Funny Kid

I realized my youngest is either Greek or Jewish. Today after hubby poured new food into the cat's dish, she kept picking up Dusty, takeing her to the food dish and saying "Eat, eat, eat, eat..." hehehehe... gotta love that kid.

Monkey Sandwich!

That's a name my sister and I came up with for a certain family member who has a nasty little habit of giving people very unflattering nick-names behind their bat. He calls my grandmother the Bat, my aunt who has MS is Gimpy, my sister is Spring (because he says she can't sit still), I'm Turtle (because I'm slow to do anything in his book). He thinks this is funny. My sister came up with the phrase Monkey Sandwich, I thought it fit him rather well. So now he's Monkey Sandwich who is married to The Only Living Heart Donor.

And Now For Something Really Stupid...

I saw this questionaire on someone elses blog (I was bored, I don't even know this person) but I thought it was so stupid I would post it and answer it. Really it's something that I would expect on the blog of a 13 or 14 year old, but this person is MY AGE - 31! BWHAHAHAHAHA - and she answered all the stupid questions. I'm going to fill in my answers on some of these, sarcastic comments on others. I know, bitchy to dog on this but... hey I'm in a mood tonight (need more sex).

1. Age: 31 and hot ;o)
2. Sex: yes - not nearly as offten as I'd like
3. Location: texas
4. Name: Judy
5. Name you wish you had: Judy is a bumpkin name or the name of a Time Life operator "Hi this is Judy, how can I take your order?" I always wanted something classy like Elizabeth or Victoria - but most of the Elizabeths I've know have turned out to be spineless and all of the Victorias have turned out to be dippy and snide. I'd like something unusual and kind of Porn Star-ish. I think that would be cool now in my life. Something like Candy or Cherry or some food name so that I could make stupid food inuendo. I'd probably be Cherry Godiva Truffle. I like that.
6. The last person you slept with: you mean slept as in snooze or slept as in booty call? God knows why anyone would care about either...
7. Beer or Liquor: Depends on my mood. I generally don't drink.
8. Children: 2 kids - Super Girl - 4 and Cabbage Patch 1
9. If you had one wish what would it be: For sex, hot hot fabulous sex every time... no no... money... then I could buy sex... yeah... money...
10. Tampons or pads: Ick - who wants to know that?
11. Favorite sex symbol: Harrison Ford... all night long... mmmmm
12. Biggest Druggie you know: What the fuck kind of question is that?
13. A cup or D cup: C cup - where is that in the question.. and who wants to know? Gonna buy me some naughty undies?
14. Cappuccino or Coffee: Urk. Yuck... neither...
15. Sex or Food: Sex... with food... ;o) Chocolate syrup can be fun fun fun...
16. Does size really matter: Talent is the only thing that matters... talent and creativity.
17. Shape: for what? what the fuck?
18. Cherries or Strawberries: Straberries - more fun - no pits
19. Chocolate or Whip Cream: Chocolate AND Whipped Cream
20. Horses or Cows: Cows are cute, so are horses... Always wanted a minature horse.... and a minature cow... do they make thoes?
21. Pigs or People: Huh? I just don't get that
22. Men or Women: Men... mmmmm..... men, men, men
23. Dodge or SAAB: Dodge
24. Work or Play: depends on who it's with.
25. Man's best friend or Woman's best friend: What does that mean?
26. Mickey or Minnie: neither....
27. Piglet or Pooh: pooh
28. Bed or Floor: depends on what is for... both can be fun.
29. Couch or Chair: what ever... stuid question...
30. Toilet or Tub: What the hell does this question mean?
31. Best Friends: D
32. Worst Enemies: I don't count people as enemies. If I don't like them, then I just don't count them as friends anymore.
33. Best Job: Baby Photographer
34. Worst Job: cleaning bathrooms
35. Black undies or White undies: hmmmm depends on the bra I'm wearing - I like to match
36. Tequila or Jack Daniels: tequila
37. Boxers or Briefs: For me or for someone else? Boxers are much sexier
38. On Deck or Below Deck: No fucking clue
39. 69 or Doggie: I have to choose just one?
40. Dream Car: PT Cruiser custom paint job
41. Type of car you drive: Ford Taurus
42. Word or Phrase you overuse: NO
43. Toothpaste: Aquafresh
44. Favorite Restaurant: sicilly's
45. Romance or Ambiance: where does hot nasty sex fall?
46. Favorite town to chill in: Where ever my friends are.
47. Favorite Ice Cream: hmmmm.... something chocolate... by Blue Bell.... Hagendaz used to make Midnight Cookies & Cream and that was the best Ice Cream I've ever had ever - Sex in a pint... oh baby good sex in a pint... mmmmm.... food-gasim.
48. What's your bed time: Midnight or I turn into a pumpkin... or something like that...
49. Favorite article of clothing: Leopard Print string bikini
50. Favorite Cologne/perfume: Paris
51. Favorite Song: eh, no clue... I like lots of music...
52. Favorite subject in school: art
53. Least Favorite subject: accounting
54. Favorite Sport to watch: Hockey!!!!!
55. Craziest person or funniest person you know: D - she is both... it's always an adventure with her.
56. Most humiliating moment: when I was in first grade my underware fell down while I was running out of the room to recess - my teacher saw.
57. Favorite Holiday: Halloween - love to dress up!
58. What kind of work do you want to do: I love being a baby photographer
59. Marriage or Shack up: marriage - I'm old fashioned. 'Shacking up' is trashy - especially if you have kids together - I mean fuck, just move into a trailer and get the 6 dogs. Sheesh... Have a little respect for your kids.
60. If You Could Streak in front of someone's' house whose would it be: Huh? Do people actually do that? and why?
61. Goofy or Regular: what? I don't get it.
62. Do you type with the correct fingers on the correct keys: Yup - 10 years of being a secretary helps
63. What is under your bed: dust, spare vibrator, shoes
64. Do you prefer mud wrestling or J-ello wrestling: What the fuck kind of question is that?
65. Favorite Things to do in the winter: Hmmm.. winter is such a fleeting thing here... take pictures
66. High School: Garland High School
67. Bacon Bits or Croutons: bacon, bacon, bacon!!
68. Hobbies:taking pictures, painting, drawing, tarot cards
69. Favorite Board Game: Hmmm.. not sure... Past Lives maybe
70. Do you ever save AOL conversations: do people do that?
71. What is the best number: 13
72. Where's the craziest place you've had sex: Hmm... tennis court or roof top of a hotel... or tram at the airport.
73. Biggest regret: Hmmm... not going to mention it here
74. Favorite Shampoo or Conditioner: do you really care? tre seme'
75. Do you believe in:

* Love at first sight: Yes
* Aliens: Not the kind that come from the sky, I know the others exist, seen plenty of them ;o)
* Ghosts: oh yeah

76. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: do I look like I'm 4?
77. Right, Left, Or Ambidextrious: right, with a good strong grip ;o)

The First Step Is Acknowledging You Have A Problem

(will finish that later)

hehehehe... damn these online quizes...


You're Bettie Page!


What Classic Pin-Up Are You?
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lol - this is funny, I really don't like Bettie Page - but I do agree with the discription. ;o)

SPIKE GETS A NEW HOME!

No no I didn't get rid of Spike. My sister gave me her unused 10 gallon fish tank. I set it up today after the little people got up from naps. Hubby bought a filter and an air pump attachment. I scrubbed out the tank and washed off all the rocks. Now it's up on the bar waiting for the end of next week when Spike can be transfered over to the big tank, then the new fish will join shortly after. I wasn't sure what to do as far as setting up the tank but thankfully there is an endless supply of information on the internet. All I had to do was clean out the tank, fill with water, hook up filter and air pump, wait a week, add fish. A lot eaiser than I anticipated. Super Girl is upset about the tank though, I was filling the new tank and she said "Hurry mommy! Spike is going to die!" hehehehe... I had to explain to her that Spike is fine, he won't die. Now she keeps asking when can she put Spike in the new tank. She has no concept of waiting a week - hell she has no concept of waiting period. She's so funny. I still have to get a lid and a light for the tank but I have a week for that. I'm not sure if I'm going to get live plants to go in the tank or not... It's a definite maybe. I've heard they can make the tank get dirty faster, and quite frankly I don't want to have to be cleaning the tank a lot. I know that sounds lazy, but fish are supposed to be one of thoes super easy low maintenance pets and that's how I want it. I'm excited about the tank though, can't wait to have a fish swimming around in there. :o)

OMG - L - I read your post re: offensive odors and almost wet my pants this morning. That was to damn funny. The smell of burning peat must have really burned (no pun intended) into your memory unpleasantness. And no that smell does not lend itself to making the landscape very 'picturesque' but your description is certainly 'picturesque'. I must go traveling with you!

