Category: Silliness

Just How Many?

SuperMan had a couple of rain out days this week. He spent some time rearranging and decluttering things – that’s what he likes to do…strange, I know.

Anyway, as he was doing so, we realized one thing -  I have a LOT of crock pots.

I don’t think I’ve made any secret of my love of crock pots – and the fact that I use them very frequently – often 2 or 3 times a week.  Whoever invented the crock pot has my undying love. It is a busy mom’s dream come true (that and about 4 hrs of uninterrupted sleep).

Most people I know have one crock pot. If they have any at all.

Me?

Well, let’s just say I’m an overachiever.

ahem.

Yeah, let’s say that.

Before I show you how many I have, let me tell you this – I have only purchased one of these (maybe two, I can’t remember)  myself.  The rest have been gifts.  Well loved, greatly appreciated gifts. (someone knew they key to my heart was through cooking appliances)

And, truthfully, I use every single one of them.

They all have a purpose to which they are best suited and I love putting them to use – especially when it means I’m serving up some love to my family and friends.

Okay, enough stalling…

Here’s my crock pot family.

The girls tell me there is “Big Daddy,” “Momma,” “Big Sister,” and “Baby.”  I think the other one is a cousin or something.

hee hee

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Yes, you do count FIVE crock pots.

But aren’t they a cute family?

More Silliness

I just love these cartoons.

And, because I’m a little sleep deprived today and my brain is not forming coherent thoughts, I don’t think a “normal” post is in the cards.

I hope you enjoy:

comic strip

Hibernating sounds really good to me right about now…

Sunday Silliness

It's coming…

Are you ready?

Bachelor

Premiers January 3.

Just after all the holiday gluttony and sloth, we get to indulge in a little brainless TV watching.
(as in no one on the show has a brain)

I am alternately ashamed and excited.

But I'll probably be watching.

At least the first few episodes.  

I watched Brad's last season. I was one of the ones who thought he did the right thing by not picking anyone. I'm interested to see how they play this season with him.  Especially since he's been around the block once already and knows all the sneaky tricks they use.

How about you?  Will you be watching? 

Ode to the Dryer

Dear Mr. Dryer,

I hear you in there. Honestly, I do.

As I walk by the laundry room door, I hear your mumbled reminders – “Hey, there’s clothes in here!” “Hey, come and get these clothes before they wrinkle!” “Did you forget about me?” “I’m in here, and I’m full. Come and empty me!”

But, Mr. Dryer, you need to understand. I have other things going on. I can’t always answer you when you call – I can’t always respond immediately when you beep so insistently from the laundry room.

That “beep, beep, beep” that continues for hours and hours until I finally come in there and open your door.

I just can’t.

There are kids to feed, conference calls to attend. Life to live.

You are going to have to learn to be more patient with me. I’ll get to you when I can.

IMG_0133 And when I do finally get around to giving you the attention you think you are so deserving of, what do you say to me?

“I’m hungry! Fill me up!”

Sigh.

Never satisfied.

Mind Games

I will start this post by admitting to you that what I’m about to share is a little bit crazy… as in I’m a little bit crazy.  But, if you know me, this is not news to you.  Yes, I’m a little bit crazy – aren’t we all?

Today’s craziness is all about getting up in the morning – and the mind games we play with ourselves around the dreaded alarm clock.

Let me ask you a few questions:

  • Do you set your clock to the ACTUAL time, or do you set it just a little bit fast?
  • Do you set your alarm early so that you can hit the snooze button a few times?

Now, it is confession time.

I do both.

How crazy is that?

Seriously crazy, I think.

But I’ve already admitted to you I’m a little nuts.

SuperMan is nuts, too.

Both clocks in our bedroom are set fast. Mine is about 20-30 minutes fast. His? I have no idea. I haven’t figured it out.

And while this seems a little crazy – I mean, if I KNOW the clock is set fast, then all I have to do is do a little math and I know what time it really is, right? I’m not fooling anyone…

or am I?

You see, the monkeys use my clock as a check as to whether or not it is really bedtime.  So, I get a little head-start this way.

But, it is nuts. I admit it.

Especially when you add in the fact that I set my alarm early so I can hit the snooze button a few times. It makes me feel like I am getting more sleep.  It’s probably terrible for me, but I do it anyway.

So…image

20-30 minutes fast on the clock setting + 20-30 minutes early on the alarm setting = too much math to do at 5AM when the alarm goes off. (or at least I THINK it’s 5AM)

So what do I do? I get up when I have hit the snooze 3 times. I know that it is roughly the right time to get up.  Some days, I get up earlier; some days I hit that snooze button just one more time (and usually regret it because then I have to rush)

Why do I play these mind games with myself?

I have no clue.

I’ve been doing it for so long I can’t even remember why I started in the first place. 

And I wonder if I quit would it totally mess me up and make me late? Who knows.

But tell me this… am I the only one who does this?

Come on, admit it… tell me you do, too.

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Have you ever noticed?

Ok, it’s not Wednesday, so I can’t be Wondering on Wednesday anymore… but I’m wondering just the same….

Wondering about hair of all things.image

I’m not one of those every-six-week haircut kinda gals.  I’m a little more low-maintenance (with my hair, anyway) than that.  I usually determine when it’s time for a haircut by the level of frustration I have with managing my hair times the number of days I just want to put it up in a giant clip and forget that it is there.

When that happens, I break down and call my hairdresser for an appointment.

But what I find fascinating is the fact that the very day you are scheduled for your hair appointment will be the exact same day that your hair decides to be absolutely, gloriously, stunning.  Every curl will be in place, it will shine like the golden sun, and you will feel supermodel-ish when you view your luxurious hair in the mirror.

And why is that?

Does our hair sense when we’re about to subject it to the butchery of a hairdresser’s shears?

(well, wait, I hope your hairdresser doesn’t butcher your hair… bad choice of words, there… moving along)

How does your hair know?  Is it sentient?

Is it thinking “Oh, gosh, guys, we gotta pull it together here. She’s getting ready to cut us off!”

And, of course, if you decide (like I’ve done before) that it’s not really that bad and you call and cancel your hair appointment… 

(because you have been lulled into a false sense of security by that conniving hair on your head)

Of course, if you do that, you know what is going to happen.

You’re going to wake up the next day with Hair from Hell that won’t be tamed.

Of course!