Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Wanted: a few hours of "free" time

Maybe I should make that a few days, because my "must do" list is beginning to take on a life of its own. And I need to get it taken care of so I can do the things I my "should do" and "nice to do" lists as well.

Like, upload a few months' worth of pictures.

Because there are photos like this just begging to be shared (not to mention the ones from "Meet the Preds" night I promised my sister way back when...)

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Getting Cheeky

Maybe it's just me, but if I were to travel to Nashville from Columbus to watch my hockey team play the Predators, I think I would wear a pair of jeans that did not have a hole that allowed a significant portion of my ass cheek to hang out.

And if I did, I'd probably make sure I had underwear on underneath. Or a nice ass.

Friday, November 09, 2007

Friday night phrase of the week

This is a tough one. It's either:

"Woof-foof", which is how he greeted Lillie Biscuit and her sister, who were playing in the back yard when we got home this afternoon, or...

"Mama! Mama! MahMAHHHH!!!"

Which was his reaction when his daddy came on television at 6:20.

You decide.

*EDITED TO ADD*
The reaction was pure excitement and joy. He was waving and calling out to his daddy (although he was a little confused as to what to call daddy), not screaming for me...

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

It's sort of like a party without the pressure of social interaction

At this time of year every year for the past few years, I've been going to a Pampered Chef party at my sister's neighbor's house. The idea is you can get gifts for others and stock up on your own essentials for the holiday entertaining season. I usually just treat myself to what I've been wishing I had ordered since the last party. Because, you, know, I love me some Pampered Chef kitchen stuff.

Anyway, my sister's neighbor is very pregnant (as in getting near the end; I do realize one either is or is not pregnant) and seems to think it would be too much of a bother to host a Pampered Chef show at her home.

So, it looked like there would be no annual fix for me.

:(

But, fear not. There's a happy ending to this drawn out and seemingly pointless story.

I've been talked into "hosting" a Pampered Chef catalog show.

This means if you happen to enjoy Pampered Chef products but don't have the time to arrange to host or attend a show, you can browse the online catalog (or I can get you a paper catalog) and place an order and never have to leave your house! Well, if you want to meet me for lunch or dinner to deliver your stuff, you can, or, for a few dollars more, you can choose to have your stuff sent directly to you and never leave the house.

Seriously, this isn't a hard sell. If you like Pampered Chef and would like to order something or just browse the site and look for possible gift ideas, send me an email and I'll send you the super secret Linda's Pampered Chef party link.

Party is scheduled to close November 15th, so let me know before then if you're interested. It technically ain't over until the fat lady sings I say it is.

Friday, November 02, 2007

We'll be reading our potty books a lot... just to get comfortable with the idea

Found while browsing around for information about J.J.'s recent checkup (btw, he's off the chart in height -- big surprise):

Many toddlers develop the physical and cognitive skills necessary for toilet training, such as being able to pull their pants up and down easily, between 18 and 24 months of age,...


18 months? WOO HOO!

And then, went on to read:

but some aren't ready to start until they're as old as 4.


Oof. That would suck.

4.

Four.

FOUR.

Considering J.J.'s already in a size 6 diaper, I'm hoping he won't wait until he's 4. In that case, I'll be drawing smiley faces on Depends...