Adventure #2 of Super Pickle Boy

Super Pickle Boy has discovered the best way to get attention in the Emergency Room. Cough. A nice Croupy cough. It was amazing how quickly they got us to the back. It might have been that his oxygen to blood level was getting low as well. Luckily we caught it fairly quickly. We only had to stay part of the night. We got to leave at 1:30am when he was able to breathe better and his oxygen level was back up.

He showed his super powers through out it all. Everything the nurse or doctor asked him to do, he did without flinching. He even said please and thank you. I was amazed and proud and just about in tears. What a boy… what a super Pickle boy!

We are home and exhausted. Unlucky for us, Tot got a great night sleep and is full of P&V (Piss and Vinegar). Tot is learning that “inside Voice” is very important today. Ahhhh… and the sister-in-law and hubby arrive today. Yep, it’s going to be entertaining.

Let’s hope everyone can keep their sense of humor. Ok, let’s just hope Mom can keep her sense of humor.

Unusual Sighting

My eyes deceived me... It had to be a joke... But it wasn't. Here are my boys sleeping during the day light hours:

PS. In-laws coming tomorrow... will be a little busy for the next couple of days and not sure what all I'll get posted.

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

TO: GOD
FROM: THE DOG
Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story?
Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride. Would it be so hard to rename the "Chrysler Eagle" the "Chrysler Beagle"?
Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?
Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers , scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.
Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?
Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog.

1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.
3 I will not munch on "leftovers" in the kitty litter box, although they are tasty.
4. The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
5. The sofa is not a 'face towel'. Neither are Mom and Dad's laps.
6. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
7. My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
8. I will not bite the officer' s hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and registration.
9. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.
10. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying "hello".
11. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table.
12. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after.
13. I will not throw up in the car.
14. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.
15. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when we have company.
16. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.

And, finally, My last question...
Dear God: Why do humans only have 10 Commandments and dogs have 16?

More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

A little boy was attending his first wedding.

After the service, his cousin asked him, "How many women can a man marry?"

"Sixteen," the boy responded. His cousin was amazed that he had an answer so quickly.

"How do you know that?"

"Easy," the little boy said. "All you have to do is add it up, like the Bishop said, 4 better, 4 worse, 4 richer, 4 poorer."

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After a church service on Sunday morning, a young boy suddenly announced to his mother, "Mom, I've decided to become a minister when I grow up."

"That's okay with us, but what made you decide that?"

"Well," said the little boy, "I have to go to church on Sunday anyway, and I figure it will be more fun to stand up and yell, than to sit and listen."

Must Eat Os

Between getting dressed for the morning and watching TV, we must eat Daddy's O's. (aka Honey Nut Cheerios). First we eat them dry (no milk added). Second we eat them with a spoon.

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When more end up on the floor than in the mouth, we will switch to the regular way to eat them... the fingers:

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Ahhhhh... to be 2 again.

From Gloves to Hats

Seems that my boy, Tot, is going to be into Hockey one day. He loves hats and gloves. Here is a selection of photos with him with his hats... GQ here he comes:

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Now, he hates this bike helmet. But lately he has been wearing it... usually when NOT riding his tricycle.

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One of those rare moments when he is on his tricycle and wearing the helmet:

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What's next????

Waiting for Monday

When you have a weekend like mine, you can't wait for Monday. I, a "mom", got sick. Not allowed. But it happened anyway.

Then when we went out with the kids this morning, the transmission on my car went out. No warning lights, just gone. I-95. Oh what fun.

I'm going to go hide myself in the couch and hope the kids don't see me. Then again, Dad will probably find me there.

Life Is Like A Box

A box is fun, can be anything you imagine, and when it gets destroyed you just get a new one. Gotta love having a box around. My sons were lifted into this box so they could play:

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Peek-a-boo

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Say "Cheese" for the camera:

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Oh yaaa... they got out themselves.

Need a Laugh?

It's interesting how some people can come up with the greatest stories about someone else. GRIN. Seems my blogdaughter Sticks has decided to 'stick it to me'. Gotta learn not to give that woman a meme.

