I made peanut brittle for the first time ever. I don't need it but it's one of my favorite. It turned out great. I ate too much. Really. I ate a lot of it.
I have made my second batch of homemade biscotti. Gluten free and yummy. There is something about biscotti and coffee that I just love.
I had a cup of peppermint twist coffee this morning. It was good. It made me feel better about this rough week.
Project Fuel has hit our house. Life altering changes coming our way. More on that later.
Fender Bender. Randy couldn't stop on the ice. He thinks he can repair the damage himself. Thank goodness it was just a fender bender.
I have a real life pain in the neck. I haven't been able to turn my head without major pain. I think it will go away when things start calming down a bit. Stress? I think so.
I don't know why I thought child #3 would escape the curse of the skin issues. His entire back is full of dry patches. We are going to the dermatologist on Tuesday. He has a terrible spot on his leg from scratching. My little puppy dog.
Gifts are all wrapped.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. When will it start feeling like it?
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
signed. sealed. delivered.
Dear Mother of the 4th Grade Bully:
I know you. I know your family. What would you say if I told you that your son is mean at recess? Mean to MY favorite little boy in the whole entire world?
The things that he says to my child sound ridiculous. Your son teases my guy because he is short. HE already knows that HE is short. We ALL know he is short. Your son tells my boy he is not a good basketball player. HE already knows that baskeball is not his best sport. (He doesn't say these things quiet as nice as I have stated them)
My son IS a second degree black belt. He may be small but I am going to put my money on that he could kick some butt. I'm not so much worried about my son as I am yours. Don't be calling me when your little superstar gets the tar kicked out of him. We won't be using our words, either. Actions speak way louder than words. YOU should teach YOURS to watch his words. Sooner than later would probably be better.
Respectfully,
Karate Kids Mom
I know you. I know your family. What would you say if I told you that your son is mean at recess? Mean to MY favorite little boy in the whole entire world?
The things that he says to my child sound ridiculous. Your son teases my guy because he is short. HE already knows that HE is short. We ALL know he is short. Your son tells my boy he is not a good basketball player. HE already knows that baskeball is not his best sport. (He doesn't say these things quiet as nice as I have stated them)
My son IS a second degree black belt. He may be small but I am going to put my money on that he could kick some butt. I'm not so much worried about my son as I am yours. Don't be calling me when your little superstar gets the tar kicked out of him. We won't be using our words, either. Actions speak way louder than words. YOU should teach YOURS to watch his words. Sooner than later would probably be better.
Respectfully,
Karate Kids Mom
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