A- I'm sure you have far more quint and lovely memories of Ireland, you spent a great deal of time there immersed in the culture. You have have two little half Irish kids (and one on the way) so I'm sure you have great memories of Ireland.

Awful Odors

L wrote about smells that she can't stand... I can totally identify. I dislike many strong odors. I run into a LOT of people (mostly men) who wear tons and tons of cologne - most of the time I run into these people while I'm in an elevator going from one floor to the next in the hospital. Ick. I can not stand the over cologned or over perfumed smells. I do wear perfume, but not that often and not that damn much. I don't mind people wearing pefume or cologne but I think that if I'm standing at a comfortable distance infront of you and can smell it, then you have to damn much on. I don't really want to smell it unless I'm very close to you. Like if I'm dancing close with a date (yeah I know I'm dreaming) then it's nice to smell it on my date. In fact I love when men do wear cologne, but lightly, nothing is sexier to me than the smell of a man fresh from the shower with just a hint of cologne or even no cologne but just deodorant. A nice clean smell is very appealing.

On to room deodorizers, etc. I generally can not stand them. I don't like the typical room freshener smells. although Crabtree and Evelynn makes a citris room spray that I absolutly LOVE - and while I was pregnant with Cabbage Patch I fell in LOVE with that smell - actually I love citris smells very much (odd because I generally dislike citris fruit). It smelled so clean and fresh. I like thoes kind of smells, not candy smells or fake flower smells. Nothing cloying - makes me want to gag. I do like some flower smells, but I have to be able to identify the smell, like roses - I love roses, but just a light fragrance. From working in the hospital, I've come to absolutly hate some floral scents (stargazer lilies are the top one I despise). I don't like scented laundry soap at all, and most fabric softeners fall into that cloying scent catagory. I hate the Glade type room fresheners - too strong, gives me a headache. I don't mind some incents, but not a lot of them - I tend to have to burn them in my bathroom because as I've mentioned on here before, it tends to smell like ass (and I do keep it clean, it has something to do with the toilet and the plumbing - have to keep one of thoes toilet freshener things in the tank to help with that, but it doesn't always work).

Smells I can't stand:
Cigaretts and coffee (just cigaretts also)
too much perfume or cologne (doesn't matter what it is)
body stink
stargazer lilys
over ripe fruit
raw onions
musty dog smell
most room deodorizers
industrial strength deodorizers
dog or cat excrement of any kind
baby formula
bad breath

And on that last one, bad breath, why is it that people with BAD BREATH have to get in your face to talk to you? Blech. I worked with this one guy who was so good looking, but had the worst breath, he would come to my desk and talk to me all the time, long winded conversations or explanations of what he needed me to do. Yikes, I liked the guy, but damn I hated him stinking up my cube with his ass breath. And the bosses I've had who had the stale coffee breath - uggh - help me. Or worse the few who had the stale coffee & too many cigarettes breath who had to come breath in my face. yuck.

OK, enough about that. I do like the smell of cooking. mmm.. that's gotta be the best way to make a house smell good - cook. :o)

DON'T DO MY LAUNDRY!

Today I'm taking some things out of the dryer, apparently hubby decided to do a load of laundry or two. This is an extreme rarity that he does laundry and even more rare that he does laundry that isn't just towels or his underware (generally desperation drives him to the laundry room). Today (or was it yesterday... I'm not exactly sure when the washer was actually run...) I find my BEST DRY CLEAN ONLY dress in the dryer... meaning... it went through the washer first... then tumbled around getting hot in the dryer... shrinking!!! SHRINKING!!! SHIT! I am really the only person to blame on this. I tossed the dress in a basket in the laundry room after the mock jury thing. I was going to wash the dress on delicate then hang it dry. I really thought it would be safe since hubby hardly ever steps foot in the laundry room unless dire circumstances dictate (out of undies and socks). Grr.... now my favorite dress... my beautiful red dress that I've had for 5 years and only wear about twice a year has been manhandled - and I mean MAN handled! - and is more than likely TOO small... shit. The dress is part rayon so I MAY be able to sort of fix it with a steam iron, but damn... my favorite dress... Hell I wouldn't even wear this on a date because I sure as hell would not want some guy pawing all over this great dress... now it's shrank... grrr..... death to husband.... Off to make a voodoo doll of my husband.

It's amazing what Duct tape can do...

Thoes imortal words were uttered by my husband... I don't know why... but it is funny... I don't want an explanation, the possibilities in my mind are much more entertaining.

