Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Peanut Butter and Jelly

So, I haven't posted in ages, mainly because I could not remember my password to get into my account (either that or blogger couldn't remember me...I know I was typing in the right one!). Whatever the case, here I am, having just entered the world of PB and J. I gave Gavin his first the other day and he loved it. Of course, it was all whole wheat, organic, etc, etc...in typical fashion, but he gobbled it up and asked for more. I was thinking as I watched, "So it begins..." because I know I will be making these for many years to come.( Although, I eat them myself, so I'm not sure that Gavin is going to increase the frequency of sandwich making that much. Tip: not weight loss food...) That aside, it's kind of a right of passage for Gavin and for me, part of his entrance into toddler-hood, which for me is a little emotional. I feel like it was literally yesterday when he ate nothing but mama's milk and needed that every hour or two. I thought that would never end, and now it has, and I am kind of wishing it hadn't. (I am way too sentimental!)

Here is a picture of the inaugural sandwich:

Friday, March 21, 2008

Watch for falling rocks

So today I was driving behind a big dump truck full of rocks and I noticed a little disclaimer on the back of it that said "Stay 200 ft back. Not responsible for windshields." (Never mind the fact that you wouldn't be able to read the sign 200ft back!) This reminded me of a similar sign on the Walmart cart return thingy that says something like, "Not responsible for damage caused by carts." Now, I can understand that you need to protect your self from lawsuits especially if you are a large corporation with lots of money that people might try to get, (kind of like the whole Kramer in Seinfeld with the hot coffee...) but seriously, does this mean that I can put a sign on my car that says, "Crazy driver, not responsible for recklessness?" I just feel like we are so close to being that absurd. It's almost like no one is held accountable for anything they do because they have an excuse. What? A rock could fly out of your truck and break my windshield and I will have to pay to get it, and maybe myself fixed. Maybe you shouldn't put your rocks in an open truck bed! Or, maybe you could at least make your sign bigger. All this craziness means that we all need insurance to cover the things that other people won't cover, and they have to have disclaimers so that others won't sue them for the things that they don't think they should be responsible for. Again I say, what?

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Don't really have a title

So, the last few attempts I have made to post a blog on here have not panned out very well. I have pretty much just deleted whatever I wrote within about a day or so. I am way to critical of myself. So today, I really don't have much to say, but I plan on leaving it up here!

I haven't really been feeling this whole holiday thing this year. Probably because to me holidays = stress. Which is completely sad because when I was growing up I was the biggest holiday person. Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, 4th of July, let's not forget St. Patrick's Day (a personal favorite), and of course Arbor Day. Not to mention the first day of Spring, Winter, etc. Maybe my love affair with holidays is ending, or maybe I am just getting older. I think part of the problem is that I really don't have time to sit and do elaborate holiday crafts anymore. Nothing gets your holiday spirit going like making a wreath out of holly or wiring walnuts and pine cones together (there is a decoration thingie sitting on my tv, made of just that. And some cinnamon sticks too), or making a whole village out of gift boxes and glitter (that was a good one, to bad the dogs ate it!).

On another note...Gavin is SO close to crawling. I have no idea how my life is going to change when he is pulling stuff off my shelves and trying to eat my plants. I honestly don't know the first thing about childproofing, but I think I need to start. I was reminded of this yesterday when he rolled across the room and was just about to put Reilly's bone is his mouth when I picked him up. Gross.

I just heard the washer stop, so I think that's my cue to be more productive.

Monday, August 13, 2007

First Blog

So, all along I have been against the blog thing. Too trendy. I really liked the idea at first. Then I thought of all the pretentious and annoying people that would be out there blogging away for attention. Not for me. Now, of course, everyone blogs. It's no longer just for the smart, little bit fringe, laptop bearing bloggers in the coffee shops. No, it has now been overtaken by homeschoolers, grandparents, and just about anyone you can think up. Which only makes me more apprehensive. (Kind of like how you know something is going out of style when you see your friend's mom wearing it) Of course, I have always had trouble writing in a journal because it seemed crazy to be talking to a book that no one was really going to read except for me, and I would just be disgusted at myself, years down the road, when I found it in a box under my bed anyway. So, at least a blog has an audience, of sorts. "Oh, vast internet, full of potential adoring fans, read my words of wisdom!" Then again, if I don't want to read my own journal, what makes me think anyone else would want to. Still, here I am. Blogging. And it feels kind of nice.

Thank goodness this thing has spell check.