Go Big or Go Home

Yes.  Alright.  I forgot to do the COW last week.

These things happen.

In my defense, no one really cares.  So back off.

There are two COWS this week. 

Do you know what a COW is?  Are you confused?

You are not alone.

COW #1

The first COW (Comment Of the Week) goes to Father Knows (Travis) Best, aka Jake,  with his comment on this photo:

He said, “So YOU’RE the one who beat me out for that last cheerleading spot.”

Ha!

Tough break, Jake.

Tough Break.

Check out my bangs.

Go big or go home.

COW #2!

Cow #2 is actually bogus.

Why?

Because it is a Facebook conversation between me and Erin.

Of which I found udderly entertaining.

Me:  Made pancakes for lunch today.  They came out fluffy and golden brown.  Just thought you would like to know that. 🙂

Interruption:  Erin is a fantastic person with one flaw:  she cannot make pancakes.  Ever.

Erin:  Oh yeah? Well I took my children out to the store and received nary an insinuation that one of them did not belong to me.
AND it only took me 5 minutes to get to the store.

Thought you might like to know THAT! 😉

Me:  You cut me real deep, Erin. You cut me real deep just now.

Erin:  Sorry, Shrek.

Me:  Just to clarify . . . people never question the fact that the children are MINE. They just think I might be a hussy.

Can I say “hussy” on this blog? 

Erin:  Well in their defense, your father thought the same thing when you got a few flowers.

She is referring to this post.

Ouch, Erin.

Ouch.

Anyways.

If you have a few spare moments on this chilly Monday morn, you should go and say “Holla!” to Jake and/or Erin.

Fun Fact:  I don’t say “Holla!” in real life.  Ever.

Happy Monday!

I will be back soon with a quick weekend recap.

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GoshDarnIt.

Do you know what Sunday is?

October the 31st.

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The day I LOATHE.

(You can read about last year here)

Why?

Because I have to attempt to be creative and come up with FOUR costumes for FOUR children with ZERO dollars.

Lumberjacks are cheap, man.

I got the girls taken care of.  We are going with the usual Little House on the Prairie/Disney Princess characters they know and love so well.

But  . . . it’s those boys . . .

Quick!  Help me!

I need some ideas for boy costumes.

Here are some key things to remember:

1)  I don’t sew, knit, crochet, quilt, or cross-stitch.  Ironing is also a weakness. 

I can, however, launder things.

2)  My boys are naughty.

3)  I might have a hot glue gun.  I cannot be certain. 

4)  One can oft find my boys’ hands down their pants.

5)  I don’t have any felt.  Is felt required?

6)  I only have one pair of cowboy boots.

7)  Glasses are optional.  Depending on whether or not Sir Handsome Dude breaks them.

8)  I am not crafty.  Really.  Not at all.

9)  I don’t have an etsy shop.

10)  What is an etsy shop?

11)  My boys like all things with wheels.  If that helps?

12)  I have no spare sheets or curtains or any other large, glorious amounts of fabric.

13)  I do have lots of clothes that are too tight for me. 

14)  I might have construction paper.

15)  I am out of glue.

16)  I have a 3-hole punch and 3×5 cards.  Is this helpful?

17)  Yes!  I have construction paper! 

***

Fun Fact:  My mom, who is clearly as creative as I am, once dressed me up as a “Bunch of Grapes.”

How did she accomplish this?

Well.

She dressed me in green pants and a green shirt and taped 4.2 million purple balloons to my body.

I wasn’t even that young.

It was probably the same year this fateful picture was taken:

So.

Now you know why I am the way that I am.

Anyways.

If you have any super-easy-fun-free-cheap-EASY ideas for me, feel free to enlighten me.

And don’t get any smart ideas . . . I don’t have any balloons.

Later Dudes.

PS-I just wanted you to all know that I, yes, I, Taylor Maliblahblah, made my own strawberry jam tonight AND canned it.

Holla, Taylor Maliblahblah.

Holla.

PPS-Notice how I did not make huckleberry jam.  This is because I haven’t submitted the necessary forms required for my husband to grant me permission to use the purple gold.

