I have absolutely no sense of direction. Often times I will even forget where I parked my car when shopping. And on my many travels from Iowa to Kentucky my husband would call and ask where I was and I
would have no idea. Thankfully I have a GPS and I don’t go anywhere without it. My husband thinks it’s a crutch and he believes that if I stop using it I will be able to get around better with more confidence.
I told him I would try. Well that was a big fat lie and I got busted. The kids had open house at their school a few days ago and we all rode together in TJ’s truck. On the way home the kids were loudly
imitating the robotic voice of the woman on my GPS in unison and calling out exact directions;
“In one quarter mile, turn left. Stay on route. In one mile turn right.”
My husband glared at me. “Not using the GPS huh?!”
Well not all the time. There are two different towns I travel to where I don’t need it (much) Bardstown and Shepherdsville. These towns are a straight shot and if I don’t make any turns I’m fine.
When furniture shopping the kids spotted some cool bunk beds they liked. A twin bed on top and a full sized futon on the bottom that folds into a couch. They were pretty excited when they got home from
school and saw the beds in their rooms. That it until it was bedtime. Mac was fine with it and snuggled right into her bunk bed but Will was a different story.
There isn’t much that Will fears so I was surprised when he confessed
that he was afraid he would roll over and fall out of the bed. He decided he would sleep on the bottom for the first few nights. I tucked him in and few minutes later he was yelling for me.
“Mom, is there anyway the top bunk could fall on me in the night and kill
So now he has a terrifying bed; afraid he will fall out of the top bunk and afraid the top bunk will fall on him!
Check these creepy things out. They are called “Smiles” and have mashed potatoes in the center and are kind of crunchy on the outside. The kids claimed they had them for school hot lunch in Iowa but I never saw them in any stores were we lived. They almost look too cute to put into the
over. It’s like your baking up a tray of aliens or something.
they are abundant in Kentucky. And they still taste just as nasty as they
did when I was a kid.