RSV3

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.

All in a Day's Work

My job rocks!

and I rock my job!

Do you feel like you should go floss now? You should.

So, this guy comes in, 68 years old, and has never had his teeth cleaned. Why did he choose this as the opportune time? 50 year high school reunion of course! When he opened, it was like Christmas and I shed a small tear of joy. I was thrilled to actually use my mad skills to their full potential. You can actually see the indentations in his gums where the tartar was resting. (I saved the pieces for a while, but Guinness book didn't call me back, so I let them go.)

P.S. Yes, those are my bare fingers in the pictures pulling down his lip. My hair and arms and skin parts not covered by clothing or glasses or mask were already covered in his blood and chunks of germ-coated tartar what was a little spit on my fingers going to do?
And, no, he's not the least concerned with the broken off tooth or the BAC's (big A-- cavities,) he's got clean teeth (that are now loose because all of the supporting tartar is gone.)


That's all. I'm off to the Be-otch!

This is why I'm hot.... or not... (RSV2)

Emily, I don't have anything to say! So, if anyone has any complaints about how lame this post is, direct all annoyed comments to her. Anyhow, all of my posts could be titled "Random Sampler version __," (acronym RSV_) but in an effort to keep you all posted on my typical daily life, here it goes.

Last week, my neighbors were out of town and so I got their mail. I thought we got a lot, but I was mistaken. This pile measured 6 inches high and had every single catalog printed during the month of July, and was topped with a box of checks. I loved looking at each catalog from Crate and Barrel to Lillian Vernon to Scouting... what a treat. I was dying to open the checks, just to see what kind they get, but resisted the temptation.


On Friday, I thought about making banana bread. It sounded good, and I thought Oakley would eat it, because he won't eat baby food anymore (apparently he's developed a sophisticated palate at 1) and has no teeth so I need something that will mush easily. I had heard from someone that when your bananas get ripe to put them in the freezer and it keeps them so you don't have to make bread right away. I had noticed that they had been getting continually blacker and didn't think much of it. I got them out to make bread and let them thaw out, but they were like raisin bananas, and it grossed me out too much. Jason was greatly relieved, (he's been freaked out by the bananas for a few months) and I made pancakes instead, and Oakley INHALES them.


Living with boys sometimes sucks. Who wants to walk into this?


To help his future wife, I'm trying to teach Oakley to start putting things away when he gets them out. He's good at getting them out, but not so good at putting away. So, instead I make him sit in a chair with nothing to play with and watch me clean up.


I don't think it's working / my child is so spiritual, I think he's trying to be a shepherd. When are Easter Pageant try outs?


Lastly, today I got home from Target and JoAnns and realized my zipper was down, and I hope it made someone's day (oooh, scary kitty.)

Day Makers!

Who doesn't love the simple joys in life?
Here are my most recent:

1.) Can you believe how thoughtful Crisco is? I almost jumped for joy when I saw this at the store, and then it was on sale for less than the store brand! This JUG of oil is designed fabric softener style with an easy pour spout and the lid is a measuring cup! What a fantastic idea! Now, I don't have to dirty another measuring cup! (When I'm cooking all the time with lots of ingredients...)

2.) My kid does have enough hair to get bed head! It was amazing, him faking like he was sleeping enough to get this crazy MOP! Oh, and he makes hideous faces. (Apparently I unknowingly play the ugly face game?)

3.) I won. After 30 minutes followed by another 45 minutes of SCREAMING, Oakley did, finally, go to sleep. And I got a fabulous shower and shaved my legs and have a spotless kitchen. I can ignore a baby. We'll see how that goes tonight. (Maybe my friend Ben (adryl) will need to spend the night.)

4.) Harry Potter movie comes out tonight! I'm probably not going to see it because it is so much better in my head, but I still love all the hype! It's so exciting!

(and I want this shirt)

On a not day maker note... Ginormous has made it into Webster's dictionary as of today. I hate the word, but will no longer be totally annoyed when any of you say it.


Oh well, 4 out of 5 isn't bad! Love ya'll!

Happy Birthday my Baby Boy!

Last year today it was raining. I think the angels were sad to give up this little one. Time goes too fast. Cheers to you, my wonderful child! XOXOXO!