Cheesecake and Children

Seems that we are doing a lot of baking lately. One of things I use to do when I was stressed. No wonder I gain weight! But I have started doing it again. Now with the help of two little boys. Tater wanted to bake Dad something. I had all the ingredients for a cheesecake. It started out with both of them helping.

Here they are crushing the graham crackers for me:

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Tater wanted to help with the eggs. How could I refuse? I didn't have many eggshell parts to pick out - really!

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And then there is the hand mixer. Ahhhhhh. How much of a mess did I want to clean up? Why not let him learn now? The hard part was convincing him to keep it down on the bottom of the bowl. He did quite well.

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Did I mention he wanted it red? Oh yes, we added red food coloring to it. Seems like it must have been pretty good. Dad ate 2 pieces.

Hazard Info on Magnetix

Tink sent me THIS LINK about a different issue with the Magnetix set. Why? Because I have it.

Penny Sweet's 2-year-old son, Kenny, died Thanksgiving Day after swallowing tiny magnets from the toy — but he didn't choke.

... An autopsy found two tiny magnets stuck in Kenny's small intestine. Doctors say the magnets were so strong that they joined two ends of his small intestine, pinching it shut. As a result, bacteria were forced into his bloodstream — killing him.

...the toy's manufacturer points out that Magnetix has passed all federal safety requirements and that the box features prominent small part hazard warnings.

And it does have warnings. I did NOT let my kids play with it unsupervised. I have now put it up until they get older. Trust me, Magnetix is a lot of fun and has been around for a very long time. I will let my kids play with it when they get older (I won't lose it because I love playing with it). But I just don't want to take the chance with Tot around. He is a kid who loves to eat things. And it doesn't matter if it comes apart or not... if he ate two of the magnet sticks, it would do the same thing.

More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Upon entering the little country store, the stranger noticed a sign saying "DANGER! BEWARE OF DOG!" posted on the glass door. Inside he noticed a harmless old hound dog asleep on the floor besides the cash register.

He asked the store manager, "Is THAT the dog folks are supposed to beware of?"

"Yep, that's him," he replied.

The stranger couldn't help but be amused. "That certainly doesn't look like a dangerous dog to me. Why in the world would you post that sign?"

"Because," the owner replied, "before I posted that sign, people kept tripping over him."

My Picks

I got tagged by ArmyWife

2. Pick 5 random blogfriends.
3. Think of a word or phrase that you describes each friend.
1. Choose a search engine (e.g. Dogpile).
4. Do an image search of that word or phrase.
5. Pick an image that makes you say, "Aha! That's it!"

And here are my picks:

Contagion (Miasmatic Review) - the tag for this was "Solid Biohazardous Waste Disposal":

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Sticks (From Chaos to Serendipity):

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Anita (Fighting Inertia) - notice the words on the sticker:

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Physics Geek:

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Random Thoughts from Mary Beth (notice the link on the pictures):

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

WHY DOGS AND MEN ARE ALIKE

1. Both keep moving...even when they are lost.
2. Both take up too much space on the bed.
3. Both have irrational fears about the vacuum cleaner.
4. Both are threatened by their own kind.
5. Neither understands what you see in cats.
6. Both want dominance.
7. Both do the dishes by licking them clean.
8. Both chase cars.
9. The larger ones tend to drool.
10. The smaller ones tend to be more nervous.

This Mom Isn't Perfect

Sad but true. Seems Tink and my mom have been discussing my life lately. It also seems that Tink has been mentioning it to another 'family member' - Harvey that is. I owe Contagion for getting her started. He asked for some "dirt on me" and she is hunting for it. Only thing going for me is that she was not around when I was a teenager and in college.

But the latest is to show that this mom isn't perfect. Ricotta cheese and garlic. Those ingredients will live with me forever.

