Saturday, February 21, 2009

Post 300....

Things don't always go as planned. See this sleeper, see how Gwyn's leg is out of it from the thigh? On the other foot she is out from the knee. Not what was planned for that sleeper. And, I was hoping for something wonderful and fantastic and fun! for my 300th post. But, things are not as planned... just my everyday ramblings, with dreams of other things.

So anyway, about this sleeper. There is one snap, one, yes just one, between the snap at the crotch of it and the bottom of the foot. So, a snap at the crotch, snap at the knee.. and open in between with just the foot at the bottom..... oh my... my girl can kick her feet and legs out of that in seconds! Notice she doesn't look so impressed by her ability! So, buyers be aware, when you buy things for baby... check how many snaps are there... specially if the little one likes to pull their legs up and laugh at you!

I hope to be off to the city tomorrow. Doctors appointment on Tuesday. Home for Wednesday. Then, pack for Outlook... the fun! Part of me looks forward to it. Go get it done, the other part of me dreads it, packing, moving into a light housekeeping suite at the motel.. the fear of a crying baby in the middle of the night keeping all up....the small space.. the amount of stuff to pack and take with. All the things that run through your head.

I got an email.. twice... two different senders of course. It was about a kidlet eating hand sanitizer. What would possess a child to eat hand sanitizer? Were they not told it was dangerous and just like soap? Makes soap at a sink look awful good doesn't it? And I don't mean antibacterial super spiffy soap either... I mean good old fashioned soap. Taste like crap soap. Makes me shutter at the thought of a child eating hand sanitizer... blah!!!

I have 2 jokes for you. One is ruffing Men and the other Women. Now, I am not a fan of the man bashing that women do. I love my man, I am grateful for all he does. I do hope he feels the same toward me for all I do. And I may get frustrated with certain things sometimes... but, still.. am appalled at the bashing some women do of their men(they speak as though he can do nothing right, and if that is the case, wtf are you doing there?). So, that said... here are the jokes:

You need a heart to love him,
A diamond to marry him,
A club to smash his f**king head in,
and a spade to bury the bastard.

Two men are out ice fishing at their favourite fishing hole,just fishing quietly and drinking beer.
Almost silently, so as not to scare the fish, Bob says, 'I think I'm gonna divorce my wife. She hasn't spoken to me in over 2 months.'
Earl continues slowly sipping his beer,then thoughtfully says,'You'd better think it over Bob, women like that are hard to find.'

So, well I don't think this is a great 300th post... I hope you enjoyed it anyways...

1 comment:

Eva said...

hi, i'm glad you have posted again, i have just started to worry something was wrong.

i hope your visit at the doctor's is nothing serious.

don't worry about staying at a motel with your baby. so what if she cries at night, she is a baby, she has a right to do it! so enjoy!

and congratulations on your 300th post! that's a lot of commitment.