7 Quick Takes (Volume 300)

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300 Volumes of Quick Takes? Should we have confetti or just black balloons? How about a trip down memory lane? Here's what was happening in Volume 200 and Volume 100, back when Princess Dawdle was still Miss Innocent One. Wow, are those days long gone!

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I thought I hit the jackpot when I bought a new pair of jeans for $7 a few weeks ago. But the real prize came the first time I sat down to relieve myself. Look at the great surprise hidden inside the pockets!



Doesn't that just make you feel happy? And think of how many times a day I'll get to see that? How can I incorporate these sorts of positive messages in other places of my life? The good Lord knows how much incentive I need in this area. Should I place post it notes on the inside flap of my iPad case? Better yet, on the inside of the refrigerator! Should I take a Sharpie to the steering wheel of my van? I could put a card in my purse or etch messages into my cutting board. Maybe I could write wonderful things on my shower walls which might also motivate me to actually CLEAN my shower walls some time too.

Or how about I bury fabulous messages in a Quick Takes post?

You are beautiful. You are gorgeous. You are stunning. You are sexy. You are glamorous.

Oh yes you are, my friend. YES YOU ARE!

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I found a particularly soothing article on a friend's Facebook page. I've always known I have good birthing hips, and my daughters have kindly made me aware of my "big butt" (and they say it's a "good thing?!"Pssht!). But now I may finally have a reason to appreciate my plump posterior. And let's not offer any opinions to the contrary, okay? This is not up for debate, people. Let me dream a little.

Moms With Fat Bottoms Make More Intelligent Children

Yet another sacrifice this mother makes for the sake of her children. You are welcome, my brilliant spawn.

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Here's one for the files of strange (and perhaps inappropriate!) spell check fixes. I was typing up the weekly Bible study update for the groups I am in and was including the verse from Jeremiah 31:3 which says, "I have loved you with an everlasting love." I'm super glad I proofread it because the spell check changed it to "I have loved you with an evaluation glove." Yikes! Not quite the same meaning, you think?! 

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I was super touched by the kind comments and emails I got last week as I returned from my long hiatus from the Quick Takes. I had a conversation this week with a woman who was sure her life hadn't amounted to much, that she hadn't made any big difference in the world. I could totally relate and have struggled with the same feelings myself. I'm just a middle-aged woman in podunk Nebraska plunking out the silly events of my week, thinking it a good way to chronicle our family life. And yet, somehow God uses it in the lives of some of you. Crazy. That's how our God works, people. He takes the puny and makes it mean something.

In high school we occasionally had a substitute teacher I adored. A substitute! She was pretty and kind and I wanted to be just like her. Seeing her many years later spurred this post about the little things.

I guess this is a long way of saying don't ever doubt that God uses you. Don't ever think any act is too small. Few people get to know how their lives touch others. Who knows how many you have impacted without ever knowing?

Power on, friends, doing whatever it is that you do, being faithful to what God's placed in your life, knowing that YOU don't have to make it spectacular. He will accomplish His purpose through you.

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I forgot to show you the fun gift Drummer Boy gave each of us at Christmas. He is a computer engraver at a trophy shop and made us all matching key chains. Each one bears a a nickname on one side and cutesy picture on the other. Here are Kevin's, mine and Princess Dawdle's.

You'll notice he got that silly meerkat reference in mine which originated in Volume 182 of the Quick Takes.  That is a dancing strawberry on the back of Princess Dawdle's and you probably can't read the back of Kevin's, but I think it's hysterical and totally gives you an idea of Drummer Boy's sense of humor. The picture of a cactus with a sombrero reads, "Cinco de Mustache."

Now, even when we're away from each other we have a daily reminder of our connection in our key chains. Thanks, Drummer Boy! And yes, Ladies Man, we're still sporting your Lego additions!

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Would you believe we bought a WEDDING DRESS last weekend? (You realize you'll probably be regaled with wedding stories now until the big day in June, right? It's the price you pay for following the saga of the Boesiger family.) How in the world did I get to be the mother of the bride?! I surprised myself by not crying my eyes out with every new dress, but I will admit to tearing up when she finally chose "the one." The longer she had it on, the more I thought it looked like her and it all became more real. My spunky little girl is now going to be a spunky BEAUTIFUL bride. Wow.

