tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20891394295976315222024-02-07T22:02:38.891-08:00Mrs. WhimsyWife, mother, and devoted Survivor fan.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-6001835060923356002009-01-16T10:30:00.000-08:002009-01-16T10:31:42.754-08:00My Top 10 of 2008Better late then never, right? 1. My kids made it through another year in one piece. I must say, I am impressed with them both. They are two of the happiest, funniest, sweetest kids ever, if I do say so myself. I am also excited to report that Emily, on two separate occasions, demonstrated that she has not inherited my pitiful sense of direction.2. I read 17 books. Not my personal best, but I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-66988899186713222892008-11-17T20:28:00.000-08:002008-11-17T20:50:48.094-08:00I think I may be afraid of imaginary heights.I am writing to discuss a rather odd phenomenon. A couple of years ago, Romy took Emily and I to see "Annie" at the Academy of Music. Beautiful venue, really wonderful show. We all LOVED it. We had great seats, a couple of rows back from the balcony. When I think back to this particular day of fun, I always get a very nervous feeling and make a note to myself that I should never take my kids Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-41845574331480317522008-11-13T11:27:00.000-08:002008-11-13T12:06:42.818-08:00My Writer's Workshop AssignmentI finally got my act together and came up with a post for this week's prompt, courtesy of : If I could live in any era of history, what would it be -- list 10 reasons why.This is an easy one. I would definitely live in the colonial days. Here's why: 1. Being a part of this experiment called America would be inspiring.2. The founders of our country had so much foresight and we so very smart. I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-70273882252481557432008-11-12T18:40:00.000-08:002008-11-12T22:04:57.114-08:00Pumpkins, Candy, and all that JazzI am way late on the obligatory Halloween post. We have had an extremely nice couple of weeks, including two Apple Picking excursions and a trip to the Pumpkin Patch. We also watched the city of Philadelphia celebrate their first World Series victory in a quarter of a century, saw Emily participate in her first Halloween Parade, and then later collected and ate a bunch of candy. What could be Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-40363641646665817652008-11-03T19:39:00.000-08:002008-11-03T19:55:38.486-08:00The Women's MonthlyMy dearest friend and fellow concerned citizen, Megan, and I have decided to start a blog about things that matter to women. It is called...brace yourself: The Women's Monthly. Catchy, isn't it!?Megan and I have known each other for our entire lives. We often see things from different perspectives. She lives on the West Coast, I live on the East. She is a newlywed, I am an old married lady.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-75201430698320388472008-10-09T18:49:00.000-07:002008-10-27T18:45:26.936-07:00I missed Wordful Wednesday...but I had to share this picture. I found it while snooping on my sister's Facebook page. I just love it, even though it is clearly staged. My sister doesn't usually drive really fast past cornfields with a lighter in her mouth. At least I hope not. You don't, right Naomi? Anyway, I think it kind of captures a youthful recklessness that I once enjoyed. Actually I never really enjoyed Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-38748496082486149502008-10-02T18:45:00.000-07:002008-10-04T20:03:42.708-07:00A couple of Days Late and at Least a dollar shortMy suer late homework courtesy of This week's assignment: Write about a time you hid from someone, or a time you disguised who you really were. My response:So remember my beautiful friend Megan? (You just saw her bachelorette picture in Wendesday's post.) We have known one another since I was born and she was two, so we have had countless adventures together. Countless. One such adventure Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-46603523217416751402008-10-01T18:04:00.000-07:002008-10-01T18:33:50.674-07:00Wordful WednesdayCourtesy of: " target="_blank">A few months ago, I went to my dear friend Megan's East Coast bachelorette party. That is Megan on the right. Isn't she cute? My sister (and polar opposite of me in every way) was my designated driver. She is only 20, so she just dropped me off and picked me up later at the bar. I BEGGED her to come in despite the fact that she was wearing Crocs and gym shorts.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-66335328173258697312008-09-24T18:42:00.000-07:002008-09-24T19:08:29.903-07:00Wordful WednesdayI am participating in Angie's Wordful Wednesday this week. Why not, you know?" target="_blank">This photo was taken of me this summer when I was in Seattle. My oldest, dearest friend Megan was getting married at the coolest venue you could ever imagine. It was a huge building owned by a movie set designer and had big multi-colored paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling and a really cool Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-44761997609715363352008-09-23T20:20:00.000-07:002008-09-23T20:48:16.073-07:00The Life and Death of a VacuumFor my wedding shower, my in-laws bought us an awesome vacuum cleaner. My father in law is the kind of guy that will extensively search online before making a purchase. FIL searched and searched for the best vacuum cleaner to give to his youngest son and his blushing bride. I wasn't really blushing, but whatever. Anyhoo, this particular vacuum cleaned my carpet as if it had been bitten by a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-31635425706688405882008-09-18T18:42:00.000-07:002008-09-18T05:32:20.543-07:00The DreamIt's that time again, folks. Behold, my weekly writing assignment courtesy of :I chose the following prompt:Do you have reoccurring dreams? What are they about?WARNING: There is a little bit of gross-ness in this post. Nothing too bad, but I felt the need to warn you. I do not currently have any recurring dreams, but there was a time in my life that I did. When I was a kid, I would have the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-3680567318680664392008-09-17T18:42:00.002-07:002008-09-17T20:12:53.375-07:00Wordful WednesdayI am participating in Wordful Wednesday this week. It is for people who couldn't possibly just post a picture without some sort of explanation. Which describes me exactly. Thanks Angie :)." target="_blank">The following picture represents the fruits of our labor and the success that was our ill-fated garden. We actually got real crops this year! Peppers, tomatoes, a coupla green beans, and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-389140906187873402008-09-11T20:23:00.001-07:002008-09-11T21:03:16.075-07:00Extra CreditThis