It started when I asked mom if I could make dinner for a boyfriend. I could bake cookies, cakes and make fudge... I certainly could cook a dinner - right? Don't answer that yet. I decided I wanted to make Lasagna. Asked Mom for the recipe. Got a list of ingredients and went shopping. I couldn't find ricotta cheese. When I got home, I told mom about it. She told me to get started and she would go get me some. Well... when she got home I asked her if she had anymore garlic. Yep, you might guess where this is going. It called for 3 cloves of garlic. I only found 2. Mom then stated that she had 2 bulbs of garlic. Uhhh. Bulbs? What is a bulb versus a clove? Yes people, I made the lasagna with 2 bulbs of garlic. 1 bulb is about 10 cloves ... I put in about 20 cloves of garlic when it called for 3.

And yes we ate it.

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

UPDATE: I seem to be off by one day. There will be more humor tomorrow.

The mother of a problem child was advised by a psychiatrist, "You are far too upset and worried about your son. I suggest you take tranquilizers regularly."

On her next visit the psychiatrist asked, "Have the tranquilizers calmed you down?"

"Yes," the boy's mother answered.

"And how is your son now?" the psychiatrist asked.

"Who cares?" the mother replied.

My Mother is a Saint

Not me. My mom. Really. Tink and I were talking... and this is what Tink had to say:

And she really is a Saint to have put up with the antics of shorty and vw. As the oldest you would have thought I would have been the one to push her over the edge (Tink did occasionally - GRIN), but I just brought mice and snakes home. Whereas shorty and vw tried their best to give poor dear mom a bad rep.

Case #1: Shorty was riding her bike. She rode it down a hill she was told not to. Fell. Skinned up pretty badly, blood everywhere. So what does she do? She goes into the house crying (by the way mom had company) and saying "I didn't mean it mom. I'm so sorry."

Case #2: vw and the horse (okay sis, you were actually there so write it correctly)

I'll take it from here... I use to ride and teach horseback riding. There was one day when I was working with a new horse and it tried to jump the fence. Normally not a problem but on the other side of this fence was a very deep swale. Nope, not going to let the horse jump that one. Stubborn horse. I ended up having to bring it down to stop it. Down on my leg. Ouch. Well, I'm crying (it hurt), I'm trying to check out the horse, and then one of the stable owners comes over. She helps me make sure that the horse is ok and then offers to take me home. I start freaking. No No, I don't want mom to know I'm hurt. She explains there is no way I can ride my bike home considering how bad I'm limping.

I let her take me home. Now I'm really freaking. Mom comes out and the owner is telling her what happened and how it's not my fault. I'm apologizing to mom for getting hurt. Mom is very calm about all this (guess past experience helps) and told the owner she appreciated her bringing me home.

I remember the next time I went to the stables the owner gave me a hard time. Telling me how nice my mom was about it all and how silly it looked with me apologizing for getting hurt. What can I say?

Now who doesn't think this woman should be made a saint?

Now What Do I Do?

We went to Home Depot a couple of weeks ago. My boys saw the 'seeds' that had the Veggie Tale characters on them. We ended up buying pumpkin seeds, pickle seeds and brocolli seeds. Imagine my surprise when they actually grew! The tray with the rock in it is the one Tater planted, the one without the rock is the one Tot planted. Here is Tater watering the plants with his sippy cup... the plastic stopper was removed so the water just poured out. (click to enlarge).

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Now what do I do? Guess it is time to figure out where to plant a garden. Sigh. Wonder if the squirrels, rabbits and other critters are going to get to it first?

Green Cake

Sometimes I wonder what goes through my mind and out of my mouth. I told the boys we could make a green cake yesterday for St. Patrick's day. And they could help. Uhhhhhh. Now I had to find something we could make green. I decided I had all the ingredients for a Lemon pound cake. Let's just add green food coloring to it. Right?

Here they are mixing the ingredients for me:

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Here they are squeezing the lemon for me:

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I tried taking a picture of the cake, but it just doesn't come out the true weird coloring it is.

Nothing like eating a green cake and tasting lemon.n

Airplane Humor

Some humor for the weekend. Real or not, these are funny. Some old, some new but all made me smile.