(I must give a shout out to my friends at Elegant Occasions bridal store in Lincoln, NE who treated us like royalty, were exceedingly helpful and made the process smooth and painless. Cheryl, you are the BOMB! THANK YOU!)

No pics until the actual day, of course, but trust me, she'll be gorgeous.



That's gonna do it this week, friends. Have a terrific weekend! For more Quick Takes, visit Conversion Diary!

7 Quick Takes (Volume 299)

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You know how life just whirs out of control sometimes? Yeah, that's about the size of it at the Boesiger house the last couple of months. SO MUCH HAPPENED! Finally the dust and my spirit are starting to settle and I'm going to attempt an update in pictures. Hold on to your hats, everyone--out of practice lady at the helm.

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Our world started spinning in November when Kevin's dad took a fall and hit his head causing a brain bleed. After two surgeries and a week in ICU we lost him. His death leaves a HUGE hole in our family. We've lived close to Kevin's parents our entire married life and our kids have had the privilege of growing up with their grandparents. It's impossible to be in our house and not see my father-in-law as he completed countless home improvement projects here. His woodworking gifts are scattered throughout many rooms. I see his smile on my own sons' faces who bear the same Boesiger grin. And I'll never forget the way his charm made my heart flutter every time he asked me how I was doing.

The only thing that softens the blow, both during the crisis and now, is the love my kids displayed to us and their grandmother. I know my kids aren't perfect. They have plenty of issues. How can they not? Look at their mother! But when the chips are down, my kids are there. They know what belonging to a family is. They value it and embrace it and demonstrate it. I've never been more proud of my children than I was the week of their grandfather's passing and at his funeral. They know how to take care of each other and the people they love. They aren't afraid to show it.

So the first picture I want to show you was taken the day after the funeral. Ladies Man soothed my spirit when he wanted to snap a selfie with his mom at the end of a very tough week for our family. I don't think it's the best pic of me, but I love it because it reminds me what is really important--the people we love. Though this pic only includes one of my amazing kids, I think of each of them when I look at it, remembering the love their presence brought to a horrible, horrible time.


I adore you, my dear children. You blow me away. I am so proud of you.

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The definite bright spot of the last two months was the engagement of Drama Queen and The Boyfriend who will henceforth be called The Fiancé, at least until the wedding in June when he'll be given an official name.


They took some gorgeous engagement pics. This is one of my favorites.

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A week after my father-in-law's funeral the Christmas musical opened at our church. I guess in all the busyness of the time I didn't get a photo of the whole cast, but a friend posted a few pics I stole off of Facebook (Thank you, Bly!). I think this first one, taken by our little 4-year-old star, pretty much captures my weariness. I'm surprised I had enough oomph to lift my fingers.


Here's a beautiful shot of Princess Dawdle in action.


And Kevin running the ship.

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The following week was Drama Queen's final Cornhusker Marching Band Highlights Concert. The kids had a little too much fun. The Girlfriend (standing directly behind Ladies Man) obviously knows the drill.


And I think The Fiancé is going to fit in just fine.


We were glad Grandma B. could join us too.

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Princess Dawdle got to attend her first formal. My baby is a woman! (Cue the eye roll, babe.)




She and her dashing date I shall call The Neighbor Boy.


The lively group that accompanied them.


And my girls. I just love them!

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A New Year's Eve tradition we started when our kids were young but now haphazardly observe (meaning our kids often ditch us for a better offer) is the Movie Marathon. Each family member gets to pick a movie and we spend the day (and night) watching them. Remember there are six of us. Are you doing the math in your head? This was easy when the kids were little and Princess Dawdle's choice was a thirty minute Care Bear movie and the longest pick was an animated flick lasting ninety minutes. Now we're more "sophisticated." Now we're talking at least 12 hours of movies!

This year The Fiancé and The Girlfriend joined us and eight movies in one day was just going to be too much so we decided to initiate The Girlfriend into the world of the Skywalkers and make it a Star Wars Movie Marathon, watching the entire series of Star Wars movies.

The first order of business was to lay out the snacks. (Please tell me your eye is drawn first to the veggie tray and apples. I try, people, really I do. I don't know why the Easy Cheese, or Squeezy Cheese as we call it, is so much more popular. And what's the deal with this blurry picture? Was I already on a sugar high?!)


We rearranged the furniture so no one would get a kink in their neck, pulled out a stack of blankets, and got comfy.


