Ever had one of those days where you look at your kid and think...this one can't be mine.  My child is happy, well adjusted, and well behaved.  WHAT is GOING ON?!

Well...know you're not alone.

MCHF's LSF offered much amusement last week.

For me, anyway. :D

Here is the text I received from MCHF:

LSF refused to eat her breakfast this morning.  So, at 7:16, we loaded up.  She just screamed for 30 minutes on our ride to school.  


Waiting to drop off, I asked her if there was anything that was hurting, and if she did not feel good. 

She said, "Yeah.  My throat hurts from all this screaming.  WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?!"

When the carpool lady opened the door, LSF was screaming, "THIS LADY DOESN'T FEED HER CHILDREN!!!"

The carpool lady saved her.  She pulled her out of the car probably to save her from me.  


MDH (my darling husband) just came in and asked me why I was in bed.  

I told him, "I was just on the front lines of a battleground, and I think I may have PTSD."

He said, "I know how you feel.  The Aggies just lost a recruit."

It's rough out there.

MCHF was a SAHM (stay-at-home-mom) for a while, and then she decided to re-join the work force.

After about 2 years, she decided to go back to being a homemaker.

If you've ever been both, then you probably know that both jobs have their own challenges, and neither one is necessarily easier than the other.

Well, the other day I got this text from MCHF (it's almost a beatnik poem):
Start the bongos, Gilligan...


Housewife nightmares.

Spill laundry detergent down the front of you in the laundry room, strip down to underwear...

Blast!  

You finished all the laundry yesterday.  

Start running up the stairs to change, 

realize that you left all of the downstairs windows open.  

Use a tall laundry basket to cover your half naked body, 

walk up backwards so neighbors don't see your a**.  

Halfway up, you see the UPS man...

He did not make me sign for the package.  

I need a desk job. :)


*snap* *snap* *snap* *snap*

So, MCHF has two daughters.  One is in 3rd grade and one is in pre-k.  The 3rd grader definitely has the personality of the oldest child, and the little one is a spit-fire to say the least. :D

Let's call them TFB (Typical First Born)

and LSF (Little Spit-Fire)

So, MCHF and her DH are die hard Texas A&M Aggies.  I mean...they bleed maroon.  They even eat and breathe maroon.  A&M paraphernalia can be found in items strewn throughout the house, on and in their vehicles, in their wardrobe, and of course...in the indoctrination of their children.  Whoooop!

(I find it chuckle-worthy that the house they are renting has the house number painted on the curb in burnt orange with a UT Longhorn beside it [snicker].)  But, I digress...

One day after school, MCHF picked up her kids and as LSF loaded in the car, she said:

"Now, I'm going to show you guys something, and you are not going to like it. I want you to remember that my teacher drove a very long way to get this and she was very kind to think of my class. I love my teacher very much and expect you to be nice. Prepare yourself." 

**Pregnant Pause**

She then whipped out a Baylor banner, and they all screamed, "AHHHHHHH!!  MY EYYYYEESS!!!"

Very seriously, LSF replied, "I warned you guys." **Dramatic pause** "We can get through this".

Hello!  And welcome to my Blog appropriately titled, My Curly Haired Friend.

This blog is to share with you the stories of my curly haired friend (MCHF) and her family which are quite hysterical.

Of course, since you don't know them, you may not find them as funny as I do, but they'll definitely make you smile, or at the very least, crack a lopsided grin. :D...so here you go.

The stories of MCHF begin...

(p.s. No, my friend is not Marion Cotillard, nor is she French.  But, I thought it would be nice to have a visual aid. :D)