Stupid camera and its insufficient memory space for the last word... "Mommy."
It's official. She loves me. (And Daddy.) And we love her too.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
How Well Do You Know the Hoodenpyles?
Jim and I don't think this commercial is funny.
Well, we take that back. We like one second (and exactly one second) of it. We can stare at this commercial straight faced and unamused until one particular moment, and then we fall to pieces. Laughter. Laughter with tears streaming down the cheeks, actually.
How well do you know the Hoodenpyles? Can you name the second?
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Brigitte Dale
Yes! That's right! A new label: Things That Make Me Happy. Here is my first on the list:
Lately I've discovered Brigitte Dale. I love Brigitte Dale. I'm completely convinced that Brigitte Dale would love me too if she knew me. This is not unlike my belief that John Mayer would fall madly in love with me if only he would spot me in a concert crowd one day and somehow just know that I was his one and only. Or perhaps it is similar to the way that Danavee believes a friendship with Kelly Clarkson is written in the stars for her. (I know, right? Mine are so much more likely... )
But back to Brigitte. Brigitte is a "video blogger". Don't worry. I didn't know what that was either. Look up her name on YouTube and you'll find more than 400 video blog entries... all funny and awkward and neat. She makes me want to be a video blogger too. How fun to just talk to yourself about funny things all day.... for a job!? I think I could make a decent go of this profession although I don't know who would be my boss, or who would pay me, or what I'd talk about.. but... still. I think I might get hung up on the way my nose looks on camera from time to time, but it sure would be fun. (My mom is freaking out right now. No, mom. I'm not going to become a video blogger. That's just weird.)
Watch a sample. I love Brigitte. Brigitte makes me happy.
Lately I've discovered Brigitte Dale. I love Brigitte Dale. I'm completely convinced that Brigitte Dale would love me too if she knew me. This is not unlike my belief that John Mayer would fall madly in love with me if only he would spot me in a concert crowd one day and somehow just know that I was his one and only. Or perhaps it is similar to the way that Danavee believes a friendship with Kelly Clarkson is written in the stars for her. (I know, right? Mine are so much more likely... )
But back to Brigitte. Brigitte is a "video blogger". Don't worry. I didn't know what that was either. Look up her name on YouTube and you'll find more than 400 video blog entries... all funny and awkward and neat. She makes me want to be a video blogger too. How fun to just talk to yourself about funny things all day.... for a job!? I think I could make a decent go of this profession although I don't know who would be my boss, or who would pay me, or what I'd talk about.. but... still. I think I might get hung up on the way my nose looks on camera from time to time, but it sure would be fun. (My mom is freaking out right now. No, mom. I'm not going to become a video blogger. That's just weird.)
Watch a sample. I love Brigitte. Brigitte makes me happy.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Say What?!
Emma's words... where do they come from? This one has popped up at bath time lately when little fingers get puckered.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Halloween 2009
We tricked and treated in the Hills' neighborhood this year. Jack was really a lot happier to do this than this picture lets on. Here are Jack and Zoe on front porch 'candy duty'. The pumpkin to the right hit the sweets a little too hard, you might notice. Tsk.
There! That's more like it Jack. Jim is dressed as Elmo in the background. I can't get him to stop sleeping in this outfit.
A happy cat.
I was just teasing. Elmo was some other Halloween diehard on the street. Here's Jim in his Jim costume. Happy Halloween!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Back to Blog Business
Okay. It's time.
Life events are passing me by, and still, I'll have you know that I have no desire to write about them. Don't get me wrong. This is an unpleasant and uncomfortable lack of desire. I miss this blog. I miss getting a good idea and being absolutely squirmy until I could get it on "paper." I miss connecting with you, reader, here in this spot too. I miss it. I really do. But. I don't even know. There's definitely a "but."
Regardless, it's time to quit sulking. I'm going to sit here and force it.
Here are a few things that are blogworthy, but for whatever reason, I've turned up my nose at typing it all out before now. Enough! Let's catch up and get back to business.
