Category Archives: I’m a pretend writer
The History of Black Friday…according to me (part three)
(I had no idea this would be three parts when I started.) So the infamous Black Friday shopping trip was never supposed to be. I think we were both completely certain that there was nothing that any store could offer … Continue reading
The History of Black Friday…according to me (part two)
Next time, came two years later. We were living in Texas and a five-minute walk from a Super-open 24-hours-Wal-mart. And our computer had just been shot by lightening. And I was home alone all day with three boys, ages 4 … Continue reading
Wow, who knew sugar was so flammable?
Let’s just say, I’m easily distracted. I was cleaning up the breakfast dishes around 11 am after being distracted by this fascinating book earlier, when I noticed the syrup was a little low. So I decided to make some more. … Continue reading
Waste of Creativity
You know what’s a complete waste of my creativity? I have some really clever, and I mean CLEVER, passwords to some of my accounts. Totally cute, play-on-words with numbers that play on the letters. They’re ingenious, I tell you. And … Continue reading
I’m a really good spellar too.
There’s a good article over at Amy’s Humble Musings about “How to be humble…like me.” So, that got me thinking of great spoof blog titles, like: -How to be perfect…just like me. -This is my really funny blog. -I’m a … Continue reading
Ignorance is Bliss (though mostly just embarrassing)
I was born and raised Reformed Presbyterian. My grandparents were all Reformed Presbyterian. My parents are Reformed Presbyterian. As are many of my Aunts, Uncles and cousins. So, naturally, I wasn’t especially cognizant of the different church practices of other … Continue reading
Filed under I confess, I'm a pretend writer
This might be funny, unless you happen to be Mr.F’s first wife
The story of us goes back to 1994. I can’t tell you the whole story, so I’ll just tell you one story. Back in 1994, we met and got to know each other at a conference in Ireland and Scotland. … Continue reading
Filed under I'm a pretend writer, Mr. French
The following thoughts occurred to me this morning as I lay in bed pretending to still be sleeping.
I should really figure out how to get pictures on the blog. It’s getting a bit ridiculous. I just don’t want to figure it out. I want it to be easy. There are two kinds of people in the world. … Continue reading
Trust your gut.
Sometimes I don’t know what to do. And sometimes I don’t do the right thing. But here’s what I learned today. First: When your middle child says, “I feel sick.” Believe him. Treat him like he is sick until otherwise … Continue reading
Filed under I'm a pretend writer, That's just gross
Forget Global Warming. I’ve figured it all out.
It’s us. It’s October. It was 88 degrees yesterday. It’s hot. Someone told Mr. F that it’s supposed to be a “mild winter” this year. Oh, really? Like the “mild winter” we had in France? Near the Alps! We ruined … Continue reading
Filed under I'm a pretend writer, Why does no one get my jokes?
