Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Please, sir, I'd like some more.

I'm taking up a collection.
Please help save the freezing bunnies... no. Ummm... Please help fund Basenji dog vocal cord operations... no. That won't work either. Ummm... Nevermind, it's for me.

We bought land, and now we're poor. Not really. But I am trying to spend less money. Of course, merely days after closing on said land I found a software program I really, really want. For $45.00. So if any of you happen to have any $45.00 checks lying around that you don't want, you just let me know.

It's this cold outside...


You know you're getting old when you don't care who sees you like this





My legs were numb, but my head was warm.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

MmmMm... Hippo

1.) Experiments

Out of curiosity, I decided to see if my cat could learn the difference in the type of food we feed him. We usually buy a case of his cat food, which comes in assorted flavors, so I began to wonder if he would be able to learn the difference between the three choices, and perhaps express in some way which one he might prefer. I've heard of crazier things. To begin this experiment I simply repeated the name of whatever I was feeding him; beef, chicken, etc. My husband, of course, couldn't let it go at just that. He decided he'd make it more interesting. Every time he fed him, he would repeat Hippo. He was also more loyal to the cause, and while I would occasionally forget, he rarely did. So, the other night while feeding the cat, he was wandering around aimlessly, waiting for me to set the food down while I repeated whatever I had randomly pulled out of the box. I think it was beef. After repeating this several times I had a sudden urge. I cannot explain why I had this urge, but I did. So I said it. "Hippo." The cat stopped wandering, looked up at me, and meowed.

2.) "Paris Needs No Embellishment"
While walking through our local mega-groceteria the other night, I witnessed a sight so horrifingly disgusting that it needs no embellishment. Having just grabbed a half dozen eggs, my mind wandering to the next item on our list: an ice-scraper for the newest car, as apparently the two we have are forever lost in the other car and I had to borrow my brothers earlier that week (thanks!), I turned toward my husband and froze halfway. There, about 5 freezers down, was a young boy, perhaps 6 or so, doing something so disgusting that can't even be excused by the fact that he was a 6 year old boy. For there he was, walking toward me, tongue out, and up against the glass freezer doors. Sliding from freezer door to freezer door as he walked, never once lifting. Not even to pass over the frame. I have no idea where his parents were, and didn't hesitate to loudly and openly mention how gross that was and loudly and openly ponder where his parents were and that obviously they should be keeping a better watch over their child.

3.) Did He Just Say That?
We have a couple of spanish speaking employees at work. The other day, we had a vocational expert in the office and while waiting for his meeting to begin, was wandering around. I am located in a fairly busy area and I overhear a great many conversations, for which I can't complain as the entertainment value is far worth the distraction. This particular expert stopped to chat with one of the spanish speaking employees who has been with the company for over 4 years. He said "Hey (girl), how are you doing? Are you still speaking spanish?"
Yes, I laughed. Yes, he realized what he said quickly and tried to laugh it off.

4.) "Late To The Story That Had Been..."
Happy Birthday, Cyndy!
Happy Birthday, Alyssa!
Happy Birthday, Kathy!

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Moving

Our website has moved. We are now located at heathnwanda.com. Hooray.
I took this opportunity to partially update my neglected page. I didn't do much. Changed the color, added the link to Souls Harbor Church's official page. That's just about it for the noticeable stuff.

I finally got to see Lydia today. All cute and babyish. That's about it. What else can be said about a 9-day-old?

Now I leave you with more keyword wacky-ness:

Ferret Names: I don't suggest listening to my family on this one. Drut is not a good ferret name.

Unintelligent employee: Bahahahahaha. I have a blog for you to read...

I Don't Have Issues I Have a Subscription: Want to be my friend?

Is It Legal For My Boss To Go Through My Desk When I Am Not There: Short Answer without the ability to ask follow up questions, Yes. What were you hiding in there, anyway?

And of course, the never-endingly popular:
Shut Up Baby, I Know It: Are there really that many people who know what that line is from, and are there really that many people typing this in to search engines?

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Happy 8th of January!

I was all excited and ready to post on New Years Eve. We had a ton of snow piled on our deck and I was going to write Happy New Year and take a picture with my pretty, new digital camera. But I didn't get my pretty, new digital camera. The shipping company didn't want to deliver it until the 2nd of January. While I could have done the aforementioned writing and taken the picture with my phone, I was too grumpy that I didn't have my camera. So I didn't.

Then, of course, the day my camera was delivered I had to go work at one of my previous jobs that I left for better pay and benefits and I did not get to play with my pretty, new camera until late. Having respect for my husband not wanting his picture taken (so that he, in turn, respects my wish to not have my picture taken), I could only take pictures of the cat (who is not at all camera shy and seemed to enjoy having his picture taken-and more to my surprise was the fact that he could be photographed! He actually showed up in pictures!); but both he and I got bored of that fairly quickly, so I spent the rest of the night flipping through the features.

Then my sister-in-law's doctor finally told her that it was time for her to let that baby out, which I had been telling her for close to 2 weeks, and I got to babysit my neice and nephew.

I was going to take pictures galore!

I planned on it, anyway.

I knew I would have them overnight, what I didn't plan on was having them for 2 nights. 37 hours, actually. If I'm not mistaken: 37 hours and about 15 minutes.

37 hours of a 6 year old, a 3 year old, and a cold.

I love those kids, and I would watch them anytime, but Gary - Sarah: I can't believe you had another one. And how do you try to explain that fire DOES NOT live in the smoke detector and that the clothes in the closet WILL NOT come to life while trying not to laugh.

Sick or not, I loved it. I got some cute pictures (and video of them racing stuffed animals down the stair railings),but I was sick and wasn't as excited over the new camera/cute kids combo as I should have been.

I'd do it all over again, preferrably without the cold. In about 3 years, right?

Welcome home Sarah and Lydia. I can't wait to see the baby, whom I haven't seen yet, because "as previously discussed" (hehehe--Dear Biller: that will never get old!) I am sick. Knocked-on-my-butt-staring-at-the-ceiling sick.

So, any visits to newborns, pictures from new, pretty camera, or noteworthy posts will have to wait.