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I don’t think it’s just her radiator block.

24 Apr

My dear friends, you may have noticed our serious slow-down in blogging in the last few weeks.  Please excuse us, life is really crazy.

I mean, really, really crazy, and not in that “Wow, look how many things are on our schedule” way.    It’s more of the, “Goodness, we have lots of children and they expect us to feed them, and provide clothing that doesn’t expose unnecessary bits of ankle or knee, and to go to our jobs so that we can earn money so as to put a roof over their heads and wheels under their feet” kind of busy.

You know, the kind that you totally get because you live it, too.  The kind that makes you step back every once in a while and say, “Hey, something’s gotta give, and it isn’t going to be our family.”

Yup, those are our lives, and we know you can relate, so we won’t spend copious amounts of time apologizing for it, but posting here might be somewhat less than regular, regardless of how many squished Fiber One bars we eat out of the bottom of our purses.

We just thought you should know.

And also, I wanted a good excuse to post this e-mail that Stacy just sent me.  I’m doing this not only for the entertainment factor, but also as a Public Service Announcement.  If I were you, I would heed the subject line:


To:  Chistina, Mom, Dad
From:  Stacy
Subject:  Don’t call me . . .

….because I MAY bite your head off. (Kindly disregard dangling prepositions today)
Das Auto ist kaputt.
Der Radiator Block ist cracked.
Die Brakes are blown.
Das Wheel Base ist OuttaWack.
Der Problems ser viele.