Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Apparently he recognized the problem, because the following is a snippet of the conversation that got us all laughing so hard our sides ached.
His mom (annoyed): WHAT?
D (giggling the whole time): Can you give me a chill pill? or two? PLEASE?
Made you laugh.
Have a great Sunday!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Beast: you HAVE to come see this, they thought of everything!
Me: What are you talking about (no, my annoyance isn't a figment of your imagination, this was like the third time he had interrupted me.)
Beast: TSA, they thought of everything. They have this "Ask Jenn" column where you can ask them anything and they have an instant answer for you.
*A bit of background for you: we were flying out to California the next day and he was checking online for information regarding car seat and stroller restrictions for Alaska Airlines.
Me (as I walk to the room in order to humor him): Please don't tell me you asked if you're allowed to have sex in the bathroom.
Beast (the man actually giggled): Well, uh, sort of. Look!
And here's what I see on the screen:
Guest (this would be Beast of course): Can I join the mile high club?
Jenn: Seeing as I'm virtual, I don't date.
Gotta hand it to them, they did think of everything.
This Love Thursday, I am celebrating accomplishments.
I love that I am in a place in my heart and mind that I can acknowledge the good things I do and the things I like about myself, as well as reveling in the warm fuzzies that accompany completion of tasks I take on. This isn't something I've ever been able to do, for fear of sounding conceited, tooting my own horn...well, you get the picture.
I completed the "25 Days of Christmas" altered book for my parents-in-law, complete with photos and embellishments, prior to our trip. This is the first book I have done, and while daunting in it's task, I thoroughly enjoyed making this book. I showed it off to friends without a moment of awkwardness or self-criticism. This has been hard to come by for a very long time.
When we went to SoCal for Christmas in 2006, I didn't want to waste the time to put up trimmings we wouldn't be around to enjoy. This decision, mixed with the 80 degree California weather (I enjoyed it, don't get me wrong) made it impossible for me to hold onto any Christmas spirit I might have been able to muster in the first place. This year, having realized this mistake, we put the Christmas tree up and it has made a world of difference. Even though it took us three days to finally get the decorations on the tree, we have enjoyed the brilliance of it every moment since. Since I'm such a perfectionist and more than a little anal retentive, I am proud to also recognize that I haven't moved a single ornament that the kids placed an inch apart, or the same color next to each other, or hanging at the very edge of the branch, etc... The surprising, and most important, fact about this accomplishment is that I haven't wanted to.
Yet with all the holiday busyness, the baking, the decorating, the project completing, the playing in the snow and all the normal day-to-day happenings, I was still able to find the time to relax, enjoy myself and just be spontaneously silly.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
**UPDATE: I didn't make the finalists, but you should still go here: http://www.greeblemonkey.com/2008/12/december-greeblepix-contest.html and vote for one of the photos that did. Maybe next time...
Well, this will be a first - and yes, it does make me nervous.
Greeblemonkey is hosting a photo contest this month with no topic. This will be my very first entry...so keep those wicked fingers and toes crossed ladies...hopefully you are about to be famous! *Don't worry, we won't let it go to your heads. Meh!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
(polaroid effect courtesy of picnik.com)
(effect courtesy of picnik.com)
(Mini-Burnham kissing Burnham Bun-in-the-Oven)
And this post would be completely incomplete if not for this next picture.
Subject Beware: it's now policy that if you LET the photographer take the picture, and especially if you redo the act to LET the photographer take the picture, you can't COMPLAIN about the picture. M...kay?
(polaroid effect courtesy of picnik.com)
(cross processing effect courtesy of picnik.com)
I am enamored with these photos and Baby Godzilla's cheeks. He was a complete ham, and thoroughly enraptured with his repeated attempts at tasting those crispy fall leaves. Mom and Dad were fun-blockers on that one, rightly so.
I truly look forward to being honored enough to photograph them again.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Leaving you with those thoughts to ponder, while I try to love myself a little more on this Love Thursday. I believe I can...
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
This is the funniest (and almost the most inappropriate) 33 seconds in our household this evening. Enjoy.
Translation for our non-Spanish speaking readers: Mocos = Boogers and is a term that was taught to The Girl by some old friends who now live in Italy (ahem...we miss you K and R). Hey, gimme a break, a toddler bellowing "Mommy, look MOCOS!" in the middle of a crowded store is way more polite than the alternative "Mommy, look BOOGERS!" It's inevitable either way, so why not camouflage it a little, right?
Saturday, December 6, 2008
I hear The Boy yell at the top of his lungs "DORA!!! Git back here!"
Never mind that he has the name wrong and it should be Dory, how funny and cute is that?
Beast, hearing my chuckle from outside the room, informs me that the other day when The Boy watched Nemo for the whatever time (what's one less than gazillionth?) that he overheard him screech at the top of his 2 1/2 year old lungs, as powerful as they are, "Don't kiss the butt!"
Probably one of my favorite lines in the whole movie. Yours too now, I'll bet.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Last week, I had my coffee-versary. Well, sort of. It was the anniversary of my coffee addiction. No, it wasn't the first time I had coffee, but it was certainly the turning point of my dependence upon it for remaining calm in tough and tiring situations, enabling me to go days without biting off the head of some poor, unsuspecting soul.
I was always the "Hot Chocolate with Mint" kind of girl. I despised even the smell of anything coffee related. Much less was I going to drink the crap. In fact, the Beast suffered at my unrelenting unwillingness to make coffee for him. Poor Beast.
I take it all back. I sincerely do.
It started with the Cinnamon Dulce Latte brought to me by an eager friend. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't addicting...sort of take-it-or-leave-it but a nice treat once in a while, it's innocence overwhelmed my need for consumption.
Then at Midnight Madness on Thanksgiving, another dear friend introduced me to the Peppermint Mocha. It's been all down hill from there. That Peppy Mocha, as I so lovingly refer to it, can be very persuasive.
Now, don't get me wrong. I don't have to drink one every day, but really, it's better for your safety and my sanity if I do. On the days I don't, stay out of my way. Or, better yet, why don't you pick one up for me. Grande, non-fat, no whip Peppermint Mocha---and NOT, I repeat, NOT the Peppermint Mocha Twist. (They went and messed with a good thing. But I digress, that's a post for another time--only love in this one!)