Other strange things said at my house recently:

Don't put flowers up your nose.
I know you finished your breakfast, but you still can't have ice cream.
Aliens took the light from the fridge... really... no really...
No, no, don't whack daddy with the voodoo doll.

Grrr... I can't get something to show up on this stupid page... grrr....

L - I must concur - that site screams homo-erotic! hehehehehe....

A - I do wish that story were true - not that the guy actually was a time traveler, but just that someone would say that. I love that. hubby and I talked at length about that story and how much more interesting it would be if it really was true. hehehe.. I know... we need lives.

Somehow I knew I would be....

You are red. You are impure, but noble. You are precious and true to yourself and others. When you love, you love entirely, and will do anything to make your love happy. You are sure of your identity, therefore, you cannot change others or be changed. You are a true prince, you may be forgotten, but without you, none of us could go on.

What inner color are you?

Interesting little quiz, although I don't know any of these Jap-anime characters. I gotta stop taking these silly quizes - makes me look uninteresting...

(few minutes later)
I went to that quiz site to look at the other colors... freaky - the art work is kind of erotic but also hints of violence - kind of like some of the Jap-anime I watched a long long time ago (not my choice - boyfriend at the time loved it). It's almost disturbing. The only color that doesn't seem to have an erotic nature is PINK, but the rest do to varing degrees. Very odd.

Blue Bell - Best Ice Cream In the Country!

This evening, hubby went to the store to get french bread to go with dinner - I made crawfish etoufee - not my favorite thing to eat - at least not the way I made it tonight, but hubby loved it. Anyway - that man can never just get the item he says he will purchase, he came home with 3 bags of things, one contained 4 of the pints of Blue Bell. hehehehehe... Dutch Chocolate, Moo-lenium Crunch, Cookies and Cream and Good Heavens! - (a new flavor - Homemade Vanilla and Dutch Chocolate Ice Cream with Cookie Dough)... mmmmmmm... it's so nummy... a real diet buster, damn it's good. mmmm... must go.... need more ice cream now......

Flying Kites... SUCKS!

Today was another good day. I had this strange urge to take the little people out and fly kites with them. I had purchased 2 cheap $.99 kites at WalMart a few weeks ago and was just waiting for the weather to get nice enough (and the wind to die down a bit) to fly kites. Now let me just say that previously I had only flown a kite one time... one other time I TRIED to fly a kite for Super Girl, but it did not work out well and was just a bad bad horrible event to scare my childs psychie with - ok, slight exageration, it was to scare ME for rest of eternity. Anyway, hubby and I quickly assemble the kites and head out to the field near the town houses. Hubby just lifts the Elmo kite above his head and lets go - it's flying, soars up high and is going great. I attempt to do the same with the Barbie kite. The kite goes up for a moment, then comes back down... I try again... it makes a feeble fluttering sound before dropping to the ground. I toss the damn thing and jog a bit, it flies. It's up, flying - sort of - Then it flies over past the Elmo kite, takes a dip and flips around the kite string! Damn! I start pulling the kite string to bring it down, it starts flipping around Elmo's string - over and over... As it's coming down. Elmo keeps flying. I get Barbie within reach and start untangling.... I end up having to snap the line because it's to damn tangled.. but Elmo keeps flying! Grrr... I retie Barbie's string, move further away from hubby and get Barbie back up in the air. As soon as Barbie is flying, hand the string off to Super Girl and reach for my camera to take a picture, at that very moment the string breaks. Barbie flies a little bit, then plunges to the ground. I take off running to get the kite, everytime I get close the wind blows it further away. After a short while I think to myself "what the heck am I doing? Why am I chasing after a stupid $.99 kite! I'm not getting run over for that!" the kite fluttered off into the street then further off to where I couldn't see it. Super Girl was not happy that I didn't get the stupid kite - but life goes on. Elmo still flew. I sat down on the ground with Cabbage Patch and put flowers in her hair and took pictures, Super Girl held the string for Elmo. When it was time to go and pull Elmo in, I started to help, as soon as I pulled the string on Elmo, he PLUMMETED to the ground! Heck - I'm cursed - Kite Cursed. I'm not sure if this is a bad thing, and I'm not sure who would think to put such a curse on me... I might have to make a voodoo paper doll of them (such a lame curse doesn't deserve the time and effort of a real voodoo doll...) Here is a picture of Elmo flying, then a picture of my first kite disaster


And here are some of the flower pictures I took:


The wind was blowing pretty hard so it was hard to get really good focus on the flowers at times... that and 2 kids climbing on me. hehehehe...

