You’ll be happy know that one of my goals for 2011 is to use less words, but it’s still 2010, so you’re out of luck today. So very sorry.
I’m linking to Musings of a Housewife’s 2010 Recap Carnival. Believe me, I don’t want to relive 2010, but I did get a few chuckles looking back over this last year. If I didn’t have this little blog to remind me of all the good things in life, I might be tempted to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge.
Not really, but “If everyone else decided to jump of the Brooklyn Bridge would you?” was a favorite saying of my mother. I realized I stole that tool and threw it in my bag of mothering tools when my son recently said, “And NO I’m not going to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge!”
So try and remember the good in 2010, because there was definitely some good. I hope you are all excited about 2011. It’s going to be one smashing year. I can feel it my bones!
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
I listed the first sentences of a few posts for each month. I only planned on including one silly sentence per month, but I wanted to use photos. It’s boring with photos, but without them you would have slept the new year in. And because I have a lame life, I’ve linked every stinkin’ statement to it’s original post. You can click on any of the 5 gazillion words and read away.
No need for thanks. 😉
At the stroke of midnight, I waxed
I shoveled curly seasoned fries into my mouth at speeds only seen on the autobahn, while my purple escort burped carbonated Sprite at each stoplight.
I’ve never been more boring than I am today.
I rarely speak of fashion, because frankly, I’m not the one to pick out your wardrobe; however, if you’d like to go shopping, I will definitely give you my too big opinion and force you to try on hideous outfits that I’m sure will flatter your figure.
There is a woman, perhaps a friend of mine (definitely not me), who has been driven to craziness this winter.
Every time someone mentions the words diet or exercise, a thousand Rocketts begin dancing across my mind, each leg kick higher than the last.
Yesterday began innocently enough.
My son mastered Hark The Herald Angels Sing on his kazoo at 7am.
A few days of sunshine and my face is so speckled I don’t recognize myself in the mirror; however, the effects of the sun reach deep, changing more than my skin’s surface.
On Tuesday I began my day by filling out a form that required both my height and weight, so I pulled up my big-girl panties (different from granny panties by at least 3 yards of fabric) and noted my weight.
When I learned that Julia from Hooked on Houses was hosting a Freaky House Photo Friday, I knew I found my destiny.
This is the only time you will ever hear me stand up for my dog.
Some have genius, others talent, and yet there are those few who amble through life void in their very being of all skills useful and necessary.
What causes reasonable, relatively intelligent adults to desire the company of a four-legged beast?
Gimmie, gimmie somethin’ for nothin’!
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the thinnest girl of all?”
Lately, I find that I am distracted and having a hard time being still long enough to get anything done.
Yesterday I lost my youth. I looked in my mirror, tweezers in hand, ready to pluck stragglers when I saw it – a snow white hair growing in my left eyebrow.
Blogland is overwhelmed by beautiful images of perfect houses, so I thought I would bring some balance into our pristine world and show you the UGLY.
I am not the Barefoot Contessa, but a woman needs to feed her family and my budget doesn’t allow for takeout every night; therefore, I cook.
The other day I found a freshly painted green patch floating in a wall of brick.
Baby it’s hot outside!
It’s so hot my glasses jumped in the toilet for a swim.
I realize you probably do not want to hear about the time I stole a cactus and coerced FringeMan to help me carry out this evil deed, but I feel compelled to fess-up to this crime in hopes of absolving myself from bad memories.
Recently somebody asked if we, my family, were living under a curse.
This child worries me.
Today I thought I would share this photo to help get you in the mood for fall, and we all know nothing says fall like orange pumpkin cheeks!
The other day I read this blog post and ever since I’ve been thinking about the way we parent.
I move to a land where people ride in horse-drawn wagons and suddenly, I’m acting like Ma from Little House on The Prairie.
Notice how confession doesn’t exactly spread like, say, the flu?
On a whim, I handed FringeBoy the camera and told him we were going to make a Vlog.
We decided to tear up our bathroom since Thursday is Thanksgiving and we are expecting my sister-in-law and her family right after the turkey glut.
Do you ever feel like you’re living as a mere shadow of yourself, of the life God intended and created you to live?
In my house art projects trump science projects any day of the week.
I was born in the mid …um…to late, but mostly mid late 1970′s.
I felt the skin of my armpit stick together like a piece of double-sided tape from wrapping had somehow made its way to the deep recesses of the pit.
Turns out you can’t treat appendicitis with Gas-X and Mirilax.
See you in the new year!