...for a different kind of girl

silent surburban girl releasing her voice, not yet knowing what all she wants to say about her life and the things that make it spin. do you have to be 18 to be here? you'll know when i know.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

what's wrong with this picture?

Do you remember Highlights magazine? If you do, you probably remember the monthly 'what's wrong with this picture?' feature. Two seemingly identical pictures that would have you hunting for the toy that had been erased from the prototype picture. Maybe you'd quickly spot the way polka dots where once there had been none were added to the little girl's skirt. Perhaps there would have been an addition of a playful squirrel scurrying across a tree. Sometimes a pair of horns could be spotted emerging from the cranium of the grinning boy.

Or perhaps I liked to bastardize my copies of Highlights magazine, and if so, now you get a glimpse of why I am the way I am today.

If you never saw an old school Highlights magazine, and you're still reading this post, I'll assume you're either thinking of fun ways to talk about how old I am in the comments, but I will counter with the response that your parents must not have loved you, therefore depriving you of routine medical care and the opportunity to peruse ragged copies of Highlights while you aged in the waiting room. Sticks and stones, friends. Sticks and stones.

And now, back to the show:

See that beautiful photo of my sons up there? I took it this weekend at an area apple orchard we visited during this crazy thing we like to call "family time." If this picture appeared in Highlights, this would be the 'right' picture in the great 'what's wrong with this picture' debate. It looks very peaceful and loving, doesn't it? Kind of makes you think (and perhaps say) "I wish those kids were mine," quietly while at your desk at work (you'd say it quietly, of course, so as not to disturb or freak out your coworkers, because admit it, saying that has the potential of making you sound like a kidnapper and you don't want - nay, need - that kind of rumor going around the cubicles). If you said that kind of thing, believe me, I'd agree with you. For that brief moment when my boys turned and began walking away from me, it was the most peaceful and loving moment of our "family time" day together.

Here's what you would have seen in the other photo had I been able to capture that on film:
  • Lots of whining (and maybe some thrashing on the ground among family members who may have included me, but surely you don't think that about me) who complained about how they were any of the following: hot, hungry, tired, thirsty.
  • A Thunderdome-style battle of wills between the boys when both returned to the patch pulling wagons to cart our goods, despite the very clearly marked rule that there could be just one cart per group. In this case, my six year old was straight up Mad Max.
  • The moment just before this picture was taken when I glanced behind me, noticed the vast treeline behind the pumpkin patch, and considered making my escape while no one was looking. The only thing that stopped me is the fact that I am a straight-up suburban girl, and I figured my escape would require at least two, maybe three, days of hiding deep in the bowels of the timber before authorities gave up the search.
  • Me being just a bit pissed at the unexpressed thought that the authorities would probably search for me longer than my family.
  • A lot of pictures of the boys that are no good because their faces are squished up "from the sun burning out our eyes! Wah! Wah! Wah!"
  • A less-than-idle-sounding threat someone (I'm not saying who) made that involved shoving a gourd somewhere in another person's body where gourds shouldn't typically go.
  • Entirely too much talking about goat poop.
  • Tool Man wondering where the $2/person fee for the corn maze went in the grand scheme of things. Yes. The man is squeaky.
  • Me rethinking my previous escape idea when the boys entered the corn maze, and I eyeballed our car parked nearby and how I could be halfway home before they emerged from the field.
  • An argument over some apples. Well, it wasn't really an argument so much as it was an annoying, unnecessary discussion, and for the briefest moment, I thought it was a pity that Adam hadn't been stronger in the face of Eve's temptations with that damn piece of fruit.

There was so much more, of course, but, as would typically be the case if you were sitting in the doctor's waiting room (assuming your parents loved you and took you to the doctor, remember?!), the nurse would poke her head out and call you back to the exam room, leaving you only halfway through your search for differences in the Highlights picture (and there were always one or two finds that would stump you!). Consider me your nurse.

Here's what's right about that photo: Those two boys pictured in it? Yeah, they are pretty awesome, and our day together, with all it's little faults, was fantastic. This makes me feel peaceful and lucky.

Even if, from time to time, horns emerge from their craniums.



Blogger Laggin said...

Hmm. I wonder if I can find a corn maze in which to ditch the chickadees.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 8:46:00 AM  
Blogger Gina said...

i absolutely LOVED highlights when i was little!! im only 24 so it def doesn't make you old to remember that

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 8:57:00 AM  
Blogger MereCat said...

