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If You’re Happy and You Know It, Spit It Out!
Both my two oldest girls are getting braces put on their teeth, this week (OUCH!) so, I took them to their first (of many) orthodontic appointment, last Friday, much to their absolute GLEE!
"WHOOT!"
Having their impressions taken and then spacers, the size of popcorn balls put in between their teeth (double-OUCH!) (not really, but just as painful, they said) not so much.
"Open wide!"
[giggle]
"Shuddup, Holly!"
[click]
"Let's try that again…aaaaand…open wide."
[snort]
"Shuddup, Mom!"
[click]
"GAH!"
The dental hygienist, however, was in no mood (judging by the permanent frown line, that ran from her forehead, right down to her pale blue crocs) especially, having to listen to a couple of teenagers crack each other up.
"I'm sorry, but they're just a lee-til excited."
[sound of crickets chirping]
"Just shuddup…no, wait…I mean…open wide for the nice lady, Heather."
[snort]
Then, 30 minutes later, it was Holly's turn.
"Okay, now rinse."
The girls have waited a long time for this moment and, well, since my teeth are as far from perfect as one can get, before actually being declared, you know, dentally-impaired, I can't say as I blamed them for feeling a bit giddy.
[swish, swoosh, swish, swoosh]
"Why don't you get braces, too, Momma?"
[swish, swoosh, swish, swoosh]
"Me?"
I watched Holly nod, in between the swishing and the swooshing, in total agreement with Heather.
"Nah."
After 40-something years, I've sort of grown accustomed to my lopsided grin.
"I'd probably break them on a marshmallow, or something."
[swish, swoosh, swish, swoosh]
"Spit it out, already, ya' DING DONG!"
PUH-TOO-WEE!
[eyes go wide]
"Didn't your mom teach you to spit better than that?"
[snort]
The dental hygienist sighed, unclipped the bib from Holly's drippy chin and, well, I guess she figured, if you can't beat 'em…you know…make 'em spit.
"Ewwww, it's STILL connected!"
Who knew, dental hygienists could be so touchy?
"Can't wait for next week!"
Me, either.
"I'll bring the popcorn!"
[sound of crickets chirping]
Ibuprofen, anyone?
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Love Accidentally
Morale of the story: Maybe I shouldn't holler at the kids, for leaving their stuff lying around the house, so much, right?
Feel better soon, Papa!
Happy Love Thursday, everyone!
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The Blog Post My Husband Will Most Likely Hate – If He Read My Blog, I Mean.
One day, last week (I forget which, exactly) I opened the front door to let the sunshine in and I kept it open, all day.
The birds were chattering (loudly) and the temperature, outside, hovered around 40 degrees.
As the dog watched the dust bunnies frolic, in and out, from underneath the couch, I allowed the calmness of the moment to wash over me and wring my heart free of all the troubles that have claimed squatter's rights for the last few months.
It was glorious.
Then, the clock on the wall began mocking me (BEYOTCH!) a squirrel ran in front of the door (RODENT!) and the dog nearly made my husband's wishes come true, by giving me a heart attack, when he ran, head first, into the glass storm door.
Stupid dog!
Garth [not his real name] has been making light of the fact that perhaps it is time that he looked for a new wife.
"Since, mine seems to be breaking down."
Oh, he didn't mean it, not really, and it's not like he was trying to be mean, or lying, for that matter, it's just that, well, I am…feeling quite broken, at the moment.
"You hate me, don't you?"
Of course, I don't hate my husband — although, I would be tempted to click the "unlike" button, upon occasion, if life was really like Facebook — on the contrary, I often times admit (yes, out loud) that I could NEVER do, you know, what I do, without having Garth [not his real name] on my side.
Until now.
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Love Thursday: So, Boom!
Love is….making mommy laugh at bedtime…so, BOOM!
Happy Love Thursday, everyone….'cawse, it IS almost Friday….so, BOOM!
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She IS the Ty Pennington of Blog Design
Soooooo, what do ya' think? Cynthia at NW Blog Design put together an awesome new look for Scribbit (seriously, go take a peek, I'm pretty sure Michelle won't mind) and, well, in my opinion, her redesign fits the feel of her blog, very well!
"Love what you did at Scribbit's place!"
So, I thought, maybe, juuuuuuust maybe, Cyn could help even a dork (like me) get a virtual remodel — but, how DOES one best define This Full House?
Um, shuddup, I know, that was a rhetorical question, really.
After 16 years of perpetual renovation, (see virtual tour) IRL, I'm STILL staring at drywall, but we've ALL grown used to it and my house has this laid-back, sort of shabby ecclectic feel.
Even IF my house is a mess (IRL) I believe that Cyn hit the nail right on the head and, well, I really, really, like what she's done with the place!
"Honey, I blew up my navigation bar!"
Yeah, I was messing around a little and the nav bar does NOT work, at the moment (I know, act surprised, anyway) but, Cyn said she would help me fix it (she's a saint, really) right after she redoes my other blog, to match!
Since, you know, Ty Pennington won't even return my calls and NO, can't say as I blame him, either.
Stupid drywall!
[Edited to add: I fixed the nav bar…all…by..ownself…and, well, if only I could say the same for the rest of the house — stupid under-cabinet lighting!]
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On A Long Winter’s Night
And the snow began to fall…aaaaand, fall…school was closed…the next day, too. Then, ALL the lights went out.
"GAAAAAAH!"
Aaaaand, DAYUM, it was dark.
"Don't NOBODY move!"
The sort of inky gloom that makes a person lose all sense of good grammar, too.
"Do we have any candles?"
Is the Pope, well, whatever.
[click, click, click, click]
"I'm cold…I have to go to the bathroom…I'm scared…I'm hungry!"
It's hard, you know? Living in the suburbs.
"Whatever you do, do NOT open that fridge!"
Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Time stops, in the dark.
"Okay, who blew out the candles?"
Like moths to a flame, they just can't help themselves.
"Are we gonna freeze…can we flush the toilet…are we gonna die…do we have enough food?
[click, click, click, click]
"Everyone, close your eyes, take a deep breath and relax."
[whoosh]
"Okay, who blew out the candles?"
Honestly, I don't know how the pioneers did it.
"Um…wait…wait…I got one!"
It's hard, you know? Playing charades…in the dark, inky, gloom.
"No, it's MY turn!"
Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Can cabin fever kill?
[flash, blink, blink, zap]
"POWER'S BACK!"
Aaaand, DAYUM, just in time, too.
"QUICK, turn the lights out AGAIN!"
[ZAP!]
"GAAAAAAH!"
Of course, pioneer parents probably would have agreed that playing head games on your kids is really quite fun.
"Don't NOBODY move!"
Or, perhaps if they had really good timing AND quick access to the circuit breakers, they probably would…I mean.
FWAHMP!
"Okay, who blew one?"
Stupid snowpocalypse!
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Love Thursday: Quiet Time
Love is….finding a quiet moment.
Happy Love Thursday, everyone. May you find yourself…a little quiet time.
If all else fails, tell your kids (or, whoever) that you are giving yourself a time-out, today.
‘Cawse, I said so!
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