Saturday, September 30, 2006


Packed Up and Ready to Roll Posted by Picasa


My De-Feet Posted by Picasa


The Instruments of My Demise Posted by Picasa

Friday, September 29, 2006

Death by Socks

Thing 2 (the real Momobeans) called me to announce that "Momobeans" received a package from "Flag". I asked her to open it and the note inside exclaimed, "You're Dead!"

I knew I wouldn't make it past the first round. Darn Job and Children and Dirty House and Responsibilities. I'll have to overnight my unfinished socks to Flag. Heck! If he or she is going to kill me, at least I won't be alone.

Pix to come later.

Monday, September 25, 2006

The Wicked Strep Sisters

Thing 3 has officially joined the ranks of the Wicked Strep Sisters, but -- and this is KEY -- I found a doctor who is willing to treat siblings when 1 tests positive! Woo hoo!

Thing 2 was TOTALLY strepped out on Saturday, so I brought all three to be checked out with the on-call pediatrician (not their regular one). I had spoken with Dr. Adorable before, but had not met him before Saturday. After Thing 2 came out positive, he said to call and he'll prescribe for the other two if they develop symptoms. Swoon!

Thing 1 was symptomatic by Saturday evening and Thing 3 is symptomatic now. They will all be drugged by days end and healthy in no time.

Now I just have to figure out how to write a brief that is due tomorrow when I am home with three sick kids . . .

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Chymerikaen in the Cross-Hairs

My first target for Sock Wars is Chymerikaen. I shall strike down upon him or her with furious vengence, and he or she shall know my name is Momobeans. . . or something like that.

I'd better git knittin', since I've already lost a day of work -- Sock Wars started yesterday and I've only just looked up the Pattern of Doom and my target. I believe my Sergeant-at-Arms (the real Momobeans, whose identity I steal for internet mayhem), has wound my balls of yarn, polished my needles, and fed and washed my trusty steed (fluffed up the cushions on the couch).

I shall post my progress (and likely quick demise).

Friday, September 08, 2006

A culture of service . . . contracts

The Hubbins went to our friendly, neighborhood Staples last night to purchase a desk chair. The following exchange occurred at the checkout between the Hubbins and the super friendly and helpful Staples Associate:

SA: You should protect your purchase with the super friendly plus protection contract.

Hubbins: It's a chair.

SA: Yes, and I recommend protecting your purchase with the super friendly plus protection contract for just $-

Hubbins: Do you know what a chair does?

SA: Yes, and I recommend protecting your chair with the super friendly plus protection contract for just -

Hubbins: I sit my arse in it.

SA: And with the super friendly plus protection contract, if it gets a scratch, we'll fix it or replace it.

Hubbins: I sit my arse in it. It is a chair.

I think the super friendly and helpful Associate gave up after that.

Thursday, September 07, 2006


Did you ever wonder how your kids see you? Posted by Picasa

Pix Baby!

Here's a bunch of pictures I've promised for months on end.


Don't Fear Sergeant Reaper Posted by Picasa


Scarves I donated Posted by Picasa


Some preemie hats I donated Posted by Picasa


It was a dark and stormy night Posted by Picasa


Every Woman Wants a sweater to accentuate her assets Posted by Picasa


Cutest Freakin' Baby EVER Posted by Picasa


The Monica Blanket Posted by Picasa

The POP heard 'round the world

Thing 2 has a way attempting to engage me in deep and meaningful discussion about trivia at the least opportune times. Like when I'm trying to give an unwilling 2yo medicine, or in the shower or juggling knives. . .

So this morning, while I'm trying to drink my coffee, she asks,

"Do you know who changed America?"

"Uh, I dunno. Who changed America, my dear?"

"Andy Warhol."

Warhol? WARHOL?!! No presidents, civil rights activists, nuclear physicists? Okay, I'll bite.

"How did Any Warhol change America?"

"He invented Pop Tarts."

[laughter]

Thing 2 usually gets her facts straight, but she thought she read "Pop Tarts" in a book called "100 People Who Changed America", and that was all she needed to know.