If your husband really doesn't like people who are in the fast lane, but who drive slowly, and he starts to drive close behind them and mutters things that they should do, like move out of the passing lane, here's an idea...
If the car in front of you has their business phone number on the back, you could pick up your cell phone, like you are going to politely call them and ask them to move over. When your husband sees this, he will realize what you are doing (because he knows you so well) and he will most likely forget about tailgating them and move to the next lane. Then all the madness will end.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Aimee's Words of Wisdom -- Speeding Tickets
If you are ever thinking that it would be cheaper to drive to the furniture store and pick up your new furniture to save the $60 delivery fee, keep in mind that if you get a speeding ticket on the way to the store that costs $80, it would've been cheaper to just pay the delivery fee.
Also, as you leave the furniture store and drive back down the same road you got the speeding ticket on, and see the same cop pulling someone else over, you may get a dirty look from the cop if you give a little toot on the horn and wave as you pass him.
Also, as you leave the furniture store and drive back down the same road you got the speeding ticket on, and see the same cop pulling someone else over, you may get a dirty look from the cop if you give a little toot on the horn and wave as you pass him.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Husbands in Home Depot
When your husband leaves for Home Depot, are you a little concerned that he may not be able to control himself? Are you worried that he may come home with a saw, drill, or other gadgets that cost a fortune?
Well, I pity you, because luckily Matt's product obsession at Home Depot is not very expensive.
I came in the garage the other day and noticed Matt's recent purchases. I couldn't help myself and had to gather these up and take a picture...
Well, I pity you, because luckily Matt's product obsession at Home Depot is not very expensive.
I came in the garage the other day and noticed Matt's recent purchases. I couldn't help myself and had to gather these up and take a picture...
They are products to get rid of hornets. Ha! I think we could rid the entire neighborhood of hornets with this much stuff.
Matt does not like hornets. He is very allergic to bee stings, so I think that has made him wary of hornets, too. Nonetheless, we are prepared for a hornet outbreak in our yard. Just in case you were worried about us...
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Chaos!
For my own, personal remembrance, I am posting these pictures of our house during the chaotic two-weeks we had during the summer of '09.
This is why I had to clean my face with toilet paper one evening... no access to anything. Our closets, cupboards, bed, etc. were covered in plastic as they sprayed our ceiling white. It is also why we raided the basement pantry. (Note to self: Know what I'm getting in to next time and be prepared.)
The kids said they felt like we were camping -- all sleeping on the basement family room floor together.
When some of the cupboards were available, we went upstairs to get food. The table and counters were still covered, so the kids had to eat on the floor.
This is just some of the garbage the painters gathered up from all the plastic/paper/etc. Some of it is still in our garage. For the next few garbage days, you will see our can overflowing!
Although the painting was by far the most inconvenient (and smelly), moving half our house out to the living room and family room was no picnic. Thanks to good home teachers and great friends who helped. (Matt, Ray, Peter, Aric, Bart, Jay, Tom, are all very strong guys! You should see them haul a grand piano into the kitchen. It was awesome!!)
We unloaded all kinds of stuff from our closets, as we prepared for carpet.
Matt and I didn't mind sleeping on the floor again -- at least this time we were on our mattress, instead of the air bed.
My personality is to just get things done. The two-weeks of cramming to do paint, then cabinets, then hardware, then carpet, was not fun. I prefer cramming, though, over having these things drag out, so now that we are done, I am thrilled!
(Don't worry, I've got that kitchen table up for sale.)
This is why I had to clean my face with toilet paper one evening... no access to anything. Our closets, cupboards, bed, etc. were covered in plastic as they sprayed our ceiling white. It is also why we raided the basement pantry. (Note to self: Know what I'm getting in to next time and be prepared.)
The kids said they felt like we were camping -- all sleeping on the basement family room floor together.
When some of the cupboards were available, we went upstairs to get food. The table and counters were still covered, so the kids had to eat on the floor.
This is just some of the garbage the painters gathered up from all the plastic/paper/etc. Some of it is still in our garage. For the next few garbage days, you will see our can overflowing!
Although the painting was by far the most inconvenient (and smelly), moving half our house out to the living room and family room was no picnic. Thanks to good home teachers and great friends who helped. (Matt, Ray, Peter, Aric, Bart, Jay, Tom, are all very strong guys! You should see them haul a grand piano into the kitchen. It was awesome!!)
