For those of you who live with a domestic partner of some sort:
Please, please, please...
when you place a sticky bug strip in the basement in hopes of trapping the little crawlers,
please, please, PLEASE
warn your parter that you did this!
This will save your partner a heart attack, a bump on the head where it contacted the ceiling, and injury to the vocal cords caused by the shrill shreak in response to viewing sticky bug strip covered with very hairy bugs literally LARGER than MARBLES.
Thank you.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Happy Mama's Day
It would have been more appropriate to make this post yesterday, but my Boys gave me permission to only do what I wanted to do yesterday. Not that I didn't want to post, but it just wasn't in the schedule. And, while I did do some things that I didn't want to do (SO sick of making baby food!), but I still had a day filled with good yoga, good food, played in good dirt, avoided getting attacked by the not-so-good ants again, and had a good Doo until he woke up crabby on the wrong side of the crib... but then it was time to go have dinner with MY mama!
Here's a call-out to all of the mamas out there, especially those who haven't seen their baby's face yet (you know who you are!).
Love,
K
Here's a call-out to all of the mamas out there, especially those who haven't seen their baby's face yet (you know who you are!).
Love,
K
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
What Kind of Nerd Am I?
This was a question asked of me this past weekend, at a friend's birthday party. It is one of those questions I should have had an answer prepared for (similar to the "What's Your Theme Song" question that was recently directed my way; the situation that followed that question is too embarrassing for me to share!).
My friend VC is married to someone quite famous, in the right circles. Also in attendance was their very good friend, someone else who also has the ability to make jaws drop. So many nerds would have willingly peed their pants to attend this party! However, I didn't know who these celebrities were, beyond their association to my friend.
J, of course, knew who they were, and enjoyed meeting them. He spent the better part of the evening sharing travel stories with them.
At one point, VC leaned over to me to whisper, "Isn't J totally nerding out that he's talking to KM right now???" The conversation then progressed to the point where I admitted that I really didn't recognize VC's husband's or KM's names. She was shocked. "I thought you were the type to watch Mystery Science Theatre 3000!"
"What kind of nerd are you, then?" VC and I then spent a few moments dredging up all the nerdy things in my past and all of my nerdy personality traits. I probably should have been quite embarrassed, but in that crowd it was as if I was pinning different shiny gold metals to my chest.
The conclusion was that I was indeed that kind of nerd, and it really was just an abberition that I was not intimately familiar with MST3k.
* * *
And now, to further publically document my own nerdy status, I have to share what I found when I looked into the word 'nerd' at http://www.thesaurus.com/ : "a geek is any smart person with an obsessive interest, a nerd is the same but also lacks social grace, and a dweeb is a mega-nerd."
Apparently, it's not bad to be a geek - being smart is a flattering personality trait, and who doesn't have at least one obsessive interest? The definition of nerd, though, isn't quite as appealing. Do I fit that definition? Unfortunately, the "What Is Your Theme Song?" situation cited above is demonstrative that I do lack social grace.
So, I am a nerd. What kind of nerd am I? The kind that should be watching Mystery Science 3000, but hasn't.
And, at least I'm not a dweeb!
My friend VC is married to someone quite famous, in the right circles. Also in attendance was their very good friend, someone else who also has the ability to make jaws drop. So many nerds would have willingly peed their pants to attend this party! However, I didn't know who these celebrities were, beyond their association to my friend.
J, of course, knew who they were, and enjoyed meeting them. He spent the better part of the evening sharing travel stories with them.
At one point, VC leaned over to me to whisper, "Isn't J totally nerding out that he's talking to KM right now???" The conversation then progressed to the point where I admitted that I really didn't recognize VC's husband's or KM's names. She was shocked. "I thought you were the type to watch Mystery Science Theatre 3000!"
"What kind of nerd are you, then?" VC and I then spent a few moments dredging up all the nerdy things in my past and all of my nerdy personality traits. I probably should have been quite embarrassed, but in that crowd it was as if I was pinning different shiny gold metals to my chest.
The conclusion was that I was indeed that kind of nerd, and it really was just an abberition that I was not intimately familiar with MST3k.
* * *
And now, to further publically document my own nerdy status, I have to share what I found when I looked into the word 'nerd' at http://www.thesaurus.com/ : "a geek is any smart person with an obsessive interest, a nerd is the same but also lacks social grace, and a dweeb is a mega-nerd."
Apparently, it's not bad to be a geek - being smart is a flattering personality trait, and who doesn't have at least one obsessive interest? The definition of nerd, though, isn't quite as appealing. Do I fit that definition? Unfortunately, the "What Is Your Theme Song?" situation cited above is demonstrative that I do lack social grace.
So, I am a nerd. What kind of nerd am I? The kind that should be watching Mystery Science 3000, but hasn't.
And, at least I'm not a dweeb!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Triplets!
Anson is proud to welcome our new additions, and is excited to introduce you to:
Redmond Linden
Miss Magnolia
Deborah Maple
Redmond Linden
Miss Magnolia
Deborah Maple
Monday, April 27, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
How DID He Get So Smart?
Da-Doo is clearly working on developing that brain of his right now:
He reads his favorite books to himself. Hearing "Chicka Chicka Boom Boom" and "Mr. Brown Can Moo, Can You?" are particularly amusing.
He knows a lot of his letters (by sound/name). He stunned me yesterday by telling me all the letters on my "St. Thomas" sweatshirt.
He somehow has learned numbers, too. I recently asked him, "Do you want 1 cranberry or 2?" He replied, "3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8!"
And here's my favorite piece of evidence: On Tuesday, he got more than his fill of Mama, and was quite excited to see J come home. Except J had to leave right away. Da-Doo was NOT happy about this, crying, clinging to J, and demanding: "Up! Up! Up!". Once in J's arms, he hugged him tight, and fiercely resisted being passed back to Mama. J told him that he was sorry, but he had to go. Da-Doo responded by hugging J even tighter, and yelled "Stuck!".
He reads his favorite books to himself. Hearing "Chicka Chicka Boom Boom" and "Mr. Brown Can Moo, Can You?" are particularly amusing.
He knows a lot of his letters (by sound/name). He stunned me yesterday by telling me all the letters on my "St. Thomas" sweatshirt.
He somehow has learned numbers, too. I recently asked him, "Do you want 1 cranberry or 2?" He replied, "3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8!"
And here's my favorite piece of evidence: On Tuesday, he got more than his fill of Mama, and was quite excited to see J come home. Except J had to leave right away. Da-Doo was NOT happy about this, crying, clinging to J, and demanding: "Up! Up! Up!". Once in J's arms, he hugged him tight, and fiercely resisted being passed back to Mama. J told him that he was sorry, but he had to go. Da-Doo responded by hugging J even tighter, and yelled "Stuck!".
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