Hey- it's snowing!! In Hot-lanta!!! I got a couple pictures even. I posted them on my flickr account: www.flickr.com/photos/carynabbott . Everyone check them out!
I bought a swing for the baby. Julian has turned out to be a sort of hold-me type baby like Lara was, so I broke down and bought one. So far he seems to love it- except when Lara goes over and tries to play with him while he's sleeping. Grr.
This morning Lara was sitting on the couch and I was feeding Julian. I had put Monster's Inc. on TV and she was staring with a glazed-over expression, with maybe a little drool. I needed to call a friend, so I said, "Hey Lara, go get me the phone." So she said, "okay, mommy, I'll get the phone." Then she continued to sit and stare spacily at the TV. I repeated myself: "Lara, go get the phone for mommy." Without turning her head to look at me, she said, "I'll get the phone in a minute, mommy." Now how do you like that? I laughed out loud- not the best discipline technique, but sheez- the child really has a mind of her own! (In case you were wondering, I did make her get the phone for me.)
As the fabulous Dick Werthheimer said,
"The purpose of life is to fight maturity."
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Blow your nose, Sneeze, Cough, Repeat.
We're sick. Not in the mental way, in the physical I feel like crap way. Asher has an eternal faucet of pure snot coming from his nose, and I can't even sleep because I feel so crappy. Just the way I wanted to start my pregnancy.
I don't know if you watch Sesame Street, but during Elmo's World he has a "friend" named Mr. Noodle. He disturbs me. I think he's a pedophile who managed to land his dream job, working in close proximity with small children and puppets. Nevertheless, I still love Sesame Street.
Adam was proud of the fact that he didn't go shopping once while we were gone, and that he only went out to eat once, and that he only needed to do one load of dishes. I guess God was sending manna or something.
This post is about nothing, I just wanted to post.
I don't know if you watch Sesame Street, but during Elmo's World he has a "friend" named Mr. Noodle. He disturbs me. I think he's a pedophile who managed to land his dream job, working in close proximity with small children and puppets. Nevertheless, I still love Sesame Street.
Adam was proud of the fact that he didn't go shopping once while we were gone, and that he only went out to eat once, and that he only needed to do one load of dishes. I guess God was sending manna or something.
This post is about nothing, I just wanted to post.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Meow?
OK, I'm going to just start posting. If you have any questions, just. Ask.
So, I've never really understood cat-calling, as most women do not. BUT, I also haven't really experienced it much in the past. I've been hit on, for sure, but not hooted and hollered at. Over the holidays, I guess some of the men folk get to feeling a little too jolly- it happened to me twice!
Situation One
Location: The crummy Columbia, TN. Mall
Description: Chad and I were doing some last minute shopping (as is to be expected of us). I was looking for kitchen knives, and he was mostly along for the ride. He saw a game store, I saw a department store, and we agreed that itwould be a good time to split up. In front of the dept. store was a really crappy display with cotton snow and hideous paper mache penguins. Running around this big, rectangular montrosity was an adorable little Hispanic boy. Two Hispanic men were watching him from a bench on the side. As I walked past the two men, I heard a low, but very clear "weet woo" (only in whistle form). I thought, "Maybe they were looking at someone else." as I had been walking in the midst of a few others. I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt. "If they do it again, when I come out," said I to myself, "I will give them a piece of my mind."
So the whole trip around the store was filled with glorious images of those idiots' faces when I gave it to 'em, and man- I gotta tell ya- they were about to get a verbal WHOOPIN'! I walked out of the store, and sure enough, when I got close, I heard the "weet woo," again. I turned, I looked.... down. There was the adorable Hispanic boy. Looking up at me with those huge, brown, Disney eyes. How is a person supposed to yell at a boy's dad in front of them? Needless to say I walked away feeling defeated.
Situation Two
Location: A random gas station about 45 min. away from our house
Description: We were almost home, but we really needed to pee. So, we stopped at a little po-dunk gas station/deli on the way home from Tennessee. Chad went in with Sage, I stayed in the car and waited (Orion was sleeping). When Chad got back, I went in alone. In the front corner of this place was a little nook with a few benches and tables. When I walked past, I heard a loud "RRAAAOW RRAAAOW!(like an angry cat) WOOF WOOF WOOF!!"
What. The. Heck?! Again, I go with the same plan. If they do it again, I will give them a piece of my mind. Bunch of lousy, no good, nasty truckers (insert more choice phrases here). I came out of the W.C. and they did it again. This time, there were no adorable Disney Hispanic children stopping me. I glared. I glared long and hard. The idiot cowards just sat there and stared. The only problem was that there were a lot of idiot cowards. About five to be exact. Do I really want to start a fight at night with a bunch of fat, nasty truckers? Not really. Well, anyway, they got the biggest huff and roll of the eyes they've ever gotten, that's for sure.
