Guy's weekend!

WTH?

At the airport...

Nothing eventful--

Amazing!

Home with Daddy! Yippee!

Please forgive--I'm headed back to the desert today... I won't be swingin' by any websites or Entrecard droppin', but don't despair... I'll see you Wednesday with a great Kate story, I'm sure!  Take good care--stay warm :)

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This week's theme is baby's first smiles...  Seems like Kate started smilin' the day she was born--or maybe that was gas...

I don't have her first smile on camera, but I remember her always smilin' and making funny faces...

If you want to play along, just grab the Mommy Moments button... and link back to Mommy Journey...

Nope, it wasn't me... I was NOT the one who let poor Riley out of my sister's kitchen after everyone went to work...  It wasn't me either who put on my sister's brand new Australian UGGS to walk around the cold--oh so cold-- house 'cause no one would be the wiser...  It was NOT me who then proceeded to step in the little present Riley left for me in the dining room...NOPE, it wasn't me ... 

I’ve been tagged!  Christine from The Power of Housewife hit me with this cool tag—easy to complete and girly, too.  Don’t women love their purses?  Here are the rules:

1) Post a picture of whatever bag you are carrying as of late. No, you cannot go up to your closet and pull out that cute little purse you used back before you had kids. I want to know what you carried today.

2) I want to know how much it cost:) And this is not to judge, because I’m honestly telling you I was ready to put down some cash; I just got lucky. This is for entertainment purposes only. So spill it. And if there is a story to go along with how you obtained it, I’d love to hear it.

3) Tag some chicks. And link back to this post so people know why the heck you’re showing everyone your diaper bag/non-diaper bag.

I love carrying fun purses—I love big, small, colorful, animal printed or plain—chic or down to earth—I love them all!  I’m on vacation, as those of you that read my blog know—so I can’t break rule number one.  This particular purse I received from my best friend Kyla.  She, too, is addicted to purses, and this is one that she bought and didn’t use—What!?!  I guess it just wasn’t big enough!?!     So there you have it—the skinny on my purse/baby bag…  (I’d go through the contents if I thought it would be of interest—there’s no money in there, and just about everything else is available for use by Kate).

I’m going to tag a few of my favorite blogs... Please, don’t feel obligated to play if you don’t like tags—Oh, I see Erin from the Mom Buzz has already been tagged; I’ll add the following fab blogs to the list:

Stacy
Davida
Anne
Frogmama
The Mind of a Mom
Julia
Keely
Lydia



Yep, Frogmama** it's pretty slick (thanks Ky).  And here are the shoes that I wear with it--it's flippin' cold here!  I love my Bearpaw slippers, and haven't taken them off since I bought them.  NO, they don't look good with shiny silver (I love shiny silver) but I'd rather be warm than fashionable ;)

**see comments

Selected randomly by Gillian, my niece, the winner of the whimsical bracelet is...  DAVIDA!  Congratulations, Davida (I won't be able to send it till my arrival home on Wednesday--but it should get to you soon!) 

How is it that dogs can make piddlin’ on the floor when you finally get home seem almost cute?  Oh those urinaters-of-great-frequency, shedders-of-immense-amounts-of-hair, barkers of great annoyance—don’t we love them?  And aren’t we predictable about how much we love them?  We buy pups adorable doggy dishes with tiny paw prints on them, and then we feed him from our own plate—we get up at ungodly hours to let Fido out, then reward him diligently with a scoobie snack.  We let Jules curl up on the leather couch and sleep on our freshly made bed…

And aren’t the whole lot of them predictable, too—tails waggin’, bodies wigglin’, fetchin’ their doggy toys and bringing them into the bathroom where they know they have a captive audience. 

And if we could change only a few things about our lovable pets, it may only be to suggest leaving the cat’s food alone before she eats it or after she throws it up, resisting the urge to roll in smelly dead fish, keeping their heads out of the refrigerator and the toilet… 

We know that being canine requires very little effort; entertainment consists simply of sniffing, licking, rolling, chasing… And we adore them for their and ability to find great joy in the simplest things in life—those cute canines, lovable lugs…aren’t we lucky to have them in our lives?

If you’re a dog lover—this little video will certainly make you giggle!

“Mrs. Welding, are you afraid of heights?”

“Ummm…. No…”

“Well, your zipper sure is!” 

Ha ha. Hilarious. Real funny.  NOT.  Middle schoolers love to kid around, tease, pull a prank—but most of all, they love to see you sweat.  They love to laugh AT their teachers… 

*I am so excited to be home, hangin’ out with my homies… My bestest friend is also a teacher—she even took over my classroom when I left last spring.  Visiting her on my vacation has been the best.  She shared with me an incident that happened to her last week at work.* 

8th graders are funny and smart.  Just ask them.  They are also very observant.  They notice your clothes, and they will tell you if you need to pluck your eyebrows or iron your shirt.  They also know that Janie’s 2nd grade teacher’s neighbor’s  daughter’s BFF has a crush on the boy that’s in your third period class that sits in the third row, second seat from the back.  However, they won’t tell you if you are wearing your lunch on your face or if you accidentally left a dry cleaning tag on the outside of your shirt—they won’t tell you because they think it’s funny.  They know it all—they see it all—they love to laugh.  

