Justin Wrote a Sermon About What?!

Yesterday morning we were sitting in class about to start, when someone asked Justin if he had seen the title to his sermon on the handout...

That's right...it says "Great Thongs He Has Done."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Justin and I agreed that this was, by far, his best typo ever. One member asked him if his fingers were too short to reach he "i" key...hehe. In fact, the title was "Great THINGS He Has Done."

Also, Reagan's hair is most definitely curly. This is what it looked like after she had been sleeping in her room with the humidifier going. (she's been all snotty from sinus stuff)

Them'ere Peas

When I was little, like most girls, I loved baby dolls. One year for Christmas a family member gave me a doll food set. The set included peas. My brothers and I were not huge fans of peas. This prompted my brother, Robby, to famously say, "Her baby don't like them'ere peas!" As you can imagine it is now quoted over and over at family gatherings.
Recently, Reagan started eating solids. We've been going through different things, trying to get her to eat a variety. So far, in addition to rice cereal, we've tried carrots, green beans, bananas, sweet potatoes, and...peas. Now looking back it seems as though Robby's statement was a bit prophetic. Here is Reagan's reaction to peas.

I don't blame her...I don't like peas either.

The Queen Takes a Milk Shower

Once upon a time, in the Kingdom of Paschall, there was a queen named Mommy and her her daughter, the princess, named Reagan. One morning, Queen Mommy was preparing Princess Reagan's breakfast. Queen Mommy poured some infant cereal into a bowl and retrieved the breast milk to mix with the cereal out of the Frigidaire. You may not know, but human milk separates because it is not homogenized. Queen Mommy grabbed the bottle and began to shake vigorously in order to combine it. All of a sudden, the top popped off the bottle and the Queen and royal kitchen were covered in milk. (Apparently she had not closed it properly the last time she used it.) Queen Mommy's arms were dripping wet. There was milk in her hair and all over her clothes. There were no royal servants near, so the Queen wiped off her self and the floor. She had managed to cover most of the kitchen floor with the milk. Meanwhile, Princess Reagan was getting impatient to be fed. Queen Mommy fed her, nursed her, and played with her until she was ready for her royal nap. Once Princess Reagan was tucked in, Queen Mommy went to the shower to wash her crusty hair and, since there were still no servants nearby, (wherever could they be?!) she mopped the sticky floor. Upon receiving word of the incident, King Daddy expressed his regret for not being present to laugh hysterically. They all lived happily ever after, knowing there would be plenty more adventures like this one to come.

:)

Where's the Ark?

Last night and this morning it rained.....

(This ditch behind the house is probably 3 feet deep and usually doesn't really have much in it. The run off goes down it and into a canal that runs through the city. Hence our neighborhood's name "Canal Heights." It was literally gushing this morning.)

And rained....

And rained.

This is what it looked like outside our basement door. Can you guess what it looked like inside?

This is the shallow end.

Yes, those are bubbles coming up around the post.

And the deep end.

Look! You can see lawn mower island! :)

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In unrelated news, Thursday we had some professional pictures made of Reagan and some of the three of us together. They are going to be so cute! The ones I saw on her camera looked great. I'll let everyone know as soon as she puts them up on the internet so you can all see them!

I Threw It on the Ground!

Well, just dropped it actually. (The title is a shout out to my hubby's favorite Andy Samberg video on YouTube. Hilarious.) Friday night we invited some friends to come over for dinner. I had prepped the hash brown casserole and had it cooking in the oven. I got together all the ingredients for the bacon cheeseburger meatloaf (yum). Now, to properly mix and form a meatloaf you just have to stick you hands right down in it. I got my hands all nasty and mushed everything together. I picked the bowl up with my forearms since my hands were covered in raw meat and took it over to where the loaf pan was waiting. As I tried to set the bowl on the counter, it missed... and fell... upside down... on the floor. I yelled, "You've got to be kidding me!!!!" Hubby said he immediately knew I had dropped it. (I'm a wee bit clumsy, so this kind of thing is not so very out of the ordinary.) He asked what all he needed to go buy so I could make it again, but by this time it was already 7 and the meatloaf takes around an hour to cook, so I told him just to order pizza. Our menu for dinner was left over lobster spinach queso, hash brown casserole, and domino's.

