I tell ya, this girl is just full of funny stuff. My other two were very sharp too, but I never had the smarts to write the funny stuff down.
In a conversation today...
Boogs: "Hey mom, can I have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?"
Me: "Sure"
Boogs: "Wow, this looks really good. Mmmm...it tastes good too. Is this no-bake toast?"
Me: "Why yes, yes it is!
Makes sense to me!
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Husbands, cameras and Tongues, Oh MY! Take 2
For those who may not have believed me on a previous post when I commented about me not being able to take a picture of my handsome husband without him sticking his tongue out at me upon sensing a camera pointed in his general direction, here is another post devoted to him and his camera loving antics.
Wait for it...the tongue is right there behind the teeth, getting ready to work its way out...just watch.
Here it comes...

There it is...right on cue.
Unbelievable.
The moment (urge) has passed. Guess he doesn't sense the camera anymore. Maybe he plain old doesn't have feeling left in his head from the tight goggles. He's got that "OUCH" expression.
Beware Fishes!
In all fairness, I was finally able to catch a nice picture of him. I don't know how it happened, but it did. I am sure the tongue was right there behind those pearly whites poised and ready to ruin the shot. Thankfully he exerted self control. The only bad part of the whole thing is the fact that I inadvertently got a picture of myself in his glasses!
Here it comes...
There it is...right on cue.
Unbelievable.Monday, August 4, 2008
The Flip Side of the Coin
I'm sure that over the course of your life you've heard that there are 2 sides to every story. Today I am offering proof.
Cast of Characters:
Friday, August 1, 2008
The Taming of Big Bertha
This past weekend we went up north to spend some time at the lake with Steven's family. The 2 big kids decided they wanted to try tubing...but only if Grandpa tried it first to show them the ropes. Never being one to turn down a challenge, Grandpa obliged. Unfortunately, the old tube was no match for Grandpa or our little boat. The cleat ripped off on the first try, which left us scrambling to find a new tube on Saturday morning...Enter BIG BERTHA...
The ride home with Big Bertha was a trip in and of itself. I figured at any moment the little VW convertible was going to go airborne with this big thing attached to the roof, but alas, we did make it back safe and sound with all 4 wheels on the ground. In just a matter of minutes, Big Bertha was hooked on the boat and loaded with its first round of passengers...
The first round of the taming went well...
Sis didn't want to get out of the tube.
Bertha...yes...camera...No.
The victims...er...passengers lined up for their shot
at taming the beast. Grandma hopped in with Sis.
It is hard to tell who is in charge here...

A quick passenger switch and Bertha is off for another run..
The victims...er...passengers lined up for their shot
at taming the beast. Grandma hopped in with Sis.
A quick passenger switch and Bertha is off for another run..
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
The Latest Boogie-ism
I was in the bathroom this morning just getting out of the shower when Boogie stumbled in half-asleep...
Me: "Goodmorning baby...did you sleep good?"
Boogie: "I don't feel so good today. I don't think I'll be goin to princess school. I have Croak-its in my froat."
Me: "You have what in your throat?"
Boogie: "Croak-its...they're in my froat."
Me: ***smile***
For those of you who don't know my little Boogie well, she is a princess in training and goes to princess school everyday in a land far away named Monia. She drives a little convertible and picks up her friends every day. They all wear back packs and go barefooting because there are no rocks in Monia. While she is in Monia, she is cared for by her black mom named Agey (pronounced age*e). Agey lets her eat chocolate and teaches her how to be a good princess.
Next time you see her, let her know you've prayed for Agey...she has had the flu.
Me: "Goodmorning baby...did you sleep good?"
Boogie: "I don't feel so good today. I don't think I'll be goin to princess school. I have Croak-its in my froat."
Me: "You have what in your throat?"
Boogie: "Croak-its...they're in my froat."
Me: ***smile***
For those of you who don't know my little Boogie well, she is a princess in training and goes to princess school everyday in a land far away named Monia. She drives a little convertible and picks up her friends every day. They all wear back packs and go barefooting because there are no rocks in Monia. While she is in Monia, she is cared for by her black mom named Agey (pronounced age*e). Agey lets her eat chocolate and teaches her how to be a good princess.
