Archive for the 'Silliness' Category



16
Mar
09

Hi, I’m Bob the tomato!

Yah, I’m using Veggie Tales again in my post!  🙂

My dear little sister is an assistant manager at a tanning salon in Fort Worth. When I was dropping off the girls this morning up there, she let me get a VersaSpa spray tan!  Wow!  Ummm…every time I catch myself in the mirror I scare myself a little bit.  😉   I’m just not used to being ‘tan’ (or some would say orange?!?).

From March 2009
22
Feb
09

genius in training

Why is it that Asher eats more grown-up food than I do?

From February 2009

Call me a sucker, but when I saw this on the baby food shelf, I couldn’t resist.  It promises “fortified with DHA, an omega-3 essential fatty acid associated with helping children gain weight and learn faster.”  I mean, Asher needs all the help he can get since he is the third child.  😉  (Some days I think, “have I read a book to him this week?!?”)

**Not to be outdone by an inferior brand, Gerber has recently come out with ‘Vegetable Risotto with Cheese’ and Plum Organics has ‘Black Bean Tomato Ragout’.

From February 2009
14
Feb
09

Happy Heart Day!

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09
Feb
09

a very special valentine

My girls love doing crafts and so grandma got them lots of foam hearts, stickers, and letters.  They have loved decorating the hearts for Valentines Day.  Ella, especially, will spend hours doing this.  Tonight, as I was cleaning up the girl’s craft table, I noticed a heart that Ella ‘decorated’ with letters.  Let’s just hope she still doesn’t know how to spell words or I have a future in AA meetings with her.

From February 2009

You’ll notice the ‘Es’ are really ‘3s’ because now that she is 3, she insists on putting them on every heart she decorates. I think it is her ‘signature.’

05
Feb
09

I thought I taught you better than this…

I’m pretty much OCD when it comes to matching. Picking out my kid’s clothes can get time consuming because of this, so I always do it the night before. And with girls?  Well the bow, the shoes, and the earrings need to match so that takes a little more of my time. Yesterday, just a little piece of my heart broke when Rilyn showed me her Barbie that she dressed herself.

From February 2009

Here as I sit with only Asher home, I am struggling to refrain myself from redressing that Barbie. Just turn away Julie, just turn away.

20
Jan
09

fade to black

My friend told me about how to make $70 extra bucks a week by:

1. lying down for an hour twice a week on a recliner

2. with my laptop (or a book)

3. and have free childcare

I just couldn’t pass up this opportunity!  The only catch is that you have to have one arm hostage to a needle while it is sucking out your plasma (there is a more scientific way to explain the process but you know what I mean).  Well, I’ve never had a problem with giving blood so I was ready to start as soon as I could.

Today was my fourth time to give plasma.  It just so happened that today my plasma sucking machine ‘malfunctioned’, (which they say almost never happens.)

Except to me of course.

Anyway, something about my red blood cells escaping into the tube that was bringing my plasma into the plasma bag-(hey, I’m not a doctor!).  So, for that reason, I had to be disconnected to the machine asap.  Therefore, I could not get any of my blood back that I had just now ‘donated’ and I couldn’t get any saline pumped back into my body so I could feel ‘replenished’ from all my now, missing plasma.   So, I get disconnected and stand up and walk to get my money that I well earned.  I walk about 20 feet and need to sit down.

Fade to black.

Next thing I know I hear the phlebotomist who dismissed me to leave say, “M’am?  Are you okay?”

Well, I was all sweaty and slouched over across the chairs, dizzy, lightheaded, and I couldn’t see but black and purple blotches so yah, I was not feeling that great.  Apparently, I blacked out when I sat down.  So then, 3 phlebotomists and a doctor helped me back to a recliner (I must of been a sight to see for the other 50 donaters as I’m being helped by 4 men and I totally cannot see.)  I rest there for awhile and they tell me, “We probably should of given you the saline.”  You think so?  After 20 extra minutes of rest and a bottle of water and my blood pressure taken 15 times, they let me go.  So, am I donating again?  Um…YES.  They told me the chances of a machine malfunctioning on me again is almost never.  I think I’ve heard that before somewhere but I like lessons learned the hard way.

As I was driving home, Rilyn (who was in childcare at the time-the ‘plasma playroom’ as I like to call it) asked me why I give my plasma.  I told her that I am saving lives.  She got really weepy and asked, “Will you save my life mommy?”  I told her that she doesn’t need it.  She said, “You want me to die?”  I told her she isn’t sick and then she told me that sometimes she has a cold and will need my plasma then.  I told her when you are in a hospital and your body is sick inside then you might need plasma.  She asked, “when I’m a mommy, will I have to give plasma like you? (she is staring wide-eyed at my lime green band wrapped around my elbow)  “No, Rilyn.  And you know what?  (truth prevails as I grow weary trying to explain to Rilyn how I’m trying to save the world, one plasma bag at a time)   Mommy is giving plasma to make money, ok?”

“Oh, OKAY!”  end of conversation.

16
Jan
09

I have a dream

Rilyn loves to talk about what she learned at school.   She asked me yesterday, “Who killed King Martin?”
“What?” I said.
“You know King Martin, he made the children of all colors love each other?”
“Oh, Martin Luther King!”
“Yes!! Man I miss that guy! I have him in my heart.”

30
Dec
08

Hate is the word that comes to mind…

If you don’t know, I’m pretty anal about putting away holiday decorations right after the holiday. All the Christmas decorations were put away this past weekend except my wreath on the door because I thought I could get away with leaving it up for one more week.  Even Rilyn, noticing every discrepancy to the smallest detail said to me, “Why is our wreath still up?  Christmas is over.”  (She also told this to the Chick-fil-A employees today who still have their Christmas decor up.)  Well, I should of listened to Rilyn.

As a child growing up in southern California I despised birds. The seagulls would come up to my towel on the beach and eat my lunch. I specifically remember one of them grabbing my sandwich bag filled with oreos and flying off. I HATE birds.
So, imagine my horror when I opened my front door yesterday (from inside my house) and a big nasty bird was sitting in my Christmas wreath.  I shrieked, and it immediately flew into my neck/shoulder. I think it probably was the grossest feeling I’ve ever had.   And it even scratched my neck/shoulder with its nasty feet. Did I mention I HATE birds?  My Christmas wreath was immediately replaced with a wreath full of silver prickly branches for winter that I hope if a bird tries to nest in, they will die.

From December 2008

Consequence for leaving Christmas decor up for too long.

15
Dec
08

it makes me wonder

It makes me wonder where my daughter comes up with these things but, alas, here is one of her recent creations.  A robot that guards mommy’s door so I can sleep.  She told me what words to spell for her and obviously she wrote them herself and then taped the robot to my bedroom door all by herself.  Now I finally feel like I can sleep in peace. Thanks Rilyn.

From December 2008
Momma is sleeping.  Don’t go in there              
19
Nov
08

bed brows

I’m pretty sure my son is the only baby who gets these when he wakes up…

From November 2008
From November 2008



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