We've all heard the phrase, "There's no such thing as a dumb question." right? I'm not so sure that's true. Maybe I've been working retail for too many hours in a row, but here's my rant for the week:
We sell animated animals, among other games and toys. We have pigs, penguins, cats, dogs, etc. Sometimes I turn the batteries on and let the animals go at it. The pig oinks, the cat meows, and the penguin waddles.
I cannot begin to tell you the number of people who walk up to the display, and ask, "So, what does the dog do?"
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
It takes all I have in me not to be rude and say, "She quacks."
Saturday
Thursday
Alive and Well
Okay, so I'm here. But, it's December. Everyone else has the same, crazy schedule I do - I've been trying to update this blog for weeks now. I guess it's not going to happen. I did manage to complete our Christmas letter and the kids are helping me put it in the mail today. If you are my friend on Facebook you can go there and check it out. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
Wednesday
Snow Days
I don't like snow. I never have. My birthday is in January, and I've always hated my birthday because it always SNOWS on my birthday. My mother tried to encourage me with an igloo birthday cake one year - that didn't help my perspective. I still don't like it.
I don't like getting my feet wet, I don't like being cold, I don't like getting all bundled up and then having to go to the bathroom, I don't like dodging other drivers on snow-covered roads, I don't like it.
I'm not a total pessimist though.
I do like hot chocolate.
I do like days off of school.
I do like watching my kids (from the window) play in the snow.
I do like the look of it.
I just don't want to be in it.
The other day, we had a few inches of snow. The kids bounded out bed. "It snowed!" Before I could get my feet pajamas out of bed, they had dug up the snow boots and snow suits from last winter.
I parked myself in the living room, and tried to navigate which kid could wear which boot this season, and who could wear which coat. FINALLY, the big kids are able to basically dress themselves so I was left to help Gideon and Rachel.
After tripping over and few dozen gloves and scarves, Gideon approached me so I could put on the finishing touches. Gloves on, boots tied, coat zipped..."Mom, can I go now?" Nope. We still need a hat.
I put the hat on and 4-year-old-Gideon, hot with sweat, looked up at me and said, "This is ridiculous."
I couldn't agree more.
I don't like getting my feet wet, I don't like being cold, I don't like getting all bundled up and then having to go to the bathroom, I don't like dodging other drivers on snow-covered roads, I don't like it.
I'm not a total pessimist though.
I do like hot chocolate.
I do like days off of school.
I do like watching my kids (from the window) play in the snow.
I do like the look of it.
I just don't want to be in it.
The other day, we had a few inches of snow. The kids bounded out bed. "It snowed!" Before I could get my feet pajamas out of bed, they had dug up the snow boots and snow suits from last winter.
I parked myself in the living room, and tried to navigate which kid could wear which boot this season, and who could wear which coat. FINALLY, the big kids are able to basically dress themselves so I was left to help Gideon and Rachel.
After tripping over and few dozen gloves and scarves, Gideon approached me so I could put on the finishing touches. Gloves on, boots tied, coat zipped..."Mom, can I go now?" Nope. We still need a hat.
I put the hat on and 4-year-old-Gideon, hot with sweat, looked up at me and said, "This is ridiculous."
I couldn't agree more.
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