Posts Tagged ‘mattresses’

Birthday Cards

Wednesday, April 16th, 2008

Before I leave for California to go sleep on some memory foam mattresses, I had to show you the birthday cards Madison made yesterday. The pink one is for Bill’s sister Christy. The blue one is for Bill’s brother Nick. I took a picture of them before I put them in the mail.

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Aren’t these super cute?  I didn’t take a picture of the insides, since you all know how to spell her name.  Though she knows how to spell her name and write it without any help from me!

I’m sick

Saturday, December 15th, 2007

Now the kids gave me their wonderful cold. Needless to say, I feel like crap. Since Bill didn’t come home till ten last night because he had a Christmas party to attend, he let me sleep in this morning. I love my new mattress, but I certainly wouldn’t have minded if we would have bought a memory foam mattress instead. I laid on one, and they were nice. However, they were a tad more expensive than what I wanted to pay.  Even though I slept till noon, I still feel terrible.  Will is napping right now, and Bill and Madison are outside playing in the snow (or what’s left of what we had).  I am debating if I should go take another nap, because I could definitely use it.  However, I know as soon as I lay down, Will will wake up.

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Say hello to my little friend

Wednesday, November 21st, 2007

Ok. It is not so little but still just as awesome. What am I talking about?

My new mattresses just got delivered. This is huge! They were suppose to be here between 12 and 4 and got here at 12. How is that for customer service? I wrote a review on Darvin Furniture a couple of days ago regarding our great experience. All I can say is that I am even more impressed. The only bad thing is that I swear our bed is higher now. I think I might need a pair of platform shoes to get into it.

Welcome to the Zoo

Tuesday, November 20th, 2007

That is what my house feels like this week. I have so much to get done and no time to do it in. Here is a short list:

  1. New mattresses getting delivered tomorrow
  2. Need to clean bedroom for mattresses
  3. Need to clean rest of house while I am at it
  4. Do I need to clean under the bed?
  5. Need to look at all the Christmas presents I already bought and write them down.
  6. Wrap the Christmas presents that need to go to Green Bay with us
  7. Pack for Green Bay
  8. Go to chiropractor tonight
  9. Work on posts
  10. Freelance work
  11. Get up into the attic and pick out winter clothes that need to come downstairs
  12. Bring down Size 5 shirts for Madison since everything seems to short on her
  13. Put clothes that I am handing down to Kait in a bag to take to Green Bay
  14. Go to Best Buy and look at video cameras and iPod accessories that would allow us to play the iPod in the car speakers.

Ok, that’s what I can think of off the top of my head. You know, I may come back to this post and add things and strike them off as I do them. I am so smart sometimes. LOL :)

Why, Why, Why?????

Monday, April 23rd, 2007

I got this in an email and I thought I was going to die laughing:

Do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting dead?

Why do banks charge a fee on “insufficient funds” when they know there is not enough money?

Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?

Why doesn’t glue stick to the bottle?

Why doesn’t Tarzan have a beard?

Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?

Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?

Whose idea was it to put an “S” in the word “lisp”?

If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?

Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?

Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?

Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?

Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?

Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?

How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?

When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, “It’s all right?” Well, it isn’t all right, so why don’t we say, “That hurt, you idiot?”

Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that’s falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?

In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?

How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?