Welp, last day at the Vincent's. How to celebrate? Why, a dance solo in the kitchen of course! I wish you were all here to dance with me in the kitchen that I will never have to clean again. Here are some highlights... [there were a lot of punch-dance moves]: Here's the song I did… Continue reading dancin’ with myself.
The one, and only, downside about leaving the Vincents is that my post are about to get more boring. These people are char-ac-ters. Here are a couple slices from normal interactions with the kids: Hazel wanted to make the cupcakes from the mix that I bought and haven't made yet. "Sure," I told her. Since… Continue reading healthy cupcakes and rabies in yo mouth.
Here is the final installment of a series I like to call, "Dad's Postcards"... Not clever? Right... okay. Well, even though I can't think of a more fitting hilarious title for "Dad's Postcards", his last addition is no let down: It is addressed to "Her Tallness Rachel Stevens" and reads.... ahhhemmhemmhemm.... "Hay BluRay, They asked… Continue reading too much of a temptation.
This weekend turned my already upside down Australian world, upside down. [right side up??] Either way, I'm happier than I've been yet here in Australia... or at least I will be... Friday. If you hadn't noticed, the Vincents aren't my favorite people to work for. In a fit of inward rage after an incident to… Continue reading it’s just going to take a while.
dear reader, like it? is it too much? LOVE, r.
I know that I've already posted today, but my amazing parents have turned my day around and I must share... With a raging headache [that started at about 7:35am], I opened my email at about 1:30pm to find a precious email from my mother that reads: "Dearest Rachel, After reading your blogs and becoming more… Continue reading scooby doo and pecker rock.
It was too good to be true... A peaceful morning. The kids were ready ten minutes early and I even got Craig to brush his hair with the dog's brush without him even noticing... [these kinds of small victories keep me going]. The problem started with the fact that Marc [the father] drove the car… Continue reading the missing keys crisis of 2009.
Apparently, the postcard my father sent me [see post below] is one in a series. This is the best news I've had ever. I hope you think that my dad is as amazing/hilarious as I do... because all of these postcards will be going on this blog. It is addressed to "Ms. Dazzling Rokee Stevens"… Continue reading i think he stole a riff from me.
For those of you who know my father, this should be entertaining... For those of you who don't, I think this is a great introduction to Jim Geier Stevens... Today, in the mail, I received this postcard from the aforementioned character: It is addressed to "The Divine Rachel Stevens" and reads... ahhhemmhemmhemm... "2.9.9 Hey Rae,… Continue reading so they were here first.
B = Barbara, the mother. M = Marc, the father. H = Hazel, the 14 year old daughter. C = Craig, the 13 year old son. [normal sunday night.] B: Well, all the chocolate sauce is gone! It's only been a week! It's all gone! [This is where I start asking myself WHY exactly I… Continue reading the chocolate sauce crisis of 2009.
Friday morning, I sat in my favorite coffee shop, which happens to be a florist as well. With Valentine's being the next day, the place was FILLED with flowers! It was crazy/beautiful. And it was just about the sweetest thing to see people coming in to buy bouquets. I left the coffee shop smiling real… Continue reading oh, for crying out loud.
Instead of a normal blog post, I will list many mini posts that could easily be their own post. I will also put them in alphabetical list for easy referencing. a] Today Craig got to stay home today from Water Carnival because he "wouldn't enjoy it"..... Later in the day, I took the kids to… Continue reading oh in reference to “e]” of rachel’s blog, i TOTALLY agree.
[this morning... it's a beautiful, rainy day.] Barbara enters the wash room and immediately panics. - Oh, Rachel! No, you can't run the dryer when we're all about to leave! You can't have it running when no one is here! I don't trust the dryer! I don't trust it, you know! - [under my breath]… Continue reading those sneaky, evil dryers.
Well, creative people have, yet again, produced something that makes it easy for us to get involved. The Red Hot Organisation is dedicated to supporting the fight against HIV and AIDS through pop culture. Damn straight! Do what you love to do and support what you're passionate about... no compromise. These guys have become super… Continue reading you are the blood.
Oh man. I promise I won't turn this blog into a youtube-only site... but I have to show this video for a few reasons: a] for Momma... because I know she loves Ellen. b] the mention of Austin, Texas. c] I want this Gladys woman to be my new best friend. d] it is absolutely… Continue reading i love jesus but i drink a little.
[two guys walking behind me as i head to my car.] Guy1: So, who are you taking to the party? Guy2: Shelley... she's a triplet. Guy1: One of three girls?? Guy2: Yeah, and I got the last one. ....... [i really hope they were talking about puppies.]
I don't want to distract you from continuing to view my previous post [over and over], but I must inform you about my morning. I woke up after snoozing once [which was actually very upsetting because I'm currently trying to start "no-snooze" wake-ups]. Anywho, I put on some decent nanny pajamas and head to the… Continue reading why did you lock the door??
i was crying from laughter watching this: [oh man, i just watched it again and fell on the floor laughing... tears running down my cheeks... this really might be the funniest video ever.]
Tonight I went and saw Milk in an amazing, old theater in the Newtown part of the city [a very trendy spot]. The cinema sold beer and wine and ice cream cones. I sat as the theater went dark, with both hands holding my ice cream cone and my IPA in the cup holder beside… Continue reading [it’s science].
This afternoon, I picked Craig up from school and headed towards home. Hazel decided to take the train home... something about socializing... Craig wants nothing to do with that kind of stuff. Anywho, Craig was pretty pooped from his big Monday school day. Not even my rendition of "What's Love Got to Do With It"… Continue reading “AAAHHHHHHH!!”
wull hay. 