Random Things

If you babysit for me, bring an extra shirt. My 3 year old potty trained son might just wake up an hour after going to bed, and while you are trying to console him, he might just pee on you. It's okay, because then you can rightfully ask for more money.

I LOVE NieNie. I'm trying to get her button on my blog. If you don't know what I'm talking about, wait for the button, and then check out her blog and prepare to be amazed by all that she and her husband and kids and family have been through. I think about her a lot and the challenges she is facing (after being burned in a plane crash along with her hubby last august). I appreciate her blog because she keeps it real. And she loves being a mother.

I know five people that have babies due next week. That's what they get for holding hands. All of them have kids, but their upcoming baby is the first one of that sex for them. (ex: Nicole has two girls and now is having a boy...) I'm trying to think of baby gifts to send them. Ones that will actually get sent.

I am addicted to chocolate/sweets/food. What is wrong with me? I've decided that it's Beau's fault and naturally, once I'm done nursing, all desire for things unhealthy will leave me and I'll be the healthiest person ever with a "who cares about that pan of brownies, I'll just have a little bite and that will be immensely satisfying and I won't even look at the pan again until it's in my sink, empty because someone else ate them all." Right.

I am "training" for a 5K. "Training" as in "achilles tendonitis." The tendons in my heels HURT. I'd like to say it's because I'm an uber runner and I've been overdoing it, but I don't think less than 6 miles a week qualifies as overdoing it. My purpose for running should be clear from the previous statement.

Beau is trying to crawl. Yay/sob.

Rus wants to buy a gun. I want nightstands. He doesn't seem to remember that I wanted nightstands first. So, I'm going to "re-purpose" his current nightstand, really a plant stand, to actually be a plant stand, and then see if he'd like to rething buying nightstands. Or giving me the time to make them. Either works.

Bekah spelled SPOON today by sounding out all the letters, and with my help. Genius.

Carl's Jr. milkshakes are the best ever. A very well spent $3.00, especially if it is one of those days.

I saw Taken and will never let my children leave the country. Or go anywhere by themselves. I'm beginning to see the inspiration for convents.

I love Ramona Quimby. Oh, and you should read "Al Capone Does My Shirts." It's probably in your library's Jr. section, but it's a insightful, sweet, funny book. I read one too many trashy novels, and now it's only the junior section for me. Anyone remember their favorite books from middle school? I want to get my hands on "My Fifth Grade Teacher is an Alien". At least I think that's what it's called.

Rus has an idea stuck in his head. Bad sign. Especially when his idea is that our next vehicle should be a 4WD van. Hightop. Complete with sink. Curtains. Shag carpet. AC. DVD player, of course. I hope it comes with shame-sunglasses and a wig for me.

Jacob likes to tell me "I LOVE ya Mommy!" It fills my heart with sprinkles. The confetti kind.

I love granola. Not granolas - a little too natural for me, but pour me a bowl of granola with cashews and puffed rice and I'll consider it a great way to greet the day. Yum.

Sometimes I read the end of a book first, just to see if it is worth my time.

My favorite political bumper sticker is "Obamanation".

We drove behind a truck today that said "Reed's Radiator Service: The best place in town to take a leak!" Ah...let's just say I arrived at church smiling.

Make it a great week! I love ya!