Whoa Mama! April 25, 2007
This very morning Sam told me that she drew a ‘3′.
Crap. I didn’t even know she knew what a 3 looked like.
I may have found God - I’ll let you know April 14, 2007
Yesterday I bought a vacuum - a cute cordless electrolux - for SAS. What kind of mother buys a real vacuum for a 3 year old? The kind that is admittedly lazy and absolutely lackadaisical when it comes to housework. AKA ME. I have been on a mission to find an alternative to vacuuming - this is attempt eleventy thousand.
For SAS’s third birthday, she got a kid’s dirt devil that really works. My ass it really works. The bloody thing takes 4 double ‘C’ batteries and while it makes the noise of a vacuum and the light comes on - it picks up next to nothing. Even SAS knows it is a complete waste of time.
On Easter weekend, great-grandma let SAS use her carpet sweeper to tidy up the place. You couldn’t get her to stop!. She kept ASKING to vacuum! I simply could not let this opportunity pass me by. Hell, I’ll even pay her to do it if I have to.
And guess what? So far so good. Sam didn’t even ask for milk this morning. She wanted to VACUUM. The place looks great. She’s busy while I type this and that little thing sucks like a *************** (insert desired simile here - mine’s probably dirtier than the rest).
For now, I’m keeping the faith.
A Shout Out to Morgan and Potts April 9, 2007
“Morg and Potts on a adventure. They helping people.” That’s what SAS will say if you ask her where they are and what they are doing. They’ve been gone 3 months and man, are they missed.
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But that Morgan is a planner - a very smart cookie. Before she left, she made some very insightful decisions about what to leave behind as a reminder of her and Potts for SAS and our nephew, the Q-Man. For Xmas, SAS received a book and a globe. Morgan wrote the story, designed the book (she had to pickup some quick skills in photoshop to make Ernie The C*cksucking Monkey (his weiner - relax!) childfriendly, and had it printed and bound like a real book. It really helped SAS understand why they were no longer around and what they were doing. The globe is a cool toy for “Young explorers, adventurers and animal lovers (to) jump into the pilot’s seat to get a closer look at our living planet” Well, that’s what the website said. For now, it is an attempt to illustrate the distance we share.
And me? Am I a smart cookie, a planner? Er, read this before you decide.
Long before Morgan left I picked up these hilarious panties (yes, panties) for her trip. I think that the real market for these panties are for women who want clean underpants after an “unexpected overnight stay” - if you get my drift. The panties are disposable (and biodegradable??) and I thought they’d be the perfect traveller joke gift that might (in the case of lost luggage) be almost practical. Except I forgot to give them to her. Surprise Morgan! They’ll be in your Xmas stocking next year. You can check them out here.
A few weeks ago a post card came for SAS with the picture of a little girl riding a water buffalo. So now, on top of the Hummer H2 (see previous posts), my darling 3 year old wants to ride a water buffalo.
Sidebar - Without asking for permission (hopefully I won’t have to pay any fees), I have linked (in my flickr) some of the phenomenol photos that Morg and Potts have sent us. I am living vicariously through those two - what an adventure indeed.
We love you Morgan and Potts.
Cheese! April 2, 2007
I got a new camera for my birthday. A camera that I can honestly say I’ve been waiting for since I was 16 years old. Fortunately, technology has caught up with time and presented me with a Nikon D80 DSLR. To say I’m a lucky girl would be an understatement.
Be prepared for a slew of new pictures (to appear in my flickr gallery - I’ve created a link on the right). There will be lots of pictures of SAS, probably some of me trying to be all artistic (and figure out the 101 buttons and options on the back of the beloved thing). Oh, and I’ll see if Josh will sign a waiver for the snaps of him showing his utter displeasure at being my momentary muse.