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Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Wednesday Hodgepodge

Look at me acting like a real blogger with two posts in one day!
I've missed out on the Hodgepodge the past couple weeks, so I have to jump back in.



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1. Have you ever been served breakfast in bed? Did you enjoy that? If someone were serving you breakfast in bed this coming weekend what would you hope to see on the tray?

Well, once for my birthday Josh & the kids brought me a plate of cake and milk into bed.  He knows that I feel there’s never a wrong time to have dessert.

I don’t think there’s a chance that I’ll be receiving breakfast in bed this weekend. If I did, eating it would violate my rule about not eating things that children prepare. 
You know what happened the last time I did that. 

2. What is one piece of advice you would give a new mother?

I don’t give advice, I just point and laugh.
Kidding!

I tell them that crying is normal. 


Oh, and it’s okay if the baby cries, too.

3. When was the last time you wanted to scream? Explain.

I think the last thing that got me really frustrated was dealing with our previous renter while he was preparing to move out.  Josh and I had to practice bring mature adults, since he decided not to. It was a good learning experience for us as landlords, and that’s the most positive spin I can put on it. 

4. Can you hula hoop? 
Hula hooping has been a big topic of conversation around here lately. Last week, we took the kids to the store. Alex had been saving her dollar from the tooth fairy, a $2 bill she got for Valentine's day, and $5 she got in an Easter card. It was just enough to buy the $8 light-up hula hoop she desperately wanted. 

That girl came home, and hula'd her little heart out. She was so proud that she figured it out. She actually bruised her hips from doing it so much. 

As for me, I have a weighted hula hoop that is supposed to work your core. I haven't seen a lot of results, but that's probably because it's been hanging in the garage since we moved here. 
Today I vow to remove it from the garage, and hula for 30 minutes while I watch a TV show tonight. 

I'll let you know how that turns out.

5. What is something people do in traffic that really bothers you?

Here in the south, people take things a little slower.
This includes accelerating from a red light when it turns green.
It feels like each person waits to see the guy in front of them drive off, then they think to themselves "Well, y'all, it seems that maybe I should start moving now. Let me take this here foot off the break and give 'er a go."
By this time the light is yellow.

We Yankees like things to move a little faster.
This same phenomenon happens at the checkout counters, too. Each person has to have their conversation with the cashier while my ice cream melts.

I love the friendliness, just wish I could make it a faster kind of friendly.

6. What do you do when people don't admit they're wrong?

I think for me it would depend on the situation. I'm not confrontational, so I probably wouldn't do anything. Then I'd brush it off.
Or maybe hold a grudge for the next few decades.


Luckily, I'm married to a man who is actually very good at doing this. Unfortunately for him, he's married to a woman who isn't.

7. What is the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word 'fun'?

I think of my family doing an activity together that we all enjoy. Right now, our upcoming Disney trip pops into my thoughts.
Holla, Mickey Mouse!

8. Insert your own random thought here.
Yesterday my uncle got all photo-happy on Facebook and started tagging me in old pictures. In one of them I was 14 years old, and wearing shorts that came up to my rib cage, over a shirt that I know snapped at the crotch.
The teenager onesie.

Oh, the humanity.



13 comments:

Joyce said...

Ha- the teenage onesie...I think we called them body suits... Eeewwwww!

Bobbi said...

Wait...#2...you mean you don't still do that? *sniff...I'm havin' a time of it lately!

Corie said...

Send me those pics!! I have to see :)

I'm Erin. said...

Well, dear sister, the pics are readily accessible to my facebook friends. You, however, have never sent me a friend request.
How rude!
And I didn't want to be the one to break the news to you, but you were in that picture too.

Proverbs 31 Wannabe said...

I remember the teenage onesie! Oh yes, we all had them.

LynnMarie said...

Oh would love to see that photo!!

Guiding Light said...

GREATLY enjoyed your post! Thanks for the giggles! Blessings!

Charming's Mama said...

I wanna see that photo too!

I hate it when people start to slow down on the freeway on ramp before trying to merge into traffic. The on ramp is for speeding up people not slowing down, so that when you merge you can do it at freeway speed.

That is so funny about the "teenage onesie" I was thinking about those this morning and what a fashion faux pas they were after changing my 18 mo. olds diaper.

Jennifer said...

I saw that picture of you... Ha ha ha!! :)

auburnchick said...

Old(er) people who figure out how to use Facebook can be d-a-n-g-e-r-o-u-s. It's the newest way that our elders can embarrass us...by posting pictures of us using the potty when we're three...and our best male friend was was also three looked on. Not cool. :D

Taylor said...

I am going to see these pictures. Oh yes I am.

I had something else to say . . . but I can't remember.

Oh.
Well.

Christina said...

My dad is the one having a long and friendly conversation with the cashier. :) (In Virginia though, not in NC)
I totally had the teenager onesie, and I have pictures of me wearing that thing with short short cutoff shorts, in NYC with my mom. What was she thinking letting me wear that crazy outfit?!
I was very sad to see that the first few pictures that I was tagged in on Facebook were so horrible that I wanted to die a thousand deaths. I was such a dork when I was 12, and in one of the pics my hand looks like an alien-transplant.

Brent said...

Photo Happy, LOL, you have no Idea the amount of pictures I nave been going thru, you really need to see the stack I gave your dad, you will be cracking on him hard, they are so funny.