Sylvia has been the regular blogger of the family, but as she's getting hitched in a couple weeks, somebody has to take over. By unanimous decision, I've been voluntold. Anyway, here's my first post as admin: The birds in the back yard are very angry at my cats, for they just caught a bird and are slowly torturing it to death.
That is all.
Friday, July 24, 2015
Thursday, July 23, 2015
The Final Insanity
Since not a single one of my siblings is showing the slightest interest in taking over this sadly-neglected blog, this may very well be the last post, unless my parents decide to exercise their supreme authority and add "blogging" to the list of school assignments for their students this fall. Thus, here are some final small scraps of insanity--
Now, I turn my title of "Blog Moderator of Doom" over to my father and resign myself to a life of wedding planning, moving, and logistics for the next 15 days. (No, I'm not counting; why do you ask? 0:)) *exaggerated sigh* Flowers, flowers; here I come--who started all these silly traditions, anyway? Also, how many can I break before people start getting mad at me?
It's going to be a switch moving from a family of 11 to a family of 2...as I begin stocking up the house with "essential" groceries for John, while my mother shops for our family, this difference is quite glaring. For example...
Cereal for the soon-to-be Phillips family for about a month:
Cereal for the Peterson family for about...two weeks (max):
Yeah; I don't envy Mom her grocery bill...
Anyway...goodbye to the Peterson blog; it'll be interesting to see whether anyone picks it up again.
Adventure awaits!
(Yep; I'm going out on a majorly sleep-deprived brain. I'm so sorry. I'm not sleeping till after the wedding. My sincere apologies, and I hope you haven't been mentally scarred for life.)
Gloria: Is your brain bigger than Ivar's?
Rosemary: Yes. It's bigger than Sylvia's.
Sylvia: My insults are coming back to haunt me. I told her the other day that she needed to get a brain.
Mom: So she got one...and it's bigger than yours?
Cecily: Maybe Papa has two brains and they fight all the time!
Mom: That's why he gets headaches.
Cecily: What did I click on this time? "...Criminal eavesdropping..."
Mom: you're just so pickable!
Papa: I'd like to be DIS-pickable. ...Wait.
Thor: Are we in Centralia?
Gloria: No; we're in Odin!
Thor: Boy; that policeman back there sure is lost!
Sylvia: Guys, what should John and I have for our first dance song?
Cecily: The chicken dance!
Thor: The bunny song!
Knut: The Imperial March.
Sylvia: ...Your brain is so cool!!
Knut: Most people don't use that word....
Now, I turn my title of "Blog Moderator of Doom" over to my father and resign myself to a life of wedding planning, moving, and logistics for the next 15 days. (No, I'm not counting; why do you ask? 0:)) *exaggerated sigh* Flowers, flowers; here I come--who started all these silly traditions, anyway? Also, how many can I break before people start getting mad at me?
It's going to be a switch moving from a family of 11 to a family of 2...as I begin stocking up the house with "essential" groceries for John, while my mother shops for our family, this difference is quite glaring. For example...
Cereal for the soon-to-be Phillips family for about a month:
Cereal for the Peterson family for about...two weeks (max):
Anyway...goodbye to the Peterson blog; it'll be interesting to see whether anyone picks it up again.
Adventure awaits!
(Yep; I'm going out on a majorly sleep-deprived brain. I'm so sorry. I'm not sleeping till after the wedding. My sincere apologies, and I hope you haven't been mentally scarred for life.)
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