December 2009
134 posts
Better late than never
“There was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus.”
I am officially in love with Love Actually.
But were they yellow, Son?
The Boy woke me up this morning to tell me he had “the weirdest dream of my life!”
His Dream in His words:
“Mrs. Cremeans (one of the 1st Grade teachers) gave us a couple of popcorn kernels. She told us that if we peed on them, baby ducks would hatch out from them. So I took mine into the bathroom and peed on them. And guess what, Mom! I got a Momma duck, three baby ducks and a...
Reason #5,789
Why I love my parents:
Stepfather after hugging me hello: “have you lost weight?”
Me: “um, not sure.”
Him: “well, I do. You’re like a little Skinny Minny.*”
me: “um, thanks!”
*I think this is a good thing, yes?
Confessions of a Mom
First of all, I have to say that my son is one of the funniest human beings to ever walk this wild planet.
Secondly, I must apologize to his awesome father because I have inadvertently gotten him addicted to Words with Friends.
His final words before falling asleep last night and his first words upon waking this morning were: “Is anyone showing under ‘Your Move’?”
Lastly,...
I am retarded
I don’t know how to do hashtags, sorry :(
SHHHHHHHH!!!!
I HATE THIS SOUND!
Seriously, people, it it sooooo much louder and more annoying to me than whatever is trying to be made quiet.
my family is very loud #I may kill them in their sleep #just kidding, sort of #send help!
Watchbeeborg:
tinyclicks:
I got Bee some yellow boots for Christmas. This is her reaction.
Disclaimer: Recipients of yellow boots have been known to exhibit the following symptoms: jumping, stomping, clomping, dancing, and general merriment.
This video makes me laugh! I’m such a kid! I don’t even take a step after I put on my yellow boots, I just start bouncing in them!! FLYING BOOTS!
Watch...
Ugh, insomnia.
I’ll drink to that!
elizabite:
redcloud:
guillee:
I hate this. Why does sleeping have to be so difficult?
Because you are not drunk and at Steve’s house.
I am still awake too. And not drunk or at Steve’s house.
Good morning and Merry Christmas
The Boy slept through the night on the couch in a failed attempt to “see if Santa is real.”
Oh well, another year, kiddo!
He woke me up with two phrases: “He came and he’s here!” My sleepy brain managed to decipher this correctly as Santa came and Daddy is here. A miracle indeed!
ruthakers:
During the days.
They fill my time.
They take the lonely and shove it to the back, like the one remainging goth in Glee club.
They make it okay.
They keep the silence I feel at bay.
But at night.
When the world is silent.
When the macaroni and cheese has been cleaned up, and the diapers are all changed.
When they snore the tiny snores of sleeping babes, and the darkness consumes my...
No, seriously. I have a crush.
tinyclicks:
funsizebytes:
tinyclicks:
paulewogblog:
aimee-b-loved:
If you need me, I’ll be in my pillow fort. Dying of girly embarrassment.
*sigh*
I have like 40 of them.
Skank.
Brave talk coming from the man who is dating one girl while being my wife’s second husband…
Kettle.
Do as I say, not as I woo.
Just saw this, ROFL with a lady boner!
Perspective
onesmallfire:
She hid it until my birthday a month later. Then she told my brother and I. Then my nephew came into the room and we all pretended nothing was wrong and I opened the presents I no longer cared about.
I may have less than $100 in my bank account and I just might hate my job and I’m not too happy about the fact that I still live in Kansas, but dammit, MY MOTHER BEAT CANCER THIS...
Bathtime
The Boy fights it and fights it and fights it and then stays in for an hour.
The power of the sense of smell
The Boy just smelled his uncle brewing a pot of coffee downstairs at Grammy’s house. He immediately jumped off the bed where we’ve been snuggled up playing Words with Friends together and Ran downstairs yelling, “Uncle Mike brought us Dunkin Donuts!!!”
I call this “smell association” - so powerful!
And so it begins...
The Boy is questioning the existence of Santa, and by questioning, I mean, DEAR GOD MAKE THEM STOP!!!
I have heard pretty much every variation on who Santa is, how he gets to each house, which is his favorite entry point, does he have helpers, can reindeer really fly, what happens when he runs out of wrapping paper & tape, and the list goes on and on and on and on and on…
Please send...
mayafish:
ampersands:
worldwarmike:
X-MAS is how my father used to write “Xmas” on my present when I was a kid, living in a trailer park. So soooorry if that’s how I prefer to write it to honor my childhood.
The X in X-mas is from the Greekletter Chi, which is the first letter of Χριστός, Christ in Greek.
Lady boner for Maya! I am so glad you are our wife ;)