Powell Quote (not sure how authentic this is. A friend of mine who is a real stickler for authenticating these types of statements sent this to me)


When in England at a fairly large conference, Colin Powell was asked by the Archbishop of Canterbury if our plans for Iraq were just an example of empire building by George Bush.

He answered by saying that, "Over the years, the United States has sent many of its fine young men and women into great peril to fight for freedom beyond our borders. The only amount of land we have ever asked for in return is enough to bury those that did not return."

It became very quiet in the room.

What a good day!!

I started my day off with a mad dash down to my orthodontist to get my braces tightened. I had made a calculated error when I made my appointment at my last torture session... I mean tightening... I had set my appointment for 8:30 am, meaning I would have to drive in rush hour traffic, something I dread just on a normal basis but having a car with a radiator issue it is sheer terror. As I approached the freeway my worst fears were confirmed, there was some kind of freaking accident on the highway backing it up way past my point of entry, so I'd need to take the alternate road. OK, fine, I head over, as I am driving I notice that my car has gotten hotter than it usually does... hubby drove the car to downtown Dallas yesterday for an interview and he said it over heated on the way back... apparently it decided to keep this disposition. So I drive there, sweating out the red lights (literally) watching my temperature gage go past the L in NORMAL and head for the red patch indicating HOT (which really means OVER HEATED Stop The Damn Car!). I got lucky most of the way there hitting mostly green lights, keeping the car at a pretty constant 45 mph, which helped to bring the temp down to the A and sometimes the M, but still running much hotter than usual - every time I hit a red light I prayed it would turn green fast. I get to the ortho right on time (surprising me). As I wait one of the front desk people comes back to ask if I'm the one with the Taurus - yes I am - and informs me that it's smoking, I correct her, It's steam and yes I know, thank you, it's just to hot. Sheesh... On to the fun, more wires, tools and hands in my mouth for the next hour. When it's all done, I think I have maybe one more adjustment then I'll be braceless... yes!! OK, so I head home again watching the temperature soar even though I take the now cleared freeway. The constant 70 mph does help to keep it a little bit cooler, but not by much. I get home, and for some bizarre reason I'm in a really good mood - must be me feeling better. I inform hubby that we are going for a walk - gotta take some things to the post office anyway. It's windy, windy, windy here today. I had to stop every few moments to rearrange my hair out of my face - I really should have put a clip in it, I kept having it wrap around my head and all.. ick. So we go to the post office, I learn that mail to Canada is NOT considered DOMESTIC mail, so I can not use a priority mail envelope. *sigh* A Global Priority Mail envelope would have wracked up a postage cost of $7!! YIKES! No way! So the postal guy feels sorry for me, get's me a padded envelope to put my mail in and air mail comes to a whopping $1.35 - hey that's actually a better deal than priority mail ($3.85). We leave there and take the kids to CiCi's for a 'scrumptious' lunch. Nothing like cheap pizza - and all you can eat at that. We stop off at the grocery store on the way home for a few things then walk home, this time the wind is hitting us right in the face, the little people were hilarious. They both were in the stroller and by the time we got within 2 blocks of home they both were lying back in the stroller with their eyes closed. hehehehe... I told hubby he could push the stroller at that point, it was getting quite a work out from pushing two kids against the wind (hmmmm... that reminds me of a song....). Back home, it was nap time... for EVERYONE! YAY. I head off to nap land but wake shortly - heartburn, uggh... thanks CiCi's for that wonder re-run on the pizza. When the little people wake I ask Super Girl what she wants to do 1) paint 2) make cookies 3) plant seeds. Before I can get all three choices out she is saying paint, but when I say plant seeds, she can hardly contain herself. We plant the vegitable seeds in the kitchen in tiny containers I am going to put them in a container outside when they sprout. She was thrilled to help. Then we sat at the table and painted with her water colors. I started getting silly with her as we painted after I saw some paint smears on some of the papers. Her little hands were covered in various paints and when she touched the paper she left two multi-colored hand prints. So I took her hands and painted them then pressed them to paper. It was so pretty! I did it 4 or 5 more times with different patterns - Super Girl was so tickle by it. I'm going to use the hand prints to make Easter Cards, they are so darn pretty. I'll post pictures later. By the time we finished painting it was after 6 pm! I was hungry so I begged hubby to make dinner, he made steak - YUM - my last solid meal for a bit since my teeth will be sore for a week. *sigh* that steak was gooooooood... mmmmm.. After dinner I had to dunk the little people in the bath tub for a quick scrub - I looked at Super Girl and saw that she had many, many multi colored patches on her legs and hands and spots of color on her cute little face. hehehehe... so cute. Then we finished the evening by watching Power Puff girls. *sigh* now it's over. What a great day. :o)

I've Beaten Anthrax!!!

