Friday, September 29, 2006


The oldest  kid just came through the kitchen, to state that he was craving curried chicken.

He was fairly unperturbed when I said we didn't have any.

Do we have any meat? How about bologna?



He would make curried bologna?!


I shudder, even as I laugh out loud.


As I was trying to put that conversation into words, a series of resounding crashes brought me up short.

Brother The Elder was giving Brother The Younger a playful poke in the stomach which caused Brother The Younger to do a backward pelvic thrust... into the kitchen bookshelf... knocking down a picture and a candelabra... he was lucky the plant didn't fall on his head causing grievous cranial harm...

Now that my heart has started beating again... 


  1. It's comforting to know we did impact those young lives.


  2. as your title says "Un-be-freakin-lievable"your spaz leavle is way over its normel rate

  3. In the same lines as curried bologna....a couple of weeks ago my husband made sausage fried rice...he called it his Mennonite-Chinese food. Haha