Friday, November 03, 2006

C is for Cookie and that's good enough for me.

Chickens
It was just a matter of time. I knew it would happen eventually. Chickens in the HOUSE!! On our way out this morning one of the kids, because I can so easily blame them and not myself, left the garage door open and the door to the house.

It's bad enough to walk in your garage and have a bunch of big birds staring at you from atop a bicycle rack. It's worse walking in your office and wondering why a chicken is standing in your chair looking at the computer screen.

In fact how do you know that a chicken isn't writing this? Someday I'll come home and they'll have us locked out and we'll have to live in the coop. They're kinda creepin' me out today. Bok, Bok.

Clarity
I have none, especially when I write. I wrote a terrible post over at Larger Families about, umm, uhhh, what was I saying?

Anyway, if I just had a British accent I would sound smart (Madonna). Here's my two cents worth on that whole thing. I know she's whacko, but for crying out loud she could bring the entire Afican nation home with her for all I care! The baby she adopted now has a chance to survive in this world. I guarantee if she was Sally Smith from Kansas nothing would have been said about that adoption. And that's why I like the color blue. I know, I'm coming through clear as a bell.

Conversations

A Proud Moment for Homemade Pasta Sauce

Ike- Mom? Dad? I have a question for you.

Us- Okay.

Ike- Remember when Mom made that disgusting sauce? I said to myself, "I gotta eat this, I gotta eat this", and I did!

Us- Is that your question?

Ike- Yeah, I ate that disgusting sauce!

Us- Okay! Way to go Ike!


Convorting

The govnah of Missouray was quite lovely. He shook my hand three times. He's short (but that's just from my point of view, which any person under six foot is considered short) and I think he may have been trying to compensate for his lack of height by wearing black cowboy boots. But, I thought that was cool, so yee-haw govnar Blunt.

Tonight I party like it's Oct. 31, 1517!
The day Martin Luther nailed his 95 theses to the door of the Wittenburg Castle church. I know! Crazy Presbyterian People that we are, this is a reason to get all nutty and gather together for drinks, food and , oh please!... Let there be dancing so I can try out some of my new robot moves. But, maybe I should save those to humiliate my children in front of their friends, I don't want other parents stealing my moves.

Tomorrow I go to the opening of the fine arts building. I'm wearing a sleevless dress and accessorizing with a dark purple bruise on my right bicep and a nice red scratch from some chicken wire on my hand. Oooh, April you classy lady!

6 comments:

owlhaven said...

Hey, April, you have an extra 'il'
in that hyperlink to larger families.


And chickens--gah-- they can be irritating, huh?

Mary

april said...

*sigh* thanks Mary. What I need is an editor. Anyone? No?

jennifer said...

Let's take a poll of how many people immediately started singing when they read the title to your post, "Cookie, Cookie, Cookie starts with C!" When I finished that little ditty in my head, I moved on to, "La, La, La, Lemon. La, La, La, Linoleum." I could sing the rest of the song for you, too. But I won't.

Everyday Mommy said...

Can barely breathe from laughing my head off! And, I know a Sally Smith who lives in Kansas...

Chinamama4 said...

Of course I sang the "C is for Cookie" song - it's a fave around here!
And the chicken story reminded me of my girls' book "Click Clack Moo: Cows That Type"!
Thanks for dropping by my blog, April...

Carrie said...

Your chicken story reminds me of the Robert Munsch book about the girl who lets the pigs out of their pen. I sang the c is for cookie song too, what would we have done without Sesame Street for all these years?!