Thursday, December 17, 2009

Pioneer Woman Cook Book Giveaway

Family Stories


( Remember the story we were talking about when we took this picture, haha )

What are your funny, silly, or embarrassing family stories?  The ones that everyone in the family only has to see a look or hear a word to know where the story is about to go.  As you all know, I am a fan of the Pioneer Woman and today I am giving away an autographed copy of her cookbook.




  So, I am going to tell you the funny story the Pioneer Woman and I share.

 We both have a "Wetsy" - No mine is not named Betsy, but she was a "Wetsy" none the less.

( PW's Wetsy with my Wetsy )
  If you have been on The Pioneer Woman's site for more than five minutes (I'm going to assume you have, otherwise it would be weird that you are trying to win her cookbook) you know that she lovingly calls her sister "Wetsy" because she used to pee in the bed.  Well, I can remember letting my sister spend the night in my bed only to wake up to stinky, wet, peed on hair.  I would whine and complain to my mom but when the next night came around, I would let her back in.  I guess I was a glutton for punishment or just enjoyed a reason to whine.  Don't worry, I did my share of torture too.  She played countless hours of Barbies and endured make-overs too many to count.  These are the ties that bind us closer than friendship, it's sisterhood.  What are your funny stories?



To enter the contest just tell us your family story in the comment section and Wetsy and I will pick our favorite.  I will announce the winner Saturday morning.  Try to make us laugh so hard we .......





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15 comments:

Kat said...

Oh, I would SO love to win this, I was there too but wasn't able to get PW's autograph.

One of my family's favorite stories involves our old Boxer, Hobbes. I woke up early one morning to let him out to go pee. Instead of holding onto his leash as he ran back up the stairs into the house, I let go of it assuming he would just go in on his own. Well, he did go in on his own, but not before hooking the end of his leash onto a small, wrought iron bookcase that was sitting on the floor holding a few paperbacks. I came in the house behind him and couldn't figure out what the terrible, loud, thunderous, crashing noise was coming from the house. In an instant, a furry blur raced through the kitchen, down the hall, through the living room and back through the kitchen again. I thought, what in the world...

I couldn't catch him, he was so freaked out by the bookcase on the end of the leash that he kept running faster and faster, the faster he ran, the faster the bookcase chased him since it was attached to the end of his leash. Lap after lap, he raced through the house, the bookcase swinging wildly airborne behind him. Finally, I timed it just right and managed to tackle him as he rounded the corner one last time into the kitchen.

He left a wake of disaster behind him. He dented the fridge, the stove, the walls, knocked over stools and that's not even the worst of it. I went into the living room, scratched my head and thought, hmm, something doesn't look right, where's the coffee table? He had hooked that too on one of his frenzied laps of terror and sent it flying into a heap in the corner of the living room, crumpled and smashed to bits.

I then had to go upstairs and tell my parents, who, by some miracle didn't hear the massive earthquake that had just happened downstairs. My mom came out, I was totally crying and thought they were going to kill me for the mess that Hobbes made and my mom just looked at me and said, "What are you crying for, you didn't make the mess..." (I was in my early twenties at the time.)

When my dad came downstairs he just shook his head, looked at the dog and said, "Geez Hobbes, that was some anchor you were dragging."

Meninheira said...

Hi from Spain!! :)

Thanks for visit and coment in my blog, I'm glad you like my garland.

Hugs and Merry Xmas to you and your family

Meni

(I love your Kitchen!!)

JUST ME, THE MOM said...

I can barely remember the time when my sister and I weren't just the greatest of friends, although I do remember many disagreements over borrowed clothing and messy rooms :)

Kristin

Anonymous said...

Whoa, your commenters are early risers! I am up with my coffee ready to read your post and never expected to already have comments too. This is going to be fun...

Brooke said...

visiting from Mari's blog...

i still get teased mericlessly for my cowboy boots growing up. i was a skin and bones growing up (my how things change!) and when i was about 8 my mom got me a pair of cowboy boots. i loved the boots so i wore them everywhere. even to the howard johnson indoor swimming pool. i just wore my bikini and the boots. :) they got a picture - and sure enough i was the goofiest thing you ever saw. but the picture has...ahem...disappeared. no clue what happend to it. no clue at all :D

Lauri said...

