Spilled milk and Invalid rings

My Oral B Sonic Care toothbrush died on me again mid brush. This puts me in a irritated mood and makes me resent my toothbrush. Like it's doing it to me on purpose just to make me mad. As if, I know. I never said I was logical.



This is Rob cleaning the kitchen floor yesterday. He took the day off because I was so sick and I stayed in bed most of the day. Our floors were gross. He scrubbed them on his hands and knees first and then with the mop. They were that bad. Then during dinner he spilled a whole glass of milk on his freshly mopped floors. I felt bad, but not bad enough not to laugh. And just watched as he cleaned that up too...





Crofton is watching the gayest kids show ever called Hi 5 that Rob burned for him. It has lots of bright colors and completely mind numbing songs. He is totally engrossed in it. If he still loves crap like this when he's older I may have to lock him in his room permanently.


When I was at the drug store the other day I came across this. It forced me to take a picture of it. I swear. It was like, "lady, if you don't take my picture I will inflate around your neck in the middle of the night and kill you". I just don't understand why they call it an invalid ring! Like if you have a hemeroid or something you are a complete INVALID?? If I ever needed one of these I would have to get Rob to buy it.

I came across this website the other day and it made me smile. http://stuffonmycat.com/ I thought I was the only one who did this kind of thing to their cat. Gonzo is very good at holding things for me. I have a picture somewhere of him with hershey kisses all over him and a coat hanger and a few other things. I need to find it now and submit it to this site. This is one of the photos from there. But you gotta kinda wonder who on earth has this many remotes and what their entertainment system looks like!

I didn't think it was possible, but my throat hurts more today than it did yesterday. I cringe everytime I have to swallow and barely slept a wink last night. I went to the Dr yesterday (which shows how bad I was feeling because something normally has to linger for a good week before I go) and she said it's a virus, not much I can do. Took a swab just incase it's not, but I guess I have to just wait it out. I feel like crap. Poor poor me. It seems the pity party has arived at my door again. Feel free to tag along. I wish I had cable today.

ECHOES IN ETERNITY...echoes in eternity...echoes in ....

I got out of the shower today and actually thought, "did I buy bounce that smells like particle board instead of outdoor fresh scent by accident?" then i realized I must have forgotten to use it in my last load of towels because I never usually veer from a brand i love...




It's funny to me that Crofton doesn't comprehend bad smells yet. When we woke up this
morning I had a really sore throat. That compiled with the wisdom tooth that needs yanked, I'm sure my breath smelled like toxic waste. Did he care? Not one teeny tiny bit. Just happy to be next to me...stank and all!







I watched the movie Gladiator the other day. The sentence "What we do in life echoes in Eternity" has been running over and over in my brain like a cd that is skipping. Someone make it stop!! PLEASE!!

EXCUSE ME, I JUST BLOGGED AGAIN...

IT'S FUNNY TO ME THAT OUT OF ALL THE TOYS KIDS CAN PLAY WITH, THESE ARE THE KINDS OF THINGS THEY PREFER...

2 gallons of milk? yup that's what i require...

My breakfast everyday lately has consisted of two peices of toast. One with peanutbutter and jam, and one with cheese whiz. Pregnancy rears it's strange head again as I have never bought a jar of cheese whiz in my life...but now, i love it. Can't live without it. I even put a glob of it in my spaggetti the other night before I reheated it. This, I thought, was delicious. This is what my breakfast table looks like every morning, unless Rob makes eggs.

Right now, I have fresh vaccum lines in my carpet, 2 gallons of milk in the fridge, and enough formula for Crofton's bottles scooped for the week. THIS makes me retardedly happy!

Here's a great shot I swiped
from Lori's or Jen's blog of
Lori and Kori at the Matt
Good concert in Victoria on
the weekend. they said it
was awesome. I think it's
an awesome photo of them
having a great time!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M MOODY? and other thoughts

single handedly flushed his own career down the toilet.




Dear Abby,

My husband is not happy with my mood swings. The
other day, he bought me a mood ring so he would be
able to monitor my moods. When I'm in a good mood it
turns green. When I'm in a bad mood it leaves a big
red mark on his forehead. Maybe next time
he will buy me a diamond.

Sincerely,

Pregnant in Victoria

I'M SO BORED THAT
I THINK MY BRAIN IS MELTING.

good idea in theory

I got a new shower curtain the other day. I got a clear one thinking that it would let more light in for shaving...good idea in theory. Now you can see into my shower 24/7 and it's driving me crazy! If my shower was actually dirty, it would probably keep me up! So now we are heading out to get another shower curtain before my brain explodes. That and spider killer stuff.

Tell me that clear curtain wouldn't drive you completely insane too...

info too late...

while checking online to find out about the spider that bit Rob today, I found this. The first two made me smile because of our experiences as of late...

Preventing spider bites

* Shake out clothing and shoes before getting dressed.
* Inspect bedding and towels before use.
* Wear gloves when handling firewood, lumber, and rocks (be sure to inspect the gloves for spiders before putting them on).
* Remove bedskirts. Move the bed away from the wall.
* Don’t store boxes and other items underneath beds.
* Exercise care when handling cardboard boxes (some spiders may inhabit the space under folded cardboard flaps).

RUDE AWAKENING

I want to move. Desperately. Not because the house is going to be too small when I have the new baby in April...although that was the main reason until about 5:30 this morning.

