You just can't make this stuff up!

When we moved into our house (built in 1906) almost a year and a half ago, we had to do a lot of cleaning because it was a foreclosure. One of the things we had to clean was the very top of the shelves in our pantry (pictured as it was when we moved in). DH assumed this job as I couldn't reach without a ladder... so he's pulling down patches (from a uniform) and newspaper clippings from WWII. Finally, he grabs the last bit of newspaper but it starts to crumble and tear because something on top of it is weighing it down. So he pulls from on top of the newspaper, a small manila envelope. He says with a chuckle "What do you suppose is in here?", and me, ever the smart ass says "Teeth." Sure as can be, it was teeth... gold crowned to be exact! An entire row and miscellaneous singles.

Our first thought was the soaring prices of gold, and visions of pawn shops danced in our heads... as always, our dreams were shattered by common sense. We couldn't waltz into a pawn shop or where ever with our row of gold teeth (teeth and all) without striking up suspicion. So we grudgingly handed the loot over to the police

Now why, you ask, am I telling this year-and-a-half-old story? Because, after losing all hope in the integrity of our local police investigators... we got a notice in the mail today saying to come pick up our property! They hadn't swiped it after all!

Of course, we still have to find somebody to buy it...

*drool*

Giveaways always make me happy...
Check it

Yesterday's Fun

Sprinkler
Originally uploaded by Minky & The Bomb

The only good photo of the both of them running through the sprinkler yesterday.

Still waiting for the LCD screen for my 6 MP point and shoot so this was taken, in manual mode, with the 3.2 MP. *sigh* How I lust for an SLR camera...

Meh... adios!

Holy CRAP

Minky is with her dad for the weekend, Bomb went with my MIL, and DH works... so I had PEACE & QUIET! If I could have gotten a sitter for the dog, I would have been on cloud 9... maybe not. Anyways, instead of enjoying myself I thought "hmm, for Bomb's birthday gift, I'm going to paint his room orange and do a Cars (as in, the Disney movie) theme"... boy am I ever regretting that decision.

First I had to prime the royal begeezus out of the walls and woodwork because the previous owners thought it'd be a REAL good idea to paint it turquoise. It took almost 2 gallons, and 2 gallons of GOOD primer (because experience tells me that the cheap crapola doesn't cover dark colors)... comes to $50. *cringe*






Then I started in with the orange paint... Excuse the junk in the photo, I'm too sore to move it. Oh yes, it's very VERY orange, so maybe in terms of color choices I shouldn't criticize the previous owners TOO much. Meh oh well, it's going to be a Cars room so fook it. Anyhoo.. coat #2 is currently drying and it's gonna need another one just to hit a few spots where it's uneven (I suck at painting, I should've hired somebody)... hopefully I can get coat 3 on and clean up the room before Dom gets home. Anyhoo, 2 gallons of that comes to $35. GEEZ it ain't cheap to paint a decent sized room!! Btw, yes, yes there is vodka in that glass. Orrrr water, whatever.

To top everything off, my neck, shoulders, legs, and BUTT hurt... WTF makes my BUTT hurt? If it was below my waist, I sat down to do it and if it was too high, I have a ladder... see, no thrusts, no squats... and yet, my tukus is killing me. *sigh* Oh yes, I almost forgot to add that I'm sure that I've suddenly developed some sort of extra-debilitating arthritis in my left hand (I'm a lefty)... it's stuck in a sort of paintbrush-ready pose. Alright, that's a lie... but it feels like it could end up like that any second now.

It's worth it, right?! He's gonna love it and that makes it all worth it. Somebody please tell me it's worth it. LMAO! ;)

D's Birthday Invitation

Pretty schweet if I do say so myself :)

Front and Back

"Your Room"

Minky and I were hanging out watching Mary Poppins (Rippin' Poppins as Bomb calls it) for the 9 billionth time. Bomb had gone potty and was wearing his big boy underwear so he decided to reward himself with some stealthy play in Minky's room. Eventually he came downstairs and joined us for about 15 minutes until he spoiled the quiet...

Bomb (laying on the floor): Hey Minky
Minky (on the couch): Yeah Bomb?
Bomb: *big dramatic sigh, puts his hands behind his head, and very casually says* I peed on your floor.

Of course, her royal highness pitched a royal fit and he was made to clean it up... all the while Mommy was laughing hysterically. What? It was funny!

Silly boy

I made the kids their favorite dinner this evening... polish sausage and fried potatoes. As always, both kids finished every last bite... and then came the question "What would you like for dessert?"

Minky: I'll have a Skinny Cow (the mini fudgesicles... heavenly!)

Bomb: More sausage.

*sigh*

Somewhere Christopher Walken is slapping his head and saying... Cowbell?! AGH! What was I thinking? It's SAUSAGE!

Things said...

....while playing with Little People/Polly Pocket.

Minky: *dramatic yawn* I have to hit the sack.
Bomb: Don't hit the sack, that's not nice
Minky: But I HAAAAVE to hit the sack
Bomb: Okie-da-dokie


Bomb (playing alone):
The King: I kicked the house
The Cow: No *I* kicked the house
King: Why you gotta kick the house all day long?
Cow: No, the house kicked MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*pauses to decipher his own thoughts I'm sure*
King: Houses don't have feet.

And to end playtime, Bomb tried to steal a toy Minky was playing with and when he was unsuccessful, he started screeching like a banshee or some sort of animal being tortured and ran into his room.

Good times... good times.

Welcome to the freakshow!

In the far left ring there is "Minky"... drama queen, tomboy, 4-year-old going on 14, lip gloss and purse aficionado, and brother botherer extraordinaire!

In the far right ring there is "The Bomb"... hair-trigger temper, mama smoocher, explosion-noise-making expert, dirt magnet, and sister pesterer!

And in the center ring is your ringmaster... moi. Rockin' the SAHM thang, baker of cupcakes, hoarder of Advil, Photoshoppin' fool, and husband harasser! And no, I don't sport the ringmaster tophat, sorry.

Hope you have almost as much fun reading about Cirque de Crayzay as I have living it!