Jack has started first grade. He's completely loving it. And he's reading like you wouldn't believe. We practice spelling words every night for homework. We read. We laugh. We work together well. I recently talked with his teacher at parent-teacher conference time, and he received a glowing report. He is somewhat "talkative" at times, but he's a good boy. His first official standardized achievement scores indicate a natural knack for math. And I'm so glad that Jim has passed this on to Jack. He is quirky, tenderhearted, and sweet. And his most cherished possession at the moment is a child-sized "Snuggie"... yes, as seen on TV. He's always been an infomercial addict. This must also be somewhere in the gene pool. Uncle Lee has a similar (weird) affection for Ginsu knife sets, juicers, and Sham-Wow's, and it has somehow wriggled over into Jack's DNA as well. But, yes, the Snuggie is the "it" thing in his life, at the moment. This makes me laugh. Jack is my sweetheart.
As for Emma, she seems to be developing at an unbelieveably rapid rate. She talks nonstop, and I'm not sure that there's anything she can't attempt to say. Her "no's" are resolute and sometimes shouted with furrowed eyebrows because she's not A BIT intimidated by her parents' furrowed eyebrows. And her "yes's" are lisped sweetly in the most adorable way. Lately, my favorite responses are "Coming!" when her name is called from across the house and "Cooo-oool!" when she thinks something is.... well.... cool. At this age, Emma is very independent, assertive, and outgoing. She caught on to Trick-or-Treating in a matter of seconds, complete with "Happy Halloween's!" and "Trick-or-Treats" unprompted. I don't know how this girl knows half of what she knows. But I think she is absolutely amazing. She'll be two at the end of this month, you know. And that is also amazing.
Happy recent ten year anniversary to Jim and me! We enjoyed a whirlwind trip to Vegas, and that was fun. Next comes a cruise to the Caribbean in March. Bring on Spring! I'm restless and ready now!
Life events are passing me by, and still, I'll have you know that I have no desire to write about them. Don't get me wrong. This is an unpleasant and uncomfortable lack of desire. I miss this blog. I miss getting a good idea and being absolutely squirmy until I could get it on "paper." I miss connecting with you, reader, here in this spot too. I miss it. I really do. But. I don't even know. There's definitely a "but."
Regardless, it's time to quit sulking. I'm going to sit here and force it.
Here are a few things that are blogworthy, but for whatever reason, I've turned up my nose at typing it all out before now. Enough! Let's catch up and get back to business.
Jack has started first grade. He's completely loving it. And he's reading like you wouldn't believe. We practice spelling words every night for homework. We read. We laugh. We work together well. I recently talked with his teacher at parent-teacher conference time, and he received a glowing report. He is somewhat "talkative" at times, but he's a good boy. His first official standardized achievement scores indicate a natural knack for math. And I'm so glad that Jim has passed this on to Jack. He is quirky, tenderhearted, and sweet. And his most cherished possession at the moment is a child-sized "Snuggie"... yes, as seen on TV. He's always been an infomercial addict. This must also be somewhere in the gene pool. Uncle Lee has a similar (weird) affection for Ginsu knife sets, juicers, and Sham-Wow's, and it has somehow wriggled over into Jack's DNA as well. But, yes, the Snuggie is the "it" thing in his life, at the moment. This makes me laugh. Jack is my sweetheart.
As for Emma, she seems to be developing at an unbelieveably rapid rate. She talks nonstop, and I'm not sure that there's anything she can't attempt to say. Her "no's" are resolute and sometimes shouted with furrowed eyebrows because she's not A BIT intimidated by her parents' furrowed eyebrows. And her "yes's" are lisped sweetly in the most adorable way. Lately, my favorite responses are "Coming!" when her name is called from across the house and "Cooo-oool!" when she thinks something is.... well.... cool. At this age, Emma is very independent, assertive, and outgoing. She caught on to Trick-or-Treating in a matter of seconds, complete with "Happy Halloween's!" and "Trick-or-Treats" unprompted. I don't know how this girl knows half of what she knows. But I think she is absolutely amazing. She'll be two at the end of this month, you know. And that is also amazing.
Happy recent ten year anniversary to Jim and me! We enjoyed a whirlwind trip to Vegas, and that was fun. Next comes a cruise to the Caribbean in March. Bring on Spring! I'm restless and ready now!
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