Has Anyone Seen Normal?

I have found potatoes in the puppy kennel for several days now. Mom-dog must think they make awesome chew toys for her brood, but I am baffled as to where she's getting them. I chalked it up to One of Those Things. And let me tell you, Those Things are happening more and more frequently over the years.

One of the kids caught Micah helping himself to a potato from the 50 lb bag in the pantry and sharing with the puppies. At least there was an explanation as to why they were there, but now we're wondering why Micah thinks potatoes are doggie treats. Back to One of Those Things.

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Our church has a kids club on Wednesday nights. Every year they make shirts for the kids and encourage them to wear said shirts to club every week. That is Micah's favoritest shirt ever. Unfortunately, the shirt disappeared. I found the much sought after shirt in the hall closet behind a stack of towels last week. I won't even venture a guess as to why. Or how. I'm 75% sure who, though.

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My 6:30 AM wakeup call is oh-so-fun. Micah is always happy to oblige (and now thanks to the time change, it's 7:30!) but on the rare event that he sleeps in, he arranges for a backup plan. Last week one day the dog failed to whine at 5 AM to let me know that she had to go potty and instead a lake of brown liquid stench lay in the bottom of her kennel. The puppies had spilled the water dish, making the finest mess known to mankind.

And on Saturday (the day before the time change), when Micah was at Grandma's house, the neighbor called at 6:30 AM. He spied our ponies running amok in the 'hood and was kind enough to let us know. There's nothing like running ponies down at 6:30 AM in your jammies to get the adreneline flowing. And the neighbors talking.

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There was a dead fly on the window sill in the bathroom. Being the stellar housekeeper that I am, it sat there for 2 days before I finally got a piece of tissue to pick it up and dispose of it. After two days of laying there in that same spot DEAD, it had the nerve to wiggle it's legs and try to right itself to get away.

It was probably trying to escape the funny farm. I've been trying for years; it's futile.

12 comments:

utmomof 5 said...

Normal certainly doesn't live at my house!! Good luck finding it :)

Michelle said...

*giggle* *giggle* *snort* Sorry, Karen.

Although intersting tidbit. Did you know that raw potatoes can be poisonous? I remembered this in time and am considering a post about it, but ... it hasn't gone up yet. Maybe tomorrow. Or Wednesday. I had to google it and show Mister Man to prove it to him.

Roger said...

I have always found normal to be rather boring myself. At least everyone around here plays along.

Karen said...

Michelle - seriously?! I've eaten raw potatoes for years. Of course, that may explain a lot...

Flea said...

Bwahahaha! You poor thing. That kind of stuff NEVER happens at my house.



*snort* Did you believe that?

Joyce said...

Such fun in your house!!!

Trisha said...

Normal? There IS such a thing? Huh. I thought that was just something someone invented to make the rest of us feel bad!

The image of you chasing the ponies in your jammies . . . priceless!

Carol N. said...

Try aisle five, top shelf, just out of reach.

Gina said...

When mysterious things happen in my house, I generally assume it was Emily, since she is 6 and her brother is 13 and barely takes his eyes off the computer or PS3, but I recently discovered that many of the disappearances and moving around of items is the cat's doing. I never imagined that the tiny, 6-pound cat could move a giant, heavy, steel-toed, men's boot, but it turns out she can.

Viv said...

When the guys were working on the house (not that it's done...of course)and I had the animals locked away. I did have to take a moment to marvel at how easy and mess free it was to be able to open all the windows and doors, downstairs at any rate.

Then my daughter fed her eggs to the floor and without the dogs to clean up, I found out how hard scrambled eggs are to sweep up.

The final verdict is that dogs are messy, but, well worth it.

Andrea said...

Normal? what's normal!! Ha ha ha ha! Sounds like it's been quite the strange place!! The time change does make for kids who like to sleep in!! And that fly...weird...creepy!!!

HalfAsstic.com said...

So were you at least herding horses in attractive pajamas?