A better GPS...

Tonight, as the four of us sat at the table eating supper, the subject of monsters came up. And by "came up" I mean our son kept pointing out the window claiming to see monsters. Of course, Little Sister...a.k.a "Mimic of Jacob's Every Move"...piped up and started chatting about monsters as well.

Smart and quick thinking Daddy informed the both of them that all monsters went home on Saturday nights so could you please just concentrate on finishing your supper, thankyouverymuch.

Which segued into where monsters live...

Out west...and turn left...then that way...and turn forward and then turn right...

They live in a cave...a big cave....with a big TV for the grown up monsters and a little TV for the baby monsters...

Bruce the GPS never gave me that much information.

And today's funny...

Jacob would sooooo be grounded. If we could figure out how to do that...

Do you see? Do you see the look on their faces in the first panel? They just want peace and quiet...and a vacation. I'm not going to look in the mirror because that's the look I'd find.

Congratulations, Momma Val and family!! They welcomed in a precious little baby girl on Monday. And all of the sudden, the interbez is just that much cuter!

Christmas shopping...for myself, of course...

Earlier today I sent my husband a couple of links to Think Geek regarding one or two t-shirts.



okay...three t-shirts...
He's now sitting across from me going through the site and I'm enjoying his occasional (frequent) chuckles. Quality sharing time. That's what keeps this marriage alive.

He then went exploring other sites and, knowing what a Bela Lugosi freak I am, he shared this...


And that would be what keeps the marriage spicy!

Just another bullet point...

On the Resume...the Job Description...whatever we choose to call that which we do...The Wife:

Watching His Back

I'm there. First line of defense. Cup holder in a bar fight. Call Screener. Barrier for zealous toddlers anxious to cut short an already short day's sleep. Ridder of door-to-door missionaries (okay, in that instance I was more protecting them and not so much him). Author of Flow Charts for family gatherings. Character Witness. Defender in Cyberspace.

He may be the one wearing the (non-bullet proof) ballistic vest and tricked out utility belt...but I'm the Wife. And I don't have all of the messy paperwork to fill out...

A smudge in the camouflage...

Some of you may have noticed that the south eastern portion of the US has had a fair bit of rain the past several days. Me? I was looking for a boat.

Anyway, life and school have continued despite the weather and Jacob has enjoyed wearing his rain boots to school. This morning it was not raining and even though the school grounds are most likely in the same state of sogginess as our own I sent him off with a non-boot pair of shoes to change into just in case they were allowed outside to play. So when I dropped him off I informed the teacher that Jacob had trainers in his pack if they went outside.

Crickets...

"Trainers?"

Blank stare...blink...because for the life of me--just like every single other time I get called out for "Not being from around these parts"--I cannot think of the American word for that particular type of shoe...

Fortunately for all, I now come with a Translator...

"She means my sneakers, Mrs. A." Jacob piped up in a Very Official voice and then clarifies, "because I can't run in my boots."

Work with what you know...

Tomorrow is a dear friend of mine's son's fourth birthday. She's a dispatcher for the same county my husband works for. We were friends before she was hired. She's also eight months pregnant with her third child. Just a little stressed. I offered to make the birthday cake. It was the least I could do.

The birthday boy's only requests were Chocolate and Cars. A couple of weeks ago I asked for a few more specifics--such as a favorite car. The little man just happens to dig police cars. I just might happen to know something about those...




And for Erin...I have never in my entire baking life had cakes stick to pans like these did. To call it a two layer cake would be stretching the definition of "layers". However, I have discovered that there is very little that buttercream and marshmallow fondant cannot fix. And some one is going to get a piece of cake with a lot of frosting.