So, the week after Christmas, we splurge a little bit on this big huge obnoxious television set. The only thing I really love to watch on TV is hockey and 24. If I had to do without television I could. Anyways, we get this huge eye sore of a television and originally I wanted to hang it on the wall since we bought one of those thin televisions. I was told that was going to be the plan. The TV came home, and I was axed on that idea because apparently the ANGLE wasn't exactly right. So, then we set out to buy the stand for the huge ox. I was floored on how much the stands cost. We could feed our family for a year on what one of the stands cost, that is, if you wanted a decent one that didn't look as obnoxious as the TV. So, we decided on one from IKEA, it did the trick and it wasn't going to 'break' the bank. So, we've been having some issues with the ox. Firstly, the high def channels won't stay locked in like they are supposed to. Also, you can't record off the harddrive. It's all covered under warranty so it's not going to cost us anything more than what we've already doled out. Anyways, the man wants to munky with the current software on the beast. Apparently a 9,999.00 television doesn't have enough stuff on it, so we got to add more. All I wanted tonite was to watch an important hockey game.... probably chuck full of goodness and badness, high intensity action that would make me loose weight just watching it because my adrenaline would be running on high... but I get to watch this... Before this purchase, I could barely extract him away from the laptop. Now being able to connect the laptop and TV together for 'tweaking' really puts an extra special topping on his pancakes. Wish me luck to get them disconnected anytime soon.
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husbands nerdy husbands

Okay, so it's late. Really really late. I was in bed making a mental bulleted list of the things I want to accomplish this weekend. I didn't get far. I left the bed only deciding what bullet character I wanted to use.. I chose the clover character. For fuckssake I had all night to think of these things during regular thinking hours, but instead, I decided to surf through some of my bookmarked blogs and then 4 hours later I went to bed. I don't know why I'm so fascinated with the unfascinating. It really beats the hell outta me. I have my list of blogs I generally check daily just to see what's going on in other peoples households/lives... but then I surf for more. I figure there's got to be something BETTER than the last one I just read. How dumb is that. Well, it's better than being a crack addiction I suppose. Anyways, my quick conclusion is that I think people that write blogs are either: a) fascinated with other peoples blogs so therefore they have one too; or b) they are completely narssistic and want people to worship their thoughts. Sticking with a), the best example I can come up with is, say for instance you are babysitting a friends baby. You have access to their WHOLE HOUSE. You are ALONE in their WHOLE HOUSE (except for a baby, whom for that matter can't attest to what you are doing since they are an infant). So you feel safe with your devious thoughts while ALONE in their HOUSE. What I'm getting at, reading a blog is kind of like snooping through other peoples medicine cabinets while they aren't home. But you don't have to worry cause you know they won't be home for 3 more hours. (Not that blogs are exactly private, but some people do talk about personal matters). Plenty of time to collect some damning evidence against them (or in reference to a blog, just being in 'the know'). Nothing wrong with being in 'the know', you know. But if you have that opportunity you surely wouldn't snoop for things like how clean they keep their microwave or what sorta junk they put in their 'junk' drawers. You'd look for 'over due notice' bills or bank statements (to see how much they DONT have so you can feel better about yourself knowing you have more), sex toys, viagra or other damning medicines. Information like this can get you high rankings amongst your peers when it comes to push comes to shove. What you know is who you are. You'd be the 'goto' guy for information within your little peer group. There is always that one person in every group, so why not you? Gossip is the oxygenated blood in the group. Keeps it moving forwards, and when you deliver that fatal blow, you get that runners high of accomplishment. Although what type of gossip you have could be very dangerous. If you have second hand gossip, you are pretty safe... gossip is always juicy and when you re-narrate the gossip you heard, it's always speakers right to embellish a bit to make it more dramatic than the original version. Second hand gossip always ends with, "well, that's what I heard." That's what really saves your ass. The blame of the bad news has an author. Now, first hand gossip is really dangerous. Go back to babysitting for a friend scenario. Digging feverishly through their closet, going to that dark corner of the closet and finding that lone shoe box with dust on top. Carefully opening the box not to disturb the dust. You found your prize. Yea, that. Makes ya sweat a little just thinking about it. I think to deliver this type of gossip takes a lot of balls. The landmines you crawled over to get your information. The deeds and sins you committed. The pillaging and raping. You need a personal confessional installed in your bathroom to get you through to your next life's journey to the great staircase up towards the heavens. You also have to bear the right type of personality to pull this off and not look like a complete asshole. Calm in your delivery and sympathetic in expression. When the gossip comes directly from your findings (ransacking through closets) it makes you sorta like a vagabond looking for a meal. I'm picturing dirty nails and maybe a random tooth missing. If you lie or over aggerate the truthfulness of your findings you'll just look like a big fat liar and you'll loose all your credibility in your gossip train and you'll probably not ever be completely trusted within your clique. That would totally suck. Especially after all the work you went through getting the information. Anyways, I don't know how I got to talking about this. Oh, my point was that since I read blogs, I thought I'd contribute back to the blogging forums so I can be just like you! Maybe what I type will have some impact on someone else. Someone might want to snoop through my drawers cause it seems I'm doing a ton of that. There are a few bloggers that have impacted me somewhat. I wouldn't say greatly because I don't want to seem like a digi-stalker and that I'm totally into these other bloggers lives and worlds. Nor do I want to appear friendless. I have friends. I even have a husband.. and a 15 month old.. and 2 dogs... and an old cat. I'm a SAHM with not enough time to do things for me. I don't know a lot about one thing, but I know a little about a lot. Make sense? Well anyways, isn't imitation the best form of flattery? Well, rumor has it that it is.. but that's what I was told.
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lies addicts rumors

