Cheese...and lots of it!

I just finished reading The Host, and I must say that I really, really liked it. It has, however, come to my attention that according to some, this type of genre is very cheesy and un-scholastic, which is probably not even a word. What can I say to that other than that I am a very cheesy! I like Little House on the Prairie, The Brady Bunch, nada coladas, getting caught in the rain, warm soft fuzzy animals (humans included) with big brown eyes and even though Precious Moments figurines kinda creep me out, I'm starting to like those too.

Furthermore, I am a geek. I like Star Trek (I have owned several costumes) and Star Wars, and in High School I learned how to read and speak Latin because I thought that was cool. And I don't know why I just outed myself like that.

That being said, I'm going to stop worrying so much about my book choices, because frankly, it keeps my mind from turning to mush and keeps me from conversatin' about alligator underwears with Dimples. And....I just got Twilight and I'll be reading it to my hearts content. See ya!

I pity the fool!

I found fabulous Mr. T at DI the other day. I'm not sure why any reasonable person would need one, but it was only $1 and he his recorder still works-so I figured that I must be it's new owner. I think I'll save him for a really great white elephant gift. Oh and I checked him out on eBay and he's selling for about $100 bucks. Yikes!

seriously-what normal person could sleep like this?

mmmmmmmmm

I walked into my pseudo kitchen the other day to find Dimples playing with his food; or so I thought. Turns out that macaroni and cheese is indeed a delicacy when mixed with a heaping spoonful of creamy peanut butter. He was actually eating it-and-enjoying it. He quickly regained his senses though and told me that he was going to send the rest to Hannah Montana.

Sunday funnies

Sunday hairdo tutorial:

1. You must use a fistful of hair putty .
2. You must only smear it down the middle and absolutely no where else.
3. You must not let your mother correct it, you must leave it to harden until it becomes like a built in helmet. (p.s. you need to click on the 2nd photo to see what I'm talking about)Here's the answer to a question that many have inquired of over the years (the answer came in Primary from Mr. D, age 9, a boy wise beyond his years):

Primary president: "What do missionaries do with all their time?".
Mr. D: "Play basketball" (Ha! And you thought proselyte was the correct answer).

I've got a baby that wears a leash and child that now requires a helmet

I've heard a lot of this lately, "Lady, don't you know it's child abuse to put your child on a leash?" Or, "Do you also have a shock collar for that kid?". But I say this, "Whatever (like Nacho Libre)". I can't wait to hear the groans after Dimpled Child's latest adventure, because I think that he may be required to wear a helmet from now on. Before I get to Dimpled Child's latest adventure, you must first know his Head Wound History. Please view these pictures with extreme caution:

Exhibit #1 (Cut next to his eye, courtesy of the futon, made just before a well-needed date for David and I).









Exhibit #2 (Dimples vs. futon, round 2. He was running on the futon and almost fell and hit the arm, Manly Man caught him before the fall, only to have Dimples jump up, run and fall on the opposite arm. That was the cry heard 'round the world, well after a way long, silent cry)












Exhibit #3 (This is actually a shot from before, but it shows a red spot where he smacked his face two more times in the following months-leaving a permanent dimple in that area).












Exhibit #4 (Why yes, those are staples in my child's head)










Exhibit #5 (Last but not least, this is what happens when you don't check if you're child is buckled in. I stopped short in the parking lot and my lovely Dimpled child bonked his head on the windshield and cracked it. No cuts, no head trauma or memory loss, I attribute that to the fact that he was wearing his Superman outfit that day)