Next time you see her, let her know you've prayed for Agey...she has had the flu.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Husbands, pictures and tongues...Oh My!
I don't know what it is about my husband and cameras. Last night we went to a friends house to ride for a little bit. Try as I might, I could not get a nice picture of him. I love taking his picture, he is such a handsome guy...you'd never know it from the following pictures.
They say that women often choose mates who are like dad...I guess you got me there. When we were dating, we were on our way to see my dad. When we pulled in the drive way, he was jogging behind his pushmower wearing silky running shorts (in style in the 80's), mix-matched knee high tube socks and cowboy boots...no shirt. All I have to say is...at least the socks match...
Monday, June 23, 2008
Boogieism Take 2
So Boogie was sitting on the couch with her little orange "Bible" (new testament) with her daddy.
Boogie: "Daddy, will you read me a story?"
Daddy: "Sure, which one do you want to hear?"
Boogie: "Little Red Riding Hood."
I guess we've got a lot of work to do.
Boogie: "Daddy, will you read me a story?"
Daddy: "Sure, which one do you want to hear?"
Boogie: "Little Red Riding Hood."
I guess we've got a lot of work to do.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
5 Favorite Things Meme
So it seems that my sister has tagged me again. I guess it is time to disclose more of my nasty habits...
5 things...
5 Things found in my purse/bag:
1. Checkbook/wallet
2. Gum wrappers
3. Old receipts
4. Chapstick
5. Ink Pen
5 Things found in my bedroom:
1. My pillowtop bed
2. My sewing machine
3. 2 deer skulls (mounted on a nice plaque)
4. Box of clothes the kids have outgrown
5. A big box of Stampin' up stamps
5 Things I am currently into
1. Sewing
2. Helping my children learn to play soccer
3. Encouraging my husband
4. Saving money
5. Growing in the Lord
5 Things I've wanted to do:
1. See a glacier
2. Visit Alaska
3. Go on a missions trip
4. Live near my sister
5. Run a family friendly resort somewhere
The part I always struggle with in this whole tag thing is who to tag next. I know we played a round or 2 of tag a few months back, so I'm not going to re-tag those who comment here often. I am, however, tagging those who read but never comment. I know you are there somewhere, I see your dots on my map and your marks on my counter! Please play along and leave me a link! Oh, and if you don't have a blog, just list your favorite things in the comments! Now you have no exuse.
5 Things found in my purse/bag:
1. Checkbook/wallet
2. Gum wrappers
3. Old receipts
4. Chapstick
5. Ink Pen
5 Things found in my bedroom:
1. My pillowtop bed
2. My sewing machine
3. 2 deer skulls (mounted on a nice plaque)
4. Box of clothes the kids have outgrown
5. A big box of Stampin' up stamps
5 Things I am currently into
1. Sewing
2. Helping my children learn to play soccer
3. Encouraging my husband
4. Saving money
5. Growing in the Lord
5 Things I've wanted to do:
1. See a glacier
2. Visit Alaska
3. Go on a missions trip
4. Live near my sister
5. Run a family friendly resort somewhere
The part I always struggle with in this whole tag thing is who to tag next. I know we played a round or 2 of tag a few months back, so I'm not going to re-tag those who comment here often. I am, however, tagging those who read but never comment. I know you are there somewhere, I see your dots on my map and your marks on my counter! Please play along and leave me a link! Oh, and if you don't have a blog, just list your favorite things in the comments! Now you have no exuse.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Boogie-isms
I was having a telephone conversation with my husband regarding some business matter. I made the comment that "I put a bug in his ear" about a situation at a customer's home. When I got off the phone, Boogie was quite perplexed....
"Mom, why did you put a bug in his ear?"
"Mom, why did you put a bug in his ear?"
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
The World According to Boogie
"Boogie, will you please throw this stuff in the garbage for me?"