As requested by Kristen, here is the recipe for the Bacon Cheeseburger Meatloaf (minus the dropping it on the floor step). It is a Paula Deen recipe and you can find it on her web site, http://www.pauladeen.com/, as well.

Ingredients:
1 pound ground chuck
10 slices bacon, cooked and crumbled
1 (8-ounce) package sharp Cheddar, grated
2 large eggs, lightly beaten
1/4 cup bread crumbs, toasted
1/4 cup mayonnaise
1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
1/3 cup ketchup 2 tablespoons prepared mustard
1 (3-ounce) can French fried onions

Directions:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
In a large bowl, combine the ground chuck and next 8 ingredients, mixing well.
In a small bowl, combine the ketchup and mustard. Stir 1/4 cup ketchup mixture into meat mixture, reserving remaining ketchup mixture.
Press meat mixture into a 9x5x3-inch loaf pan, or shape into a loaf and place on a rack in a broiler pan. Spread remaining ketchup mixture over loaf. Bake 40 minutes. Top with French fried onions; bake 10 to 15 minutes, or until meat is no longer pink.

We use the lean ground beef and low sodium bacon.

What in the world kind of children's book is this?!

While at my grandparents' house on Christmas day Justin and I came across a very old and strange children's book. The title is The Old Woman and Her Pig. I think it was published in the 1930s.

It's a story about an old lady who buys a pig at the market. When she takes him home she can't get him to jump over a fence so she asks a dog to bite the pig to get him over the fence. The dog refuses so she asks something else, I can't remember what, to do something to the dog so he will bite the pig, but that thing refuses so she asks something else to do something to it and so on and so on. That alone is a little strange. But then came these pages...

Justin and I couldn't believe a children's book was talking about getting a butcher to kill an animal because it wouldn't do what someone wanted. This is pretty strange. But then came these pages...

Really!? You just asked a rope to kill someone because he wouldn't kill an ox?

We thought this book could not get any more strange until all of the things started doing what the old lady had asked...

"The rope began to hang the butcher" ?! REALLY?! What in the world kind of children's book is this?! We just had to show it to some of the other family members...they found it equally as strange, disturbing, and hilarious as we did. This is not a children's book we will be reading to Reagan while at Grandmommy's. :)

So Sorry My Pictures Are Too Good for You!

I will no longer be a customer of the Wal-Mart photo center. Specifically the one in Demopolis. We have had trouble with them on a couple of occasions trying to get photos printed. First, my mom got this picture printed there.

When she went to pick it up they gave her grief and didn't want to let her have it because they thought it was a professional photo. Mom told them thank you and that I would be flattered they thought so. In the end they let her have it.

A few weeks ago I went to get copies of a picture of my mom when she was 1 and one of myself at around one also. They wouldn't let me copy them because they were taken by professionals. Mine did have a professional stamp on it so I understand, even though it is around 25 years old and there is no way I could ever get another copy from the photographer. They also wouldn't let me copy mom's which is about twice as old as mine and was a copy, not even the original. It didn't have a professional stamp or anything but they still wouldn't let me do it. On these two I somewhat understand, but really, how am I supposed to get a copy from the photographer?

Today I sent a couple of pictures in to get printed and I quickly received a phone call. The lady, who was very polite about it, asked who took this picture.

I told her that I took it. She asked if I still had it. I told her yes, on my computer. She then asked if it was still on my memory card. I told her no, I put it on the computer and deleted the memory card because it was full. She said that it looked like a professional photograph so I would have to prove that it was mine in order to get the print. I asked how I was to do that and she said that I could put it on a pen drive and maybe that would work...MAYBE?! I called Justin and told him about it. He said, "We're done. We will get these pictures and then we're done." He even called a manager and the manager told him he couldn't tell if it was professional or not so we'd have to bring in a pen drive with the picture. Now, I do take it as a compliment that someone would think my photos were professional, but really, have they never seen a good professional photo? Mine don't have near as good lighting and aren't near as sharp as professional photos. They just aren't the same quality. Justin took it up there and the machine's usb port was worn out so they couldn't bring it up. The lady decided to shut the machine down and reboot it to see if that would work. It didn't. Then she took it to a computer behind the counter. When she pulled it up it automatically uploaded all the pictures I had on the drive, there were quite a few. She tells Justin we had a lot on there and he says, "yes, we do." :) She never did find the one of Reagan but saw the curtains in another picture and said she guessed that would work. After Justin sat there for 20 minutes while she did all this she finally gave him the picture.

