Author Archives: Taylor

Let us continue on with the illustrations about the crazy world I call home, shall we?  Today, I was chatting with a few other ladies about our manly-man-hunter-husbands. Here’s the sitch: 1)  All of them have tasted, and enjoy venison/elk/moose, … Continue reading →

Well.  I am sure you have all been on pins and needles . . . just dying to know if I did, in fact, grind up an elk this weekend. Yes, folks.  Yes, I did.  And it wasn’t as glamorous … Continue reading →

Today, I made a ukulele out of cardboard.  And it has been the highlight of my day, if that tells you anything.  Oh!  And I did give my mom a Facebook profile picture.  Sister Meagan and I are basically doing … Continue reading →

David drives a work van to work.  No!  He is not a lumberjack.  He is an electrician.  I don’t understand why everyone is so confused about this?  Anyways, my boys think that work vans are the coolest thing in the … Continue reading →

Little Dude insists on wearing his underwear backwards.  Because that looks comfortable.  Me:  Dude, your underwear is on wrong. Little Dude, looking at his *ahem* “areas”: No!  Its not wrong! Me:  Yes, they are. Little Dude, shouting because I anger … Continue reading →

My husband, bless his heart, finds it quite humorous to pull the childrens’ pants up extremely high and shout: “Let’s wear our pants as high as Mommy!” Allow me to give you a visual, courtesy of Little Dude and his … Continue reading →

Tomorrow!  My husband is coming home tomorrow, the fearless hunter that he is.  He did come home on Thursday for a bit to unload some wood and check on me and my lovely self.  And I was fine, thank you … Continue reading →

Little Dude hates ice cream.  Could that kid be any weirder? To hate ice cream is so against the Maliblahblah Family Code of Conduct.  When David was a young lad growing up, they could only have ice cream on Friday … Continue reading →