We started Episode 1 around 1:30 p.m. which was before everyone got there, but we were never getting through them otherwise. I think we had everybody by the time Episode 2 came on. Grandma B. came and watched Episode 3 with us and we had so much fun as she surprised us all by really getting into it. Ladies Man and The Girlfriend had to take off for a while during Episode 4, but were back before Episode 5 was over. With potty breaks and a short pause to toast in the New Year, we watched the final credits of Episode 6 roll at 3:30 a.m. New Year's Day morning. And you know what? I loved every minute of it. Even the 3:30 in the morning bit. I've never watched the whole series back to back like that before and I was really impressed with how the "old" episodes (4-6) were tied into the "new" ones (1-3) so well. Now we're all hyped up for Episode 7 to come out this next Christmas!

And speaking of Christmas, it just occurred to me that these pictures don't even include any Christmas celebrations or Princess Dawdle's school concert or Ladies Man's college Christmas Festival or the Beatrice Regional Orchestra concert or any wedding planning or our romantic getaway or my birthday! Do you see why there have been no Quick Takes for a while?

Well, this should get you up to speed and next week I'll take another crack at it. I pray your holidays were filled with the love of your people and that you're settled back into a good routine. If you've had enough of everything already, give yourself a break and read more Quick Takes at Conversion Diary..

7 Quick Takes (Volume 298)

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Princess Dawdle went to the grocery store with me and steered me into the ice cream aisle.

Princess Dawdle: I don't suppose we could get some birthday cake ice cream?

Me (thinking it a safe temptation--i HATE that stuff!): I suppose.

There was the standard Blue Bunny brand she immediately went for until I noticed the Great Value brand for fifty cents cheaper.

Me: Hey, there's this one.

Princess Dawdle (still eying the brand she's grown to love): Yeah . . .

Me: It's cheaper.

Princess Dawdle: Yeah . . .

Me: It looks like it has magic sprinkles.

Princess Dawdle: So does this one!

Just as I was ready to settle into the stare down, she relented.

Princess Dawdle: Let's roll the dice, Mom. Sure, get that one. YOLO! (meaning You Only Live Once)

It was just ice cream, right? Oh brother. This girl makes me laugh.

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Last Friday we woke up to find this posted on the Boesiger Bunch page with the message "Happy Halloween Dad!!!"


Ladies Man freaked out at least one of his sisters shaving his beard into a goatee like his dad who just happened to be growing his out the same week. You know Kevin had to respond with his own post.


See the resemblance? I believe this is the first post Kevin's ever made on the Boesiger Bunch page so HOLLA Ladies Man! You got him involved!

Ladies Man has since shaved the whole smack off, but who knows what he'll be sporting when we see him next.

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We had a lovely evening out with Kevin's sister and brother-in-law on Halloween night but got a dirty trick played on us as we crossed paths with a couple of deer on the way home. We swerved and missed the first one, but couldn't avoid the second one. We're still waiting to hear (GRRR insurance companies!), but we're thinking it will be a total loss.


We're pretty bummed. Kevin LOVES this car.

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I was reminded starkly of the meaninglessness of possessions, though, when our community lost a young man this week to leukemia. My heart hurts for the Hays family on the loss of their dear son, Colin, only 22 years old. My prayers are with you. May God hold you very near in the tough times ahead.

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Kevin and I were in a fast food establishment the other day when we saw this fly stuck to the wall RIGHT ABOVE THE SANITIZER! See the black speck to the right of the no smoking sign? Who knows how long he had been there! Somehow this did not instill a ton of confidence in me in the sanitary conditions of the restaurant, but we had already ordered our food.


Can you say ICK?!

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I am playing Lizard Whisperer again, or rather, Lizard Resuscitator. Elmo is just not interested in eating lately. I think I've gotten him to eat one worm in the last two weeks. So I had to force feed the little guy, smashing up worms, mixing them with water and feeding it to him in an eye dropper. When I did it yesterday he seemed appreciative. I don't know if he's just getting old or what, but we've gone through periods like this before. I'm gonna keep at it and hope he kicks out of it.

The Lizard Whisperer . . .

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The highlight of our week was celebrating my mom's birthday.


All the kids and The Girlfriend and The Boyfriend were able to go which made it a hilarious time.


At some point we started comparing mouth sizes. (Don't ask me why. We just do weird stuff like this.) Ladies Man had a little tape measure on his key chain, so he actually went around and measured everyone's mouths. Mom could hardly take it she was laughing so hard!