Yes I do remember Highlights. And they were at the doctor's office, so yes, I suppose I was loved. But relating to this shows that I'm old indeed.

I wish I could find a corn maze or an apple orchard. All we have here is drought, horrible traffic, and daily theft. Sounds like you guys had a really fun day. I'm jealous!

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 8:57:00 AM  
Blogger Pipper said...

Wonderful post. Captures motherhood perfectly.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 8:59:00 AM  
Blogger Madame Queen said...

What I want to know is, with kids, how does poop seem to find its way into EVERY conversation?!

And the other question that I have is, which one is Goofus and which one is Gallant?

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 9:04:00 AM  
Blogger Shonda Little said...

Isn't it awesome how a photo can make our kids look like totally mainstream angels rather than the offspring of twister, pervish women? I mean, since you and I are kinda kindred spirits through our deep love of all boner/stiffy/woody jokes, so I know your boys are experiencing the same unique childhood mine are -- one where their momma can out cuss the filthiest of teenage boys.
And my boys are only 2 and 3.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 9:26:00 AM  
Blogger ~Deb said...

Wow. You just brought me back somewhat years with the Highlights reference. I just remember waiting in the doctor's office trying to figure out the 'missing' part of the picture, and the ones where you had to find the little pictures within the pictures---remember that?

But this photo of your boys IS precious, even with the chaos behind the scenes. That's too funny.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 9:30:00 AM  
Blogger Chuck said...

Ah, family fun days....you gotta love em. I also used to read the Highlights when I was a kid. My grandmother always got me a subscription as a gift. Now my mom does it for my son. They are most informative. Much like your blog!

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 9:38:00 AM  
Blogger Heather said...

Oh I so loved Highlights! Although I thought the whole Gallant and Goofyass thing was stupid...

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 9:42:00 AM  
Blogger Desmond Jones said...

See, I was always more drawn to the 'find the hidden stuff in the picture' bit, when my monthly Highlights arrived in the mail.

And oh yes, mine arrived in the mail. Didn't have to bogart the copy in the doctor's office. My parents loved me. . .

And I promise you, I have had the exact same thought as I watched my kids disappear into the corn maze. . . Or maybe, I wonder if there's some hick-town honky-tonk bar nearby where I could grab a couple brews while the kids un-lose themselves. . .

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 9:50:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ah, family time. Gotta love it.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 9:52:00 AM  
Blogger Heather said...

Wow, that photo is fantastic.

Highlights was the best reason to go to the dentist as a kid.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 10:27:00 AM  
Blogger justlori2day said...

Im thinking that my family would run the moment they noticed I was missing. And I am pretty sure they wouldnt alert the authorities for several days, and then even more sure that they would come up with some lame story how I was actually with them up until I went to the store to buy something I didnt need and they didnt want.

Yep, pretty sure I could make a clean break and not worry about who would miss me. Pretty sure they would even hold a going away, or gone away, party in my memory.

Ain't family grand?

Oh wait, your story had a happy ending....

eh hem...

I am so glad you had a wonderful time at the Corn Maze, squeaky, hungry, hot and tired and all!

Those moments are so wonderful!


Wednesday, October 01, 2008 10:32:00 AM  
Blogger Eternal Sunshine said...

Love Highlights... Reminds me of the Doctor's office.

Still have an ongoing discussion (argument) with Budman because he claims Highlights is a religious publication. (Not that it matters one way or another, Just like to be right - actually, just like for HIM to know that I'm right...)

At least you have the perfect picture - you can make up whatever story you want to accompany it...

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 10:38:00 AM  
Blogger FTN said...

If you would have tried to escape through the forest, you would have had to deal with the flame spurt and the lightning sand. Probably wouldn't have to worry about the R.O.U.S.'s, though. I don't think they exist.

Oh, and I don't think it was an apple that Eve ate. I'm pretty sure it was a pomegranate. Then they got all sexual with them in "Song of Songs."

After reading Highlights in the doctor's waiting room, I'd always go back to the same issue of Archie comics that I had read every visit for 10 years.

It was a great issue, though.

Kids, wife, and I went to the park and some trails on Sunday. My daughter complained most of the time, but the rest of us were just fine. You can have her. She'd fit right in with your family, evidently.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 10:42:00 AM  
Blogger AirmanMom said...