I have something wonderful to celebrate. It's been 15 long months. I've been dreaming about it that long. I finally have enough strands of hair to put into a velcro hair barrette! (vhb! for short). I am fine with the fact that Sofie looks EXACTLY like her dad, even though she's a female. I'm okay with the fact that when I goto the mall or grocery store little old ladies and middle aged men comment on how talkative and handsome my daughter is (even though she's got on pink head to toe). No matter what anyone ever tells me, I am completely infatuated with her. Although this picture isn't exactly Sofie at her finest, I just wanted a close up of the vhb! in action. I was never the type of mom to put on one of those 'garter belt' head wraps. I think and always will think they look sorta cheesy and the type of person would put one on would be one that is completely into child pageants. That's so not me. And it's so not Sofie. I'm just excited, I hope someone is will be excited with me. I'm so proud.
All good things do come to an end. Soon after these pictures were taken tonite, I found the vhb! laying on the floor next to her toys. Must have fallen out. Glory short lived.
children parenting

The Woom-ba
It's finished. I made it. It's not my own creation. It was created by blogger mk Carroll. She's got some interesting knitting projects on there, this was one of them. I have a few reasons why I wanted to knit this. I love my gynecologist! He's really really awesome and I totally think he would dig it. Also, my sister had a hysterectomy, and she's probably missing it, along with all the other stuff that goes with it, so I'll give her one. She'll probably think it's a bit weird, but I think if she spends time with this new one she'll really get along with it. Reason 3, another friend had a full hysterectomy recently so I think she'd enjoy having it back. I don't really want to ever part with mine, but if I have to, I can knit myself a new one. Here's my finished product. Weird huh. I love it! Thank you womb.. for making this all happen! I couldn't have done it without you..
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knitting womb weird

Is it really THAT cold? Maybe it is....
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russians crochet cold weather

Now that I figured out how to insert blogger into my current webpage (not all of us are easy to adapt to learning new things quickly) I think I will publish via blogger.com. My server does support comments, but learning that was a big bag of bricks. So I'm cheating....
I'm such a devil.
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