If I remember right I had the smallest mouth and Drama Queen was a close second (can you believe it?!) The Boyfriend had the largest mouth which is hysterical since he generally says the LEAST! Despite all the silliness we did manage to get a nice pic with Grandma.


Thanks for having a birthday, Mom. We had a blast! We love you!



And that's about all anyone can take for this Friday, am I right? I hope you enjoy your weekend and read more Quick Takes at Conversion Diary.

What do you do?

My heart pounds when the question is asked. I never know how to answer.

"What do you do?"

I do a lot of stuff. I'm working on a master's degree. I help with two Bible studies. I speak to women's groups and community organizations. I write and direct our church's Christmas musicals. I play in a community orchestra. I sing in worship team. I meet with people. I blog. I write. I parent. I wife.

And yet, when "What do you do?" comes, I don't know what to say. There is no succinct answer. I don't have a title or place of employment. If I start listing my activities, I worry I sound like a self-absorbed housewife (no comments from the peanut gallery, please). I'm tired of the "it must be nice not to have to work" because I think I DO work, just not for money, and my family has sacrificed because of it. I think what I do is important and though I question God sometimes, I know I am right where He wants me.

So why do I waffle with "the question?" What is my problem?! Why can't I tell people what I do? Why do I feel nervous about it? When I do mention it, why do I feel apologetic afterwards? What's so wrong with telling people the facts? What am I afraid of?

I did it recently with some well meaning women, women I grew up with and hadn't seen in 20-30 years. They asked and I choked.

"Hmmm . . . what do I do . . . I don't know . . . My husband works for a church so I hang out at church a lot . . . "

There's no need to chide me. A friend already did and she really got me thinking. What am I revealing about my worldly attitudes in not answering honestly? Do I think others won't value it because it doesn't bring in money? Do I think it has no value because it doesn't produce a pay check?! But here's the kicker: Much of my work is centered around God. Am I denying Him when I can't talk of it freely? Am I slapping Him in the face with my cavalier approach?

In not proudly stating what I do, am I dismissing God's work in my life?

Ouch.

When I minimize His work, I minimize Him.

I guess I need to rethink how I answer, "What do you do?"

How do you handle, "What do you do?" 

7 Quick Takes (Volume 297)

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I don't know why I didn't think to post this video last week. Ladies Man recorded another beatboxing video. I've had lots of people ask, so I'll tell you straight away he is NOT hitting the table or anything out of camera shot. ALL of these sounds are coming from his mouth or throat. Amazing!


Yep! That's my kid!

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I had a very bonding conversation with Drummer Boy this week and after he got home, he posted this to Facebook:

Sometimes you just gotta go home, talk to your mom, and get hugs.

Now, who wouldn't ADORE a 24-year-old guy who isn't ashamed to write that on Facebook?! Drummer Boy, you melt my heart. I am so proud of the man you are.

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I learned some more teen vernacular this week as Princess Dawdle commented on her brother's Facebook status.

Princess Dawdle: Yeah, Drummer Boy's a baller.

Yes, you read that right--a baller. She tells me basically it means he's a stud. And if you think a little bit about that, you'll probably understand the root.

But I'm not taking you there myself. That might be considered . . . inappropriate.

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None of my kids' fall breaks coincided this month. Ladies Man's was last week on Monday and Tuesday, Drama Queen's was this week on Monday and Tuesday and Princess Dawdle's was yesterday and today. And Drummer Boy has phased out of fall breaks. (He's the one who should be complaining about "adulting!") At first I was kinda bummed about it because it meant the kids wouldn't be home at the same time to enjoy each other, but I did find an unexpected silver lining. I got to spend time one-on-one with them. I'm finding this to be a really a good thing at their ages because they are all learning to be adult individuals and it's pretty easy to fall back into old roles when the family is all together. One-on-one lets them each talk about what's important to them, not slip back into who they are in our family. For instance, around the dinner table when everyone is around, Ladies Man is the entertainment, Drummer Boy teases him mercilessly, Drama Queen provides the color commentary and Princess Dawdle sits back and watches. There isn't really an opportunity for talking about what they're thinking about or struggling with or hashing over. But one-on-one is a totally different story. And I LIKE it!

