Friday, October 20, 2006

Petrolium Jelly

Well, I haven't blogged in almost exactly a year. Even though, to my behoovement, many friends and family have been requesting an entry. So, tonight while googling Fry Sauce, I came across another blog with info on the subject. Once in blogger, I could not resist searching for my own blog, which brought me here.

This is an entry that I started last year. And so of course I have no recollection what or why I was writing about Vaseline!?

To the best of my memory, my youngest daughter had gotten into the stuff and smeared it places that I really didn't want it to be. I mean places like my walls, my couches, and all over herself and her clothing. It is the WORST to try and clean up Petrolium Jelly. There has got to be some kind of trick!! Even in these cool sites, about the stuff you can't find CLEAN UP info. What to do? Only for a mother to figure out.

My brother in law Jordan and his cousin Joe once decided to spread a whole canister of Vaseline all over one another's head of hair. Can you imagine cleaning that up? After reading one of the above links, I think it is important to state that Jordan and Joe were toddlers at the time of their Vaseline smearing!

Why is that us Mom's are always faced with these situations???

I was talking to one of my sisters tonight about my other sister. Imagine that! We were discussing how I am totally leery of her coming to visit. (yeah, YOU, figure out which sister I am talking about) This sister, SHANNON, is an immacualte housekeeper. She even didn't get totally flat paint in her nice house because she has to have a paint that she can just wipe the smudges off. Smudges on the walls....aren't those supposed to stay there until they move out???? So, Shannon has to deal with my smudges...I have bigger fish to fry...like when my kids get into my Vaseline!!

By the way, I told someone out there that I would blog another entry before the one year mark...looks like I barely made it....If anyone happens to get on my site that I have abandoned for so long....please make a comment...if someone is actually reading, I may have more motivation to write another entry!

4 comments:

Leon said...

I just happened to come across your blog by chance.

It is nice reading you. You certainly do not seem to be that lousy cynical and histerical you write under your page header. You have three little angels, probably an interesting husband (I just read a little) and seem take the life from the good side. Maybe you owe all this to your Mormon education that you seem not give enough value.

Well, don't get too proud either, stay opoen minded as you are, keep on fighting, that's life. I wish you happiness.

Anonymous said...

Funny... I had your blog bookmarked and used to read it every few days. Then I noticed that you quit.... I checked back, and nothing. Months went by, and all I see is Napoleon every time.

Then today, I see your bookmark still there and decide to try it, fully expecting to see "HAPPY FETCHIN' HALLOWEEN!"

Then anxiety hit me... "Wait a minute! That's not Napoleon, that's some other picture! She updated the blog! NO WAY!"

I do browse your site from time to time and enjoy reading your stories. Keep them up... Checking yourself out at Wal Mart was a great one... Did you ever send in the picture of your kitchen to the tv show?

brimhallbunch said...

Alice,

It is good to "read" you! It is funny. I just updated my blog after a six month hiatus. Funny how life slips away like that. Well, I hope everything is going well. Heather and I miss spending time with you and your family. The stories help fill that void.

Love,

The Brimhalls

Anonymous said...

Hi Alice, it's been a long time since I checked here. I was reading Dwight Schrute's blog and it made me think of you. So I remembered to search for "i'm so funny", and here I am. Apparantly I missed your last entry by about 6 months. So in about 5.9 more months when you post something again, you'll know I was here. Maybe we should try getting together again sometime instead of me trying to catch up via bits and bytes. Oh well, maybe by the time you read this we already will have.

Lori (and Scott and kids)