I just have to know... what is that about? Do they think that's a compliment? I don't even know what meowing means! At first I thought they were trying to tell me I was catty, but they had no reason to suspect that.. it just gets me at an intellectual level. What is the thought process? What do they think they're communicating and what do they expect will result? "Hey, baby, I love the way you... rrraow at me?" Maybe that's the way it goes in "XXX" movies. Too bad I wouldn't know.
....nasty fat truckers.... (none of that being directed at our father, of course)
So, I've never really understood cat-calling, as most women do not. BUT, I also haven't really experienced it much in the past. I've been hit on, for sure, but not hooted and hollered at. Over the holidays, I guess some of the men folk get to feeling a little too jolly- it happened to me twice!
Situation One
Location: The crummy Columbia, TN. Mall
Description: Chad and I were doing some last minute shopping (as is to be expected of us). I was looking for kitchen knives, and he was mostly along for the ride. He saw a game store, I saw a department store, and we agreed that itwould be a good time to split up. In front of the dept. store was a really crappy display with cotton snow and hideous paper mache penguins. Running around this big, rectangular montrosity was an adorable little Hispanic boy. Two Hispanic men were watching him from a bench on the side. As I walked past the two men, I heard a low, but very clear "weet woo" (only in whistle form). I thought, "Maybe they were looking at someone else." as I had been walking in the midst of a few others. I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt. "If they do it again, when I come out," said I to myself, "I will give them a piece of my mind."
So the whole trip around the store was filled with glorious images of those idiots' faces when I gave it to 'em, and man- I gotta tell ya- they were about to get a verbal WHOOPIN'! I walked out of the store, and sure enough, when I got close, I heard the "weet woo," again. I turned, I looked.... down. There was the adorable Hispanic boy. Looking up at me with those huge, brown, Disney eyes. How is a person supposed to yell at a boy's dad in front of them? Needless to say I walked away feeling defeated.
Situation Two
Location: A random gas station about 45 min. away from our house
Description: We were almost home, but we really needed to pee. So, we stopped at a little po-dunk gas station/deli on the way home from Tennessee. Chad went in with Sage, I stayed in the car and waited (Orion was sleeping). When Chad got back, I went in alone. In the front corner of this place was a little nook with a few benches and tables. When I walked past, I heard a loud "RRAAAOW RRAAAOW!(like an angry cat) WOOF WOOF WOOF!!"
What. The. Heck?! Again, I go with the same plan. If they do it again, I will give them a piece of my mind. Bunch of lousy, no good, nasty truckers (insert more choice phrases here). I came out of the W.C. and they did it again. This time, there were no adorable Disney Hispanic children stopping me. I glared. I glared long and hard. The idiot cowards just sat there and stared. The only problem was that there were a lot of idiot cowards. About five to be exact. Do I really want to start a fight at night with a bunch of fat, nasty truckers? Not really. Well, anyway, they got the biggest huff and roll of the eyes they've ever gotten, that's for sure.
I just have to know... what is that about? Do they think that's a compliment? I don't even know what meowing means! At first I thought they were trying to tell me I was catty, but they had no reason to suspect that.. it just gets me at an intellectual level. What is the thought process? What do they think they're communicating and what do they expect will result? "Hey, baby, I love the way you... rrraow at me?" Maybe that's the way it goes in "XXX" movies. Too bad I wouldn't know.
....nasty fat truckers.... (none of that being directed at our father, of course)
Monday, January 14, 2008
Trial Run
Hey, Ladies! Well, here we are, on a BLOG! exciting, no? OK, so, I think blogger is pretty self explanitory. I'm not sure what the invitation you recieved looked like, but I think it should take you through signing up step by step. If not, just e-mail me your questions. All I really know is that when you log in, you just click on "posting" and you type up what you want to say. Above the place where you're posting are all the helpful little things like bold type or italic type or text color. You have other options. Like, when you're posting a little blurb of an article, or a conversation, you can;
You can also click on the photo or video icons to... post photos or videos. Try posting only a few pics at a time. I will add our flickr addresses to the side of the page so that our page isn't overrun with pictures. On slow 'pooters like mine, it would take too long to load. Well, if you're able to get set up... happy posting! Oh, and we can change the name and description. I figured it'd be easiest to start with a free account and if we seem to have a good time with it, we can actually buy a domain. Yipee! Yay for being "hip!" Go ahead and post once you get the idea of what to do. Peace, yo.
click on the " to make it come up all cool
You can also click on the photo or video icons to... post photos or videos. Try posting only a few pics at a time. I will add our flickr addresses to the side of the page so that our page isn't overrun with pictures. On slow 'pooters like mine, it would take too long to load. Well, if you're able to get set up... happy posting! Oh, and we can change the name and description. I figured it'd be easiest to start with a free account and if we seem to have a good time with it, we can actually buy a domain. Yipee! Yay for being "hip!" Go ahead and post once you get the idea of what to do. Peace, yo.
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