Perhaps next year, I will get my ducks in a row.

PPPS-Why do people hand out banana-flavored tootsie rolls?

For shame, people.

For.

Shame.

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A Suggestive Text

Normally, I would not have the nerve to post the following scenario, out of fear that my parents would read it and ground me.

However.

My parents are in the lovely city of New Orleans at this current moment in time and do not think that the World Wide Web exists in places other than their living room.

So, I’m good.

I think.

If for some reason my blog disappears off the face of the earth, you will know that I was wrong and had to suffer the consequences.

It was nice knowing you.

***

Yesterday, my husband texted me out of the blue at 9am.

If you know my husband at all, just the idea of him texting is hilarious.

(You can read about the first text he ever received here)

David:  How are you doing today :}

Yes.  He made the wrong sign for the smiley face.  But using emoticons is a HUGE step in our relationship.

You can understand why I let it slide.

Taylor:  SUPER

This was sarcastic on my part.  We had a little spat this week and me saying everything was SUPER really drove my point home.

Don’t mind me . . . I’m just holding a grudge.

David:  Whatever liar

See?  He picked up on my sublteness.

So, I felt bad for being such a poo and decided to text more.

Taylor:  I am fine.  Trying to get the kids started for school.  Boys stole gum from my purse.  Again.  Handsome Dude peed in his pants and hid them.  Handsome Dude took off Little Dude’s wet diaper and put underwear on him.  Lucy peed all over the laundry room.  And pooped.  How are you?

LucyFUR.

David:  Fine.

David:  Is a copier a male or a female?

Taylor:  What?

David:  Yup.

Taylor:  Copier?

David:  Female once it is turned off it takes forever to get warmed back up

Taylor:  Dang.  Bad news for you.

Dear Lord,

Please help my parents to not figure out that the Internet reaches the vast wildernesses of New Orleans.

Thank you.

Are you wondering why I shared that?

So am I.

***

Random Topic Quick Change!

I miss having a wood stove.

And pigs can now fly.

You may ask:  “Taylor!  Why on earth would you miss that dreadful beast?”

Because, dear readers.

It was SO warm.

And Ruralville is so cold.  And lonely.  And peach.

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Random Topic Quick Change!

Good News:  I think we killed all the mice in the trunk.

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Random Topic Quick Change!

I started the 30 Day Shred again.

Alert:  I still don’t like exericse.

Sad Alert:  I still can’t make it through the jumping jack segment without running to use the facilities.

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Random Topic Quick Change!

People at our home group thought we were a lovely couple well into our 30’s.

I AM 29, THANK YOU.

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Random Topic Quick Change!

Lest any of you think I am All-That-And-A-Bag-Of-Chips for posting this gem of a picture:

I must come clean and inform you that at my school, there were no “cuts” for cheerleaders.

Come one, come all!

Even if you have really, really, bad bangs.

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Random Topic Quick Change!

During school, I was helping Daisy Mae with a writing assignment. 

Me:  Ok.  Put your name here.

DM (short for Daisy Mae . . . keep up, people!):  Ok.

Me:  Date here

DM:  OCTOBRE 72, 2010

Me:  Good.

DM:  Do I need to put my city?

Me:  Nope.

DM:  Phone number?

Me:  Nope.

DM:  Weird.

Me:  Yup.

DM:  I know why!  Because if the bad guys ever found my writing paper they could come find me and kill us!  And that would not be good.

Me:  Ok.  Let’s just get started.

**

Poor girl.  I think my safety paranoias are rubbing off on her.

Well.

I gotta get myself into the shower and into some actual clothes.

Company is coming!

Better don my pearls.

Happy Thursday!

PS-I don’t have pearls.

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Stay Away From The Cans!

It’s a dreary, cold, rainy Wednesday here in Ruralville!

You know what that means?

Neither do I.

But let’s play a game, shall we?

You know.

For kicks and grins.

Let’s see who is movie-savvy.

Or, more accurately, let’s see who has seen the same movies I have.

Some might be movie lines . . . some might be song quotes . . . I cannot be certain.