So funny you mentioned "Highlights"...I asked my daughter the other day if my 2 grandgirls are ready for their subscription yet (they are 2 and 1)
Hooray! I am placing the order!

As for your picture-perfect! Truly, I miss those days.
Enjoy these moments...once you blink they are only a memory!

~AirmanMom returning to her blog...

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 10:44:00 AM  
Blogger DCD said...

I too leaned more towards the "Hidden Objects" scene in Highlights. It always totally annoyed me when someone would have circled them all. Hello? You just ruined it for every other kid.

I like those idyllic shots as well. No one has to know the truth!

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 11:13:00 AM  
Blogger Brian o vretanos said...

I don't think they've had anything that interesting in doctor's surgeries here. It would be more like "what's wrong with this knitting pattern", I expect...

The best way to escape would have been to hitch a lift in the back of a trailer full of hay (or goat poo, or whatever), and then to get a job at nearby farm disguised as an agricultural type (you'd probably look dishevelled enough after your ride in the trailer, though the odd fake wart wouldn't go amiss).

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 11:16:00 AM  
Blogger Cocotte said...

I couldn't believe it when I saw your picture - we did the exact same thing yesterday. Only why was I the one pulling the wagon with 40 pounds of pumpkins & apples?

I won't bore you with my kid's complaints. Suffice it to say there were plenty.

My friend and I both got Highlights, but we basically enjoyed it for how much fun we could make of its lame cartoons. Remember "Timbertoes" and "Goofus and Gallant?" That was old fashioned in the 1960's, for heaven's sake!

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 11:27:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

There's nothing like "family time" to make one want to run into the woods and live off the wild.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 11:41:00 AM  
Blogger Backpacking Dad said...

It's not weird that I have a subscription to "Highlights" and just sit around all day doing the 'what's wrong?' puzzle is it?

If that's weird then I won't tell you about it.

I'm awesome at those puzzles though.

Also, if you're going to have a rapping name just be careful you don't do a drive by.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 12:41:00 PM  
Blogger Mandy said...

I'm old there with you sister.

I totally remember Highlights and reading through them at the doctor or dentist offices. Heaven forbid you had to go in frequently b/c then you'd know the answers already.

Great weekend description though. Glad it was (big picture) okay, even with the few complaints.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 12:50:00 PM  
Blogger jenboglass said...

I'm rolling with laughter over here! Love the cubicle comment! You kill me every time. I squee whenever I see you've posted.

BTW: I'm so down with us getting hitched. I think we can stick it out until the election is over, then we agree to walk away and always fondly remember the fall.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 2:11:00 PM  
Blogger Jennybean said...

Yay Highlights!
Yay Family fun!
Yay goat poop!

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 3:09:00 PM  
Blogger Prefers Her Fantasy Life said...

I could never escape to the woods because they're simply too far from the pubs.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 4:25:00 PM  
Blogger Tuesday Girl said...

God, I loved highlights.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 5:27:00 PM  
Blogger The Savage said...

Gallant Rules!!!!

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 5:38:00 PM  
Anonymous Sammanthia said...

Sniff. I read this was a mixture of sad and jealous... we haven't gone apple picking since we moved here and I miss it. It was always one of those days when we went that sometimes I could hardly wait to get home and wondered if it were possible to get kicked out of an orchard, but when we left and got home and I put them to bed for the night, I would look at all the pictures I had taken and think what a great time we had.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 5:57:00 PM  
Blogger Zip n Tizzy said...

One of the many reasons it helps to have a selective memory!

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 6:11:00 PM  
Blogger kimmyk said...

yeah for family time!!!

your boys are adorable...

i love family time. i think family time should be at least two sunday's a month. i need a break the other two.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 8:16:00 PM  
Blogger Heinous said...

Great post. That's why pictures don't have sound.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 9:27:00 PM  
Blogger Always Home and Uncool said...

The little bastards always throw you a curve now and then to keep you off guard.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 10:12:00 PM  
Blogger Bee said...

We still have Highlights at the docs office where I work. I should go check their expiration date !

Thursday, October 02, 2008 1:29:00 AM  
Blogger PAPATV said...

We used to get in our Radio Flyers and use the handle to steer as someone pushed us down a big hill. The hill was a paved street which is much more abrasive to the skin than green fluffy grass. Aside from my nostalgia, this is a beautiful picture. Paintinglike.