Don't have to be a pilot to appreciate these ....


Tower: "Delta 351, you have traffic at 10 o'clock, 6 miles!"
Delta 351: "Give us another hint! We have digital watches!"

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Tower: "TWA 2341, for noise abatement turn right 45 Degrees."
TWA 2341: "Center, we are at 35,000 feet. How much noise can we make up here?"
Tower: "Sir, have you ever heard the noise a 747 makes when it hits a 727?"

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From an unknown aircraft waiting in a very long takeoff queue: "I'm f . . ing bored!"
Ground Traffic Control: "Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself immediately!"
Unknown aircraft: "I said I was f . . ing bored, not f . . . ing stupid!"

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O'Hare Approach Control to a 747: "United 329 heavy, your traffic is a Fokker, one o'clock, three miles, Eastbound."
United 329: "Approach, I've always wanted to say this . . . . I've got the little Fokker in sight."

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A student became lost during a solo cross-country flight. While attempting to locate the aircraft on radar,
ATC asked: "What was your last known position?"
Student: "When I was number one for takeoff."

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A DC-10 had come in a little hot and thus had an exceedingly long roll out after touching down. San Jose Tower Noted: "American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of the runway, if you are able. If you are not able, take the Guadeloupe exit off Highway 101, make a right at the lights and return to the airport."

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There's a story about the military pilot calling for a priority landing because his single-engine jet fighter was running "a bit peaked." Air Traffic Control told the fighter jock that he was number two, behind a B-52 that had one engine shut down.

"Ah," the fighter pilot remarked, "The dreaded seven-engine approach."

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Tower: "Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff, contact Departure on frequency 124.7"
Eastern 702: "Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure. By the way,after we lifted off we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway."
Tower: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff behind Eastern 702, contact Departure on frequency 124.7. Did you copy that report from Eastern 702?" BR
Continental 635: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, roger; and yes, we copied Eastern . . . we've already notified our caterers."

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One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned around, and taxied back past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the DC-8 crew got on the radio and said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?" The Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came back with a real zinger: "I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I'll have enough parts for another one."

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While taxiing at London's Gatwick Airport, the crew of a US Air flight departing for Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771, where the hell are you going?! I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!"

Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour, and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you! You got that, US Air 2771?" "Yes, ma'am," the humbled crew responded.

Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking: "Wasn't I married to you once?"

GrannyLu's Birthday

Was over checking out GuyK's post at Charming Just Charming and found THIS POST. I thought it was great that an 84 year old woman was blogging. So go HERE and wish her a happy birthday. I hope I'm still blogging when I'm 84.

Watch Out World

NOTE: Must remember to change it from Draft to Publish ... was an early morning!

Watch out world when you get three very similar women together. Smart, professionals, and the mother of boys. (and yes Sticks, being able to drive a loader or digger is professional!). That's right, Bou, Sticks and I got together for a while.

In fact, Sticks had me laughing so hard while she was here. Talking about not having any blog fodder then telling me about the french fry up the nose. Or the one where her dog gives her son a bloody nose. Nope, I'm not going to tell them here... you will just have to convince her to tell you on her blog.

But I loved when she tried to take pictures of my boys... this you just gotta see... (click to enlarge)

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Happy St. Patty's Day

Being really lazy this morning... go to THIS LINK to enjoy some Irish proverbs.

The Box

Wish I could find as much fun in a box.... Or just be able to crawl in one like this:

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And doesn't this smile just melt your heart and make you wish you could get in that box with him and play?

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

A priest is walking down the street one day when he notices a small boy tying to press a doorbell on a house across the street. However, the doorbell is just out of his reach.

After watching the boy's efforts for some time, the priest moves closer to the boy's position. He steps smartly across the street, walks up behind the little fellow and, placing his hand kindly on the child's shoulder leans over and gives the doorbell a ring.

Crouching down to the child's level, the priest smiles benevolently and asks, "And now what, my little man?"

To which the boy turns and yells, "Now we run!"

