The food inspector

As a child I never really liked to eat out. It was nothing personal, I just didn't like the idea of other people preparing my food, or heaven forbid touching my food. Gross.  I always wanted to know what was going into my food so eating out totally grossed me out.  Flash forward to the present day and I find myself married to the food inspector. God really does have a sense of humor!

Chester's competition

So I visited a friend recently and realized that Chester totally has some competition.  I know shocking right!?  All this time, I falsely believed that Chester was coasting in the lead by miles (or pounds of food) over the competition, and in that moment I realized I was WRONG. Seriously, her freezer was so full that it made Chester look slim, and empty, and barren. Of course, you realize, this is no small task because Chester looks just like this.

Out-of-control

Yes we are still alive and yes so is Chester, but I swear these appliances are trying to push me over the edge!  They are trying to sabotage my good parenting and wifing skills one catastrophe at a time!

Yesteryear

Had to lighten things up a bit after yesterday's post!  So here you go a light and fun read to start your Wacky Wednesday!

When we were kids, I made my younger brother and sister Licenses to Be Like Vern-They were so Freakin Cool--fashioned after the Pepsi License to Chill Cards: historical information for those youngsters out there...License to Chills went viral before viral meant anything other than some type of unfortunate infection. They were pretty popular back in the day and basically were given to Pepsi drinkers as some ploy to build brand loyalty.  I have no idea how successful the campaign was and to be completely honest, I always preferred Coke. However, back in the olden days these Licenses to Chill were pretty COOL.

 Sample License To Chill

Truth, or dare

This is long past due; I have been working on it since shortly after I returned from Haiti.  I have been like an artist, working slowly to get it just right.  Well it is not perfect and never will be, but it is honest, raw and hopefully somewhat encapsulates my thoughts about life post Haiti. Enjoy!

The exorcist

Our Ice Maker, Ivy, is possessed.  I wish I was kidding, but the evidence is just too strong to ignore the symptoms any longer.  There are unexplainable noises.  And unexplainable messes.  Oh the horror.  I actually wonder if there is someone being held against their will inside Ivy, but that seems unlikely, but still the sounds lead me to believe it is true!

We have an exorcism planned later this week.  There are priests involved.  There are hymns rehearsed.  That is all.

A message in a bottle, from Ivy herself!

PS Stay safe my friends. This is a dangerous, dangerous world we live in and now we have to worry about our appliances breathing violence into it as well.



Vern Out

Waffle Pizza...What!??

Wondering what to make for dinner?  Thinking of ordering a pizza or serving the family breakfast for supper?