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  • papapapa-poker face.

    papapapa-poker face.

    Well, I wouldn’t go that far. In fact I think I high fived myself if I got a card with K or Q. My in laws had a family poker tournament and I had way more fun than anyone…by far. (as usual).  Having never played poker, I guess I can’t really brag on my intense skillz.  A more realistic portrait was everyone feeling sorry for my lack of ability to remember what cards I had or whose turn it was. It was pretty much like teaching a donkey french.

    The best news: I somehow WON. Fifty bones. I NEVER WIN!!!! SO of course I am thinking of 300 different ways to spend my plunder, and it all kept coming back to these….

    Except for 2 minor details:

    1) they are not $50. Not even close. Whoops.
    2) Chad doesn’t understand why I can’t wear my 4 inch knee high boots from last season. BIG HINT: I am a waterbuffalo and waterbuffalo’s don’t wear heels.

  • Name shopping

    The problem is: You can’t try it on. We all know I like to try everything on 3 different times then buy, then possibly take it back. I am the WORST decision maker in the history of decision makers. I second guess everything, and always convince myself I don’t have the faculties to make sound decisions. It’s a vicious cycle. And so I am the point where I don’t trust my compromised judgement. (which is really only worth 49% of the decision and a bad attitude anyway.)

    The names for the avocado growing in my uterus ARE:

    Evienne
    Vivienne
    Sienna
    Amelia

    Without breathing fire on the one/s you don’t like, can you all say which you like? If you don’t want to reply on here, text me. I know we have quite a few comment phobes.

  • :::Gigglesnort:::

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  • Lucille’s

    I always forget how lifechanging the loud BBQ place Lucille’s is. Until I wake up the next morning all swelled up and 2 inches girthier. Then I remember a bite of that macaroni was in the 150-200 calorie range,  and well, having already gained 15 lbs, I can’t really afford to be eating like that, then planning to run a marathon the next day. Because pee when I run now, and I hate running. Charming, eh?
    We had a smashing date night last night just my husband and I, and I have to say, (as I always do 30 times through the night), why don’t we do this more often? Date nights have become a highlight of the week most definitely and after 7 years of being a couple, I am so thankful to say, they are just as fun and appreciated. Of course instead of fumbling under the table playing footsie, we now like to talk grown up and chug our ice waters. And actually, *GASP*, get to finish what we are talking about with out playing whack a mole with a toddler vying for our attention. Just kidding-I don’t whack my midgets. Well, hard at least;)  7 years ago this month was our first date at Lucille’s, where I decided I kinda like the guy.  So, YAY, for Lucille’s. She hasn’t let me down yet.

  • So, Bob is a….

    So, Bob is a….

    2 items of note:
    1) Weeman met his fate as middle child.
    2) the pink and blue globs of goodness are supposed to balloons. I hope.

    We had a little gender reveal mini party with my parents and in laws, and sweet Uncle D. It was the most  fun I had in a loooong time. Such a sweet memory for all of us.

    I guess my mom guessed right? She and my mother in law had gifts for the baby “on a hunch”. Crazy huh?