We unloaded all kinds of stuff from our closets, as we prepared for carpet.
Matt and I didn't mind sleeping on the floor again -- at least this time we were on our mattress, instead of the air bed.
My personality is to just get things done. The two-weeks of cramming to do paint, then cabinets, then hardware, then carpet, was not fun. I prefer cramming, though, over having these things drag out, so now that we are done, I am thrilled! 
(Don't worry, I've got that kitchen table up for sale.)
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Creative Kids
I don't feel like I am a very creative parent. I used to be creative. Back in high school, I would make up words to well-known songs and the SBO's would sing them over the morning announcements. I'm sure people got very tired of us. I had announcements about football games sung to "Gilligan's Island," etc. In fact, I even rewrote the words to Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire," to fit our school. I included every activity, sport and club in the song somehow. The chorus was, "We are the Taylorsville Warriors, we have got lots of spirit, so c'mon let's hear it..." It was fun because the school band would play the song at football games and the crowd would sing the chorus to my made up words. It was a proud moment. (I will admit that "We Didn't Start the Fire" is one of my favorite songs. It actually helped me pass the AP American History test in HS. The song has historic events and they are actually in year order. Gotta love Billy Joel! (Oooh, I hope he doesn't die now that I've mentioned him on my blog. Yikes!))
Unfortunately, I feel like as I get older, my brain shifts from the right to the left. Maybe it means I'm just plain old tired, I don't know.
Anyway, I have kids who are very creative. Aubree, currently has an "office" in her room. She has a desk and so does her friend, Shaniah. They "go to work" down there and their business is making greeting cards. They are very cute.
Tyler, can build anything out of Legos. Seriously, the kid is a Lego genius (if I do say so myself). I am sad, as he is starting to outgrow this hobby. He has developed a new hobby... blogging. I didn't encourage this in any way, either. Yesterday, out of nowhere, he told me he had created a blog about a fictional character -- Barry Jerry. I figure it is a good way for him to practice his writing/language skills while he is out of school. If you want to check it out, it is http://thelifeandtimesofbarryjerry.blogspot.com/. Start with the first entry, so you can be introduced to Barry Jerry. He totally cracks me up! We'll see how long this blogging thing lasts...
Unfortunately, I feel like as I get older, my brain shifts from the right to the left. Maybe it means I'm just plain old tired, I don't know.
Anyway, I have kids who are very creative. Aubree, currently has an "office" in her room. She has a desk and so does her friend, Shaniah. They "go to work" down there and their business is making greeting cards. They are very cute.
Tyler, can build anything out of Legos. Seriously, the kid is a Lego genius (if I do say so myself). I am sad, as he is starting to outgrow this hobby. He has developed a new hobby... blogging. I didn't encourage this in any way, either. Yesterday, out of nowhere, he told me he had created a blog about a fictional character -- Barry Jerry. I figure it is a good way for him to practice his writing/language skills while he is out of school. If you want to check it out, it is http://thelifeandtimesofbarryjerry.blogspot.com/. Start with the first entry, so you can be introduced to Barry Jerry. He totally cracks me up! We'll see how long this blogging thing lasts...
Michael Jackson
Okay, so I find it very weird that I don't talk about, or think about Michael Jackson for over 25 years. Then, I suddenly find myself blogging about him (see http://thelittlefigs.blogspot.com/2009/06/80s-rock.html)... and then he dies.
Is that weird??
Don't worry, I won't blog about any of you, in case you're worried.
Is that weird??
Don't worry, I won't blog about any of you, in case you're worried.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Sirens and Fire Engines
I'm a bit embarrassed to admit that I've wasted some of your tax dollars. I am, in fact, humiliated by the experience that I'm about to share. I am hoping that by blogging about this, it will lessen my guilt and I will be able to move on with my life, so here it goes...