So I was sound asleep having a bizarre dream. This girl Raymi, whose blog I read, was on Oprah because she has an incredible amount of people read her blog. I mean really quite the following. And I, pathetically, am one of them. Her site is truly addicting. At any rate, Oprah was all...Oh Raymi..I love you! I wear your t-shirts! I give your mugs as presents to my guests! I can't stop checking your site to see what you're up to....blah blah blah. Everyone in the audience were her fans...Raymi's, not Oprah's. Oprah was practically drooling. It was weird. Even weirder because I don't have cable and never think about Oprah.

ANYWAY...back to my rude awakening. So, at 5:30 this morning, Rob comes bursting into the bedroom and says "Cher! I just got bit by a spider!" I sit straight up and say "Where?!!!" and he says "ON MY BALLS!!" I'm like "WHAT???!!!! TURN THE LIGHT ON!!" So he does and sure enough, there's a red spot on his balls where he did indeed get bitten! He said it hurt really bad and that it felt like they got caught in a zipper. Apparently he was drying off after showering and it must have been on his towel. SO...he was on his way to work and I called him and said "I think you should come home and get the spider and go to the hospital." He calls his Seargent and tells him the deal, comes home, gets the spider and I notice he looks puffy. He said his throat felt weird too. So off he goes to the hospital where they tell him there's not much they can do. He has no respitory problems and the swelling isn't that bad. They send him off with an antihistamine and he leaves. He calls me and says he's on his way to work! Because apparently the Canadian Military will crumble if he's not there today. So he takes the pill because he's afraid to swell more...and is now operating heavy machinery. I'm sooooo freakin mad. This kind of stuff only happens with THIS particular Seargent. He's a dick. I told Rob that I was going to call him and tear a strip off him. He does NOT want to deal with pregnant me, that's for sure. Rob convinces me not to, but assures me he'll let him know how mad I am. I told him to make sure he mentions the rediculously large law suite that will be filed if he hurts even one hair on his head today because of cloudy thinking. So it's not the best pic of the culprit because my camera sucks, but you get the idea. Big and thick and black and redish. It seems like the same one that was in my jogging pants a couple weeks ago. I hate spiders. HATE THEM! We live around so many trees it's unavoidable. SO, now I want to move.

I'm tired. I'm going to bed.

Stolen laundry

I saw this on someones blog today and it made me laugh. The one on the left is what i'm talking about. It says "To the pathetic weirdo who stole my laundry: Watch your back." At first i thought it said "WASH your back" Which is what made me laugh. It was funnier that way. I can relate to this story personally because for awhile I thought a babysitter stole a pair of my panties and I was so tormented over the whole ordeal. But then they showed up...and even that was suspisious because they appeared back in my undie drawer after she house sat. Both Rob and I looked before. Me more than once...obviously, it was my undie drawer. I'm in there at least once a day. My msn name was "I think my babysitter stole my panties" and she had used my computer, so maybe she thought the jig was up and put them back...or maybe she found them in some strange spot i didn't look and she stuck them in my drawer. Regardless, the note about the stolen laundry made me laugh...

We heard our baby's heartbeat today! It took awhile for the Dr to find it, so that made us nervous, but eventually we did and there is nothing quite so reassuring!

The code word verifiaction thing can be annoying at times, I know. It feels like some pop quiz you're never prepared for. But it keeps spam off the page, so please just keep typing in what you see. I always get it out of the way first, that way if the letters are too hard to read, i can exit and get another one.

This photo is keeping me up at night.

LID DOWN...This I MUST remember

As you may or may not know, Crofton's new favorite pastime is playing in the toilet. This morning he was in there for a few seconds when I realized that I forgot to flush! EEEEEW! Needless to say, we washed his hands! Being pregnant, it's kind of stupid to flush everytime because most of the time, even though it feels like I could pee a river, it's only a few drops. Anyway, I must remember to keep the lid down from now on!!


So a couple weeks ago, when my sisters kids were here, her daughter Kezia got hold of the phone and I'm pretty sure if she had pressed send she would have ordered pizza because she had dialed 222-2222. Well the other day Crofton got hold of the phone. I'm afraid to think of who he would have called because he dialed 666-6666!


The napping thing has been very successful today. He hasn't needed me to fall asleep and both naps have been decent. Last night he went to sleep without crying and slept until after 7 this morning! Looks like we may have our great little sleeper back! Hopefully the damage of travelling to Ireland and then New Brunswick a few days later may be undone! Cross your fingers!


I swore I wasn't going to be one of those people that only ever talk about their kids on their blog...and what have I done? Talked about nothing but so far! I rememeber what it was like before I had a kid. I couldn't have cared less and I probably would never check this blog out again! So lets see what other mindless dribble I have thought about today....

I watched a movie called The Yes Men today. It was fantastic. It's a documentary, but worth the watch...


Don't you hate it when you are chatting with someone on msn and one of you have to go, so you say goodbye, get up, walk away and almost a minute passes when you hear "bleep". So you go back to the computer thinking they forgot to tell you something important and it's just them saying goodbye again with some kind of emoticon? Anyway, I've got to go eat something. I'm hungry AGAIN!!

a few pics

Here's some photos I lost when I deleted my blog. these were the pics of my neices first b-day.

Where oh where did my blog go? Where oh where could it be???

So I had to delete my blog. For some reason it was taking years for people to load and was freezing up browsers and not allowing comments etc.. So I have deleted it and restarted it. I think it had to do with stuff I had downloaded and posted on it from Bravenet. Please try and leave me a comment so I know the problem has been fixed and it's not something retarded I'm doing!