Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Evil Hot Dogs

If you know me, and you probably do since you are reading this, you know I am not the biggest hot dog fan.  I don't hate them like I hate the CLOWNS, but they are pretty low on my list of faves.

Several times this morning, Nate has come running at me full speed and scurries up into my lap, wherever I am with a look of fear in his eyes.  Kind of like his butt is on fire.  I keep asking him what is going on and he finally tells me that hot dogs are chasing him.  Hmmm,  interesting-has he stepped into one of my nightmares?  That kid is funny-and here he comes again.

Is this who he is afraid of?

Or how about this little guy?

Or is it this guy and he, thankfully, just doesn't know the word yet???

Yikes, I think I need to go hide in my bed with some vodka.

Saturday, September 18, 2010


The other day we took a spur of the moment trip to the park and I happened to grab my camera on the way out, the good one-the one that kinda sorta makes me look like I know what I'm doing-sometimes.  Fortunately, I just learned this new little trick that is helping me lighten up my pictures, unfortunately, the setting was cranked all the way up-so most of my pics were blown out messes.  But I digress-what a surprise, huh?

I love when I catch a funny little series of pictures. (bound to happen when you take 483 pictures at the park).

 Here is Ben

Mad for some odd reason, I'm sure I did something awful, like ask him to please come over to me-it actually probably involved rocks, and leaving them the freak alone.  I'm sure he made a GRR sound at some point.

Still mad, quick-BAD-decision to stick his tongue out at his loving, patient mother.  (The tongue sticking out was reaching epic proportions by this day and mama had had enough!)

Quick, quick-SMILE-she can't resist that one.  I can sort of tell in the tongue sticker outer one that he realized quickly that he had chosen poorly-the eyes give him away.

And this is how the series ends, with a please, mom-don't give me one of those stealth pinches that the tongue antics has caused lately.  And if I remember correctly, no pinches were delivered.

Oh yeah, and this guy was there, too.  It's all I can do some days not to eat him.

And then they were together a little.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Do you know Carla?

Well, neither do I!   Warning-vent coming.....

Greenville Hospital seems to think that I should be responsible for the bill for a sweet little girl named Carla Chavez.  I have nothing against this little unknown girl-I am just sick of having my income taxes garnished every year-or at least for the past 2 years now.  And we just got a collections letter to ME on her behalf.  Nice, huh?

So, rant over.

And if you see Carla around-I think she is about 10-tell her she owes me her lunch money-for the next 20 years or so!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Do you Picnik?

Why am I always the last to know about these things?  I am a pretty smart, fairly tech savvy person (except for the whole ipod business-I still haven't joined that party).  I have heard of Picnik-even visited the site, but I haven't ever spent any time playing around with it.  So cool!  I haven't spent more than 5 minutes or so, but they have the coolest effects and editing tricks.

And while we are on the subject of things everyone already knows about and that I didn't-what about steel wool?  I think that is what it is called, looks like little silver worm things, kind of spongelike?  Wow, that description really stinks.  Well, whatever it is called-it was living under our sink-no idea how it got there (probably Gil-he always knows about these cool things).  It cleans things-I mean FOR REAL cleans things.  Like cookie sheets with little souvenirs of every cookie you have ever made, and glass baking dishes that always kept a little bit of whatever you had cooked.  Yeah, I know, I'm telling tales on what a bad housekeeper I am, but that is no secret around here.

Wow, tangent.  I just wanted to post 2 pictures my new friend just made really interesting.  Thanks Picnik, you are one of the cool kids.