If I blog it, he will come.

KEVIN COSTNER, KEVIN COSTNER, KEVIN COSTNER!!

What if the Voice calls while you're gone?

You’d be surprised how many blog entries I come up with in my head that never make it onto paper….or computer screens. And they come at the most random times. In the checkout line at Golden Chick, anxiously awaiting my chicken salad sandwich that is TO DIE FOR. Or changing G’s diaper, and in the midst of applying his prescription butt powder so that his rear-end doesn’t get “yeasty” (Yes, yeasty. I don’t make this stuff up.), AHA! a good idea pops into my head. Inspiration comes in all forms, folks.

And while I’m full of good ideas, GENIUS ideas actually, it means nothing if no one reads this thing. So, I’m channeling my 80’s Kevin Costner for a minute, and asking you all to do me a favor.

If you read this, please leave a comment. I don’t care what you say. It can even be mean. Just leave something. Say Hi. Tell me a funny joke. Anything.

If you’re lucky, more of my genius ideas will make it onto the web. If not, then well….the world is missing out. Big time.

OMG, this is so bananas...

We have this rule in our house that if you find money in the washer or dryer, it's yours to keep. I'm hoping that Will accidentally left $495 in his jeans so that I can get this handbag. It's not even a purse, people. Once you hit a certain level of fabulousness, it becomes a 'handbag.' As Rachel Zoe would say, it's so bananas.

shitmydadsays

This is just plain awesome. And I can't even get mad at this guy that he came up with this before I did. My dad would never say this shit.

http://twitter.com/shitmydadsays

July Love Story

A few of my favorite things in July:

:: Girls trip to Fredericksburg, TX.

:: This little dude.

:: My Pentax K20D SLR. Turns out, I'm holding it wrong. The only thing I learned in my free class from Precision Camera.

:: Augustana, Sweet and Low

Where's the beef?

I have decided that the easiest way to a healthier me is to slowly cut out everything from my diet that doesn't agree with me. One. At. A. Time. I tried to go cold turkey back in February of 2008 and it was horrible. Impossible. Painstakingly miserable.

The first to go is beef. Oh beef, how I love you. But, you've got to go. I guess the 974 Happy Meals that I ate during my pregnancy are no longer an option.

So far, it's been about 2 weeks and it's going okay. Well, except for the fact that I bought a pound of roast beef from the deli and had eaten 2 sandwiches before I realized I WAS EATING BEEF. Dumbass.

How You Doin'

I have often wondered if babies look like boys or girls strictly based on the clothes they wear. I decided to spare my kid the embarrassment of dressing him up like a girl, so I took this picture.

Yep, he’s a boy. Although, now I’m concerned. He looks awfully comfortable draped in pink fur in a porn pose. Should I intervene now, or wait until he’s 13 and is able to express himself freely as a person? I think I’ll wait. And if the pink fur is still around, I’ll take action.