Sunday, September 20, 2009

In bullets

  • Did you know that the MOST AWFUL thing ever when you're 8 is to discover you don't need glasses!?
  • I thought it would be many, many years before I heard, "I freaking hate you mommy!"
  • I was wrong.
  • The offender didn't say freaking.
  • My parenting skillz are tops. Clearly.
  • Hunter is playing the drums.
  • Really.
  • We don't even have xanax yet.
  • Really.
  • I made the Dean's list while I had the shingles.
  • Student skills > parenting skills.
  • Mike is seriously the best hubby ever.
  • He helps SO much so I can do school and work.
  • I still love my job.
  • I haven't yet located the cord to transfer pictures.
  • I still haven't looked.
  • I have purchased 1 Halloween costume.
  • Still need to get 2.
  • Anybody know where I can find a hippie 'fro?
  • What the hell is a hippie 'fro?
  • The Broncos are surprisingly enjoyable so far.
  • I'm out.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

**blink blink**

Dude. You need to start wiping your butt.

I don't want to!

But you smell like poop. And doesn't it feel icky and itchy?

Yeah! But I just go like this [scratches butt from one side] and this [scratches butt from other side].

*blink blink*

Tuesday, September 1, 2009


I'm not sure why I've been so quiet here lately. Life is no more busy than usual. I feel guilty that I haven't posted pictures - but I can't find the stupid cord that makes the pictures magically jump from camera to computer. In truth though, I haven't looked very hard.

So we're all back to school. I still LOVE my job. So much I wish I could just be done with school and work. It's so much freakin fun I can't stand it.

So here's a tidbit. It's the best I can do today.

River: Mom.

Me: Yeah?

River: You're not my favorite. I like Daddy better.

Me: O yeah?

River: Yep. Cuz you don't like fishies. Daddy does. Daddy's my favorite.

Me: Oh. Well that's true. I don't like fishies.

River: I like Daddy more.

Me: Yep. He's pretty cool.

*he really is*