Thursday, October 02, 2008 1:56:00 AM  
Blogger Ali said...

love love loved Highlights. holy crap, did i love that magazine.

huh...that's pretty much how our family time goes too...some horns-out-of-craniums...but in the end, kinda awesome ;)

Thursday, October 02, 2008 8:27:00 AM  
Blogger Chat Blanc said...

I can't even see their horns in that picture! ;)

Thursday, October 02, 2008 9:12:00 AM  
Blogger motherbumper said...

I would have made a break for the tree line - you could have survived for a few days (you've made it this far in parenting, consider it practice for wilderness survival).

Thursday, October 02, 2008 9:40:00 AM  
Blogger Chris Wood said...

I suggest you watch the first Rambo movie a few times before next considering a break for freedom!

Thursday, October 02, 2008 10:00:00 AM  
Blogger Chas said...

We're taking the kiddos to the pumpkin farm next week. Fortunately for us, my youngest is way too young to argue with the oldest about hot commodities such as the pumpkin wagons. Unfortunately, the married couple we will be going with will take care of it. They're always arguing.

We endure it every year because 1. It's a tradition, and 2. Fall days with the kiddos at the pumpkin farm make me feel warm and toasty inside.

So worth the pain in the butt factor.

Thursday, October 02, 2008 2:28:00 PM  
Blogger The Stiletto Mom said...

Ah, the pumpkin patch. The last time we went my son almost got into a throw down over a pumpkin...sure there were a gazillion there but this one was the most perfect of all pumpkins. While he was doing that, my daughter was crawling on top of a bale of hay that had barbed wire on it that the owners had thoughtfully left out for the younger crowd to impale themselves upon. Had I not been sneezing to the point of passing out, I would have made a run for it. And I don't think having to suvive in the woods for several days is really a bad option during those moments. Very very cute pic...and we get Highlights here, but it's just not the same as reading it it the doctors office with the rubbing alcohol smell, is it?

Thursday, October 02, 2008 4:19:00 PM  
Blogger jenboglass said...

So I just stopped by to tell you that whenever I see FADKOG on twitter I kind of giggle. Not only are you hilarious, but FADKOG sounds like you would be one of those three super villains on Superman II. Remember, "Kneel before Zod?" I think you would be like the chick in the leather, but better looking and with a much better name...FADKOG!

Thursday, October 02, 2008 7:15:00 PM  
Anonymous Sherendipity said...

what would a trip to the orchard be without a few rotten apples? ;)

Thursday, October 02, 2008 8:57:00 PM  
Blogger Chag said...

I have come to the realization that the more entertaining I think a planned trip with the kids will be, the more they will whine and hate it. I think kids just want to sit in dirt and play.

My kids get Highlights magazine now. It's a gift from Grandma.

Thursday, October 02, 2008 9:36:00 PM  
Anonymous Kelley said...


"Me being just a bit pissed at the unexpressed thought that the authorities would probably search for me longer than my family."

Bwaaaaaaaahaaaaaahaaaaaaaa! And *sob* cause it is true. Well at least until they ran out of socks.

Friday, October 03, 2008 7:11:00 AM  
Blogger Carolyn...Online said...

Here's what I learned from the phote: I NEED GLASSES. I can't read the words on the page. The font is hurting me. I am going to a drug store pronto and buying some granny specs so I can read this. Ugh.

Friday, October 03, 2008 9:13:00 AM  
Blogger Biscuit said...

You know, I'm so damned tired that I can't think straight, but I smiled the whole way through this because it so fantastically captures what it really means to be a mom.

Friday, October 03, 2008 11:34:00 AM  
Blogger Andrea with the Flipflops said...

Wow all families are alike!

Friday, October 03, 2008 12:37:00 PM  
Blogger Stacie said...

I loved highlights. My favorite was the rebus' I'd search till I found those, in case the dentist called me in before I'd gotten to it, then if there was time I'd read the rest of the mag, including the "whats wrong with this picture"

Friday, October 03, 2008 8:16:00 PM  
Blogger Alice said...

Yo babe.

Stopped in to check you out in my ample free time and loved your vibe story. I cried. With laughter. And now I'm intensely curious. Maybe I'll go shoplifting tomorrow. ; )

Saturday, October 04, 2008 9:02:00 PM  
Blogger for a different kind of girl said...

laggin - If not, then depending on where you live, corn fields are free and it's a lot harder for them to find their way out!

