Archive for June, 2007

Duh.

Monday, June 25th, 2007

Yesterday B. was watching Taylor make a stick figure cartoon on the computer; the program is a cross between an old fashioned “flip book” and the paint program on windows. The stick guys fight, carrying huge weapons (scimitars, scythes, etc) and both boys find it immensely amusing. It’s sort of like […]

Rough life

Friday, June 22nd, 2007

Me: “Hey Reagan, why aren’t your dishes done?”
Reagan: (rolls eyes) “MOOOOOM, I was busy today. I was at the POOOOL.”

It’s not rocket science.

Tuesday, June 19th, 2007

I spent last week at day camp, teacher assisting a rocket’s class. It was hot, fun, hot, frustrating, fun and hot. My class consisted of thirteen 9-13 year old boys. A lively, interesting bunch.
A few interesting conversations I had:
Me: “Let’s glue these styrofoam cups together for the body of the rockets.”
J: “I […]

Oh, shit.

Monday, June 11th, 2007

Making a wrong turn, “Shit!”
Taylor’s delightful response: “Shit, mom you shouldn’t say ’shit’ or, shit, we might say ’shit’ too, and that would be really shitty.”

Monday, June 11th, 2007

Me: What’s this ‘Degrassi’ show about?
B: Oh, there’s this guy and he likes this girl but then he likes this other girl, it’s like one of those love triangles.
Me: Oh, so it’s a story about love?
B: No, it’s a story about makin’ love.

This has not been enhanced for comedic effect (or is it affect?)

Friday, June 8th, 2007

My yesterday:
1. After picking up a friend in the country, Taylor and said Friend made a kite out of tissue paper and dental floss. And flew it out the back window of my car.
2. Upon arriving home they T.P.’d our garage. I caught them, ordered them to clean it up.
3. Went out […]

Thursday, June 7th, 2007

“Knocked Up”

Tuesday, June 5th, 2007

No, not me, the movie.
It was good. But I’ll leave you with one thought:
Who gets a bikini wax when they are nine months pregnant?

Siberia

Monday, June 4th, 2007

Taylor: Where’s the remote?
Chris: I don’t know… in a remote location?