I'll always like the silly banter around the dinner table, but hearing their hearts is what I really crave. Thankfully I've gotten to do that with every one of them in the past week or so. I'm not sure how to be more purposeful about making those times happen, but I sure do appreciate them. Have I mentioned how awesome I think each of them are?! They have certainly kept me on my toes (and to be honest, did me in occasionally too), but I would not be the person I am today without them. The older I get, the more I see how deeply I love them.


So here's to you, my dear children, thank you for enriching my life in ways I could have never imagined. I am ALWAYS on your team.

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I saw a very interesting video on Facebook this week. Don't be weirded out that it's a commercial for feminine hygiene products. The statement it makes it pretty profound.


What do you think?

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Princess Dawdle finished her stint in the Wizard of Oz. The kids did an outstanding job and really gave our town some fun entertainment. Awesome job BHS Music Department! Here's a scene from Oz. Princess Dawdle is the munchkin in the front row, far left, wearing the mauve shirt, and light blue puffy skirt.


Isn't my little munchkin cute? Good job, babe.

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Next Tuesday is the Beatrice Regional Orchestra's first concert of the season.


My darling husband will be doing a local radio interview this morning at 8:45 Central time if you're interested in hearing more. You can listen online by clicking here.



That's all for me today, folks. I've got a CRAP TON of stuff to do today before we and our church choir head up north to be backup singers to David Phelps. Tickets are still available if you live in our area and are interested in joining us! Enjoy your weekend and find more fun at Conversion Diary.

4GOTN

The license plate hung at a slant off the back of the beat up little truck, a couple pieces of old wire hanging on for dear life as it swung ever so slightly. If it weren't for the word I saw there I would have thought it unremarkable, but there it hung, making this bold announcement to the world on a dented old pickup.

4GOTN

As I passed, curiosity got the best of me and I snuck a peek at the driver. He was a young guy, I'd guess not yet 25, hair buzzed, clothes too big and very dirty, tattoos gracing his sleeveless arm. He looked angry, like one of those punks on the cop shows who whip out a gun because they're scared and want to make a statement.

Except this kid made the statement with his license plate.

4GOTN

We've all known that feeling, haven't we? We feel it and maybe sigh. We brush it aside and go on with our day. But this kid felt it so strongly he paid to put it on his license plate.

4GOTN

It made me want to cry. This angry, tough-looking guy I wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley, reduced to five characters giving a glimpse of the struggling boy within.

4GOTN

How many people have I passed on any given day whose hearts bear the same message? I think of the efficient checker who rarely looks at the customers and carries a chip on her shoulder ensuring you don't ask. Is she feeling the same thing?

4GOTN

What about the woman who slips into church five minutes late, sits in the back and hightails it out of there before anyone can speak to her?

4GOTN

There's the young mother feeding the infant at 3:AM, so sleep deprived she can barely work the remote, doing her best to gear up for another day of sticky fingers and fighting toddlers. Or that person whose problem is too deep to articulate, who knows their spirit feels off and has prayed for God's deliverance only to land in the same funk again. There's the family who's suffered another layoff, wondering why.

4GOTN

It's me some days too, when the phone doesn't ring or my efforts seem unappreciated, when the plumbing's screwed up and the car won't start, when the words are hard to come by, or the pain of working through the junk feels too hard. It's the days when I'm tired of the busyness, or I don't know how we're gonna pay for everything, or I am all too aware and weary of my humanness. I, feeling like a member of the 4GOTN club ask, "Why does it have to be so hard, God?"

And God simply says, "It doesn't."

. . . My Presence will go with you and I will give you rest.

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

. . . In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

Weary?

Yes.

Troubled?

Yes.

Burdened?

Yes.

4GOTN?

Never.

7 Quick Takes (Volume 296)

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I was a happy, happy mama as all my chicks congregated for Sunday dinner last weekend. Our parents and the significant others joined us for a rip roaring good time. I must admit, however, that I have to readjust some to the noise level when they're all home again. Do you know how hard it is to follow all the conversations going on at a table for 11? How did I live with so much commotion every day for so many years? How can I already be getting used to a degree of solitude?

And when can we do it again? Love you guys!

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For DECADES I whined to Kevin about how unfair it is that he can eat ANYTHING and not worry about it. And I mean ANYTHING. I spent so many years being SO JEALOUS. Until I finally accepted it's just how it is and quit my complaining, I never made any headway in my own weight loss goals. I thought I was over it. Mostly. But this week I was reminded of the disparity in our eating choices when I stopped and looked at what we had on our plates for lunch.

