Are We There Yet? No, But I Got a Great Shower Haul

We were using the boys' wooden blocks to mark each month, but the block set only goes up to 7 for some reason. We can turn 6 upside down for 9, but this time, we went with the magic eight ball.

The baby shower my fantastic friends gave was wonderful! So excited to get little dresses and pink goodies:) Here's some of the haul after I'd sorted through and tried to organize a bit.

Now for the clothes, this is most of them!


See that one down toward the right corner? That's some handmade Mel-specials!


That bib is reversible (the other side is the chicken fabric on the dress!) I know Mel's amazing (both at sewing and friendship). Check out her (better) picture here.

And about those chickens, I love this one. I want to dress up in that bright red with a blue flower in my hair. I mean really, none of those chicks around her can compare :)


Hope to post some completed projects soon! Woohoo!

Unfortunately K

Here is the Smoking Typewriter Award (it's actually called a Premios Dardo award). Christy was nice enough to pass this award along (although, lately, I'm afraid my keypad is gathering dust rather than smoking :) The first rule of this award is to post the award image, and link back to Christy.

"Given for recognition of cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values transmitted in the form of creative and original writing... created with the intention of promoting fraternization between bloggers, a way of showing affection and gratitude for work that adds value to the Web."

So the second step is to put my name into Google Images. So, now I had to decide whether to use my super-intriguing pseudonym (K) or my real name (well of course, I did both). However, I'm sticking with K, because, as those of you who read here often know, I am very paranoid and have a vivid imagination. This wasn't the first picture but one of the first, and I really like it.

Next, put the phrase "Unfortunately, K" in a Google search and share the results. I admit, I did do some picking and choosing :) See my comments in parentheses after each one:

unfortunately, k and d are the opposite of what we have used so far !!!! Also, m stands for n... (This sounds just like me, very confusing and confused in general).

unfortunately, k-means clustering will sometimes fail to give correct results, an unaware fact that may be overlooked (I know all about clusters and unaware facts).

Unfortunately K-Lube is not the name of a shady s_x shop, but it is a great oil change place right near my parents house in Danville. (Ha ha ha)!

Unfortunately, K won't see the post. She's boycotting Stoopidfreshmind because of a post she thought would be detrimental to a certain love ... (Well, if it's going to be detrimental to love, I'm boycotting, too)!

Unfortunately, K is not computable and is provably difficult to approximate. (That's me in a nutshell, particularly given my dislike for math).

This is now officially an awesome way to tell the story of the world. Unfortunately, /k/ isn't known for its writefags. ... (What are writefags? I agree blogging is an officially awesome way to tell the story of my world).

Thanks, Christy! This was more fun to do than I expected! And the final piece of this award is passing this one along to ten other blogs, but I'll just say to at least google "unfortunately your name" for the laughs!

Chik-Fil-A aka The Twilight Zone

On Labor Day, we went to Chik-Fil-A for some of the free chicken strips (if you were wearing a football team shirt). Hilariously, I had to wear a sweatshirt (we have no adult football t-shirts in this house), and the baby wore a team t-shirt. Anyway, the strips were not good, but H's nuggets tasted a little off, too. C says the seasoning was not the usual. So, we sit down to eat, and from behind me, I hear this woman's voice that sounds like Minnie Mouse. C referred to her as helium-girl. Then, an elderly man comes out of the restroom, and I notice he is walking sort of carefully. I sort of have a shot of sympathy run through me, as my dad became unsteady when he was sick. Then, as we are packing up our tray for C to take to the trash can, I hear a noise like a snore. C glances up and is trying not to laugh. It's the older man. He has set down at a table, propped his head on his hand, and is, apparently, asleep! I manage to keep H inside the booth with me until C comes back from the trash can. C is trying his best not to laugh, and I am okay until I see his face, struggling not to laugh. We manage to hold it together, despite H's getting a little too close to the older man's personal space and looking at him with interest. When we get out to the car, C explains that the man almost slid off his chair at one point. I am still a little concerned about the man, but when we drive past the windows as we're leaving, we can see he has switched chairs at his table and now has a drink, hopefully, something caffeinated. It was definitely like we'd left the normal realm, but, still, I would have felt a lot better if that older man had moved to a booth.

Things I Like

I thought I'd make a list of things I like just for the fun of it!

1) Capri length yoga pants (if I had a few more pairs, I probably would not wear any other pants or shorts the whole week through)

2) H's knock-off crocs (see above, I can't figure out this page layout stuff right now)

3) NFL Football (you never would have guessed, would ya?)

4) M & M's (I can trick myself into thinking I don't eat that many)

5) Crossword puzzles (I know, I'm a nerd)

6) The smell of feed stores (feed for cows, horses, and the like)

7) H saying muddy puddle (it's just so much sweeter sounding than mud puddle).

8) Thunderstorms in the late afternoon/early evening. This despite being terrified that any slight breeze meant there would be a tornado when I was a youngster.

9) C's random, deep thought comments i.e., "Don't you wish you had x-ray glasses, so you could, like, see everyone's story?"

10) No-show socks. Why didn't they have these back in the day? B/c, lots of times, at band camp, I got sock lines! Yes, I was a band nerd, too.

I Promise, It's Not Me

I had to laugh when I saw what this little gal asked her friends to call her! Just another thing to not do to your children: give them crazy weird names.