Classic Kid Lines

Breckyn: My teacher loves Nasty Car.

Me:  You mean Nascar?

Breckyn:  Yeah, nasty car.


Me: Basically

Breckyn:  My Great Grandma is 84 and she's not even dead yet!

Zoey:  Someday when I grow up, I'm going to live by Aunt Cassie.

Rugby:  No you won't.  When you grow up Aunt Cassie will be dead.  (Note to readers, Cassie was 25 at the time.)



On Emerson's first visit to the dentist he wasn't convinced of the dentist's credentials.
Emerson:  Grandpa's not a dentist, he's a grandpa!


After the birds and the bees talk with Breckyn her reaction went like this...
Breckyn:  Dad made you do that 4 times?
Me: Uh... yeah...
Breckyn:  Dad is so mean!


Zoey: I want lots and lots of pink stuff for my birthday.  I don't care what it is just as long as it's pink.
The Mister: What about a pink turd? (This guy always takes it to the next level.)

Zoey:  If it was pink and sparkly, then ok. (Perhaps her obsession has gone too far.)

Emerson:  You scared the hecks out of me!

What's for Dinner?

Dinner is served...

Stuffed Chicken, mashed potatoes, salad, jello and a big smile.  (I was very proud of my mommyhood right then; the meal was so balanced and responsible.)

Kids:  Awwww!  Do we have to eat this?  What is this?  (smile starts fading...)


Next Day; Dinner is served...

Macaroni and cheese with cut up hot dog chunks and apple slices on the side.  (The mister is traveling and I've been pushed to my limit.  In a quitter moment, I decided on kid food for dinner to avoid any more fights.)

Kids:  Wow Mom, you are the best cook EVER!  This is so gooooood!  (My eye starts twitching and my mind starts racing!!!)


What the?

Monkey Cake

This weekend I made the most amazing recipe I have ever tried.  It was in my book of family recipes from years ago and I've never really given it much thought.

My mom says it is knock-your-socks-off good.  So I thought I'd give it a test run this weekend.

It was a raving success.  I ate a healthy portion of the thing by myself.  It is everything good in this world wrapped up into one recipe.  You sooooo have to try it.

Monkey Cake

3 tubes refrigerated biscuits (10/can size, not flavored)
1/2 tsp. cinnamon
1/3 C. sugar
3/4 C. butter (1 1/2 sticks)
1 tsp. cinnamon
1 C. brown sugar
nuts (optional and so not my style)

Mix 1/2 tsp. sugar and 1/3 C. sugar together in a bowl.  Cut each biscuit into four pieces and roll each piece in cinnamon and sugar mixture.

Grease bundt pan (place nuts in the bottom of the pan or skip it if you are anti-nuts like me).  Drop sugared biscuit pieces in the bundt pan. 

Combine butter, 1 tsp. cinnamon and brown sugar in sauce pan; boil for 2-3 minutes stirring constantly.  Pour over biscuit pieces and bake at 350 degrees for 25 minutes.  Cool and flip it out of the pan. 

Enjoy the buttery gooey goodness!

How to Train Your Dragon

This past weekend we took the kids to see How to Train Your Dragon.  It was hands down one of the best kids movies I have ever seen.  It was full of quippy lines, action, dragons and Vikings.  I went in with low expectations and came out wanting to see it again.  It was so entertaining, all four of my kids payed attention and never even talked.  (That is an all time family first)  I recommend taking a kid with you so that you can pretend like you are not going for yourself.  It makes everything less awkward.  Enjoy!

Passive Aggressive Notes

If you've never checked out Passive Aggressive Notes you have to try it.  It is a blog devoted to random notes that people have left each other around the office, dorm, apartment buildings ect.  It is so funny.  Again, it reassures me that there are people out there that are a lot crazier than me.

Here is a sample of a note to kick off your Easter weekend.  Enjoy!

Mighty Mouse and the Marriage Ref

We have an extra fridge in our garage for all of our food over flow.  I love having it because it makes my life just a little less complicated. 

Last night I went out to get myself a water bottle and I noticed an over powering stench.  I made the mister come out and witness it too.  He said he thought it could be a dead animal of some kind lodged behind the fridge.

NASTY!!!

So today we cleaned out the garage and pulled out the fridge.  There was indeed a dead mouse not under but IN the fridge!!!

I completely freaked and claimed the fridge to be condemned.  I even volunteered to push it out to the curb myself.

The mister however said that he could clean it out and it would be just fine.

Do you know how many germs mice carry?  Not to mention the fact that it was dead and rotting right next to the motor!!!!  SUPER NASTY!!

Since we couldn't agree, we decided to call in a marriage ref.

The call was made to my sister who promptly sided with the mister.  So naturally her vote didn't count.

I continued down the list to her husband.  He too sided with the mister.

Being completely alone on freak-out island, I caved and let the mister start cleaning.  My stipulation was that he at least wear proper protection when handling the said mouse.

Can you see the little bugger in there?

Here's a better view.

After a really lot of bleach and a few curse words, the mouse is now gone to a better place. 

What would you have done?

If you like being amused by other people's craziness, you should try the marriage ref.  The mister and I love it.  I validates us by proving that there are people out there that are crazier than us.  It's highly entertaining.  Here's a quick peek.

Try it, you'll like it, I promise.

The F word

Today was my day to clean out the closets and rotate the winter and summer clothes.  I had piles all lined up according to sizes in my room and I was making the kids try them on for the new summer season.

Rugby and Emerson were together trying on shorts and Emerson tells Rugby, "Those make you look fat!"

My eyes bug out and my jaw drops to the floor in complete shock.

The mister steps in and says, "That's a bad word and you shouldn't say it."  (I'm pretty sure the mister has been around long enough to know my hot buttons.  He's so smart.)

Rugby pipes up and adds, "Yeah, it's the F word!"

I couldn't help but giggle.  Perhaps it's not the F word but it's my F word.