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Tuesday, August 29, 2006
C'mon now...don't act surprised.
You Are the Swedish Chef
"Bork! Bork! Bork!"
You're happy and energetic - with borderline manic tendencies.
No one really gets you. And frankly, you don't even get you.
But, you sure can whip up a great chocolate mousse
Posted by Sarah Jean :: 5:34 PM :: 4 Comments: 
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Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Everyday Food?
So, I get Everyday Food. It's kind of like Mr. Rogers for me. I sit and read it and think, wow, that's neat. What a fun idea. And always there is floating in the back of my mind the obvious: I would never even try that.
But today I was surfing around the website and I feel compelled to ask, This is Everyday Food?
On another note, as well-advertised by Mir at www.wantnot.net, you can get this fantasy of exotic foods for free for a year if you happen to be a GLAD girl. Which I am. You can't trust your frozen foods to just anything, you know! Here's the coupon. After all, you don't see a deal like this every day!
(get it?)
Posted by Sarah Jean :: 11:39 AM :: 1 Comments: ---------------------------------------
Sorry, Carl's Jr.
It appears I need to make an apology to the good people at Carl's Jr. As it turns out, Blond Hunk was just sick. I know because now I'm sick. And I haven't had any pastrami in months. Ugh.
In other news, my friend Holly has a blog: M&M Thoughts
She is a midwife and mother to...well, many children. She takes foster/respite care kids, so I'm not sure of the number right now, but it's been hovering somewhere around 18 for a while. She's a pretty incredible woman and I desperately want to make a cute banner for her with M&Ms. We'll see.
As a bonus: M&M screensavers for you. Chocolate is better in color!
Posted by Sarah Jean :: 9:57 AM :: 1 Comments: ---------------------------------------
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Worst. Date. Ever.
Not that I'm complaining. In fact, it's probably not the worst date I've ever been on, but certainly the worst I've ever planned. But, we can't blame the blond hunk for this. In fact, he is the victim here, more than me.
We started the evening with an attempt to give blood. Serve the community.Share our life force in a meaningful way. Ya, so they rejected us. Both. Not for anything too colorful. Apparently our last vacation took us to malaria-infested jungles.
So, we took our letters of deferment and our shameful, possibly malarial blood and slunk out of the church multipurpose room. That's ok, we said. They're just jealous. Let's go get some dinner.So we went to Carl's Jr. for artery-clogging pastrami burgers. Well, just one. I got the chicken club. It wasn't bad. Service was slow, though, and we both thought we heard a grease fire in the back.
And how did we finish off this festival of lameness? I had a few things to buy at Wal-mart. So we stopped there. And they didn't even have everything we needed! No texas toast (how can Wal-mart not carry this? They carry GRITS for crying out loud), no plain muffin papers (I don't want the character 50 for $2 kind) and no 20-oz bottles of the Code Red. Only 2 liters. At a lousy price, I might add. Gosh!
And then the blond hunk starts to say those fateful words: "I don't feel that good." CURSE YOU, CARL'S JR!
In the checkout line I did see some neat earrings--picture for you, Sassy:
We came home, realized we didn't have any cash to pay the babysitter. Gave her an IOU and a trip home, and played computer games until BH was too sick to play. Then I went to bed and he stayed up half the night puking.
Worst. Date. Ever.
My only consolation is at least we're married and I'm not worried he'll never want to see me again. I know where the placentas are buried and we still have a potty training to finish. He can't leave me now. Seriously, we still had fun (up until the severe cramps and nausea, anyway) and got out together. And he'll recover. He's tough that way.
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Thursday, August 10, 2006
Princess Slug
This morning little T found a slug on the sidewalk and (uuugh) picked it up.
"She is my slug and I will call her ... Princess Slug."
Ladies and gentlemen:
Her royal sliminess...Princess Slug.
(She's small, and in her hand, I promise.)
Posted by Sarah Jean :: 11:35 AM :: 3 Comments: ---------------------------------------
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Announcing...
Posted by Sarah Jean :: 12:29 PM :: 4 Comments: ---------------------------------------