I am a force to be reckoned with.

1.  I want the chipper chicken.

2.  I’m what you call “sans parents.”

3.  Bless her beautiful hide . . . wherever she may be.

4.  Frankly my dear, I don’t give a *bleep* (flagged for adult content)

5.  I’ll never let go, Jack.

Thought I would throw in a super easy one.

You’re welcome.

6.  I’m a married Spud!  I’m a married Spud!

7.  Just when I think you couldn’t be any dumber, you go and do something like this . . . and totally redeem yourself!

8.  He hates these cans!  Stay away from the cans!

9.  Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little, cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more.

10.  Anyway, like I was sayin’, shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. There’s uh, shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There’s pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich. That- that’s about it.

The winner will win the satisfaction of knowing they are a winner.

Happy Wednesday!

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Grace

*Prayer Request Update*

I posted a prayer request a few weeks ago and I wanted to thank you all for your prayers. 

The prayers were for my brother’s family.  His wife is pregnant with their third child, a girl.  Her name is Grace Elizabeth.  Baby Grace’s ultrasound revealed several critical health problems and the doctors have not given her much hope.

I just wanted to update you and let you know that my sister-in-law appreciated your prayers so much and asks that you continue to pray. 

She reads this blog and might read these comments if you would like to let her know you are praying.

Thank you.

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Randomness on a Tuesday Morn.

What I am about to tell you is real.

And happened just last Saturday.

And makes me ponder things . . . and life . . . in general.

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LJ (short for Lumberjack . . . keep up, people!):  Hey.  I’m going to go clean up the garage for a bit.

Me:  Ok.  Sounds good.

So, he goes outside to do what I would assume to be something like:  move around power tools, ropes, trashcans, gas cans, tarps, the 4 wheeler, air compressors, and other garage-ly things.

And I, being the fantastic homemaker that I am, decided to roam around the house doing house-ly things.

You know.

Like fold laundry, do dishes, and have a spirited conversation with myself about how the kids say their rooms are clean, when clearly, they are not clean.

As I was loading the washing machine once again, I glanced out the window and saw this:

Why, yes!

I’m glad you asked!

That is my husband.

And, yes! 

He has strapped on his Lumberjackish shoes and safety-belt and climbed up the tree in our very own driveway.

Chainsaw and all.

For to trim the dead branches.

It is moments like this, dear readers, that I become perplexed at my husband.

Perplexed.

So, he was out there “tidying up the garage” for a few hours and had two burn piles going.

Why?

Because he moved out to the middle of nowhere and he can.

He came inside and ate some of my delicious, super-scrumptious ELK TACOS.

No, you silly gooses!

I most certainly did not taste the ELK TACO meat.

What do you think I am?

Crazy?

After his delicious ELK TACO, he decided that a little hunting would tickle his fancy.

So he got all camo-flauged-out and went out in the backyard.

You can see why he loves the new house . . . no?

So, while he was gone, my dad stopped by.

Hold the phone!  A visitor?  In Ruralville?

It was quite the day, I tell you.

Dad:  Where’s Dave?

Me:  Hunting.

Dad:  But his truck is here?

Me:  Oh yeah.  He’s just back there in his tree stand.

Dad:  Huh?

Me:  Want me to get him?  If I yell off the back deck he can hear me.

Dad:  Tree stand?

Me:  Well, I might get in trouble for spooking the deer.

Dad:  Well, what’s he got burning?

Me:  Dead tree branches.

Dad:  Why does he have two burn piles going?

Me:  Because he can.

***

Let’s revisit this story in a short and bulleted format shall we?

* I talk to myself sometimes.

* My husband has Lumberjackish shoes and some sort of rope that suspends him up in a tree

* We now have burn piles

* Cooking elk meat made my stomach hurt

* I never did get all my laundry done

*  My husband hunts in his own backyard

*  Only a few months ago, I lived mere blocks from art galleries, coffee shops, restaurants, and a lake.

***

Moving on.

Daisy Mae was quite perturbed with me after finding a photograph of herself lying facedown in the storage room.

