My Husband, My Husband, My Husband

Three Beautiful Things:

1. My husband coming home from work (and not grouchy)
2. My husband putting food on the dinner table (dinner he cooked)
3. My husband standing in front of the kitchen sink (actually washing dishes)

OMG! Is it my birthday? Is he cheating? Am I dying?
Who cares? I'm just taking it all in and enjoying.
It's a beautiful thing.

How Men take Messages

I saw this on a message board and thought it was just too funny not to share.

Thanks Mom

I'm all for learning new things. Mom always says education is very important and the one thing no one can take away from you. I love to learn.

I came across a new slang ~ Monroe. So I typed in "Monroe definition" and came across "Monroe Transfer." It didn't make sense since the topic at hand was about an infected piercing.

I used urbandictionary.com to decifer the difference... which led me to ask "WHY?!" Why would anyone feel the need to create a slang such as a "Monroe Transfer" much less do a "Monroe Transfer?!" (By the way, a "Monroe" is a piercing between the nose and the lips, modeled after Marilyn Monroe's mole.)

It's an odd and sick time we live in. Odd. Sick. And strangely funny.

Thanks Mom.

Starting the day off on a good note

1. little noses and Eskimo kisses
2. hearing "You are sweetness" from my Zorro
3. emails from jellybeans' mom

Creative Crochet Dog Sweater

Here's a sweater I crocheted for Lucy. I sort of winged it but it fits pretty good.

It's a Small World (Take 5?)

I know! I know! Another one? True! This happened yesterday...

The moving van had just left, and our newest neighbor was outside talking with another neighbor. We went over to introduce ourselves.

She says, "Oh, are you the ones from Hawaii?" We respond affirmatively and do the usual "what island/what city." She tells us she's from Hawaii but had been in California since the 60's. Her gentleman friend tells us she's from the same city I am...went to the same high school ~ albiet before I was a twinkle in my father's eye.

I say, "What year did you graduate?" (It's something typical someone from Hawaii asks. We want to know where you went to high school and what year you graduated. Then we ask if you know so and so and the information binds us together and makes us friends of friends and family. One big ohana.)

She replies, "1963." 1963?!

I ask her if she knew my father. Bam Zip Zowee!!! Holy six degrees Batman!! If you guessed she was my dad's classmate, you win yourself a prize!

Not only were they classmates, but they apparently used to race cars, with my dad prodding her, "One more time." She says he signed her yearbook liberally with the refrain "One more time."

It was wild and weird...another strange coincidence that cements that idea that it really is a small world.

Today

...and everyday...

Thank you.

A Hand, Doggy Glam, and a Warm Heart

1. This hand reaching for mine as we go up and down the stairs...


2. $2.50 at Target and an indulgent doggy...

3. My son made sure his friends were warm too...

And one of Zorros's 3BT...Chocolate oatmeal with M&M's and sprinkles...

Chocolate, Cubans, and Smorgasbord

1. A 3 ft sous chef and chocolatey chocolate chip pancakes
2. Buena Vista Social Club on my MP3 (guaranteed to soothe the angry beast and get it to dancing)
3. Whole Food Market array of ready prepared foods (so I don't have to turn on my stove)

My own Happy Happy Joy Joy

As some of you may have noticed, one of my places to visit is called Three Beautiful Things. I've decided to broaden my outlook by attempting to find my own 3BT. That is how I will label them. You will see them from time to time. Some people are talented at conveying feelings through photographs. I'm going to attempt to impart my joys with words.

1. cuddling a kitten ("Z") before breakfast
2. a hug over the phone
3. a clean desk

Dear Doctor

I was scheduled to have my annual GYN check up today. Now, while this is not necessarily something we ladies look forward to (I know, shock to some of you guys, but trust me...we don't), it is definitely a must do to maintain our health. Cervical cancer is a big deal. Heck, cancer is a big deal. So, I made the appointment well in advanced, making sure to write it on several calendars so I wouldn't forget.

I dropped my son off at preschool and headed over for my 9:30 am appointment. Then I proceeded to sit and wait until my name was called.

And wait.

And wait.

Finally I was called in, got undressed and put on that lovely paper shirt with the opening in the front. A quick glance at my watch told me it was already 10:30. I sat for another 10 minutes before getting dressed again.

What was more important than getting a clean bill of health down there? Making sure my son didn't think he was abandoned and picking him up on time.

Really doctors. It's bad enough I have to expose myself to you in that way, but do you really need to keep me hanging too?

Treat me like a valued customer.

If you are already over an hour late at 9:30 am, you are just too over booked. And although, dear doctor, I think you are great, I'm going to have to take that business end of me somewhere else.

My time is just as valuable.

Babe-isms 11/1/07

One of my friends quotes her daughter's cute "-isms."

"Zorro-isms" sounds like quite a mouthful.

I'm tired of "Out of the mouth of babe."

How about "Babe-isms?" Not bad, I think. It fits. I call him babe. He is (and always will be) my baby. Therefore Babe-ism it is!

Here are a few of his latest creations...

"Toasted toast"

"Fastily" (quickly)

"Hibernationing" (the act of snuggling under the covers like polar bears)

"Sizzlicious" (something good!)