Not So Usual

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Fartshumper?

What's a "Fartshumper" anyway???

Apparently it is Norwegian for "Ground Clearance"..... Funny, nonetheless.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

It's Sunday. You Only Get ONE Meal!

Growing up, we had one big meal on Sundays. I mean, we ate breakfast (usually cereal, sometimes pancakes) and then scurried off to church. Once we got home we worked together to make "Sunday Dinner". I remember hanging out in the kitchen, seeing what I could do to help. Mostly because I was hungry, and wanted to speed things along.

It was during these Sunday preparation times I learned to set a table, tear lettuce (not chop), slice onions, chop tomatoes, make Garlic Bread, grate cheese, or whatever other task I was given. Then... we ATE! Depending on what time our church ended, when we got home, and how long it took to make the food, Sunday "Dinner" would often commence sometime between the hours of 1-3.

Usually following the meal, my parents would take a nap. (I don't care what ANY of you are thinking...in *my* mind, they took a nap.) Then in the evening, around 7pm, my dad would make popcorn. This was pretty much a Sunday tradition. In the winter months, he would often do one batch of homemade caramel corn too!

Now, to accompany the popcorn we would also have Ice Cream or brownies or cookies, or whatever it was one of us girls baked (usually me) while my parents were taking said nap. Then we snacked the rest of the night while we played games or watched a TV program together.

Ok, fast forward. When I became an adult, I followed this same pattern. Come home from church, make the "big meal"/"Sunday Dinner", then NAP (for me, it really *IS* a nap!) and then snack the rest of the night.

When I was married, I remember the first few times my husband would ask me, around 6pm, "What's for dinner?" I'd look at him like, "Are YOU CRAZY??" I would answer with, "Um... nothing. It's Sunday. You get ONE meal. If you're hungry, find a snack." I have ALWAYS been like this, yet it never fails. Every Sunday around 7pm, one of my children (usually the same one) will inevitably ask, "What's for dinner?" And I always respond... "Um...it's Sunday. One Meal."

Anyway, it's funny to me that I do not get hungry on Sundays for more than one meal. Also, I can barely make it through the meal staying awake. As soon as I finish my plate, I literally drag myself to my room and I am OUT.FOR.THE.COUNT. I can't even stay awake long enough to wash dishes. That usually happens *After* I get up and while the brownies or cookies or cake are baking.

I mean, any other day of the week, even if I *do* have a late lunch, once it hits 6pm or 7pm I am STARVING for dinner. And though I don't really sleep for more than 2-3 hours at a time anyway, I can rarely nap on a "regular day".

I guess my brain just KNOWS when it is Sunday.

What about you? Is your brain wired differently on a certain day of the week or during certain events?

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

If Only I Had Time..

I would get some of this...

...and a little of this...

...and one of these...

To make one like this!!!

I LOVE LOVE LOVE aprons and 1) Wish I could sew well enough to whip one right up 2) wish I had the time to whip one right up and 3) wish I had the energy to whip one right up. Anyway, I saw this over at Cackleberry Cottage's Blog (Click here) and just fell in love. Also, the fabrics are very similar and would tie in well with the stockings I made for my children almost ten years ago! I'd also love to make one, or two, or even three for the person in my family whose name I drew... I think she would like aprons. :)

Monday, November 2, 2009

Not Me Monday

Monday Madness!!! Time to tell you everything that did NOT happen this past week.

Monday night I did NOT attend my son's High School Choir Concert and I was NOT moved to tears and my younger two kids did NOT look at me like I was C-R-A-Z-Y!

Wednesday night Big-D did NOT take me to the college Jazz Band concert which I was NOT required to critique for my music class. Afterwards I did NOT go to the ladies room and when I walked in there did NOT think it peculiar that the stall doors only came up to my shoulders. I did NOT do my business and when I stood up to zip up, etc. there was NOT a woman who had just entered the stall next to me and was standing doing her zipping-down thing. We did NOT look at each other and she did NOT say, "This is sort of weird..." to which I did NOT bust up laughing. I did NOT laugh to the point of hysterics and did NOT continue laughing even while washing my hands, and was totally NOT in tears by the time I went out to meet Big-D who was waiting for me. He did NOT look at me like I was C-R-A-Z-Y and ask what happened and I was NOT wheezing and laughing and crying so hard that I did NOT have to wait several minutes before I could explain. Afterwards we did NOT go to the Drive-Thru for a Diet Coke run followed by a trip to WalMart because we did NOT want to get Twinkies. We did NOT sit in the parking lot afterwards and get our Twinkies on and did NOT laugh and have more fun.

Thursday was NOT play practice and I was NOT pleased at how well everything is coming along and how funny these actors/actresses are. I am NOT excited for the play this coming Saturday.

Friday we did NOT dress up for Halloween at work. Charlotte was NOT a corpse bride and did NOT order some costume contacts that were soooo NOT freaky...

Saturday morning I did NOT get up early to take PrettyPrettyPrincess to the pumpkin patch and hay maze. It was NOT bright and sunny.

I also did NOT work my butt off at the library for the rest of the day while the kids went with their dad. Big-D did NOT rescue me from my studies by taking me for pizza and the restaurant employees were NOT having a costume contest in which they wanted the patrons to vote. There were NOT all sorts of crazy costumes and we did NOT vote for a waitress dressed in all-blue but were at a loss of what to write as Big-D thought I should write "Blue Bar Wench" and I thought perhaps she was "Smurfette". We did NOT laugh shamelessly.

Then I did NOT pick PrettyPrettyPrincess up and we did NOT skip out on trick-or-treating and instead watch the movie Amelia. I did NOT cry at the movie and did NOT learn things about Amelia Earheart I never knew before. Afterwards, we did NOT hit WalMart to buy deeply discounted Halloween Candy to fill her trick or treat bag so she would have some leverage in trading with her brothers. It was NOT a busy but good week.

So... what did you NOT do?