Tuesday, March 24, 2009

I'll see your dare, and I'll raise you...uhhh...some lame pictures

Allright, so fellow blogger Joanna does this way back Wednesday thing, and she posted a picture of herself and a friend in their sparkly colorguard uniforms from high school. I commented that Alison (fellow blogger and the one who guest posted when Adam was born) and I were also dorky members of the colorguard waaaay back in the day. Which is when Joanna proceeded to DOUBLE DOG DARED ME (ooooooohhhh) to post picture proof.
Now, both Alison and I only knew ourselves as Flag Girls...a big buncha flaggers..hahaha - although I specifically remember at flag camp (yes, there was CAMP! full of psycho wanna-be-professional flaggers) all the serious ones referred to themselves as part of "the colorguard". We were just flaggers...the ones from a small town with only a few team members. The ones who used to ditch flag practice for coffee and donuts during school hours. The ones who ended up wreaking havoc in the halls of the Santa Clara dorms having SHAVING CREAM FIGHTS...oh man, that was a blast. Now that I think about it - I'm pretty sure there is a picture of all of us covered in shaving cream somewhere in the yearbook. HA!
Anyway - only for Joanna (because dude, this was FOURTEEN years ago) I am posting proof that I once wore a lame sparkly outfit and tossed a flag around on a football field and in parades. By the way, the sparkles nicely matched all the sparkly silver BRACES on my teeth. Nevermind the bad hair...this was a picture from Junior Year, the only color picture I could find that would show the actual outfits. ( I graciously cropped out my fellow teammates)

and this is a scan out of our senior yearbook in black and white - Alison top right - myself lower right.

Damn we were stylin - and holy crap was my hair long! So there you go Joanna - way back Tuesday :) hee!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

A house full of laughter...

My new favorite picture:(Cost plus bucket of cheese balls - $5.99 / Useful container once empty - $1.50 / Look on my kids face once he saw the massive amount of neon orange snacks? PRICELESS)

*and no, he's not allowed to eat them...I don't need to see what THAT looks like on the other side, know what I mean?

And this one....Pucker up Buttercup. Those LIPS...dude, he's giving Angelina competition over here. We are in serious trouble when he's a horny teenager:
also - how cute are tiny little khaki pants? SIGH!

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Still here...just busy

It's taken me absolutely forever to get on here and point out that many people seemed to have missed the whole "husband being sarcastic" comment thing. Yes, it was hubs - trying to be funny. He is currently hog tied and doing time in the pack-n-play as punishment, so don't worry. He's gotta get his shocking 2 cents in every once in a while, just his nature.
Time is just flying by these days and it's just a blur of work, errands, laundry and chasing after my very quick child who consistently seems to find things to put in his mouth that shouldn't be there. In fact, I recently made my first (and probably not my last) phone call to the Poison Control center. My allergies have been rather hellish lately...over a week of really puffed up and red eyes (which meant no eye make up and constant sunglasses wearing) combined with a stuffy nose. So I use Afrin nose spray...alot. And I had a bottle with the cap ON, sitting on the table next to our sofa...where I thought was out of his reach. Little did I realize that he was in fact able to pull himself up to standing (which he had only done with our help before this), grab the bottle...somehow GOT THE CAP OFF (dear LORD am I in trouble if he's already figured out how to untwist a screw on cap)..and when I looked over, he was sucking on the bottle. When I grabbed it from him, some dribbled out of his mouth and I could tell he had ingested some, but had no idea how much. I immediately grabbed him and ran to our fridge where we have the number for Poison Control and told them what happened. They told me he would have had to ingest a full teaspoon for there to be any danger...and since I had no idea exactly how much he got down - I was told to observe him closely and head to the hospital if he started acting either hyper/stimulated or super sleepy. I watched him like a hawk and there was no reaction, he was acting perfectly normal. The Poison Control people actually called back after about an hour and a half to make sure he was okay and said he definately would have had a reaction by then, so I didn't need to worry. They did a VERY good job of calming me down and didn't at all make me feel stupid for leaving it within reach...I was very impressed with both people I talked to there. Which was good because I was certainly ready for that mother of the year award to arrive that day. *insert sarcasm here*
So yeah, time to pay more attention and not underestimate my kid's ability to get into anything and everything he's not supposed to. He's now pulling himself up on all the furniture and I swear one day he's just going to turn and walk right out of the room or something. It's kinda blowing my mind. Like he's too small to be standing up on his own...he's still a baby...but quickly growing into a little boy that will soon be toddling around our house and able to reach ALOT more stuff!
Squishy little man with bedhead: