Just TWO pairs

Mocha Frap  held up TWO pairs of choanies and asked, "Will these be enough for our trip?"

Ummmm.....no, I don't think so.

We'll be gone for seven days.

7 x 2  = 14

Let's try for something a little closer to 14.

OMGosh - it's going to be a long trip.

A busy girl...

I have been a busy girl these last few months since Mr. Coffee was laid off. I've been trying to coupon more often and be a little more crafty with what I have around here. I don't have much around here to "shop" from, but I have pulled off a couple transformations that I'm proud of.  Of course I'll just link up to the blogs where I got the ideas from (because taking my own pictures would be too much work).  There are some wonderful blogs from some very "crafty" ladies - they attempt crafts I will only dream of. You'll be inspired.....

I've made these.....

Just a Girl - candle makeover
Beneath My Heart - tile coasters
320 Sycamore - metallic pumpkins
320 Sycamore - pumpkin plate

Picky

I don't think I'm picky about too many things as a mom, but I do have a couple of requirements regarding school clothes.

1 - They must be clean and.....

2 - It can't be something you just wore yesterday

Apparently I am too picky. You should have heard the wailing going on around here this morning as Mocha Frap tried to leave the house with the SAME outfit he had on yesterday. It was as if I'd asked him to wear a skirt. Oh dear.....

Edumacation

I went to school to be a teacher. I planned to be a teacher since I was in 6th grade. Taught 7th and 8th grade for 7 1/2 years.  Blah...blah...blah...

Because I got a single subject credential, I never had to take the art class that the elementary credential people did.

Guess who needed to???

Me. 

That's right...the one with 3 boys...the one who is up late at night making a doll out of a wooden spoon that's supposed to look like our ancestor who came from Sweden on a boat.  Seriously, the man has no legs or hair in his current condition.

Alright, I was really up Facebooking, but let's say I was slaving over my kids' projects, shall we?

All I've got to say is....I better get an A!!!

I need a lawyer

Strawberry Frap just told me he'd like to speak with a lawyer.  Because I asked for his email password.

Oh brother! I'm just getting started. More of the teenage years are on the way and I'm sure to invade his privacy in many more ways in the future. Many.many.more.

BBQ...anyone???

Original post 6/15/09
Since Mr. Coffee has been out of a job, I TRIED to put him to work by asking him to "fix" the BBQ. It wasn't working and I thought him being a guy....well...that he would consider that a "man's job." So I waited a couple weeks and then got frustrated one night and tried to "fix" it myself.

Blew my hair right off my head. Yup, that's what I did and some of my eyebrow too. I had an appointment to go see the hair stylist the next day - so I thought I should tell him why there were little pieces of hair framing my face. Being a man, he of course had to give me a couple "pointers" on how to start the BBQ the next time. Gee thanks.

But let me tell you, the Frat House Mom got dinner on the table that night singed hairs and all. Made myself proud. And Mr. Coffee...I don't think he even felt bad for me. In fact, when I pointed the little singed pieces out to him said, "Oh, ya I see them...they just look like gray hairs." What a guy thing to say!!!

UPDATE November 7, 2009
Since I have been busted and am no longer a secret blogger...I must edit my post to include Mr. Coffee's thoughts on my BBQ experience. He says he DID check out the functionality of the BBQ before I blew my hair off and that it was clear that I wasn't injured and therefore there wasn't really anything to say to me (and my singed hair).  My (now grown out) singed hair and I stand corrected.