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I think I'm funny sometimes.
Like today when I wore Lee Press-on princess nails to work. I laughed. And I'm missing a thumb.

Sometimes others are incredibly funny. I saw two license plates that proved as much this last week.
#1: Handicapped plate said: IHURT. If I were a doctor's office and that pulled up - I'd run and lock the door. There's no helping them.

#2: CHWBACA - then- they had a sticker on their window of WWCD?

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So, this is what I was up to this last weekend, and why the blog posts had come to a screeching halt. YM/YW back to school retreat. It was fun even though I looked like a man. We did a singing bee, and the bee costumes fell through, so we just wore shiny jackets and sombreros and wings. It worked. And, yes, we thought we were funny. Funniest part of this was when the YM president walked in while Christy (middle) was changing and just kept talking until he reailzed she was half uncovered, then when he put on her pants as part of his costume and still wore them after he found out that they were her real pants.

(I did a side pony and thought it was pretty cute, but immediately put the hat on because I'm not that brave.)


Oh, and this is Carissa whom I affectionately describe as girl Napoleon Dynomite who belted all of the Fergie songs at the tippytop of her vocal chords for the 3.5 hour car ride including the words to Glamorous ..."back when I had a mustache..." I laughed, but unfortunately she didn't hear because of the head phones. _________________________________________________________________

Lastly, my son looks like the pickle licker, or, Bart Simpson sometimes does a face like this.

Yes, this is truly random.

Done.

It was amazing. My Jacob tattoo is no longer up for grabs. Neither is Edward's, but it never was.
mmm...vampires

Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens...

So, I was tagged a while back, and have been taking my sweet time getting to it, but now, I have nothing to post, so I feel it an appropriate time to cross this off my list.

So, this is the 7 random things one, but I don't know how many I'll come up with and random things might be changed to favorite things.

So...

#1:
I love lists. I like to make them and cross everything off. I include things such as shower and nap and things I've already gotten done to have more to cross off.

#2:
Almost as much as lists, I love calendering. When I'm stressed out, I get out my calendar and look at it, and think of all the possible little tiny things to include on it. Additionally, I am incredibly picky about my calendar and will only write on it in pencil and in very small print.

#3:
I love boys with very little hair. I LOVE summer buzzes, which is why I made my bald baby get a buzz .I tried to make Jason, but he said he wants to hold onto what hair he has left. I love to feel it and enjoy the view of a perfectly round head and little ears that poke out a tad.Jason's hair girl, Erin, did such a good job cutting it even with a child batting at her hands.

#4:
If I had 100 million dollars, here is what I'd do:
Pay off all of my family members' houses or get them into a house up to about $400,000. Buy a little bigger house (35o0 sq. feet, one level, bigger lot with a pool and pretty pretty landscape.)
Buy a beach house in Newport, somewhere on the ocean between 40th and 60th streets.
Buy a bunch of shoes. Hire someone to make all of my scrapbooks. Put a sheet on all the cash and sleep on a pile of money.Oh, beach, I love you. Someday when I get lots of money, I'll come to stay.I wish adult tummies that were nice and round were this cute, then I'd feel okay about getting one.

#5:
I have a very strong sense of smell coupled with an infatuation with smelling things. So what this means to you, don't think you can get away with things around me, I'll know!
My favorite smells: WD40, bleach, perms, freshly mowed lawns.
Least favorite smells: grass catcher/green barrell/rotten grass, smelly deodorant, especially Degree.
Most interesting smell I've come across: this one lady's breath smelled like the beach. I didn't hate it, didn't love it, it was just so weird!
(Now to put you all at ease: those whom I have seen in the dental chair, I don't notice breath unless it is very unique. I'm running through all of you in my mind, and I can't think of a single one of you that I have ever noticed your breath. Relax.)

#6:
I didn't think that I really liked the name of our son, Oakley, until I found out today someone named their dog that and I was a bit protective and sad yet flattered at the same time. So I ask you, which is cuter?-OR-
I hate you if you choose the dog.

Um, that's all for now. I can't think of anything else, and I'm putting myself to sleep with how boring this is.
I do have an amazing picture that I took with my phone, and as soon as I can figure out how to download it, I'll be doing a new - short - post.

P.S. The store was out of Eclipse!!! Had I known I HAD to reserve a book in order to get one, I would have. How is it? I'm dying to know. I called Changing Hands and they are holding a signed one for me (they are so nice since I'm sad about not being able to go to the event) and I'm picking it up tomorrow at 1. sigh...Edward/Peter Petrelli/whatever his name was on Gilmore Girls.