Whew! I am finally past the crappy part of this. My throat doesn't hurt anymore, the spots are gone... I'm still on antibiotics. The antibiotics leave me a little lightheaded at times (like now!!!) so I've made the (un)educated decision to not take my crazy pills. My reasoning is that since they cause me to be sleepy at times and they are drugs that affect my mental stability (hehe) I figured the antibiotics might affect them strangely. Not sure that's a good idea or not, but that's what I have been doing. I was mostly afraid I would fall asleep while driving. Ok, enough about my medications.... Let me catch you up on what has been happening here... I'll just write it all out since Friday or so, maybe Thursday or Wednesday... and whatever I can't remember, I'll just make it up. So here goes.

Friday

So on Friday I was feeling like I had been run over by a semi - I had an appointment for someone to come over at 10 am that day and an appointment to have family portraits made at 4 pm. Yeah, great planning on my part. I wanted to cancel the 10 am person, because frankly I didn't want them over at all, but I had no freaking choice (sucks to have a court ordered duty). This person comes at 10 am, I let her in (still wearing my night gown!!!) and tell her that I have strep. She doesn't seem to care and continues on with her 'duties' of asking me a hundred pointless questions and scheduling appointments for this week for follow up visits. Yeah, whatever, just leave.

My sister comes over with a car full of my kids stuff - toys mostly - toys are things my kids have no shortage of . He hung out for a while, which was cool because I had not seen her in a couple of weeks, then she left. I slept for a while. I was really tired because the night before I had trouble getting any sleep. I also started taking my antibiotics that day. Hubby went and got some DVDs to distract the kids that night and we had... something... I don't know.. maybe pizza or steak or something for dinner... that's kind of a blur... I layed on the sofa most of the evening slipping in and out of sleep running a fever.

Saturday
I worked, came home, slept. Something else happened that day, but hell if I can remember.

Sunday
I worked, came home, felt much better and then fell asleep. hehehehe... I think the antibiotics were making me giddy. Since I was feeling better that day I decided we needed to sort through the kids toys and get rid of stuff. So I grabbed a bag and started digging through tossing out the broken stuff. I also went through and got rid of some stuff that wasn't broken, but that they didn't care about, some of the stuffed animals that my sister had brought over (hell they hadn't seen them in months and hadn't mentioned them) and some things that I didn't particularly want to look at again that were here (a stupid praying teddy bear that recited a prayer... annoying). So I had hubby put the toys that were not sell-able (I'm going to list a bunch of things on e-bay soon - stuffed animals just don't sell though) out by the dumpster - (people who live in apartments know that is the universal place to deposit things that you no longer want/need or can fit in your apartment, but that are still useful as garage sales are just not possible in apartments - retrieving items from said locations is called Dumpster Diving... it can be very lucrative. We were just making a deposit into this system). Actually.. I think we did the toy thing on Saturday night, not Sunday... see... the drugs are affecting my memory... damn..

OK so Sunday night, we put the baby to bed - she goes about half an hour past her bedtime. The older one did not want to go to bed. She had a bad dream the night before and ended up crawling in bed with me at 5:30 am (much to my displeasure - I can't sleep with her in bed). So she did NOT want to sleep in her bed. Hubby takes her up to bed about an hour past her bed time. She comes down 10 minutes later, he takes her back up. They come down a few minutes later, she says she needs a certain toy to go to sleep. I say "Fine, get it and get back to bed." So she starts searching. I say "What are you looking for?" She mentions something, i have no clue what she is talking about. About 5 more minutes of searching, I ask her again what she's looking for and this time I ask her to describe it. And she does... hubby and I look at each other... I'm trying hard not to burst out laughing... She's describing one of the toys we got rid of! hehehehehe.... I finally told her we got rid of it, she didnt' need it. *sigh* she ended up sleeping in my bed last night (she's the only one who got sleep....), so I guess I got my punishment for tossing her toy. Kids...

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday (said in radio announcer voice...)

Work was really really great - sales sucked ass, but work was great. ALL the baby pictures were fabulous. *sigh* gives me such a feeling of acomplishment to take great pictures.