These questions will be a simple Steve or Girls as the answer. Sounds easy? Sounds fun?
So I leave you with this….who said:
“Come pet my puppy…hard.”
Steve or the girls?
Friday, February 1, 2013
February Question 1
Being the month of love and a month full of birthdays to those I
love including my hubby wubs I’ve decided to dedicate a special question of the day for the month in his honor. It will be a question
that you must answer in the comments.
These questions will be a simple Steve or Girls as the answer. Sounds easy? Sounds fun?
These questions will be a simple Steve or Girls as the answer. Sounds easy? Sounds fun?
Friday, January 25, 2013
DON'T Say This...Ever
I don't think there is a woman in town that will like you after this post Steve! Ha-ha but I'm putting it out there anyway.
Steve went to kiss me good-bye as he left for work this morning. I was still in bed, very sleepy, opened my eyes to say good bye. Yeah that sounds all super sweet right?
Well...he said, "ooh don't make that face." Then he tried to spread out my forehead. Then he said, "hmm you could stand a quarter up in there."
WRINKLES!
He started laughing hysterically. Whether he was serious or not you just don't say things like that to women....especially vain ones.
Steve went to kiss me good-bye as he left for work this morning. I was still in bed, very sleepy, opened my eyes to say good bye. Yeah that sounds all super sweet right?
Well...he said, "ooh don't make that face." Then he tried to spread out my forehead. Then he said, "hmm you could stand a quarter up in there."
WRINKLES!
He started laughing hysterically. Whether he was serious or not you just don't say things like that to women....especially vain ones.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Can Your Man Listen?
Just when I thought things were getting boring or less annoying things like this happen.
I'm a woman. I'm a wife. I'm a mother. You add this together and you come up with nag...apparently. I tend to err on the side of neat and clean while Steve is the opposite. He claims no one can ever possibly be "Kerry" clean but I disagree; argument for another time.
The other difference is I know I can't focus unless I'm looking at the person talking and if they are going to talk for long you are going to have a very spaced out looking Kerry 30 minutes in. That is my max. I can, however, multitask like a champ. Steve...cannot.
This is an ongoing argument. He claims he is listening but he isn't and usually an argument breaks out. Today didn't end in the usual way.
Having a snow day threw me off my game and I was desperately trying to get a few things done for work before Steve left.
I am going to insert a photo here.
When I left the bedroom to find Steve there was only the basket on the chair....NOTHING ELSE. I asked Steve to get the girls and in the basket on the chair were their undergarments and socks. Please everyone get theirs out and put them away. I put all the clothes away already.
That was it. Simple task. When I walked in I knew that the pile on the floor was the dirty clothes. How did I know that? Because I had been putting them in the hamper for 2 days as I found them on the floor.
This was amazing to me so I went into the office and asked Steve what he thought I said. He thought I asked him to dump the dirty clothes on the floor by the basket.
Why would I ask you to do that? I have never in my life asked something like that. I always carry the hamper to the laundry room. Whatever! And the kicker was how he left the hamper.
Was it really that difficult to put back on? In this instance I was glad for his "laziness" as I had my hands full putting the dirty clothes back:)
So as it stands he can't multi-task and he doesn't listen and now I have proof....BOOYA!!
I'm a woman. I'm a wife. I'm a mother. You add this together and you come up with nag...apparently. I tend to err on the side of neat and clean while Steve is the opposite. He claims no one can ever possibly be "Kerry" clean but I disagree; argument for another time.
The other difference is I know I can't focus unless I'm looking at the person talking and if they are going to talk for long you are going to have a very spaced out looking Kerry 30 minutes in. That is my max. I can, however, multitask like a champ. Steve...cannot.
This is an ongoing argument. He claims he is listening but he isn't and usually an argument breaks out. Today didn't end in the usual way.
Having a snow day threw me off my game and I was desperately trying to get a few things done for work before Steve left.
I am going to insert a photo here.
When I left the bedroom to find Steve there was only the basket on the chair....NOTHING ELSE. I asked Steve to get the girls and in the basket on the chair were their undergarments and socks. Please everyone get theirs out and put them away. I put all the clothes away already.
That was it. Simple task. When I walked in I knew that the pile on the floor was the dirty clothes. How did I know that? Because I had been putting them in the hamper for 2 days as I found them on the floor.
This was amazing to me so I went into the office and asked Steve what he thought I said. He thought I asked him to dump the dirty clothes on the floor by the basket.
Why would I ask you to do that? I have never in my life asked something like that. I always carry the hamper to the laundry room. Whatever! And the kicker was how he left the hamper.
So as it stands he can't multi-task and he doesn't listen and now I have proof....BOOYA!!
Sunday, January 20, 2013
STEVE!!!!!!!!!!
I was trying to sneak out of the house so I could knock out the grocery shopping quickly when H started begging to go.
I told her I was going to an adult store to which Steve said, "a nudey bar."
That should go over well.
Thanks Steve.
Now the mommy's in our mommy group are going to think I'm some sick horny slut with bad taste. Living on the Eastern Shore I can only imagine the type of nudey bars this town holds.
I told her I was going to an adult store to which Steve said, "a nudey bar."
That should go over well.
Thanks Steve.
Now the mommy's in our mommy group are going to think I'm some sick horny slut with bad taste. Living on the Eastern Shore I can only imagine the type of nudey bars this town holds.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Friday, November 23, 2012
Not Surprising
We were discussing the Thanksgiving holiday with the girls and all the yummy foods we were making, when we got to gravy they looked confused.
L: what's gravy?
S: it's a topping you pour on turkey and mashed potatoes; its delicious
L& H still confused looking : but what does it look like?
S: it's brownish and liquidy
L&H both turned their confused face to a sort of disgusted look.
S: it looks like liquid poop.
Nice. Needless to say they did not try the gravy.
L: what's gravy?
S: it's a topping you pour on turkey and mashed potatoes; its delicious
L& H still confused looking : but what does it look like?
S: it's brownish and liquidy
L&H both turned their confused face to a sort of disgusted look.
S: it looks like liquid poop.
Nice. Needless to say they did not try the gravy.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Setting Good Examples....
Luckily it didn't work.....
HA! He is a funny man but this looks like a man who can't walk or a product of the lazy town we live in. Either way H thought this was going to be a blast and I'm sure for months to come I will have to divert her from the mobilized wheel chair/cart.
HA! He is a funny man but this looks like a man who can't walk or a product of the lazy town we live in. Either way H thought this was going to be a blast and I'm sure for months to come I will have to divert her from the mobilized wheel chair/cart.
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