture I posted a couple of weeks ago of Lexie the Husky pooping in the yard? Don't worry, I'm not going to link to it. Well, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. That was a new low for this blog and I'm sorry. Very tasteless. It won't happen again. Promise. Now that I got that off my chest and my conscience is clear, I have good news...I got an award from a couple of fantastic bloggers!

Why--I'll never know, but I'm extremely grateful to Beth, The Confused Homemaker. She has 4 kids which means she's twice as confused as I am. Poor Beth:) And many thanks to R. Wallis at True Beauty Inside and Out. Check out her blog--I don't think she has ever posted a picture of her dog relieving herself in the yard but she does put ketchup on tacos, ewwww!

Speaking of ewwww...

Ooops, that one kind of just slipped in here. Sorry about that one, too:)