Psychologists have discovered that the manner in which people eat Oreo cookies provides great insight into their personalities. Thursday, August 27, 2009
Good News! I'm Normal!
Psychologists have discovered that the manner in which people eat Oreo cookies provides great insight into their personalities. Thursday, August 20, 2009
Guess What???
Thursday, August 13, 2009
She's a Star!!!
As a side note, you should see my mom's jersey onesie. She had TJ Houshmandzada on a 3-6 month old baby onesie. The name was in like size 9 font!Sorry. Moving on...
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
My New Dishwasher...
Well, we are actually making some progress. Of course, I may run out of blog material when this is finally finished. Maybe I'll move on to the outside? Ehhh...probably not!
This weekend we hung 2/3 of our cabinets, brought the plumbing up through the floor and bought a dishwasher.
Isn't she pretty? (It is a she, by the way)

No sooner had we put the dishwasher in place and my son pounced on the box.
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Before I knew it, he had a door and windows cut into the box, a welcome sign, and "indoor" lighting (a la two flashlights that he hung from the ceiling). He played in the box all afternoon.
And he ate dinner in the box.

I'm pleased to say that he didn't actually sleep in the box. Only because he fell asleep and I carried him to his bed, although I'm sure he'd rather be in the box.
Monday, August 3, 2009
An Ode to my Honda...
So, I was sort of thinking that I would join the Fellowship of the Travelling Smarty Pants for their Twitter Ho-down. I've always wanted to join the Ho-down, but these people put me to shame! My piddly 6 or so Tweets a day, just doesn't hang with them! It all started back in October, 2005. My fiance bought the car and showed up to take us for a ride. While we were all driving around, he showed us all of the features - back seat cup holders (for my 4 year old), 4 wheel drive (for all the ice we get in Kentucky), and surround air bags (to protect his future family). Wasn't that last part sweet of him?
It was useful in the sense that it got me to and from work, but otherwise not feeling the whole "cool" thing. Yeah, um, no!Taking my mob loaner car to work to get laughed at... #beingpunishedforpasttransgressions

Day 3:
GOOD NEWS! My Honda is ready to be picked up! BAD NEWS! Enterprise closed at 5:00. AWFUL NEWS! Mob loaner car is going home one more time!
People are staring at me!!! #beingpunishedforpasttransgressions
Day 4:
On my drive in today, another Chev HHR pulled up to my ugly mob loaner car and waved. People really buy these and choose to ride in them?!?
2 Hours and some change until I can take the ugly mob loaner car back where it belongs! #nearlyfinishedbeingpunishedforpasttransgressions
I actually got "Congrats" tweets from @weightwhat and @helenatrandom at this point. I'd like to think because they were so happy for me. But it was probably because they were so ready for me to shutup about the car!
So guess what time it is?! It's time to take the ugly mob loaner car back:)! Woohoo! #nearlyfinishedbeingpunishedforpasttransgressions

Hello, love of my life. How I've missed you! I love your pretty new bumper sans-bugs! You (and red swedish fish) complete me!

Thursday, July 30, 2009
Talented...

Someone sent me this video today, and I practically broke a rib laughing. Let's just say I'm thrilled that Oliver doesn't have this obsession :)!
A Bad Day at Work...

I don't know if this is true or not. Either way, I hope your day is better than Rob's!
Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs.
Below is an e-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio station 103.2 FM in Ft. Wayne, Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest. Needless to say, she won:
Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so bad after all .
Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's a wet suit.
This time of year the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment that sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose.
Now, this all sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints. What I do when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's fantastic...it's like working in a Jacuzzi.
Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This, of course, only made things worse. Within a few seconds my bottom started to feel a burning sensation. I pulled the hose out from my back, thinking that maybe the water was too hot, but the damage was done. In agony, I realized what had happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it directly into my suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, so the jellyfish couldn't stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate.
When I had scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish, and all of its poisonous, stinging tentacles, into the crack of my bottom. I immediately informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically. Needless to say, I aborted the dive.
I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet.
As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my bottom was swollen shut.
The next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your bottom. Now repeat to yourself, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job." Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?
Rob
May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!
Love, K