Gina - Yeah! I'm not old (even if I am feasibly old enough to be your mother had I perhaps gotten busy on prom night!)

merecat - rumor has it we're not, in fact, old! Yeah! It sounds like you're living in a post-apocolyptic society, and for that, I'm sorry! We're all corn mazes and apple orchards here! ;)

pipper - Thank you, dear :)

Madame Queen - Poop talk is an unspoken condition. Kinda like Fight Club rules. Goofus is a rule-breaker. I'm not sure he's cut out for Fight Club. Gallant is pure and honest and the voice of reason. I am the female Gallant!

shonda - Heh...um, so spot on!!

deb - Glad to see you back. The picture makes me smile. It really is very much "my boys," and will be framed very soon.

Chuck - I almost got a subscription to it for my youngest son, but he informed me he preferred a wrestling magazine. Apparently he's above looking at silly pictures!

Heather - I always got called back for the doctor before I could put too much thought into G & G.

Des - My parents loved me enough to take me to the doctor routinely, but apparently not quite enough to get me my own Highlights subscription. No wonder I'm a bit screwed up these days!

Meg - Or endure it. One or the other. ;)

Heather - Thank you! It was truly a fluke photo that turned out the best of any taken that day.

lori - I live with kids who ask me routinely when I'm leaving, so I could survive at least a week in the timbers near the orchard, sneaking out night to steal apples. It was when I got hungry enough to want to kill a chicken that I'd have to make my triumphant return to society, must to the kids' dismay!

Eternal Sunshine - I've just recently looked at the modern Highlights and it's vastly different than what I remember, but I'm not sure it carries a religious tone.

ftn - Mmmmm...nicely done with the Princess Bride references! I took a Facebook quiz about what 80s movie I was. I am The Princess Bride. I don't get it either. If you were my Facebook friend, you could take the quiz and we could compare findings. Huh. How fun would that be?! Also, if your daughter is a talker, I need someone to bounce my mind chatter off of. Send her my way, but don't try moving away and not leaving a forwarding address.

airmanmom - Those moments are going by far too fast as they are now!

dcd - Gah! I hated when the puzzles were already done! Made me crazy. Still bothers me today when I do puzzles and find them half-started. I like the challenge to start from the beginning!

brian - I called a rooster a hen last weekend at the orchard. I'm not so sure that masquerading as a rural sort would be a lengthy cover for me!

cocotte - It was so old fashioned back in our day. They've really modernized it for today's kids. Kids who will probably complain about it in the future! :)

blissfullycaffeinated - It's amazing I want to run off into the wild when I feel like I live in an untamed world with this crew of mine!

bp dad - We watched a movie. Yeah. It was something like but not necessarily Schindler's List. We watched it and we wept.

Mandy - Wouldn't be a good weekend at my house without a few complaints!

jenboglass - My goal in our blissful, short-term pre-election union is to always make you squee! Heh!

jennybean - Sometimes not even in that order!

Meg - And bugs. Lots and lots of bugs. And no beds. Lots of downfalls to the outdoors if you ask me.

Tuesday girl - They are a fantastic time killer and moral instructor.

Savage - Word. ;)

sammanthia - The only reason I couldn't escape when the boys were in the corn maze was because I was standing there chatting with a dude I learned owned the place. He blew my cover. Then he refused to take my boys as hired help.

zip n tizzy - The older mine get, the more selective the memory is becoming, too.

kimmy - I am down with your rules for family time. I'll do whatever is necessary to help you to get this rule passed!

heinous - Ha! Precisely!

always home and uncool - It sucks that they can be so damn cute and adorable! The mindgames they play with the "Oh, I love you SO MUCH," thing, too! Gah! Talk about overboard!

bee - If they are more than 10 years old, do the world a favor and recycle them!

papatv - Your childhood memory reminds me of an adult memory within which I slid down snowy hills (also called "paved alleys") into busy intersections. Ah, bliss.

ali - Truth be told, I sometimes sport a rather awesome pair of horns. ;)

chat blanc - The beauty in the manufacturing is how retractable the horns are!

motherbumper - Holy Obi Won Kenobie! I could have used your logic and started a whole new life!!