So, she has rescued it and proudly displays it wherever she goes.

***

And, finally, I would like to show you something that I call:

A Bummer.

And guess what!

We have a super strict rule that absolutely NO sippy cups may ever leave the kitchen!

We’re running a tight ship over here.

Happy Tuesday!

PS-Thank you to all of you who visited me at my guest post yesterday!  I appreciated it!

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Nervous and Sweaty.

Today I am guest posting at Mindee’s blog, Our Front Door.

Normally, I would be all hyper and strange and say something to the effect of,

“Look at me with my Big-Girl-Blogging-Pants On!”

But, no.

Not today.

Today I am nervous.

Mindee’s a “Big-Girl-Blogger” herself.  You should check out her blog post haste.  Mindee is an excellent writer and I always enjoy visiting her blog.  She has three great kids, works at a school, and has a great sense of humor.  She also posts delicious recipes.

And the best part?

Somehow, she has managed to get her husband to read her blog posts and comment on them!

Incredulous!

Fun Fact:  I think The Lumberjack foolishly believes I have given up this  “silly blogging nonsense.”

I kid!  I jest!

So, anyways.  I am over there posting today, nervous and sweaty, and showing ridiculous pictures of myself that look like this:

What was I not thinking?

Please come visit me over there this morning so I don’t feel like a silly goose.

It would be most appreciated.

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Happy Monday!

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Razzle Dazzle!

You may ask, “Taylor!  Why the peculiar title?”

No reason.

But you must admit that saying “Razzle Dazzle” is super fun.

Try it.

See?

Genius.

***

This week, I posted a series of questions, of which many of you answered. 

And I thank you.  I thank you kindly.

So, I thought I would repost the questions and pick an answer.

See?

Very Razzle-Dazzle-ish.

1.  Why is the meat thermometer not supposed to touch the bone?

From Jill:  It doesn’t really matter. Cooking-types make that sort of stuff up to make non-cooking types think that cooking stuff is more difficult than it really is. (Can you tell which type I am?)

2.  Why does my husband always look like this:

in pictures?

From Melissa K:  Missing his front teeth?

3.  Was Jeremiah really a bullfrog?  Really?  And if so, how did he have such mighty, fine wine?

Molly said:  Jeremiah wasn’t really a bullfrog..he was a HUMAN trapped in a frog’s body…therefore it was a mighty fine WHINE he was having..cause, well, being a bullfrog he couldn’t have WINE, and if I couldn’t have wine I would most definitely whine….

And, apparently, I did not get the line right according to these observant readers:

Jen:Except, doesn’t the song say that I always helped him drink his wine? And I can’t believe I am even debating the lyrics of a song about being high.

Tracie

Because I am a crazy lyric person, I can’t even make it any further down the page without saying that the song says

“I helped him drink his wine. He always had some mighty fine wine”

Whatever.

Razzle Dazzle.

4.  I have to drive to town with a couple hundred pounds of elk meat in the back of my diesel rig on this very frigid Tuesday morn. 

 This is not a question. 

This is a cry for help.

Joyce:   The diesel rig needs to make a pit stop at Starbucks. 10-4 good buddy.

5.  Should I become a vegetarian?

From Andi: NOOO!!! Everyone I know who goes vegan ends up gaining wait because they are hungry, and they eat way too many carbs. Choose lean meat. It is your friend.

You mean it is a bad plan to fill up on mashed potatoes and rolls?

6.  Will somebody please share with me a delicious recipe that I can take to people when they need a meal that has the ability to freeze/unfreeze well?  I fear my recipients can’t choke down chicken pot pie anymore.

Mindee:  

I can help you with the meals issue: http://www.ourfrontdoor.us/in-the-fridge/category/freezes-well I find that the pizza wheels are especially popular for families with kids.

7.  What is one of your favorite blogs to read?  My goal is to track down all other blogs and destroy them.

Ha!  Kidding!

Or.

Am.

I?

There were way too many to list.  Sorry.

But here is one of mine:

http://ostricheslookfunny.blogspot.com

8.  I was really kidding.  I just like reading new blogs.

From Jessy:  Liar.

