tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54558042011-04-21T13:26:43.089-07:00Crayons in My Soda PopLife, pets, and kids say and do the darndest things. Here's a blog about mine. Funny moments I want to remember, both from the past and the present.Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455804.post-1101906914286869352004-12-01T05:13:00.000-08:002004-12-01T05:15:14.286-08:00The girls were hopping all over me and my bed this morning when it was time to wake up. Actually, it was when they decided it was time to wake up. Back and forth they sparred with each other, over the top of me. Brooke did something to greatly agitate Hailey, though I didn't see exactly what, then Brooke hit the floor and disappeared under my bed while laughing histarically. Hailey lept from my Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455804.post-1101907074825229772004-11-14T05:17:00.000-08:002004-12-01T05:17:54.826-08:00I've got a pile of sticks outside my door. Some are as thick as my arm, and one is twice my height. Since the flood waters receded, Shadow has been bringing sticks up to the house every time I call him to come in. He has this idea that he should be able to bring them into my house and shred them into the carpet. I've picked splinters out of my bare feet when he snuck them past me. I am not alwaysTammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455804.post-1101907128793980252004-11-06T07:18:00.000-08:002004-12-01T05:18:48.793-08:00"Remove the beak." That's what the recipe said to do. Right after "Remove the head." Remove the head, and then remove the beak? Does an octapus have a beak? I double checked the recipe title to see if we were both talking about cooking baby octupus. Yep, that was the right recipe. I studied the little octapus in my hand and reread the recipe. I determined the head had been removed before I boughtTammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455804.post-1101907477168303252004-10-20T09:45:00.000-07:002004-12-01T05:24:37.166-08:00This one is an entry from an older blog: It was sunny outside today. We finally got a break from the 3 or 4 days of downpour rain, but the flooding in the back field is still there. It is deep, too. I took my Golden Retriever Shadow outside to play. The creek jumped its banks, and now varies 50-300 feet wide. With the creek overflowing and creating a pond out of the surrounding fields, there is Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455804.post-1073424392714646722004-01-06T13:26:00.000-08:002004-12-01T05:09:14.706-08:00We're snowed in. Even if I could get the vehicles out of the driveway, the roads are no better than our driveway. Dad took his lab and one of my Golden Retrievers for a walk around the neighborhood. The dogs enjoyed romping around, playing in the snow. Down the street, a young guy was pulling his 18 month old son on a plastic sled. The little boy was obviously enjoying it. Dad got a bright idea Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455804.post-1065677337298271162003-10-08T22:28:00.000-07:002003-10-08T22:28:57.623-07:00Long time no blog. I've been very busy getting my bath products made up and labelled for sale on my website. I registered the url www.thecountrybath.com and will soon be selling my homemade soaps, bath salts, lotions, bubble bath, and misc items there. It has become a really fun hobby.
I dropped Brooke off at school this morning. In the field by the school, I saw a woman taking her dog for its Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455804.post-1064297123625958932003-09-22T23:05:00.000-07:002003-09-22T23:05:23.680-07:00Well, Tinkerbell and her kitten Cricket are living outside now. That's where Tink lived before she had Cricket. Cric is old enough to be out now. For months now, Nala has happily had the sole run of the front porch. That fat old kitty spent most of her time lazing around there, basking in the sun, catching an occassional mouse. Tinkerbell has always been such a small cat, Nala always ran her off.Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455804.post-1058685947477470612003-07-20T00:25:00.000-07:002003-07-20T00:25:47.446-07:00"Now I understand." That's what I told Brooke this morning.
Tinkerbell had her kitten Cricket 6 weeks ago, and they live in Brooke's bedroom. That is, when the dogs are in the house. And most of the time when the dogs are outside, too. She's been complaining lately that she cannot sleep at night because the kitten keeps her awake.
I came home from work last night and found my bed full of Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455804.post-1057781987055298012003-07-09T13:19:00.000-07:002003-07-09T13:19:47.093-07:00I was sitting on the sofa when I heard a loud, single BANG! on my front door. At first I was startled, but the dogs were not alarmed. They still lay sprawled out on the livingroom floor. A couple of minutes later, I heard the noise again....BANG!.....BANG! My guard dogs were still claiming coffee break, so I decided to check it out myself. As I walked across the house, I heard my 3 year old Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455804.post-1055801290627165982003-06-16T15:08:00.000-07:002003-06-16T15:08:10.233-07:00This is one I was reminded of today. I should have written it down long ago, so I am putting it in print tonight.
I was watching tv with my parents when their friend Tom stopped by to watch a movie with us. He was having a bit of trouble taming the vcr. He popped the tape in, hit play, and it turned off after playing only a few seconds. He popped it in again, hit play, and it turned off again Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455804.post-1055801205448692772003-06-16T15:06:00.001-07:002003-06-16T15:06:45.483-07:00The girls love their hamsters I got them. They picked out 2 white ones. Hailey named hers Cuddles. Brooke's has gone through several names now including Skittles and Sugarbits. I am not sure what it is now. Hamsters don't get along as well as gerbils do; they prefer to each have their own cages. These two let us know that by biting gashes on each others' faces. They now each have their own cage.Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455804.post-1055801182228061352003-06-16T15:06:00.000-07:002003-06-16T15:06:22.276-07:00We just got back from a 3 day vacation a couple of days ago. Went to visit my gone-with-the-army husband. Then I had a surprise when I got home from work last night. My mom said she was helping my 3 year old clean her room when she heard a noise coming from a dresser in my room. Expecting to find a mouse or a rat in my dresser drawer, she sent my dad up to investigate. He was as surprised as Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455804.post-1055789790409764032003-06-16T11:56:00.000-07:002003-06-16T11:56:30.433-07:00Brooke (12) got a new hair color today. She has been bugging me to dye her hair red ever since I colored mine a light red this spring. I told her she'd have to wait til summer. Why she'd want to go from her pretty blonde to red, I don't know. I finally picked one up at the store that washes out in 24 shampoos, and colored her hair today. She emerged from the bathroom a new woman with a medium Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455804.post-1054868461219910922003-06-05T20:01:00.000-07:002003-06-05T20:01:04.330-07:00I was up in Washington last week visiting at my brother-in-law's house. My toddler Hailey asked her grandpa, "Does aunt Kelly live here too?"
Grandpa didn't quite catch what she said, and replied,"Pardon?"
"Does aunt kelly live here too?"she said a little louder.
"Either you're not saying it loud enough or clear enough." Grandpa bent down to hear her better.
Hailey very patiently and very Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455804.post-1054841120462857722003-06-05T12:25:00.000-07:002003-06-16T15:07:42.790-07:00I'm a checker at a grocery store that also has a pizza parlor inside. Last night, an old lady came through my line at work. While I rang up her groceries and her husband bagged them, she described to me in great detail her ongoing battle with CONSTIPATION!!! Some very colorful adjectives, and the lady knows her nouns. And OH! What nouns they were! After my initial 'deer in the headlights' Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247717136714435334noreply@blogger.com