That 1 Guy

I met another blogger!!!! I got to meet That 1 Guy from Drunken Wisdom. Turns out he was able to come down and stay with Bou. She in turned invited me and my crew over for breakfast. My hubby had stayed up half the night with Tater and I refused to wake him at 6:30am to get him up for breakfast... so T1G only got to meet me and my boys.

My first impression was WOW. He was tall. And my second was that he gave crappy hugs. I went to get a hug and he stayed away and just patted my back. Something silly about not having a shower yet. Uhhhh... I have small children, like I would have noticed. But he was a good man and fixed that after his shower. He came back and gave me a great hug. Phew. I was a little worried.

I believe we said... ohhhh... 12 words together? Between the kids, eating and the lack of time it made it hard to have any real conversation. Fine with me, I had only had 3 hours sleep and was not running on all cylinders anyways.

After he, Bou's hubby and the two oldest left, I stayed for a little while to chat with Bou. Turns out Bones decided to bring out some cool shoes to show my kids. Tot loved them. Click to enlarge pictures.

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Bones and Tater made me laugh the hardest while there. Tater kept asking when we were going to leave and if Bou would come with us and Bones kept asking how long before we were going to leave. Gotta love those kids.

Dense

Contagion asked for more about me... here is another story... sigh...

From Tink:

I know VW has been talking about when she lived in Germany lately. What she failed to tell you was about the time that she flew me over to spend time with her. It was April and as she had me trudge uphill to her apartment, the azaleas where in bloom and it was snowing. We had such a great time together. I loved all of the places that she took me while I was there.

But one evening her phone rang and she answered it. She chatted for five minutes or so when finally she asked the caller why they were calling. I got a good chuckle when I saw her turn beet red and hand the phone to me. "It's for you!"

My darling Pan had called to see if I was having a good time and to say how much he missed me. VW thought it was someone from work.

Scavenger Hunt

A great deal is going on in my life right now. My sister, Tink, has volunteered to write up a few stories for me. I'll make sure anything I add is in Bold and Italics. ;-)

From Tink:

It always amazes me what can happen in a family where the older child is nine to ten years older than the youngest child. (Tink is only 8 years older than I am - blhhhhh)

Case in point, I remember one time when young adult VW was having a party and one of the games they were playing was a Scavenger Hunt. Now if you are a young adult and have an older sister living out of the house and are having a scavenger hunt, where is the first place you go? To your sister's house of course. Besides I think she may have cheated since I believe I had almost everything on the list. Or maybe she made the list after coming over one day. (I did NOT make up the list.)

Now we are going to provide just a little background other than above. When my first child was born, VW was only, what, 12 or 13, by the time my last child was born she could have be around 16. So the story is about her when she was I guess in her middle 20's.

Anyway back to the scavenger hunt. Over to my house heads this delightful and deceitful sister. She gave me her list and as I was looking it over, I kept noticing one of her partners and I just knew I knew him, but couldn't place it. Did I tell you they were all in costumes? She finally introduced me to her "date" when I realized she was dating my youngest child's coach. I tell you, I didn't know whether to strangle her or laugh.

I Love My Porch

Having a jelly cracker break just got better. Keep the jelly confined to the back porch and not all over the house. Well... at least not yet.

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A little late getting this out. Tater was sick last night. Not much sleep for mom and dad. Actually, Dad went to take care of Tater, fell asleep in bed with him, Tater's temperature went up... so high that he threw up. I woke up when Dad initially went to check on him and and again was up from the time Tater threw up for the rest of the morning. Got some motrin in him, a cracker and some sinus/cold stuff by 3:30am and he fell asleep... he is up and playing this morning with no fever. The little sh.t. I'm exhausted.

It's Cold Outside In Florida(?)

It's 70 degrees outside. But Tater is convinced it is cold. So cold he has to put this warm jacket (that is a little too small) on... and pull up the hood.

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Notice in this next picture how Tater is wearing shorts and NO shoes along with the jacket. Uhhhh ... am I the only one that thinks this is funny?

