bleh

Today I had big plans to be creative and sew beautiful things and be productive... but once I checked my email I became cranky so it probably wont get done.

I'm cranky because ... well, if you've checked out my etsy store lately you've probably noticed I've listed some craft stuff for the MIL. Last week one of those things sold. This morning I got a message from the buyer saying that a piece of it was broken when they got it. Granted I packed it in a bubble mailer with paper and plastic bags as extra cushion (instead of spending money on a box), but the thing was at least 3/4" thick wood so I figured it would be safe. Now I have to write this person and tell them if they want to return it I will happily refund the purchase price (minus shipping) and I'm really sorry bla bla

The whole thing is sooo much more trouble then it's worth just for good karma points and being a good DIL *big sigh*

Tomato soup and grilled cheese

The kiddo hasn't previously been very positive about the soup idea, he definitely still wont eat chicken noodle. But apparently he's changed his mind on tomato. He's even learning to dip his grilled cheese in it. hmmm Makes me hungry just looking at it.

Don't Ever Give Up

I think the video pretty much speaks for itself. I kept asking the Man if he thought the wing was supposed to fall off, you know, like a planned emergency to get people excited. He told me he didn't think so, he thinks it was real. Wow.

a brief recap

(they got along swell, he is giving her ugga mugga's in that first picture)

My weekend was wonderful. Ph flew in early Friday morning and we spent the day basically bumming around. We did go visit the Mans parents for a bit during the late afternoon but Ph didn't seem to mind at all. Saturday was beautiful and we spent a large part of it driving up Provo Canyon to visit our old haunting ground. Ph was a little shocked at how mish mashed it's gotten... the old farmhouses are still there, some of them more run down then ever, and sprinkled among them are the big expensive looking mansion style farmhouses and ranches. It's, to me, not a pleasant homey feel anymore. I've always said I'd move back in a heartbeat but every time I go back to visit I rethink that a little more.

The rest of the weekend was spent either window shopping and trying on shoes etc (I found the most amazing pair of pants which fit lovely but were a gasp inducing $50!! *wistful sigh*). Or hanging out. It was supposed to snow Sunday night but didn't and we were very disappointed, we did a little hot tubing anyway. She spoiled the living daylights out of Chance, and he loved every minute of it!

All in all it was a great visit and over way to quickly. I didn't take any pictures at all (aside from these few here) and spent four days strait talking (it's a wonder I don't have a horse throat).

back to the grindstone

Well Ph is gone home now. She left yesterday afternoon. I, being a lazy no good you know what, didn't feel like posting anything last night which leaves me playing guilty catch up this morning.

First a funny story (the Man says I MUST share). Friday morning the Kiddo and I bundled up and hustled to the car (several minutes late) to drive to the airport and pick up Ph. I had him, his diaper bag, my purse, a blanket, and my coffee... only I didn't have my purse. I found that out when I got to the car (which is a decent distance from the apartment). So as I was buckling Chance in I was (yes I admit it) distractedly swearing up a blue streak. shit shit shit shit shit... thinking hmm can I get away with locking him in and running back for the purse or will I get arrested and have my child taken away. (You know the drill I'm sure).

Okay do you have that image in your head?? There I am, kneeling in front of my child buckling his seat belts saying the S word... and the angel child pipes up, interrupting me from under the mound of blanket, and winter coat "no mommy, it's damnit!, say damnit"

I still snicker thinking about it. Yeah, I am SO getting the best mom of the year award. I was corrected on which swear word I used by my THREE YEAR OLD!! To give myself a little credit I told him "no, it's darNit, mommy should have said darNit, we don't say those other words huh."

visit

The visit is going very well. The kiddo is in love (he adores having people stay over) and we're all relaxing in good ol fashioned vacation style!

Meanwhile a lil bitty three-week-old pygmy hippopotamus made an appearance on the news last night so I (of course) went and found more pictures of the cute little critter. (all together now: aaaaaaaw)

The weekend approaches

Just to forwarn, the younger sis is coming to visit for a few days and posting will be minimal. We're really excited to have family coming (haven't seen her since last Oct.) and I'm hoping I've done everything I needed to do to prepare.

Lets see:

Groceries - Check

Couch Prepared - Check

Bathroom Cleaned - Check

Kid excited... Check

Dubai Mall Aquarium

Someday when I'm rich (and hopefully not famous) I am definitely going to visit the Dubai Mall Aquarium. I can't imagine the Man passing it up, he has a thing for sharks. He's even threatened to go down in a cage with em someday.

The many uses..

... of the fabulous silver stuff called Duct tape.

Okay I'm not really going to say anything about the many uses... just one, and this one is airborn. How'd you like to have been the passenger sitting next to her?