prompt was too hard to resist.1.) Write about a brief, but scary encounter with one of your old professors or teachers.It was my second year of teaching at a local college and I took part in the "Learning Commnities Institute". My role was to pair up with a professor from another department and integrate our curriculum. We would share a cohort of students but our classes would be held Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-91723859442923146822008-09-11T18:57:00.000-07:002008-09-11T19:58:51.807-07:00My homework assignmentMy homework assignment from 3.) You are 20 years in the future, write a letter to your todays self.Dear Mrs. Whimsy,One day, you will be able to run to the grocery store to pick up that one ingredient you need for dinner, and (brace yourself) you won't have to spend 20 minutes buckling carseats, taking short little steps into the store, explaining over and over again why you don't need the "Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-62527621019024798832008-09-09T12:33:00.000-07:002008-09-11T18:55:47.076-07:00Strike 3: The Recycling DebacleOur fourth grade spring project was to collect bottles and cans to be recycled. We learned all about the benefits of recycling, we colored pictures about recycling, we wrote an essay about recycling, the whole nine yards. To add to the excitement, there was a competition involved. The class that collected the most recyclables would be able to spend a portion of their recycling proceeds on a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-1476039173976369522008-09-07T18:59:00.000-07:002008-09-08T13:12:29.537-07:00Men are from Venus Women are from Mars. Or is it the other way around: Men are from Mars Women are from Venus?I was IMing with Kristy the other night and we were discussing this woman that we both respect. I was all, "She is so smart", and Kristy was all "I love her hair", and I was like "She has really cool glasses. And shoes." And Kristy was like "And her husband is hot!" and I was all, "She is just so talented. I think I love her." And Kristy was all, "ME TOO!!!".Then we both reread our conversation..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-91985948109345481302008-09-05T12:14:00.000-07:002008-09-05T12:32:56.318-07:00The Christmas PresentIn order to satisfy your curiosity, I shall now divulge the story behind Mrs. Miller the Fourth Grade Killer's christmas gift.My mother, (let's just call her Sandy), is not the type to give someone a generic gift. No candles or coffee mugs for this holiday elf. Sandy likes to give thoughtful and inspiring gifts. Sandy knew how much I disliked Mrs. Miller, but she did the right thing. She Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-45967682514961369982008-09-02T21:21:00.001-07:002008-09-03T19:28:24.851-07:00Rainy Day VolcanoWhen you are a mom, rainy days are your worst nightmare. Without the luxury of "running off some steam", kids can quickly turn into whiny, combative little monsters. It sucks. In an effort to beat the "rainy day blues", we made a volcano out of junk that we found laying around the house. We also stayed in our PJs all day, ate our lunch in a fort in the living room, and painted some lovely Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-15180514974678827862008-09-02T19:44:00.001-07:002008-09-02T20:52:46.173-07:00Letter to a 10 year old MeHere is another writing assignment, courtesy ofhttp://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/Dear Little Miss Whimsy,I understand that this is quite possibly the worst year of your life. Looking back after all this time, I need you to know that you are right. Mrs.-Miller-the-Fourth-Grade-Killer is a horrible teacher and a complete bitch (please don't tell Mom I said that). Her plaid bellbottomed pantsuits Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-41665739795688324832008-08-27T19:04:00.000-07:002008-08-27T19:27:33.310-07:00My writing assignment: I wish...I wish I understood more about nature. Take these fish for instance:Do you see them? That gargantuan school of fish went swimming by us last month at the beach. They were swimming so feverishly that they were loud. Loud slapping noises. That part was a bit disconcerting to me for some reason, but it was fascinating nonetheless. It made me wonder...where were they going? To feed? To escape Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-79114973993550453612008-08-06T19:40:00.000-07:002008-08-20T18:56:06.485-07:00the wandererWe went to the beach last month and it became pretty clear that Ethan and Emily have very different "vacation styles". Emily loved playing in the water and digging for stuff. Ethan loved wandering aimlessly in the sand. Seriously, I have never seen a kid walk around so much in my life. Andy or I would have to go follow him and attempt to convince him that he should come hang out where all Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-77404018540930902402008-08-04T20:52:00.000-07:002008-08-04T21:08:11.855-07:00Miss AlaneousWhile getting the kids dressed for bed:Emily: What's up with Ethan's shorts? Are they mine?Me: No, they aren't yours. They are just extra comfy shorts we have laying around...they are miscellaneous.Emily: Why is he wearing her shorts?Me: Whose shorts?Emily: Miss AlaneousUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-40242090761431006662008-07-02T18:32:00.001-07:002008-08-04T20:52:20.377-07:00Long Time No PostHi! I had the month of July completely off from work...which never ever happens. As a result, I found myself way too busy to visit you, Internet, but now I am back! The good news is...I have a lot to write about.First up on the agenda: we planted a garden! I was not too hopeful...past attempts at growing crops have not been very, um, productive. Actually, past attempts have been pretty Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-24729776372736229172008-07-01T10:43:00.000-07:002008-08-04T20:46:59.432-07:00Quite possibly the best idea I have ever hadI always wondered how people had time to do things like clean their patio furniture. I finally figured it out. Kids are really, really impressionable. Honestly, though..it is fun tackling big projects together. Plus, it is probably good for their hand eye coordination and gross motor skills.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089139429597631522.post-72735962570719344812008-06-03T19:33:00.000-07:002008-12-11T12:15:55.236-08:00In other NewsEmily got a brand new bike that looks to me like it was made for a teenager. Seriously, I am having a hard time understanding how on EARTH I have a kid that is big enough to fit on this thing. Wasn't she just a toddler a little while ago? What year is it again?She does look really grown up riding it...even if she is wearing a Princess helmet. Not that there's anything wrong with that.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5