Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
My nephew, Ridge, had his second birthday and I made a tractor cake for him. It was by far the easiest cake I've made and Ridge really really loved it. While I was making it he kept just sitting at the table saying, "Look! TRACTOR!!" to everyone he saw. So cute.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Not too long ago my cousin Katy and I made truffles. Well, to be honest, Katy made them and I pretended to be helpful. I gave Ridge and Cambree some truffles to try. Cambree ate it very carefully and wanted to wash her hands as soon as she was done. But Ridge ate it s-l-o-w-l-y and made a HUGE mess. But he enjoyed it and was cute while doing it, so I forgave him.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
P.S. I'm dying of hunger here.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
I would totally PAY to sit in that anti-stalking class. I imagine the instructor would be listing things off, like, "Watching someone with binonculars while they're sleeping? BAD THING. Following people home? BAD THING." and then of course one of the stalkers would be like, "Well what if we call someone . . . " and the instructor would be all,"well, I guess good thi-" and he finishes,"37 times a day?" And the instructor was all "No, no, no calling 37 times a day is a BAD THING!" (Instead of saying the pledge of allegiance they probably all sing their theme song "Every Step You Take." I know, I'm totally beating that dead horse, but it's hilarious . .. . .to me, anyway. )
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
"I need a name for the boy. You know, to put on his birth certificate."
The mom is still gasping for breath after working so hard for the little guy and is well, a little hormonal and says,
" I DON'T CARE!! I'm tired and I want to sleep! Leave me alone!"
The nurse looks at her and says,
" I understand that. But this is your son, and he needs a name."
The mom, now even more angry says,
" FINE!! I'll name him LaBoob Butt."
The nurse looks confused and said
" Um, but your last name is Jones."
and the mom says,
"Yeah, well, he came OUT OF MY BUTT!"
This is how my mind works. Its very entertaining but makes me wonder if I should be kept in padded room at all times.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Being in Phoenix in the summer makes it almost impossible to be outside without going swimming. We had Cambree and Ridge here for about a week and a half and while they were here they loved going swimming. They were sitting outside drying off and Cambree started grooming Jarica's hair.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
"Who sent me this email?"
Without turning around I just said,
I thought maybe she'd get the hint that I don't know and that I'm involved doing my own important work. (Ok, so I was just playing solitaire. So what?) Instead she says,
" I wish it was from my mom. She died last year. I would give anything to talk to her again."
Then she got really quiet and stopped talking for awhile. So I guess I got the result I was looking for, (a quiet cubie) but I'm now officially the worst person in the history of the world. So I figure its a fair trade-off.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
So this is the sign that is on the property of my work Amex. The first time I saw it I got this hilarious mental image of a group of middle aged men walking out of the building on their lunch break carrying shovels over their shoulders and whistling. They reach the sign and just stare blankly at it and then they look at each other,
"Fiber optic what?"
"Did someone see us digging last time?"
"What are we going to do during our lunch break now?"
"Aw, man. This is the only hobby I had!"
Then they turn around and walk back into the building. Cracks me up every time.