Y'all know our two kitties are Freddy and Butterball. Well, since Vic got the kids calling the little one Butterball Turkey, it only seemed appropriate to call Freddy, Fred Fredburger, since it's a food related name. Well, the other night Gabe was calling the kitties by their nicknames, Butterball Turkey and Fred Fredburger. Then, a few minutes later, Gabe said "Butter, your balls smell like turkey!" It was all I could do not to completely lose it and laugh hysterically.
Migraines suck. 'Nuf said.
Gabe came home from school at the beginning of last week and had a few little pebbles from the playground for me (the playground is covered with a pebbly sand). At the end of the week, he walked in from school, announced "Mom, I brought you rocks", took off his shoe, and dumped it on the desk. Yeah, he brought me some rocks...in his shoe.
I am shamefully behind on some things. I PROMISE to have the 2011 book challenge posted by the end of this week. I think I'm going to have people sign up using google docs this time. It will make gathering the email addresses easier. I also will be done with the tote bag for the winner in 2009 and 2010 by the end of next week...like I said, shamefully behind. I swear I am not usually this disorganized.
Vic and I were talking (don't even remember what got us started) and Vic announced that Joseph and Mary must have been on the ancient version of the Maury Povich show. Yeah, that got me to give him the old side-eye. Despite being a bit scared of the answer, I asked him why. Vic said that with the method of conception, there would probably be parentage questions and Joesph would need to hear Maury say "Joseph, you are not the baby's father."
I am swimming in fabric.
Just got Mel's book, Life From Scratch. I can NOT wait to read it. Go buy it and join the book tour. You have until the 11th to sign up.
I really need to do a general life update soon. There have been some pretty major changes (no, nothing pregnancy related).
Hehehe, recently, when my husband gets home from working night shift, there have been moments of "Oh crap" when he walks in. See, the light from the computer monitor reflects off the front of our stainless steel fridge (I <3 our fridge) and he panics and thinks the kids have left the fridge open.
Anybody know how to block a text number from being received on my crackberry?
Do you have an e-reader? If so, which one do you have and do you life it? Pros? Cons? Spill it.