Trinkets of Thought

Life with the Littles-A lifestyle blog of living with five littles.

tid6its from my life…

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Thanks for the tag in the six random fact game!  Here’s what I came up with…

  1. I once fastened a clothespin to my uvula because my mom dared me $5.  Don’t try it.  It hurts.
  2. In 2nd grade, I memorized over 2,000 lines of poetry to win a stuffed dodo bird.
  3. In junior high or early high school (with my mom’s help), we t’ped/toilet-papered/wrapped (it’s called something different in all parts of the country) a guy’s house and left an apology note with an offer to help clean up the mess… written as if the pastor of my church did the t’ping.
  4. I could eat guacamole for every meal for the rest of my life (if I could only afford it and keep my figure….wait, what figure?!?!?!?)
  5. Two random lifelong dreams of mine is to #1 ride on a hot air balloon, and #2 be on a game show.
  6. After fighting with my brother when we were kids, we were forced to say something nice about the other person.  I very quickly told Ross, “Although I don’t act like it, I really do love you.”  It was Ross’s turn.  He thought…and he thought…and he thought…and he thought…and he thought…and he thought….and he thought… then said, “Well………. You keep yourself clean?”  Tears & another fight ensued.  I’m still bitter.

Rules:
1. Link to the person who ‘tagged’ you!
2. Post the rules on your blog!
3. List 6 random facts about yourself!
4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post!
5. Let each person know they have been tagged by commenting on their blog!
6. Let the tagger know the entry is posted on your blog!

I tag Marcella, Jennifer, Michelle, Laura,Theresa, Faith, Charity, & Erin-if you’ve already done this, DISREGARD.  And for anyone else, feel free to join in the fun!  You know you want to.

A Sign of the Times?

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I try to give blood regularly.  For those of you who have never given blood, you are asked a ton of questions to ensure that your blood is safe to give before donating. While in the hot seat, the nurse also takes your temperature, checks your iron level, tests your blood pressure, etc.  In addition to the evasive questions and various pokes and proddings, the nurse also asks fairly normal questions.  It was a fairly normal question that actually made me pause and laugh yesterday.  Went something like this.

Lady:  Name?
Me:  Maren
Lady:  Social?
Me:  ###-##-####
Lady: Height?
Maren: 5’10”
Lady: Weight?
Maren: 165 lbs.
Lady: Gender?
Maren: Excuse me?
Lady: Gender?
Maren: (Laughing) Seriously?  Female.
Lady: We are required to ask that now.

She asked a few more questions, but it took me a while to regain my thoughts and answer the other questions normally.  My sarcastic bug kicked in and for a split second I had the urge to make the interrogation into a joke.  I fought the urge and answered correctly so that a needy person could use my blood. 

It’s kind of sad that we live in a society where gender can’t be assumed. Everyone is sue happy.  And EVERYONE ELSE is afraid they will be sued for assuming something that SHOULD be simple. And as a result I have to declare my gender when donating blood.  I think I’m going to go slather on some more makeup.  For some strange reason, I feel mannish.

Dreamin’ of a Blunder-Free Life…

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So, let’s start out with a couple of Maren’s blunders as of late..

A couple Sundays ago, we had made plans to go to my friend’s house for lunch.  I was responsible for making 2 hot side dishes.  Now, I am ashamed to admit that although I’m not afraid of cooking, time bake is another issue.  Visions of burning the house down dance through my head when I try to contemplate the whole process.  I know that ovens are designed for that feature, but when I envision how the process will work, it terrifies me.  Some how, I envision black smoke billowing out of the oven, my dog and cat rolling over dead, and the charred remains of my turkey dinner and my house as the only thing left standing.  Maybe there’s a name for this phobia, I just don’t know the name.  So, mustering up all of my timebakeaphobia, I had my father-in-law help me with the settings, and off we went to church, cool side dishes in the oven awaiting the GREAT TIME BAKE.  There was little time to ponder the ‘what-if’s of a time-bake disaster during church because on that particular morning, my duty was in the kid’s classroom and I found myself running around like a crazy woman doing the best I can with what is NOT my passion but my duty at hand.  SO…  It wasn’t until after church that I spoke with the lady whose home we were going to for lunch.  Wanna know what she said to me? 

“How about 5:00 for dinner?” 

HAHAHAHHAHA  major miscommunication on my part–because my dishes were piping HOT and ready to go for LUNCH and I was 5 hours early!  Thankfully, they reheated beautifully and it allotted me the extra time in the afternoon for a very pleasant, VERY long, nap!  HIP HIP HORRAY!  (And whooya for time bake!)

Another blunder…

Last week, my friend’s father passed away.  This week, I attended the funeral.  After the burial, and on the way back into the church, I was talking with my friend.  Her mom goes to another church, and so I was just trying to make sure that meals had been lined up her family that day.  I was trying to help, but the question I asked came out all wrong when I questioned, “Do you have food?”  Appalled, she looked at me wondering why I would ask such a thing as she replied with uncertainty in her voice, “We have cookies and coffee…??”  SHE THOUGHT I WAS ASKING IF THEY WERE FEEDING ME AND IF THERE WAS TO BE A MEAL!!!!  Immediately, I felt my doofus-ness grow greater as I tried to explain my way out of the idiot I had made of myself.

Happy weekend!

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