A Little Phin

Ok, I'm a day late in getting this out. I wanted to add my congrats to Phin for his new child. Phin has helped me out on more than one occassion. And it's with pleasure I post this and say CONGRATS!

Shoes, Oh Gotta Have Those Shoes

I am a boy with a mission. I will get Dad's shoes, put them on and walk over to Dad.

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In fact, Dad had said he was putting his shoes and socks on just minutes before. And Tot made it all the way over to Dad with Dad's shoes on without tripping. Tot took them off and handed them to Dad. Of course those are NOT the shoes Dad wears to work. But he was sure proud of Tot. Me too!

Boudica On TV!

While checking out Grouchy Old Cripple's site... I found THIS POST. Here is a quote from it:

Holy Crap! Look what's on The History Channel 8:00 PM Friday night.

And a quote from the History Channel:

Wife, mother, queen...and leader of one of the most violent rebellions against Roman domination in British history. This we know about Boudica, Queen of the Iceni.

Looks like they got Bou pegged.

Stay Off The Roads In Florida Friday

Really! Sticks is driving down this way and is going to stop and see me. I'm so very excited. We have known each other for so long I don't have enough fingers and toes to count the years.

I hope I will be so lucky to have the kids sleep while she is here this time as well.

Though I remember the time she came down before kids and we got to go out. Hubby (boyfriend at the time) chaperoned for us. I had so much fun. Though Hubby swears he will never play monopoly with us again. GRIN. I was banker (and drunk). Sticks needed some cash to pay rent to Hubby. I took it out of the bank, handed it to her and she handed it to Hubby. After the third or fourth time this happened.. .he actually noticed it. I don't consider it 'cheating' if you do it in plain site... right?

I can't wait to catch up on her kids, her life and her job face to face.

Sad Face

Busy this week. And one of the things I have been dealing with is this guy (click to enlarge):

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It is so hard not to hug and kiss on him when he gets that face... but since he is crying because I told him NO... no can do. Any one want to come baby sit for free? I could use the break. ;-)

About Mom

Meme'd... Was going to have Tater do this, but decided I would do it instead... Thanks (notice the sarcasm) to CalTechGirl and Alex.

1) Two favorite colors: Green and Purple

2) Two least favorite colors: Yellow and Yellow

3) Favorite fast food restaurant: Uhhh... Wendy's if I have to pick.

4) Favorite day of the week: Is there a difference?

5) Least favorite day of the week: see #4

6) Best thing about your significant other: His sense of humor

7) Least favorite thing about your significant other: Leaves clothes all over

8) Your significant others favorite thing about you (without asking them): Organization

9) Your significant others least favorite thing about you (again, without asking them): Worry wort

10) Black or white? Zebras are nice

11) Red or blue? Zip-baa-dee-do-da Zip-baa-dee-day... Mr. Blue Birds on my shoulder...

12) Day or night? There's a difference?

13) Favorite part of your body: Love it all

14) Least favorite part about your body. Is there is a part you aren't suppose to like?

15) Do you like walking in the rain at times? Love it.

16) Do you have a tattoo? Only a temporary one

17) “Short and sweet” or “long and hard”. A short and sweet day and a long and hard nights sleep... oh yaaa.

18) Favorite kind of car: It runs

19) Favorite kind of ice cream: Vanilla with chocolate syrup

20) Trix or Lucky Charms? Lucky Charms

More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

Let's start with a bad Pun and end on a stupid game:

A thief in Paris planned to steal some paintings from the Louvre. After carefully planning, he got past security, stole the paintings, and made it safely to his van. However, he was captured only two blocks away when his van ran out of gas.

When asked how he could mastermind such a crime and then make such an obvious error, he replied:

"Monsieur, I had no Monet to buy Degas to make the Van Gogh."

(And you thought I lacked De Gaulle to post a story like this.)

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One of those mindless games that you can't help but play...

Tennis Challenge

Humor for Dreaded Wednesday

A young college co-ed came running in tears to her father. "Dad, you gave me some terrible financial advice!"

