24 November 2012

Oh, Charles

How is it that the boy can drive me bananas all day and fuss and scream and be a pisser, but then after he goes to bed all I want to do is look at pictures of him?

Happy 8 months to Baby Charlie.

And get outta here, post-bath hair.

Thanks and Giving!

Phew!  Our Thanksgiving was chill and fun and delicious.  It was just our little family and our friend Cris, and it was quiet and relaxing.  Granted, we still made enough food to feed Honey Boo Boo's whole family, but still.  I'm still enjoying leftovers.  The highs and lows?


  • Open-window weather!
  • Great scheduling made for a relaxing day
  • hilarious football game that I'm pretty sure was really just a blooper reel
  • introducing young Charles to the glory of Thanksgiving food
  • Not being at work
  • Friends Thanksgiving episode marathon
  • Finished Christmas shopping
  • That baby sure is cute
  • Dog friends
  • Going Black Friday shopping and somehow making money
  • Putting Charlie on the swings on the playground (cute-splosion!)
  • Yet another (and my last I swear it!) sober holiday
  • I really effed up the gravy and somehow it became really delicious "gravy dip" that looked like chipotle ranch.  
  • Sweet dog has to wear a cone because of the mange*
Also, I didn't take a single picture over the holiday.  But I did take some recently (since my last post that was something like two years ago) that I liked.  Here you go.

Also, I'm watching this HGTV show right now called Love It or List It and I really want to choke this homeowner woman.  She should be homeless and have mange.

Also, Mitch and Charlie keep trying to make out.  It's gross.  Today we had a long discussion about the perils of incest and bestiality.

Also, put the big H on my chest because I'm a total hypocrite.  Totally parked in the "reserved for expectant mothers" space at the mall today.  Sheesh.

Well, enjoy your last days of holiday.  We will be.

*In case you were wondering or thought that maybe mange was fun, let me assure you that no, no it is not fun.  It is awful and disgusting and I feel bad for my pup because he's clearly uncomfortable and I feel bad for myself because my pup is really annoying when he's uncomfortable.

11 November 2012

This and That

Well, well, internet friends.  I have been a terrible blogger lately.  I know.  Let's just pretend that at the beginning of every post from here on out there's an apology for not writing frequently enough.  Sorry.  In my defense, though, we've been quite busy.

In the last ten days we've gone to Charleston, come back, hung out with Matt's parents, ate a lot of food, made a cake, cleaned the house, did 897 loads of laundry, switched bedrooms in the house, celebrated the election victory of our favorite president and vice-president, got spoiled rotten, and discovered the new fun of pulling ourselves up on stuff/chasing a very mobile 7-month old.

Oh, and Mitch has mange.  It's awful.  You shan't be seeing pictures of him on this post because he would be so humiliated.  There's missing fur, swollen eyes, a lampshade, and the always-fun activity of trying to get the pup to take medicine.

But I've had a list of stuff to talk to you about on my little computer post-it for weeks now, and I totes have some stuff to share with you.

Oh crap.  It got deleted.  Shoot.  Well, I'll do my best.

1.  Went to see Louis C.K. a few weeks ago.  It was, as you would imagine, amazeballs.  Hilarious, fun, and delicious (thank you, king-sized bag of Skittles!).  Very fun to get out for an adult activity.  That sounded dirtier than it was supposed to.

2.  I love this thing.  First saw it on Pinterest for these bouncing ball things that are also quite fun where the balls bounce when you make noise.  It was advertised as a way to keep classrooms of kids quiet.  Worked the opposite for me.  My kids would be quiet for about 10 seconds and then take turns screaming to see if they could get all of the balls off the screen.  But the trippy one?  Well it's true to its name.  My favorite is to stare at it and then look at the giant "Big Brother Is Watching You" poster I have in the room.  Also keeps kids quiet for way longer than the bouncing balls.

3.  Go, Obam'!  Go gay marriage!  Go ladies!  Go legalized weed! (True fact: I've never smoked weed.  Didn't get around to it in college and then by the time I thought it might be fun I had a job that I didn't want to risk losing.  But as soon as that shit's legalized I'm going to try it out.  During the summer and when I'm un-pregnant and someone else is taking care of my babies, but still.)

4.  Driving me effing insane that I don't know what this next kid is.  My OB (who is crazy but awesome) assures me that it will be a naked baby.  I even tried to exaggerate some pulled muscle pain I was having to make it sound more alarming so that I could get an ultrasound and find out, but to no avail.  DAMMIT.  I don't even know why I'm worried about it, though.  It's totally a girl.  I've even tried to eff with the universe by buying pink things.  It's fine, it's fine.  Girls are good.  But I swear that if any of that plastic stupid princess shit sneaks into my house I will. . .be annoyed but probably do nothing.

Alright, the internet.  That's all I can remember.  Now look at some pictures of marshmallows and my kid.  Not pictured: pitiful dog with mange. :(*

CSF sticks out his tongue now.  It's kind of the best thing ever. 

If you're off work on Monday I hate you**.  I don't have off and am VERY bitter about it.

*So pitiful that it calls for a sad face emoticon.

**Extreme, yes.  True?  Also, yes.


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