Here's my lunch: leftover chicken pesto over wild rice accompanied by carrots and avocado slices.


And for Kevin? Two hot dogs smothered in chili and cheese and chased down with a hearty serving of Cheetos.


It still doesn't seem fair, but I can honestly say his lunch did NOT appeal to me. That's progress for me, right? And maybe a coronary for Kevin. Yikes.

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Drama Queen got me hooked on old episodes of Parenthood this summer. Now that the new season has started, I miss having her around for her color commentary. She's been too busy to watch "with" me so I've been texting her my updates to let her know what's going on. Last week's "updates" went something like this.

Me: Sarah's boyfriend totally fits her . . . mumbling, interrupts with "i know" and "I mean" and nothing crap. Ugh.

If you've watched this show you know the weird speech trait I'm speaking of--Sarah's whole family can't seem to complete a sentence without starting and stopping with absolutely nothing and they end up not really communicating at all.

Drama Queen: Hahaha new boyfriend or still dopey teacher guy with a mustache?

Me: Ray Romano weird photographer guy. And Grandpa's having surgery and they're all acting like he'll never make it. Oh brother . . .

Drama Queen: Oh she's dating the photographer . . . creepy. How long are they gonna drag out the surgery? Geesh.

Me: Amber and her brother went to Wyoming to find her boyfriend, Ryan, the one she called Buddy. (Side note: How weird is that? Who calls their boyfriend Buddy?!) She told him she was pregnant and he was really happy. And Ruby (creepy photographer's daughter) shoplifted lipstick.

Drama Queen: Oh the drama!

Me: Crosby just got mad and left the hospital on his motorcycle and lost control. He's sitting on the side of the road clutching his leg.

Drama Queen: Oh for the love!

Me: Julia just told Joel she was seeing someone right after he was calling to see how she was while waiting on her dad's surgery. Last week we found out he was the one who left. Wow, a smart moment for Amber. She just told Ryan they couldn't be together. And Crosby stumbled in. Here's the surgeon. Grandpa's surgery was good.

Drama Queen: Joel left? Like just moved out or what? What was Amber's reasoning for not being with Ryan?

Me: Idk what happened with Joel. And oh brother we're stretching out this surgery business soooo long. Ryan is strung out on prescription drugs. She was gonna stay in Wyoming until her brother told her she couldn't change Ryan.

Drama Queen: Atta boy, Drew!

Me: He's got the weird family speech trait but he has a good head on his shoulders.

I could go on and on. And did. Can you say soap opera?! Yes. But it is so much fun to hash it out with Drama Queen. I don't know what it is about this show, but they manage to bring me to tears in nearly every episode, even if they are a little dysfunctional and I want to smack half of them.

Maybe they make me feel better about my own dysfunction. Let's not think about it too much.

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And speaking of Drama Queen, I came home Wednesday to find this on my Facebook wall.

Drama Queen: Mom, I don't wanna adult anymore. It's dumb.

Sorry, sister. It happens to the best of us!

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Princess Dawdle has inherited her father's penchant for driving me crazy leaving little bits of food that no one wants to finish.


It's hardly a spoonful! What is the point of that?! Don't they know that little spoonful is going to call my name all day? And I'll consider it because it's just a little. I'll pass through the kitchen and think, "Hey, I could finish that. It's not too much. Couldn't be that many calories." And then I'm forced to eat it and left with guilt the rest of the day.

Don't these people realize what they're doing to me?!!! Just finish the stuff off, people! Don't torment me like this!

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Have you seen the new Starbucks ads? They are totally capitalizing on the "Do we know how to relate to each other anymore?" dialogue and suggesting real live communication. At Starbucks, of course. I just love it.


What do you think?

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Princess Dawdle makes her debut as a Tot in her high school's production of Wizard of Oz tomorrow. Think, "We represent the Lullaby League, the Lullaby League, the Lullaby League . . . " I'm looking forward to seeing her little dance on her knees. It's super funny to think of my daughter who's a teeny bit taller than me playing a munchkin. Break a leg, babe! Show times are Saturday and Sunday at 2. Monday and Tuesday evening at 7. It should be a good time!



And with that we're calling this done, folks. I hope you have super weekend and read more Quick Takes at Conversion Diary.