Feeding Mr. C good, homemade meals is something I really take pride in and try to do every night. But there are some evenings I just can’t face cooking a “real meal.” On those nights I decide that sometimes the recipe that reads “don’t cook” is just right and I pull out a box or a can.
The Recipe That Reads “Don’t Cook”
Since I fell on my butt taking pictures nearly two weeks ago I’ve discovered life with a sprained foot isn’t easy. I have a list of chores a mile long and I can’t do most of them. But, thanks to Mr. Comfortable and Pete life with a sprained foot isn’t all bad!
Life with a sprained foot
My dear friend, Eileen and I were talking on the phone today. She told me something that reminded me that Kids are Funny Little People!
Kids are Funny Little People
I woke up this morning with a headache and I couldn’t figure out what caused it. I’ve narrowed down the causes for why I have a headache. Let me know which you think it is!
The funny reasons for my headache
Lately I’ve been introduced to a lot of blogs written by young mothers. It’s interesting to read about the ups and downs of being a young mom from the perspective of being a grandmother. I find myself wanting to dispense sage (in my opinion) advice or comment, “No, no, no!” But there is one topic that gets me every time and that’s baby fever. Baby fever, for those of you who don’t know, is the nearly overwhelming desire to have a baby. I have baby fever once removed.
Baby Fever Once Removed
There’s nothing normal about my family. From my parents to my siblings, right down to me and my kids, there’s a deep river of weird running through us all. And when people feel obligated to bring my eccentricities to my attention all I can say is, “It runs in the family.”
It runs in the family
Before I begin I want to make something very clear. I am now and have always been female. This, you might think, would preclude me from the whole Viagra line of medications. But, no! I wasn’t ever going to disclose this story but Mr. Comfortable, no doubt out of revenge for the “If the police should ask..” story, insisted I share why I thought I needed Viagra.
Why I Thought I Needed Viagra
Many of you know we have two dogs. Remy (who may someday be my new Service Dog) and Henry, our spare dog. Although Remy only occasionally helps me out and thinks his most important task is getting his bag of treats each evening and although Henry thinks his job is to sneak on the bed at night (with the help of his accomplice, Mr. C) I love them both like crazy. So anything about dogs catches my attention. If you love dogs as much as I do you’ll get a kick out of these!
This way to really funny dogs!
When the police ask, and they will, just say I was with you all day. It’s not that I’d mind prison. They have cable TV and someone else does the cooking. But I don’t think they’d let me bring the dogs and my grand kids (probably) wouldn’t want to visit for a week each summer if I lived in Cell Block C. Oh. The reason I could end up in prison without you giving me an alibi is that I married a city boy.
I Married a City Boy
From what I’ve seen of all Irish families they’re very similar to mine. They have huge fights and get over them very quickly or never. They have family legends that, no matter how unlikely, are defended like a farmer’s daughter by the farmer. And Irish families all seem to put great stock in teasing, jokes, and games!
In an Irish Family – Games and Teasing