My mum tells me I was a pretty funny kid. Never intentionally. I wasn’t a comedienne, per se, but still, I thought I’d share a few funnies from my childhood.
One day, my mum was making pie. She was up to her elbows in flour and…I don’t know, whatever you awesome domestic types make pie out of, and I was harrassing her for a glass of water. She kept saying “Not now” or “Later” or something along those lines, and I? Got[...]
Archive for February, 2009
It’s a great thing to teach your child how to pray. You know, if you happen to believe in God and think that talking to him regular like is a good thing.
And it makes for some really cute happenstances. Like your kids teaching their stuffed animals how to pray.
The one weeee bitty problem is when your daughter starts a prayer like this:
“Dear Heavenly Father, please help Mommy to be happy, so she can give us lots of candy.[...]
That’s how much time I have left. Err…not to live or anything crazy like that, we’re not talking the ultimate deadline here. Just a wee tiny self-imposed one that’s been irritating me the last few days.
You see, I signed up to attend the LDS Storymaker’s Conference in Provo this Spring. It’s a bit nerve wracking, not only because it’s my first writing conference, but because of the many people I admire and love who I’ll be meeting[...]
I. Won.
I am not a person who wins things. I don’t think it’s karma, per se. Or even a help-along-the-whole-self-pity-thing-Kim-has-going-on sort of thing either. It’s more that I’m too nervous, lazy, and/or apathetic to bother entering contests in the first place.
But…this contest? Was hosted at a blog I read daily anyway. All I had to do was leave a comment, which I was going to do anyway because Melanie is just that fabulous (I get to meet her in April[...]
I’m not much for following blogging trends. I tend to ignore memes and carnivals and post-about-such-and-such on such-and-such-day. I’d like to say it’s because I’m an independent minded thinker who marches to the beat of her own drummer, but in all honesty, I have the same sense of rhythm as a dying fish.
I remember going to dances as a teen, and there would be dances like the electric slide or the macarena, and I refused to dance them. Sometimes, when[...]
Although I claim the crayon artwork on my walls is there because I’m too lazy to bother scrubbing it off, the truth is…
…I’m obscurely proud of my children for “colouring outside the lines” and I actually smile a bit whenever I walk past one of their creations. While laziness certainly is a factor, I think I’d be kind of sad to see them go. They kind of brighten up the place. You see, our walls are a[...]
I am so going to die young.
Seriously, ever since I turned thirty I’ve had this impending doom sort of feeling. Also a feeling of profound relief because my twenties? Miserable with a capital Mis. Excepting the whole getting married thing…and some of the having two beautiful children experience…okay, so it wasn’t such a bad decade and I’m just a whiner. We knew that.
The past several months have been rather heavy on the deep introspection aspect of[...]
Today was better. I feel somewhat buoyed up by the kind and insightful comments I was gifted with yesterday. I approached the day with a much cheerier attitude, and despite being sore and groggy after battling the flu this weekend, I managed to get a fair bit done this morning.
Unfortunately, all that good work was somewhat undone by my making the mistake of lying down for “a little bit” this afternoon (something I have NEVER done before), only[...]
I’ve been feeling a wee bit apathetic lately. And I know exactly why and exactly how to fix the problem. Trouble is, I’m feeling too apathetic to do anything about it. Curses! Foiled again by my inherent laziness!
Thing is, there’s just too much I want to be doing, and not enough of me for the doing of it. I want to write. I want to blog. I want to play with my kids.[...]
Moving on from yesterday’s lead balloon of a post…
Our hamster Ellie who was lost over a week ago is sleeping safe and snug in her cage this morning. Yes, Valentine’s Day started with much rejoicing in the VanderHorst household. Emma roused her groggy parents with assertions that the hamster had escaped and was hiding in a present. Certain she’d been dreaming I rolled over and tried in vain to fall back asleep. A slightly more energetic[...]
