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2011

Cripes... Where have YOU guys been??   Seriously, I've been here the whole time... 


*crickets*


Well, ok... I'm here for my quarterly blog post then, I guess


In true "me" fashion... I don't have the patience to actually formulate a compete blog post, so here's the random run-down... 

I hate snow.  Like honestly could do with out it for the rest of my life and be perfectly content.

Snowklahoma has had WAY too much of the white stuff lately, 16" since last Tuesday. Another 2" tomorrow and a possible 10" on Wednesday makes me want to pull my hair out.

I wouldn't make a very cute bald girl.

I'm convinced that children have the inherent ability to make snow angels.   I asked AG to make one today and she automatically laid down and flapped her arms.  First time angel maker, already knew what she was doing. Amazing.


AG is starting to outgrow some of her "sayings."   I hate that she doesn't say "chocolate milkit" anymore, but my current favorite is "I don't I know" when you ask where something is. 


AG will be a big sister in June.  She wants to name her new little brother "Sister" and share her stick horse with him. 


*note to self:  teach AG the importance of keeping sticks (horse or no) away from babies before June*


I know I just did this like 3 years ago, but I don't really remember what it's like to have a baby.


Well, not the physical act of having a baby... I remember that part.   I remember that part all too well.

I wish babies really were delivered by storks.

And by delivered, I mean dropped on your doorstep, not like doctor delivered...   That would make the whole baby-having experience even MORE awkward if there was some strange long-legged bird in the room, wearing a face mask telling me to push.  

Word to the wise...

Avery, while a big fan of whole bananas, absolutely detests half bananas. 

It is easy to peel a banana, but impossible to wrap it back up.  

Even if you husband has assured you that your outfit is both office and age appropriate, you will misinterpret looks from others all day.  

Leggings will always make me think of 1980s maternity wear. 

When in doubt about your outfit of choice, try to stand near to someone wearing overalls.  You will always look better than someone in overalls. 

A person in overalls is a rare find today.  Be sure to take full advantage.   

Lessons in self-esteem

Avery:  (while pointing to a prominent stretch mark on my hip/thigh)  Mommy, Wha ooze dat??

Me:   Nothing, but thank you for reminding me not to cross my legs while wearing shorts. 

A:  Huh? 

M:  Nothing

A:  Wha ooze dat? 

M:  A sign that I'm a good mother

A:  Huh?   

M:  Nothing

A:   Stank? 

M:  No, that's not a snake!  

A:  Oh...  (long pause)     Worm???

If you need me I'll be throwing out every pair of shorts that I own... 

String of thoughts...

Tonight, while eating dinner, I described the texture of my pasta as being play-doh-y.   RG felt it necessary to point out that that I didn't really need the "play" prefix.   Rude.  True, but rude. 

I guess that mere seconds before I made that comment, it hadn't occurred to me that "doughy" is indeed, a word. 

Less than an hour after making said rude comment, RG was struck with a fever. 

I have friends in high places. 

Or maybe the fever is because everyone else in our house except RG has had a fever.  

Even the bouncy cow. 

The Grammercy Chair from Ballard Designs rocks my world. 

Subway art is over done, there I said it.  

When RG's clothes are in the dryer, it sounds like something is fighting for its life in there.   

Speaking of fighting for your life, there was a wasp in the revolving door at my office last week.   Leaving for the day was like playing bee sting roulette. 

I really don't like bees.  or any bugs for that matter.  

Snakes count as a bug.  So do spiders. 

One of those is obviously more logical than the other one.  

I'll let you decide for yourself which one. 

If you can't decide, maybe we shouldn't be friends. 

Or maybe we should... 

I'll be the smart friend. 

Time to distribute the Tylenol. 

Drink FAIL

Commitment: FAIL

2 weeks in a row, no Make Me Laugh Monday...  I have no excuse except maybe I forgot it was Monday, but I don't know that you can actually FORGET that you weekend is ending and it's back to the grind...

BUT, here is something (someone, rather) who makes me laugh everyday.  RG   This post in particular cracked me up, because it was an actual event.     I just saw a mythical creature!   Here's a scene from the car leading up to the event:

RG:  Oh my!
Me:  What?
RG:  You need to slow down
Me:  *scanning the road for police/speed traps*  Why?  I'm not going THAT fast...
RG:   No no no no no... Slow down and look into this car you just passed.  There's like a Cockatoo or something driving. 
Me:  What?!?  I'm not slowing down... They're going like 10 under.
RG:  Do it, Do it.  You won't be sorry....

And he was right... I wasn't... and we had a laugh for the rest of the day. 

Oopsie!

 I missed Make me Laugh Monday because I've been a little under the weather.  I've had a flu-ish sickness that I just can't seem to get rid of... bummer.   Sometimes my sneezes scare Avery, like this...



Anywho, I'll be back with some more news and a working link to Avery's birth story. (oopsie again!)   I'm off to make a TP scarf.  AAAACHHHOOO!

Make Me Laugh Monday

Agggh... These next 2 weeks already have my stress-level through the roof.   Yeesh... I don't want to think about it.   Let's laugh instead!! 

Awkward...

There's a pretty good chance that since we all were children in the 80s, looking at this website is a little bit scary.   Scary in that, one of OUR family photos could easily be on this site.  True Story.

Here is my recent fave. 

Enjoy!

What would yours say?

A friend sent me this link today.  
I actually haven't made it through the entire video because I have to keep stopping it.
Clients probably wouldn't appreciate if I cried on their documents.
I also saw that Kelly had a post on her blog where she shared her own "Cardboard Testimony".