Earlier in the week the painters were finishing up some glaze on our cabinets. It was a terrible, strong smell, so we left the house. I got a call on my cell phone from our alarm service that our smoke detectors had gone off. Shortly thereafter, the painter called me. I asked him if there was a fire and he said, "No," but the spray had set them off. In the background I could hear the blaring smoke detectors. Our alarm system also issues a verbal command, "A fire has been detected. Please leave the premises immediately." I assured him that I would call the alarm company and try to get the alarm off. I called him back and someone else answered his phone. "This is Mike from the Fire Department," he said. I apologized profusely that the fire engine had come to my house. Mike reset my system and they left.
A few days later... the carpet guy was installing our carpet. I had been home almost the entire time he was there. The kids and I decided to run to the dollar theater, and in the middle of the movie, I had a phone call from the security service again. I quickly left the theater, called my house, found out that there was no fire, but the steam from the carpet seamer set it off. I called the alarm company, but it was too late. The fire department had AGAIN shown up at my house, within only a few days of our other false alarm.
To hear the carpet guy tell the story was kind of funny. First he told me he had to go home and get some aspirin for his headache. He told me how obnoxious and loud the voice was that told him to "exit the premises immediately." Then he said he heard some sirens down the street and he thought to himself, "I hope they are not coming here." Sure enough, the fire engine came screaming into our circle. A full blown fire engine! TWICE!!
So there you have it. The poor fire department may think we are crying wolf again in the event of a real fire, so I hope we never have one. I'm not sure how much it costs for each false alarm, but gas can't be cheap to run those babies, and I'm sure the firemen have better things to do than show up at my house to visit painters and carpet layers. And... why didn't it ever happen when I was home?? It would've been so much easier!
To tax payers everywhere: I am so sorry!!!
Earlier in the week the painters were finishing up some glaze on our cabinets. It was a terrible, strong smell, so we left the house. I got a call on my cell phone from our alarm service that our smoke detectors had gone off. Shortly thereafter, the painter called me. I asked him if there was a fire and he said, "No," but the spray had set them off. In the background I could hear the blaring smoke detectors. Our alarm system also issues a verbal command, "A fire has been detected. Please leave the premises immediately." I assured him that I would call the alarm company and try to get the alarm off. I called him back and someone else answered his phone. "This is Mike from the Fire Department," he said. I apologized profusely that the fire engine had come to my house. Mike reset my system and they left.
A few days later... the carpet guy was installing our carpet. I had been home almost the entire time he was there. The kids and I decided to run to the dollar theater, and in the middle of the movie, I had a phone call from the security service again. I quickly left the theater, called my house, found out that there was no fire, but the steam from the carpet seamer set it off. I called the alarm company, but it was too late. The fire department had AGAIN shown up at my house, within only a few days of our other false alarm.
To hear the carpet guy tell the story was kind of funny. First he told me he had to go home and get some aspirin for his headache. He told me how obnoxious and loud the voice was that told him to "exit the premises immediately." Then he said he heard some sirens down the street and he thought to himself, "I hope they are not coming here." Sure enough, the fire engine came screaming into our circle. A full blown fire engine! TWICE!!
So there you have it. The poor fire department may think we are crying wolf again in the event of a real fire, so I hope we never have one. I'm not sure how much it costs for each false alarm, but gas can't be cheap to run those babies, and I'm sure the firemen have better things to do than show up at my house to visit painters and carpet layers. And... why didn't it ever happen when I was home?? It would've been so much easier!
To tax payers everywhere: I am so sorry!!!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Caleb's Star Wars Theory
Caleb, my 5 year old, has an interesting Star Wars theory. He says, "Once Anakin kisses Padme, then he turns bad and she dies."
Those of you who are Star Wars geeks like us, will understand this. The rest of you need to go rent the six movies. To summarize, they do kiss. Anakin does turn bad (Darth Vader), and eventually Padme does die. These events do not occur because they kiss, however.
As you can tell, Caleb is very adverse to kissing. He thinks it is incredibly gross. I hope he doesn't have psychological problems someday. (If you think you will turn bad and/or die from kissing, that can't be healthy.)
Those of you who are Star Wars geeks like us, will understand this. The rest of you need to go rent the six movies. To summarize, they do kiss. Anakin does turn bad (Darth Vader), and eventually Padme does die. These events do not occur because they kiss, however.
As you can tell, Caleb is very adverse to kissing. He thinks it is incredibly gross. I hope he doesn't have psychological problems someday. (If you think you will turn bad and/or die from kissing, that can't be healthy.)
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