Proof that the U.S. economy is hurting:
On the way to dinner tonight, I passed a hot little red Mercedes with a pizza delivery sign on top of it.
And at a time when diesel is more expensive than unleaded.
Things ARE tough all over.
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Proof that the U.S. economy is hurting:
On the way to dinner tonight, I passed a hot little red Mercedes with a pizza delivery sign on top of it.
And at a time when diesel is more expensive than unleaded.
Things ARE tough all over.
My Aunt Patty loves to tell adorable little anecdotes about my childhood. She and I have that in common. Here goes.
When I was three years old, I approached my mother and my aunt with what I certainly thought was some information they couldn’t live another day without knowing.
“Buell is naughty,” I said definitively.
“Wwwhat?” they replied, laughing. [Because it’s always a good idea to laugh at a three-year-old who is trying to share something with you that is earth-shattering to her. Builds character and all.]
I repeated, “Buell is naughty.”
A couple of weeks ago, I received an e-mail from a reporter for our local newspaper, the Tulsa World. She said she had come across my blog* and had been reading it and thought it was very funny. She asked if it would be possible to interview me for an upcoming article she was putting together about birth order.
Of course I said yes and we scheduled the interview for a couple of days later.
The reporter asked lots of really intelligent questions about my background, my husband, and our children. For the most part, her questions were aimed at proving or dispelling stereotypes of first-borns, middle children, the youngest in the family, and so on. And all nervousness aside, I enjoyed our chat.
The piece ran in today’s paper. Rob was the only one who knew I did the interview, as I wanted to surprise some other family members. I let them read the article and stumble across the references to me and my family. It was awesome.

More than moody? Check.
A bit unstable? Check.
Annoyed that the procurator of this highly scientific test cannot distinguish between E-ffecting and A-ffecting? Big fat check.
For the record, all this time I’ve been telling Rob I’m only just a bit unstable so I am fairly relieved that I now have ACTUAL PROOF THAT I AM RIGHT.
Still, I am left to wonder what the other 32% of me is.
Oh that’s right. Sugar and spice and everything nice.
Shut up.
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This entry originally published on jennyology.net on November 2, 2006.
Retested (with exact same result) and manually re-mastered on May 13, 2008.

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