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a funny…

S. Anderson — Wed, 05 May 2010 01:37:45 +0000

Em: Hey, isn’t that where you get your hair done?

Me: Yup!

Mom: I need to go in there and get some hair for the garden to keep the groundhogs away.

Em: Oh, that works for groundhogs too?

Mom: Yeah. I am wondering if I can go out every once in a while and spray it with hairspray to keep it fresh.

Em: Well, it would definitely keep it in place!

So awful it’s funny!

a moment from oklahoma

S. Anderson — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 15:26:02 +0000

Me: Caleb, what do you want for your birthday?

Caleb (our nephew who was turning 5): Oh, lots of stuff!

M: Okay, what do you want me to get you?

C: Whatever you want! But, nothing girly!

I love a kid that knows what they want!

grammar conversations with the boy…

S. Anderson — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 05:14:19 +0000

Me: “I love the word demolished. It is a great word.”

The Boy: “But, wait, if demolished means destroyed, then what does molished mean?”

M: “What?”

TB: “You know, de- would be the predicate. Wait, is that right?”

M: “No, I think you mean prefix. Wait, do you know what a predicate is?”

TB: “Yes, it is a part of a sentence.”

M: “Yes, but what part?”

TB: “The end part. You know, it is where the object gets verbed.”

M: “Hmmm….I guess the object does get verbed.”

The conversation went something like this….

S. Anderson — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 21:40:44 +0000

So, anyone who knows us knows that the boy can be a little crazy from time to time. And, he is always trying to make me laugh. Yesterday, he got his birthday present from “my wife.” It was Rock Band for the Wii and man had he been waiting for that package. He thought it was just Guitar Hero, so when the UPS guy showed up and the box was bigger than he thought it was going to be, he was really, really excited.

The cool part was that it was gift wrapped, and the way they did it was wrap it in a big bag that will totally be reused a ton, I can tell already.

Well, this afternoon, I walked into the man room, and the following conversation took place.

Boy: I should get into the bag, and you can unwrap me!

Me: What?

Boy: It will be like a surprise!

Me: You are a loon! You know if you do it, I am going to take a picture and put it on my blog, right? Because this conversation is already going up there!

Well, he did do it, and he did let me document it for all posterity. The funniest part was the reaction of the dog. He was very interested in what was going on. All in all, he did indeed cheer me up! So, it was a nice surprise!

The last picture is my favorite of the series. It was the “are you going to let me out now?” face.

Still feels like Sunday…

S. Anderson — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 16:49:24 +0000

I am one of those people that gets all agitated on Sundays because I have a million things running around in my head that I want to get done before the week starts. And, since I am now not teaching until 4:10 during the summer, I guess Monday is my new Sunday (which secretly might be a good thing because then all my friends and family don’t have to know how exceedingly neurotic I am). Of course, I am sure that they already know about my Sunday affliction.

I have been working on my summer list of goals. I will post it here after I get everything finalized.

One funny from yesterday, the real Sunday, (there were quite a few) was that my best good friend, Emily, and I were trying to decide where to go to breakfast. Joe was out golfing, so it was going to be a good girl day. We had it narrowed down to IHOP or Early Edition, an amazing local breakfast place that we all love. Emily really likes IHOP, and we have only been to the one they just put into town once, so I was deferring to her, which she hates. I was driving, and we were getting to the point that we needed to make a decision where to turn, and she looked at me completely seriously and said “We can go wherever I want!” I replied, “Yes, we can!” therefore ensuring she had to make the decision! It was great.

Walking through a Paris antique market….

S. Anderson — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 21:15:47 +0000

As we were walking through all the stalls of cool old marble mantles and cool old prints, there was one lone stall that looked like it was full of modern antique furniture. I looked at Alie, my wife (a story for another day), and said:

Me: That stuff kinda looks like you.

Alie: Really? I don’t think I like it.

Me: Huh, maybe not then.

Alie: Wait…would you look at that couch?

Me: Oh my god, that is an odd one.

Alie: It looks like a turd.

Me: Wow, it really does.

Alie: Could you imagine having someone walk into your house? Please, come in. Shit! I mean, sit!

Me:

Alie (after a minute or so): I am pretty proud of myself. That was pretty funny!