"I did? What did I tell you?" said the dad.

"You told me to put my money in that big bank, and now that big bank is in trouble."

"What are you talking about? That's one of the largest banks in the state," he said. "there must be some mistake."

"I don't think so," she sniffed. "They just returned one of my checks with a note saying, 'Insufficient Funds'."

An Interesting Quiz

I found this at CalTechGirl and couldn't resist. Though it took me a LOT longer than 30 minutes. Well... due to multiple interruptions. ;-)

Click here to read My Personal Dna Report

Found it very interesting. Particularly that I was 60% Masculine and 28% Feminine... now what did I answer to cause that????

Munich and Milk

Amazing. A friend from Munich sent me some pictures of where I use to live. They were taken just a couple of days ago:

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I remember biking (yes, bicycling) to work in that. It was either bike or take the bus. Trust me, I wanted to bike. In fact, I looked fantastic when I got back to the States. 30 minute bike ride, twice a day, 5 days a week - minimum. Sigh. Someday I'll look that good again. But back to the Munich story.

Seeing all that snow also reminded me of Milk. I hate drinking milk. I'll put in on cereal, I'll cook with it... but I don't just drink it. Until I was in Germany. Whoa. That milk was thick, it was sweet, it was unbelievably delicious. All that white snow, brought back memories of Germany and the first that came to mind was missing that milk.

And as a side note. April may be a weird posting month. I'm having my friend's 15 year old daughter come stay with us in April. I can see we will have great blog fodder (as I remember very little German). I may not have time to post, or I'll have tons of time to post. We'll see when it rolls around.

It's All About Gloves

Is it a fetish? Or something else? What in the world is going through a boy's mind. Tot has something about gloves right now. He would wear them 24x7 if I let him. He goes to sleep with them on!

It is 80 degrees outside. How in the world he can manage having them on is beyond me. Here is a picture of him with them on during the day:

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I guess of all the things he has picked to get crazy about, I shouldn't worry too much... or should I?

To Make You Smile

Lacking the Basics

A Sunday School teacher asked her class why Joseph and Mary took Jesus with them to Jerusalem. A small child replied: "They couldn't get a baby-sitter."

Dirty Boy

A very dirty little fellow came in from playing in the yard and asked his mother, "Who am I? " Ready to play the game she said, "I don't know! Who are you?"

"WOW!" cried the child. "Mrs. Johnson was right! She said I was so dirty, my own mother wouldn't recognize me!"

Wise Schoolteacher

A wise schoolteacher sends this note to all parents on the first day of school: "If you promise not to believe everything your child says happens at school, I'll promise not to believe everything he says happens at home.

Teaching How To Steal?

My BIL sent me to THIS ARTICLE.

Here's how it worked, according to police: A family member would go into a store such as Wal-Mart and buy an inexpensive item like a squeegee. He would then take it home and copy the bar code label. That label would be taken back to the store and put on a more expensive item like a digital camera, which could then be purchased for a fraction of the price, investigators said.

Someone help me here... Doesn't the barcode show up on the screen as to what is being scanned? Uhhhhhh... and then showing the world how they may have done it... yaaa... and of course, I can't resist in helping spread the word.

Definitely time for a weekend break for me.

Any Bug Experts?

Tot found this bug and would not leave it.

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I had to walk over and let him point it out to me, talk to me about and finally when I took a picture, he agreed to leave. He kept calling it a butterfly but I think it is something more like a wasp. Any ideas?

Laundry Help

Tater will put his underwear up for me. Which is very helpful. Tot will spread the laundry for me. Uhhh... Wait, that's not very helpful. But it certainly is cute. (click to enlarge)

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After he gets in the basket, he wants me to lift it. I can't bring myself to do it with him headdown. He hasn't figured out how to go into it feet first. Normally, I will pick him up and put him in it. Lately he wants to crawl in himself and then have me lift it. Maybe I will do it once while he is like this to show him it is no fun. Hmmm, he may like it... then what?