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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.
Apparently, the postcard my father sent me [see post below] is one in a series. This is the best news I’ve had ever. I hope you think that my dad is as amazing/hilarious as I do… because all of these postcards will be going on this blog. It is addressed to “Ms. Dazzling Rokee Stevens” … Continue reading i think he stole a riff from me.
For those of you who know my father, this should be entertaining… For those of you who don’t, I think this is a great introduction to Jim Geier Stevens… Today, in the mail, I received this postcard from the aforementioned character: It is addressed to “The Divine Rachel Stevens” and reads… ahhhemmhemmhemm… “2.9.9 Hey Rae, … Continue reading so they were here first.
B = Barbara, the mother. M = Marc, the father. H = Hazel, the 14 year old daughter. C = Craig, the 13 year old son. [normal sunday night.] B: Well, all the chocolate sauce is gone! It’s only been a week! It’s all gone! [This is where I start asking myself WHY exactly I … Continue reading the chocolate sauce crisis of 2009.
Friday morning, I sat in my favorite coffee shop, which happens to be a florist as well. With Valentine’s being the next day, the place was FILLED with flowers! It was crazy/beautiful. And it was just about the sweetest thing to see people coming in to buy bouquets. I left the coffee shop smiling real … Continue reading oh, for crying out loud.