M&Ms are trying to decide what the new color should be in a standard bag. The choices are purple, pink and teal.
I am going to vote for purple. Whatever they put in that purple dye is addictive. I’m like a crack whore of M&Ms now. I just can’t stop eating them.
It’s sad really, but they’re so darn good.
By far, our son’s favorite thing to do at the moment is watch LEGO® movies. It all started with the Monty Python and the Holy Grail’s Camelot scene. From there, we did a Google search and found a number of other sites with movies. His favorite, without a doubt, is the mummy. He repeats an abridged version of it endlessly (to Mom’s chagrin) that makes me laugh my butt off. He even does both voices, that of the mummy and the beatnik. His version below:
Mummy: I'm a mummy!
Beatnik: That's cool.
Mummy: I'm a mummy!
Beatnik: You mean you're a mommy?
Mummy: No, I'm a mummy!
Beatnik: I'm a beatnik.
Mummy: I'm a mummy. Aren't you going to run away?
Beatnik: Oh yeah. Like, help!
One of my fondest and earliest memories as a child was when I was about 4 years old. My dad and I were sprawled out on the living room floor while my mom worked at the dining room table. Dad had gotten out the Bible and was teaching me how to read. I don’t remember which translation it was, exactly, but I remember it had funny little stick-figure drawings. We read one of the gospels.
Two things amuse me about this now. First, that Dad was actually laying on the floor. Its the only time I ever remember him doing that. Second, that he was teaching me to read when English was his second language. It would have seemed logical that Mom would give the reading lessons.
Still, it must have worked. I was one of only two kids in my kindergarten class that could read. We would skip nap time and go to our own little desks and practice reading.
Today, I became a man (well, again, I suppose).
Today I grilled red meat over fire in a snowfall in January.
I am man. Hear me roar!
Homecooked meals are the lynchpin to home cleanliness.
We discovered this fact this week after having eaten a family dinner every night.
- The kitchen stays clean because Jen cleans as she cooks.
- The kitchen gets a final cleaning when we clear the table and wash the dishes.
- The kitchen table does not become cluttered because we need to clear each night for dinner.
- The refrigerator does not become a wasteland of pizza boxes and junk food.
- The living room stays clean because we spend the entire evening in the kitchen.
We no longer wish for a maid. Now we wish for a cook.
Well, its getting to be about that time… time to panic that is. According to the latest doctor visit, the new arrival will probably be moved up – particularly if we decide on the evasive option. That puts things firmly at the end of February, not in March as previously determined. All that and so much to do; so very much to do. Its those trivial things like “set up nursary” and “name child” that come to mind. The list seems endless, and doesn’t even consider things like “take a nap” and “nap some more”. Methinks the next month and a half will be filled with adrenaline-laced evenings, only to be followed by baby-crying-laced ones. Have I mentioned those important things like “take a nap”?
I usually drive about 80 on the freeway on the way to work. Today I was passed by a hearse.
What possible hurry could a hearse be in? Its not likely they will miss an appointment with a dead guy.
The quote below, from a CNN.com article scares me. Especially the last sentence:
“All over Alabama looks like a white Christmas. Everything is white, and it’s still coming down,” said Lisa Cazeno, who was driving south between Opelika and Montgomery, Alabama, on Interstate 85. “It looks like grits in a fan.”
Anyone who likens snow to “grits in a fan” should definitely not be on the road.