Case in point.  Kyla—my BFF—was preparing a lesson using the DVD player, requiring that she turn her back to her class several times over several class periods because she was having trouble getting it to play. 

Every time she turned her back and leaned over to reach the player behind the television, she heard the kids snickering.  Turn. Snickers. Turn. Giggles. Turn. Chuckles.  At least three times she turned around, and at least three times her students began laughing.   First period.  Second period.  Now third period.  She noticed that the 3 boys in the front row were particularly red in the face... 

“What , what?  What is it you’re laughing at?”

“Mrs. W, you have a rip in your pants.”

“What?”  *internal scream*  Flashback to all those dreams where you've somehow made it to work naked...

After feeling around her backside  she confirmed her worst fear—she had split her pants—God knows how, she’s like a size two…  This wasn’t  any old rip; however, the rip was the size of a small watermelon—from the top of her pocket to the crotch of her pants.  I’m. not. kidding.

Boxers or briefs?  Eh hem... I mean,  big mama’s or dental floss?  Yep, you guessed it.  No boy shorts, folks… Poor, poor dear…   She’s feeling a little haunted by the experience: her friends won’t let her live this one down…

“Nice thigh hat, Ky!”

“You must have invested well, you sure have nice assets…hee hee”

Cute post padder babe…

Do fries come with that shake, Ky?  
 

What a lovely idea... Welcome to this week’s edition of Aloha Friday.

In Hawaii, Aloha Friday is the day to take it easy and look forward to the weekend. So Kailani at An Island Life started Aloha Fridays in order to take it easy with posting too.

It's easy to play along. I ask a simple question and you give a simple answer!

After you answer my question, post a question on your own blog and leave your link over at An Island Life. Don’t forget to visit the other participants! It’s a great way to make new bloggy friends!

Today’s question is:


Where is your favorite place to be?

P.S.  Courtesy of Frogmama and her book with ideas for stumped writers, I will be taking on an embarrassing work situation for my next post--don't get to excited; I'll be using my best friends most embarrassing moment...  Stay tuned!

Woe is me!  I have bloggers' block...  I've been waiting for something extraordinary--who am I kiddin'--even ordinary to happen... Something that I could glean anything from to blog about--and....nada!  So I am going to leave you with a few interesting facts--and if you have any good blogging ideas for me you creative bloggers, please... PLEASE leave them in the comments. Anything at all--you name it, I'll blog it. (Well, almost anything...) I would blog about the trials and tribulations of visiting family, but the famdamily reads my blog :)  (Eh hem...check back in a few days readers...)

Here goes--these incredibly interesting facts came from InterestingFacts.org  For many more kinda interesting, totally irrelevant facts, check them out...

LYING: Lying is usually manifested by these signs: a sudden increase in the number of "ums" and "ahs," overly defensiveness, lack of eye contact.  Lying is stressful; liars will try to be sarcastic, turning his body away from you, talking fast, making statements that contradict each other, unusual body language or a hand reaching to cover mouth.  You can also check if someone is lying by "norming" their responses.  Where do their eyes move when they are telling the truth about something--ask a few questions about past memories. Watch where the eyes go... If your subject is lying, his or her eyes will move in the opposite direction than when telling the truth.  My fail proof method not to get caught lying is  simple: DON'T LIE...

FACEBOOK: Facebook was originally named TheFaceBook and it was developed by Harvard student Mark Zuckerberg. The first use of the FaceBook was on the Harvard campus and it was limited only to Harvard students. Soon the FaceBook spread like wild fire around the other major U.S. Universities. Mark Zuckerberg dropped the Harvard and pursued his facebook dream to become one of the 4th most-trafficked websites in the world with more than 90 million active users. The FaceBook website is built on PHP-MySQL technology, and it is probably the most popular PHP website ever built. Interesting fact is that the facebook.com domain was purchased for $200,000 and FaceBook has more than 24 million photos uploaded daily.  How do you feel about FaceBook?  I'm scared I'd get too addicted, so I haven't signed up yet...

Equine Mating:When a female horse and a male donkey mate, the offspring is called a mule, but when a male horse and a female donkey mate, the offspring is called a hinny. When a male zebra and a female donkey mate the offspring is called a ‘zedonk’ or ‘zebrass’. All of these resulting offspring are sterile (can't have babies).   Hmmmm.... Too bad--was wonderin' what would happen when a hinny and zedonk mate...

Warning:  This blog post may be removed at any time if a more interesting or random post comes to mind (doubtful...don't hold your breath).

Thank you readers for being so loyal and humoring me during my times of sheer blogging anxiety--love ya!