Shotgun stayed home from school with a sore throat. He asked me if he had “STRESS throat.” There’s an accurate description for you! Stress throat is much easier to cure than STREP, right??? 11/7/04
Tag: funny stories
Lodging Included
Blondie was talking to me about the Page Basketball tournament. I asked about the price and she said, “That includes food and lounging.” Truth is– that is probably more correct than “lodging” !!!! 6/6/04
Laundry 101: What NOT to do
The other day, Cinco (11) decided to wash his laundry For some random reason, BJ Dude (13) decided to throw his backpack in with his brother’s load. I only know about this because of the screaming I heard and this placed before my face:
Yes, that is his Sunday shirt. Yes, that is Pink Highlighter.
It turns out that BJ Dude emptied out his papers and books, but left everything else:
Yes, that is pens, pencils, Highlighters, glue sticks, deodorant, erasers, wisp toothbrushes, magnetic oval thingies, permanent sharpies. Oh yeah, this is what I pulled OUT of the washer after I got all the clothes out. Those are PIECES of the highlighters, the rest came out wrapped in the clothes all broken up.
And here’s the rest of the damage. I spent over an hour soaking and scrubbing trying to spare the other shirts and shorts. Seriously, how do you not want to steal all your kid’s money to go repurchase new clothes and want to throttle him besides??!! I was seething after scrubbing for so long my arms hurt.
But alas, I decided the best approach was to chuck the Sunday shirt (I will have to buy a new one of that) and take pictures and post about it. It seems to ease the frustration, I suppose– sharing my laundry grieviences with you all.
I still cannot figure out why you would put a back pack in with clothes anyway because of the damage it could do from the weight of it.
Oh well, lesson learned, I hope.
1. Pink highlighter does NOT come out very well.
2. Blue highlighter comes out better
3. DO NOT put backpacks in with regular laundry
4. If you do put your back pack in with regular laundry, PLEASE get EVERYTHING out!
*deep sigh* I feel better now, getting that off my chest.
Of Mice & Milk
Studed Lakers & Sweathearts
Okay, since Paul has vacated the room, I’ll tell you the funny story. Last Monday I read the letter he wrote to Sam (on his mission) before I sent it out. He was telling Sam that the Lakers beat San Antonio 4 games to 2. Then he wrote and I quote, “Studid Lakers, Studid Lakers, Studid Lakers, Studid……..” Well, being the smart aleck that I am, I called MP up and said, “What did you tell Sam about the Lakers in your letter?”
“I told him that they were STUPID!”
“How do you spell ‘stupid’?”
“S-t-u-p-i-d.”
“Oh, well, in your letter you wrote ‘studed Lakers, studed Lakers, studed Lakers, studed…’ (That’s how I pronounced it.) I wasn’t sure if you meant they were a ‘star studed’ team or if they really were ‘stupid.'” MP made some comment about me being mean about his spelling, then said, “I even read the letter to BJ Dude and didn’t catch that.”
I’m sorry, but I was really laughing now!! When I said goodbye to MP, he replied, “goodbye SWEATheart.” Which is the other major spelling error he has been razzed about for years now. When he was on his mission, he sent a birthday card to my little sister which said, “you are a cute and a sweat girl.” At least he has a great sense of humor.
What I learned at church….
Blast Tarts
Heirlooms and Harems
Mr. Perfect (Malaprop Man) was in Wal-Mart with Sam getting some stuff. They saw one of MP’s employees with bunch of girls around him. MP/MM said to Sam, “looks like he’s got his heirloom.”
Sam said, “Well, dad, if you’re referring to the girls, you probably mean a HAREM!”
When Sam told us the story the other night, MP/MM said, “See Blondie didn’t notice anything.” She is definitely her Dad’s girl!! 4/9/07
Kite Festivals & the Real Disneyland
BJ Dude volunteered at the Kite Festival today as a service. Paul came home and asked him about his day.
MP: How was the kite festival? This was the first one you’ve been to right?
BJ Dude: It was like Ghetto Disneyland.
Nothing more to say, I’m still laughing.