All About Angie

Photo Montage of Recent (And Not-So-Recent) Days

How better to tell the story than with pictures? Indeed.

When good Play-doh goes bad

My first successful barbeque meal since Barffest ‘05

(Actually taken many many days ago) I am thinking of redecorating the front seat of our minivan. What do you think of these colors?

Truthfully, I left some crayons in the seat on the only warm day in the last 3 months and the rest is history. I tried scraping off the wax, but it mocks me.

And last, but not least, the state of my kitchen sink. Of which I am rather proud. It’s (mostly) white! It’s (mostly) white!

Did I Miss Again?

I did. But only by 6 days.

You say, “What is she going on about now?”

My blogaversary, silly! I have now had 4 years (and 6 days) of bloggety fun all chronicled here in my own little space. Usually every year I miss the blogaversary by 6 months, so 6 days is nothing. Oh yeah. I’m cool.

Time to celebrate!

Here is the first thrilling entry. Informative, no?

I Get It

So no one (except the brave) wants to comment on the post with the poor, defenseless child with his hand stuck in an oven, eh? Fine, fine. I see how you people are…

In other news, we were having Bible Time last night with the family after dinner, discussing the biblical account of Stephen. In the Bible story of Stephen, found in the book of Acts (chapter 7), Stephen makes a speech summarizing the history of God’s people and then accuses the Jewish leaders of killing the Messiah and betraying the law and being “stiff-necked”, etc. At the end of the chapter, the leaders become extremely angry and drag him out of the city to stone him. Stephen, full of the Holy Spirit, looks up to heaven and sees Jesus at the right hand of God. So Mark asked the question, “What was the last thing Stephen saw?” At which point Lydia piped up and answered, “A bunch of people throwing rocks at him.”

In about 15 years, remind me to warn the seminaries about Lydia. She’s a smartie, she is.

School has been cancelled today on account of snow, sleet, freezing rain, and other muckety-muck. In order to take a picture of it, I would have to open a door and be cold and I’m sorry, but I’m just not going to do that. So we are trapped inside. Send chocolate…..and a snow shovel.

What Greediness Will Get Ya

One of the Christmas gifts the girls received was an Easy Bake oven (Thanks, Nate and Tori!). The excitement ran high this morning as I unboxed it and its many, many accompanying accessories. After I unpacked the actual oven and set it on the counter, I turned my attention to release the “spatula” and “pan pusher” from its twist-tie bondage when I heard a small child’s wailing cries (this entire scenario happened within 5 seconds or less). When I looked in the direction of the sound, this is what I saw…

Tears were streaming down his little baby face as he realized the oven would not let him go. So, as any loving mother would do, I grabbed the camera (which was within quick grabbing distance, I assure you) and took his picture. And then I carefully pried the oven’s unyielding jaws apart (which, actually took a lot of work) and set the boy free.

All in a day’s work, I suppose. I found out that it’s really hard to not laugh at someone with their hand stuck in an Easy Bake oven.

**Please be assured that the pictured oven is not plugged in, nor was this child permanently, seriously, or otherwise harmed through the taking of this picture. Thank you.