Chris - Watching those Rambo movies would be my husband's idea of a perfect date. I'll check Spike TV to see when those bastards are on again (like they always seem to be!)

Chas - I hope your excursion goes off somewhat seamlessly. I think half my kids' problem is the insane amount of fresh air filtering through their bodies!

the stiletto mom - I can barely handle living in a house when the power is out for an hour. Wilderness would have me calling it her bitch in a matter of minutes!

jenboglass - Ha! I like to think the word FADKOG is one someone mutters as they shake their fists skyward prior to proclaiming their revenge upon me! Or it's the name for a nasty upper respiratory infection.

sherendipity - Ha! Precisely!

Chag - Precisely again. However, your trip to the animal farm was out of my mind with laughter perfect, so it was worth the anquish your kids went through. :)

kelley - Based upon the tremendous lack of socks I seem to have in the laundry each week for my kids, they can apparently live without me forever!

carolyn - The point size is a wee bit too wee!

biscuit - It's a job that is both exhausting and perfect on even its worst days.

andrea - Ha! I need to remember that when I am sighing at all the perfect families I see out there in the world!

stacie - When I was a kid, the dentist I saw gave us candy after each visit, thus ensuring my rapid return for both a visit AND to catch up where I left off in the Highlights!

Alice - Delighted to see you pop in from under all your homework grading! Do be sure to check the box prior to any shoplifting!

Saturday, October 04, 2008 9:15:00 PM  
Blogger For Myself said...

You experienced the highly commom, little talked about, IMPULSE TO FLEE. It's a strong force to be reckoned with! It appears most noticeably when the family is caught in traps such as corn mazes. Very common. No known cure as of yet.

Sunday, October 05, 2008 9:29:00 AM  
Blogger San Diego Momma said...

I like your "story behind the picture" commentary. I know entirely too many moms who would let you believe everything was as perfect as the picture suggests.
(And oh my gosh, I met this freaky agro mom at my daughter's preschool the other day who reminded me of Annette Bening's character in American Beauty...and she had the perfectly coiffed children in Gymboree dresses, and was involved with the school, and volunteered and I think she cries herself to sleep at night.) (I do, too, but it's not like I ever attempt perfection, so...)
(Off the subject who?)

p.s. I loved Highlights. Esp. Goofus and Gallant.

Sunday, October 05, 2008 10:09:00 AM  
Blogger April said...

Aaahhh Family Time. We used to drive an hour to a pumpkin patch to buy the most expensive pumpkin ever. We'd spend the day eating junk and standing in line for the hay ride and convincing the kids to smile and pretend to have fun for the pictures. And the biggest whiner of them all? My husband. The land has now been sold and the pumpkins have now been replaced by ugly, cookie cutter houses. And if we ever drive by, my husband proclaims it as the most beautiful housing development ever. And now we buy our pumpkins at the grocery store. They are cheaper. But no hay rides. Sigh.

Sunday, October 05, 2008 12:23:00 PM  
Blogger jenboglass said...

I just stopped by to say that I'm sad you haven't posted in a few days. Sniff, sniff.

Sunday, October 05, 2008 5:44:00 PM  
Blogger for a different kind of girl said...

for myself - I experience this symptom enough to be willing to volunteer myself for any study trials.

san diego momma - I'm pretty sucky at the whole pretend thing, and there's always some bickering, no matter how wonderful. Just less tiring to roll with it, isn't it? :)

April - I told my husband that we should return to that patch in a few weeks to pick up pumpkins for carving as Halloween got closer. When I was done saying that, my husband just looked at me and rolled his eyes, so I imagine the carving pumpkins will definitely be coming from the grocery store across the street!

jenboglass - You're the sweetest thing! Jen! Guess what!! Look up!!

Monday, October 06, 2008 12:06:00 AM  
Blogger Bogart in P Towne said...

There is never, EVER enough talking about poop. It is a discussion that can go on forever...and farting...and burping. Until you find sex...then that is all you should ever talk about.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008 8:04:00 AM  
Blogger Nicole Feliciano said...

We did the apple picking thing this weekend too. Are you ready for this...the farm charged $30 per bag. Did we fill it to the brim? You bet. Will we consume everyone of these pricey nibbles. You bet.

Mostly we had smiles on our journey thru the orchard. But my husband was way too focused on the crackberry.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008 7:27:00 PM  

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