9.  How is it that when I sing in the shower, my voice sounds super spectacular?  But when singing in the presence of human beings, it sounds dreadful?

From Jill:  I don’t know. But I do know that I sang the harmony part in a duet on Sunday, and I was really really bad. Seriously. I freaked myself out right before singing, and then I couldn’t find my note. And then I couldn’t get a deep breath because a gnat was flying right in front of me and I was afraid of sucking it in. And then I found out that my mike was turned way up and the mike for the woman singing melody was turned way down so all anyone could hear was me singing harmony way offkey. It was a very long song. Everyone was glad when it was over.

 10.  What is your favorite book?

Too many to answer!

But I did just read The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins in one night, per Lani’s recommendation.

So, then I recommended the book to my dearheart friend Bimlissa.

Bimlissa, snooty as usual, told me she read it ages ago.

Bimlissa, keeping with the snooty theme, informed me that she will no longer recommend books to me after the Twilight Fiasco of 2009.

Summary of the Twilight Fiasco of 2009:

Bimlissa is on “Team Edward” and I am on “Team Why Am I Reading This Rubbish?”

We are slowly working towards a healthier place in our relationship.

11.  What is your favorite TV show?

Too many to answer!

But my two favorites are The Office and The Big Bang Theory.

Bazinga!

12.  What are your thoughts on Facebook Status Updates?

Jessy: I hate the status updates that tell you some sob story/statistics and then tell you you are a horrible person if you don’t make it your status too.

Rachel:  Wonderful if limited to one status update per day.

13.  Why do people play Farmville?  I fear my sister is one of them.  I hereby declare an intervention.

If you enjoy Farmville, I mean you no ill-will. 

JoAnn:  Farmville is the devil. I used to play. I quit at Christmas time. It took me an hour to open “presents” from other friends and I didn’t finish opening them because halfway through I realized that I had just spent an HOUR of my LIFE opening FAKE PRESENTS THAT ARE NOT REAL

Amen.

14.  Why do my boys lock a door and then close it when no one is in it?

The Musician’s Wife:  Because of Science.

15.  Why do my boys steal food and hide it from me under beds and tables?

From Wichiepoo: To get the mouse out of your car trunk, they are doing this for you!

16.  Why do my boys soap each other up in the bath and waste a half of a bottle of shampoo whilst doing so?

The Musician’s Wife:  Because of science.

17.  Why do they get out of the bath and run to the shower to steal the shampoo after I hid it from them?

The Musican’s Wife:  Because of Science.

18.  Should I write a “Parenting How-to” book?

Don’t answer that one.

19.  Why, pray tell, is it that Daisy Mae can spell out her super long last name, but when I ask her to spell the word “went,” she writes, “wtni”

From Joyce:  Because she is darling and knows that spell check is the wave of the future.

***

Some more thoughts on this picture:

1)  I had been crying.  Hysterically.  I wasn’t easily adaptable.  This was out of my comfort zone.

2)  This picture is framed and in my mother’s house.

3)  Yes.  It is real.

4)  No.  I do not know what we were wearing.

***

And now, it is time for the COW

COW=Comment of the Week.

Keep up, people!

This week’s winner is Ada:

Story time: I was in banking for over a decade. One week every girl on my teller line got asked if they were pregnant by a different man. Every one. I thought it was hilarious until it was my turn.
Silly male customer: “Are you pregnant?”
Me: “Um, no.”
Silly male customer: “Oh, well maybe it is the shirt.”
Me: “Let me give you a little bit of advice. In the future, do not ask a lady if she is pregnant unless she is physically giving birth in front of you.”
Silly male customer looks at me with a little bit of shock.
Me: “Now, how would you like your cash back?”

I would like to point out that I was the tiniest I have ever been when this happened and the girl that stood next to me was a size 0. These were clearly just crazy people.
Crazy, I tell you.

I feel for you, Ada.

Oh, yes.

But let us not also forget the dreaded “When are you due?” question when your baby is a mere few days old and is sitting right next to you.

Not like that has ever happened to  me.

Happy Weekend!

 

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