Sarah loves...(in no particular order)...

• when Josie says "sahee Mama" (sorry Mama) when she a)bangs her head b)knocks something over c)I bang my head d)I knock something over e)anytime at all
• when Josie says "ah you too Mama". especially when I haven't said "I love you" first
• when Josie says "Mama holdoo?" (hold you) or even better: "Mama hold doo up?"
  
• when Josie says "one, two, fi, sik" (that's five and six, in case you weren't sure).
• when Josie says "one, two, hahaha" (ala The Count)
• when I come home from work and Josie RUNS up to me with the best smile and saying "Maaaaama!" in this little dreamy way as if I've been gone for months!
  
• when her husband works the early shift and gets home by 4pm and even better yet when he has 5 days off in a row, followed by 2 days of work and then 4 more days off!
• when I say lots of Josie stuff and then trick you with a husband one. I'm so sneaky like that.

One day

I'll get my act together and start posting all the fun crafty things I've been making/wanting to make. I want my blog to show more of my creative side, but that hasn't happened. One day.

'Twas the Month Before Christmas

Twas the month before Christmas

When all through our land,

Not a Christian was praying

Nor taking a stand.

See the PC Police had taken away,

The reason for Christmas - no one could say.

The children were told by their schools not to sing,

About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.

It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say

December 25th is just a ' Holiday '.

Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit

Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!

CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod

Something was changing, something quite odd!

Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa

In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.

As Targets were hanging their trees upside down

At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found.

At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears

You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.

Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty

Are words that were used to intimidate me.

Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen

On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton !

At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter

To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.

And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith

Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace

The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded

The reason for the season, stopped before it started.

So as you celebrate 'Winter Break' under your 'Dream Tree'

Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.

Choose your words carefully, choose what you say

Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS ,

not Happy Holiday!

MERRY CHRISTMAS.

Christ is The Reason for the Christ-mas Season!

I was innocently watching the travel channel today

...and was wrong in thinking that it was a clean, family channel.



And that concludes (hopefully) our two day gross-out posting. Now back to your regular (no pun intended) scheduled cute Josie posting.

Slightly chewy, but overall a success

Josie spent a good deal of time yesterday figuring out the best cooking method for a little red monster. She decided on the microwave for its ease of use and quick payoff.


Then she stood back and cheered for herself!

In which I speak of feet and shoes

Let me just tell you that before today, I had no idea what a bunion was. If I had to guess, I'd probably say something like, "ummm...is it the same thing as a heel spur? 'cuz I don't know what that is either."

I've been having this pain in my foot that takes my breath away sometimes. So, today I decided to google "foot anatomy" to find a little pedi picture...I have a medical degree from Google U., you know. So, I found a blurry old picture with a teeny tiny word that said "bunion." No! I do NOT have a bunion. While I have no idea what bunions are, I'm quite certain they are reserved for women who wear one of two things.

These:
Or these:

And I can assure you I haven't been wearing either of those gems.

But alas, according to my ever-reliable source of information (affectionately referred to as Mr. Wiki), a bunion is "a structural deformity of the bones and the joint between the foot and big toe, and may be painful."

Well, folks, it looks like I have a bunion. Please hold on while I go put on my new favorite shoes:
And while in search for the shoe pictures, I found a few really entertaining things that may or may not appear in another post!

I also found a joke that's worth at least a gratuitous giggle. A man went to his podiatrist (there's a job you couldn't pay me enough to do) to get his bunion removed. Afterward, he said to the doctor, "is that all?" And the doctor said, "Sure is, but if you have any other problems, be sure to callous." (never mind the giggle...I was wrong.)

Now if you have the intestinal fortitude, you may scroll down and thank your lucky stars (while I do the same) that my bunion doesn't look like THIS bunion! (in other words, don't scroll down unless you are quite certain that your lunch is happy staying right where it is!)




























Have a nice day!

Is it wrong?

...that Josie has been in her crib for 3.5 hours when I know for certain that she only slept for 3? I mean she's happy and all. Hanging out. Talking. Laughing. Kicking her mattress. Exclaiming such things as "a-doy-doy-doy-doy." But she IS awake. Should I feel guilty that she's still in there? 'Cuz I don't.

Just wondering.