We will now be customers of CVS one hour. They cost a few cents more but hopefully will be much less hassle. To Wal-Mart I say, so sorry my pictures are too good for you!

No Onion Ring for Me? :(

Yesterday afternoon we decided to have a little outing to a new store in town called Dirt Cheap. Basically it's a store that buys all the left over and defective items from other stores. They had a lot of stuff from Target but nothing we needed. It's a good place if you feel like really taking your time and digging for stuff but there's a lot of junk too. They actually had a tv that had a sign on it that said, "Shock hazard. Do not plug in!" Why in the world would someone buy that?!
Anyway, after we left the store we went to Sonic to get some supper. I got my favorite chicken strip dinner(which is only $3.99 with drink this month!). Said dinner comes with one onion ring. Usually hubby and I share the onion ring. Don't know why, but it's kind of become tradition. As soon as we got the food I got out the onion ring to eat my half. Hubby and I started talking about something and next thing I know I look over at him and he is giving me the pouty face...lip poked out and all. I realized I had just put the last part of the onion ring in my mouth. I hadn't chewed it yet so I pulled it out and said, "Sorry! Do you want this part?" He said, "No thanks." We had a good laugh. I guess I just got distracted by our conversation and forgot to share. Sorry, honey, next time I'll give you the whole onion ring. :)

Whoops

Here's a funny little story for you. Last night, as per usual, Reagan wouldn't go back to sleep after a feeding. Justin got up with her to let me get some sleep. At around 3:45am he came in the bedroom with her, laid her down next to me and said, "I can't figure out what she wants." I remember this and remember thinking, "Ok. My turn. Time to get up." I told him "ok" and then...



nothing.



I fell back asleep! LOL Justin said he was thinking something to the effect of "Well fine then!" I feel so bad! We laughed really hard about it this morning but I imagine it was pretty frustrating for him last night. I told him next time to yell or shake me so I'll get up. :) Sorry, babe. My bad!

Nastiness

First a quick update...I am scheduled to be induced Monday...Yay!!!

The other night I was having trouble getting to sleep so I got up and puttered around on the computer for a while. Our keyboard is on one of those roll out drawer type deals. To scoot up close to the desk you have to leave part of the drawer rolled back and usually the mouse is under the top of the desk where you can't see it. I was sitting here with my hand on the mouse where I can't see it clicking away and I felt something on my hand. I figured it was the mouse cord which sometimes gets caught up on the pull out thing...

Then whatever was on my hand moved...

I knew immediately what it was. I shook my hand and jumped as far away from the computer as I could. Sure enough, when I looked under there I could see my arch nemesis...a cockroach. BLECH! I'm not talking a little roach. I'm talking a big Alabama hopped up on steroids roach. Shiver. We get our house sprayed every three months or so but when you live in Alabama there's nothing you can do to keep these huge nasty things from coming in your house. When you walk outside at night and turn a light on you see them run in every direction. They are seriously about two inches long. They also fly... :/
Well, it ran and I couldn't find it so I stayed as far away from the desk as I could and got off the computer. There was no way I was sitting at this desk while a roach was stalking me. As I was trying to get everything closed it ran up the side of the desk. I made awful noises as I tried to smash it with a shoe. I only was able to get a whack on it before it hid again. I hope his injuries were fatal and he is dead now. I'm surprised I didn't wake Justin up because I can't deal with roaches with out involuntarily screaming and making awful noises. Normally I won't smash them. I make Justin do it. :)
I think the roach came after me because I had a jar of peanut butter open on top of the desk...midnight snack. I won't be doing that again.