Karma, Mushroom Houses, Fishmongers & Russia. It Must be Tuesday!
If it’s Tuesday this must be Random Tuesday Thoughts. It used to be brought to you by Keely at The Un-Mom but she’s taking a hiatus. Random Tuesdays still rock on with help from Stacy .
Elle
As I’ve been checking out our stats, I have noticed we have a frequent visitor from Russia. What’s so curious to me is they keep visiting the same post. What’s up with that? They have checked it out 20 times since the beginning of June. What do they find so interesting in Stacy’s old post Hit By The Special Bus?
Ooh, the Mushroom House is for sale! It would be pretty cool to say “I live in a mushroom house”. One small problem, I don’t have 1.1 million dollars. Oh well, I still have a tunnel. I bet you don’t.
My husband was watching Emeril last night. He was cooking fish and kept throwing around the term “fishmonger”. Is that the worst job title ever? I’ve never liked the term “matron of honor” either, but “fishmonger” is worse. Of course, that made me wonder where “fishmonger” came from. Basically, it’s a really old word and I know I never want to be called a fishmonger or fishwife!
Stacy
Wow, apparently I’m big in Russia…..who knew?
You’re more apt to get really sick when it’s beautiful weather or you have something really important to attend. I think it’s a Murphy’s Law type of thing. You have a party to attend, graduation, special field trip at school etc. My now 10 year old still hasn’t forgotten how he was sick in First Grade and had to miss the “Polar Express” train ride. Apparently he’ll need therapy to get over that one.
Another thing I’ve noticed lately is when I look everywhere for days for something and then I finally give up and buy a new one, I immediately find the original thing I was looking for! Usually the very next day. Boy I have good luck!
What is the point of having a half day for the last day of school? Really? My boys get out at 12:45 p.m., what are they really accomplishing by having to go to school for a half a day?
My wonderful dog has turned into an annoying, peeing on the floor type of dog. I’m not too pleased, especially since I seem to be the only one that knows how to clean up pee! Although it’s a little bit of payback when the boys yell and freak out because they stepped in pee. Gee, if you had wiped it up when you saw it before I got up, you wouldn’t of stepped in it, but noooooooooo you had to pretend like it wasn’t there so you could have me wipe it up. Karma
