Printable License Plate Game (revision)

In CategoryAdventure, Home Schooling

Last October, before we left on our Nomadic Adventure, I made several games for the kids to play in the car.

The License Plate Game is the most Pinned item from Not Inadequate, so when Tricia in Texas emailed me that I had left out Nevada, I was mortified.

Here is the corrected game, in printable .pdf form:


You can laminate these, or put them in page protectors. We found that Dry-Erase Crayons work great. We can mark our pages up, then later wipe the crayon off and start again.

Happy Travels!

Random Monday

In CategoryRandom Monday

• There is an A&W right down the street from this house. We’ve had root beer floats almost daily. I’m not mad about it.

• They installed the bathroom sink fixtures wrong in this house. This kind of thing annoys me. That’s normal. Right?

• On Friday night Jim helped me make dinner; if by “helped” I mean “operated the salad spinner like he was starting a chainsaw and flung four dollars worth of lettuce all over the kitchen.”

And I do.

Annoyingly, he cleaned it all up while I was looking for my camera. Do you not understand how blogging works, JIM?

Honestly. Rude.

• We spent last week visiting doctors and catching up on assorted life crap. Dentist, Optometrist, Pediatrician…

Three pairs of glasses + 1 box of contacts = oh good we didn’t need all that money anyway. Plus the Dentist put the cat on the roof that expensive orthodontia is in our future.**

• I have also been catching up with my In Real Life friends. I visited one acquaintance over lunch and she spent 45 minutes extolling the virtues of Chia Seeds. I haven’t seen her in 6 months and the whole time she lectured me on the best ways to ingest calcium.

I wish I were kidding.

• On of my friends told me that when she tries to comment, she has a hard time getting through and gets some kind of message about logging in or creating an account or something. Has anyone else has this problem? I absolutely do not want anyone to have a hard time commenting. The only thing I should have set up is the first-ever comment someone makes is moderated, and all subsequent comments should go right through. I hate, hate, HATE any kind of capcha or hoop-jumping, so let me know if you are confronted by that and I will try to figure it out. Because I am so techy that way.

I also hate auto-play music, but that’s neither here nor there.

** Do you know this story? It’s part of our Family Language. There are a lot of versions, but here’s the one I know:

A couple goes on vacation and asks their neighbor to bring in the mail, feed the cat and check on their aging mother. After a few days, the husband calls home. “How is everything there?” he asks.

“Not very good, ” the neighbor replies, “I’m afraid your cat fell off the roof and died.”

Shocked, the man blurts, “that’s not how you give someone bad news! You should have broken it to me gently, bit by bit.”

“How could I have done that?” the neighbor asks.

“Well, for instance, today when I called, you could have said something like you hadn’t seen the cat since we’d been gone. And then the next time I called, say that you found the cat, but he was on the roof.”

“And then the next time say that the fire department was coming to get him down. And then after that say that they had failed and the cat had fallen and was at the vet,” he went on, “and finally, on the last call, after I have braced myself for the worst, you let me know that the cat succumbed to his injuries and died.”

“Oh,” said the neighbor, chastened. “I didn’t think of that.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter now, our vacation is ruined. Is there anything else? How is Mother?”

The neighbor paused, then said, “your Mother is on the roof.”

So anytime there is something maybe not-so-great on the horizon to brace ourselves for, we say things like, “looks like we need to put the cat on the roof with Big that he will need glasses someday.” or “the dentist put the cat on the roof that the kids’ll need braces.”

It sounds stupid when I type it all out, but there you go. I have almost used the phrase “well, it looks like the cat’s on the roof” SO MANY TIMES here, but thought it would be an ordeal to explain what I meant.

Now you know. And I can quit editing myself. FINALLY.

Father’s Day Quiz

In CategoryNavel Gazing

For Father’s Day, I decided to see how well the kids know their Daddy. Hopefully, this will be funny or sweet and I can count it as part of his gift. Otherwise I will be braving the crowds at Hobby Lobby.

Big is our son and he is 7, Little is our daughter and she is 5.

My comments are in italics.

What is Daddy good at?
Big: Doing computer-y stuff
Little: Work

What is Daddy not good at?
Big: Spelling
Little: Coloring

What is Daddy’s job?
Big: Working on his computer, going to meetings
Little: To get money (bwhahahaha!)

What is Daddy’s favorite food?
Big: Pulled Pork (? I don’t know where that came from)
Little: Cake

What do you and Daddy do together?
Big: Go to WalMart and do boring shopping
Little: I’m stumped

Okay, what is your favorite thing to do with Daddy?
Big: Play outside
Little: Cuddle

How are you and Daddy the same?
Big: We are both boys
Little: We are not the same (unspoken: omg mom, do you not see that I am a cute little girl? keep UP)

How are you and Daddy different?
Big: He’s bigger
Little: Our hair

What is your favorite thing about Daddy?
Big: I don’t know (sorry, dude. I tried. just assume there are too many to choose from)
Little: His kisses

What is Daddy’s favorite thing about you?
Big:  he was at a loss. I tried to persuade him to say Daddy loved his turkey-buttedness, but he declined
Little: My sweetness

How do you know Daddy loves you?
Big: He hugs me
Little: *mwah* no mom! don’t write “kisses,” write *mwah!*  okay, jeez

Things I’ve Learned

In CategoryNavel Gazing

…. by reading 16 back issues of Us Weekly in a row.

• Suri Cruise is HILARIOUS. I can’t not love a blog devoted to making fun of celebrity children.

• I don’t know who anyone is anymore. Kellen Lutz? Who is that? Someone from a movie about vampires? Or maybe that stupid Hunger Games series? Something geared toward 14 year old girls, I’m sure of that much.

Literature is dead. We should all just accept it.

I realized when proofreading this post that I am complaining about the quality of modern books in a post solely about the contents of a gossip magazine. And I wasn’t even being ironic. So there’s that.

• Someone called Brittany Snow tells her dog daily affirmations, because she is insecure. The dog is, I mean.

• Mariah Carey named her twins Moroccan and Monroe, apparently specifically so they could go with the nicknames “Roc” and “Roe.”

Which is not stupid at all, so quit being a Judgey McJudgeyPants. Jeez. You people know nothing about the trials of being famous.

(side note – isn’t “moroccan” more of an adjective?)

• Kourtney and Kim Kardashian have excellent taste in men. Bwa ha ha ha ha NO.

• The Bachelor is never going away. It’s upsetting.