Boogie: "Sure"
Mom: "Thanks"
Boogie: "Why are you torturing me?"
Mom: "That's just what us moms do, torture our children by making them throw things in the garbage."
As I was getting dressed today, Boogie came running into my room in her brand new Cinderella underwear...
Boogie: "Don't look at me I'm naked"
Me: "You're not naked, you have your beautiful Cinderella undies on. I love those, I wish I had a pair."
Boogie: "You could buy some..."
Me: "I don't think they make them in my size."
Boogie: "I'll make you some...everyone should have Cinderella undawares."
Boogie: "Sure"
Mom: "Thanks"
Boogie: "Why are you torturing me?"
Mom: "That's just what us moms do, torture our children by making them throw things in the garbage."
As I was getting dressed today, Boogie came running into my room in her brand new Cinderella underwear...
Boogie: "Don't look at me I'm naked"
Me: "You're not naked, you have your beautiful Cinderella undies on. I love those, I wish I had a pair."
Boogie: "You could buy some..."
Me: "I don't think they make them in my size."
Boogie: "I'll make you some...everyone should have Cinderella undawares."
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
More Potty Humor...
Today was one of those rare occasions that Steven and I were able to spend the whole day together. Unfortunately, it was because he didn't have work for the day. Thankfully, though, we do have work lined up for the rest of the week.
We have been looking at cars lately, wanting to find something relatively inexpensive that gets good gas mileage. Today we spent the day driving around looking at cars. One stop in particular, I had to take Boogie to the potty.
Every time we use a public restroom, I remind her..."Please do not lock the door. I am afraid that you won't be able to unlock it. I will just hold the door for you, no one will walk in." Being that she is now 3, I am not able to go into the stall with her...you know...3 year olds need their privacy.
Every time she uses the potty in the public restroom, she insists on locking the door. Once again I will break into my "PleasedonotlockthedoorIamafraidthatyouwon'tbeabletounlockit" speech. Usually she laughs at me and says ever so sweetly "No I won't!"
Today she did.
Yep. She locked herself in the stall and couldn't get out.
I kept trying to coach her from the outside of the door... "Boogie, listen to me...pull down on the latch, pull it toward the floor...."
Boogie: "Oh, like this mom?"
Me: "I'm not really sure...I can't see through the door. If you are pulling the lock toward the floor then, yes, you are doing it right." The lock would not budge.
We went back and forth about 10 times, me repeating the instructions, and her asking me if I can see through the door if she was doing it right. I was just about ready to give up and have her crawl under the door when it FINALLY opened.
Thank goodness! The thought of shimmying my big butt under the door and touching the bathroom floor to unlock the door really had me grossed out.
We have been looking at cars lately, wanting to find something relatively inexpensive that gets good gas mileage. Today we spent the day driving around looking at cars. One stop in particular, I had to take Boogie to the potty.
Every time we use a public restroom, I remind her..."Please do not lock the door. I am afraid that you won't be able to unlock it. I will just hold the door for you, no one will walk in." Being that she is now 3, I am not able to go into the stall with her...you know...3 year olds need their privacy.
Every time she uses the potty in the public restroom, she insists on locking the door. Once again I will break into my "PleasedonotlockthedoorIamafraidthatyouwon'tbeabletounlockit" speech. Usually she laughs at me and says ever so sweetly "No I won't!"
Today she did.
Yep. She locked herself in the stall and couldn't get out.
I kept trying to coach her from the outside of the door... "Boogie, listen to me...pull down on the latch, pull it toward the floor...."
Boogie: "Oh, like this mom?"
Me: "I'm not really sure...I can't see through the door. If you are pulling the lock toward the floor then, yes, you are doing it right." The lock would not budge.
We went back and forth about 10 times, me repeating the instructions, and her asking me if I can see through the door if she was doing it right. I was just about ready to give up and have her crawl under the door when it FINALLY opened.
Thank goodness! The thought of shimmying my big butt under the door and touching the bathroom floor to unlock the door really had me grossed out.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
But Where's the Doors Daddy?
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