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.
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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.