I would have to say I would always be bugged by my older brothers friends because of my very white hair as a child. And it also happened to stand straight up on end and was very puffy for a lack of words to describe it. I somehow got various nicknames due to my hair such as Flossy, Mr. George Washington (that one to this day I still cannot figure out who thought of it). But I do have many pictures of me in my PJ's Christmas morning with that hair of mind standing straight up. My boys think is quite funny.

Crystal said...

the pioneer woman is great! thanks for the love on my blog! made sure to become a follower of yours so i can keep up with you too! have a blessed Christmas! hugs!

Jess B said...

In high school, my best friend, who I consider my sister and I stole a Christmas tree. I'm not talking that we drove to a tree lot and took a precut one. Or that we ran out under the cover of darkness from our local Walmart. We drove around on country roads until we found one that we liked...and then we cut it down with a handsaw we borrowed from her dad. Then, we proceeded to rummage through all of his ornaments for a box full and some garland and lights and dropped it off for another friend. He and his girlfriend had recently split up and he wasn't "in the mood" for Christmas. So, we provided him a little cheer. When we see him, to this day, he always reminds us of that...and let's us know that YES, he does have a tree for fear we will go get another one for him. :)

Terry in Indiana said...

When we were young, my 2 younger sisters and I had a pony named Beauty, who was so gentle and tame and cooperative, but in her older years became blind. I, being the oldest, liked to be the boss and would come up with elaborate make-believe games that always involved my sisters doing what I told them to do. One day, I decided we were all going to be pioneer girls, heading west on our pony Beauty. So we loaded up Beauty with all the trappings pioneer girls might need, including a string of pots and pans hanging from her saddle horn, and set my youngest sister, probably about 6 years old at the time, on the saddle while my 8-year-old sister and my own 11-year-old self walked alongside as we journeyed across our pasture "prairie."
All was well until something spooked Beauty and she took off running BLINDLY across the field. As she ran, the pots and pans clattered together, only scaring her more and causing her to run even faster. I'm sure all our screaming didn't help the situation either!
Luckily, my youngest sister couldn't hang on and fell off before Beauty stumbled and fell herself. Neither child nor animal was hurt that day (a miracle, really!), but it sure has given us a lot of laughs over the years thinking about our blind, runaway pony with my sister desperately clinging to her mane for dear life!

Cha Cha said...

Hey Wetsy, do you remember when we would take you in the dark room beside the bed and make you close your eyes and we convinced you we were going on the secret elevator to the secret room and you couldn't open your eyes or we would all be in trouble. I am sorry for an perment damage that may have caused.

Anonymous said...

I remember a lot of torture that I endured maybe that is why I peed your head every night. I remember getting the stew scared out of me butt naked in the bath tub when I thought I was all alone only to have you jump out from behind the vanity and throw all of my clothes at me...which I caught as I screamed bloody naked murder. I remembering falling off a shetland pony and breaking my arm at 6 years old only to now know that you were the one left responsible for saddling our horses and mine flipped and went underbelly and broke my elbow. At least you did carry me home. I remember having Sun-in put in my hair at a very early age maybe that is why it is so dry...still. I could go on but I would like to think you loved me and if I keep thinking back I may start playing with my belly button for comfort.

Carolyn @ My Backyard Eden said...

Hi Cha Cha! I'm so glad you stopped by my blog so I could discover yours!

I think it's funny you have a Wetsy. I have three brothers that I was always trying to get away from. I barely let them into my room, so I definitely never got pee in my hair!

Here's my funny family story: My Grandma Mae was a very prim and proper lady...until she had a couple of cocktails. Every holiday she would stand up to give a toast that started,

"Here's to the girl with the red shoes,
She takes your money and she takes your booze..."

The toast just gets worse from there...you can use your imagination. Anyway, everytime we'd get together for any holiday, she'd start up with her toast. When she got older, she started to get dementia, but never gave up her toast. Sometimes, she'd try to do it two or three times in one evening! My brothers and I would all look at each other and snicker. We thought she was hilarious.

She's gone now and I miss her. I'd love to have her back so she could lead her special toast!

Lauri said...

Addition to my post earlier: I also just remember another nickname I received due to my hair - Mop n Glow apparently I looked like I could mop the floor. Don't worry I didn't get traumatized from the name calling I think all the tight perms my mom gave me to control the hair traumatized me. It is great reading the stories.

Jen @ homeinthecountry said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog and commenting on my stockings! :) I love old family stories! When my sister and I were younger, I used to make her sleep in my room, and we would sleep back-to-back so that monsters couldn't sneak up on us... It was a good technique - we were never eaten by monsters in our sleep! :)

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