"Big 'ole pile of shiffffttttttt work
11 to 3
3 to 11
11 to 7"
I don't personally work shifts, but I am knee-deep in "shift" work these days! And my blog is suffering because of it, as is the laundry, emailing my friends, time with Nate and Carson.....the list could go on.
(Mom, listen to Kenny Chesney and this will make sense!)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
NOGGIN
In an effort to help my kid "learn," I have updated our dishNetwork package and thus added NOGGIN (and BRAVO - Yeah!) to our channel repertoire. I still have no clue what Yo Gabba Gabba! is, or how the heck to pronounce Ni Hao, Kai-Lan. Carson and I will learn together, I guess....
(Other Mommas - I seriously am clueless when it comes to Kid-TV. Any program suggestions?)
(For the record, that is Nate's Skittles wrapper!)
(Other Mommas - I seriously am clueless when it comes to Kid-TV. Any program suggestions?)
(For the record, that is Nate's Skittles wrapper!)
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Shoe Limitations
We went to the mall yesterday to get Carson his first pair of "big boy" shoes. (He is about to move in to the Elephant Room, a.k.a the 1-yr old room, at day care, and apparently the elephants have a shoe rule.) Anyway, my dad has very wide feet, and so does Nate's dad. (I happen to have very narrow feet, but that's beside the point.) As luck would have it, Carson has extra wide feet too. That's right - he wears a 5 XW, which means our only shoe options for our tank are New Balance and/or Stride Rite.
Fred Flintstone would be so proud!
Fred Flintstone would be so proud!
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Those damn tigers!
Despite the fact that my Illini got their butts kicked, I had a great time at the game with my Mizzou hubby.
Illinois 9 - Missouri 37
Illinois 9 - Missouri 37
Friday, September 4, 2009
Walking in Memphis
Then I'm walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel
Yes, I feel (felt) frustrated after a five and a half hour trip home from Memphis last weekend did not result in a car nap for Carson. He did eventually fall asleep, as we were pulling in the damn driveway! The last half of the trip consisted of constant whimpers, back-arching like no other, and some serious "tune out" by Mom and Dad. (Amy, I can only wait until Carson's pulls an "Are you done ignoring me?" moment. She is seriously so smart!)
Regardless of the drive home, we had a great time with the Corless Clan. How I managed not to take one single picture during the trip, I don't know. Oh, well - it's the quality time we spent with friends that matters most, right?!
We miss you guys already!!
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel
Yes, I feel (felt) frustrated after a five and a half hour trip home from Memphis last weekend did not result in a car nap for Carson. He did eventually fall asleep, as we were pulling in the damn driveway! The last half of the trip consisted of constant whimpers, back-arching like no other, and some serious "tune out" by Mom and Dad. (Amy, I can only wait until Carson's pulls an "Are you done ignoring me?" moment. She is seriously so smart!)
Regardless of the drive home, we had a great time with the Corless Clan. How I managed not to take one single picture during the trip, I don't know. Oh, well - it's the quality time we spent with friends that matters most, right?!
We miss you guys already!!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Chicken of the Sea
I'm talking tuna, Ms. Simpson. (I personally think Nick and Jessica will hook up sometime in the next year.)
My cat Monster has been getting a scoop of tuna every morning for several years. This stopped, of course, when we brought home Carson. I decided to stop neglecting my cat about a week ago and reinstated the "breakfast tuna." Two Saturdays ago (I have been disgustingly busy at work lately. Slacking with blogging is the least of my worries!), I put a scoop of tuna on a plastic lid and Monster went to town. Seconds later I saw Monster dart into the dining room. Kitty, I just started to re-spoil you. What's the deal?
The deal is Carson. He crawled over to the pile of tuna, squeezed it between his hands and ate it. Gross!
Do you know how hard it is to get rid of tuna-smell? Very - my kid smelled like rotten fish the rest of the day.
My cat Monster has been getting a scoop of tuna every morning for several years. This stopped, of course, when we brought home Carson. I decided to stop neglecting my cat about a week ago and reinstated the "breakfast tuna." Two Saturdays ago (I have been disgustingly busy at work lately. Slacking with blogging is the least of my worries!), I put a scoop of tuna on a plastic lid and Monster went to town. Seconds later I saw Monster dart into the dining room. Kitty, I just started to re-spoil you. What's the deal?
The deal is Carson. He crawled over to the pile of tuna, squeezed it between his hands and ate it. Gross!
Do you know how hard it is to get rid of tuna-smell? Very - my kid smelled like rotten fish the rest of the day.
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