You know what is worse than watching and waiting water to boil in a pot???
THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!:
Why am I so obsessed with you? oh oh oh oh.
That's all.
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
All is good in the world
From this:
to this:
makes a this:
A FEW THINGS I'VE LEARNED THIS MONTH:
1. Asthma is a horrible, no good, very bad disease.
2. Asthma can kiss my ass. Thankyouverymuch.
3. I don't just want my husband. I NEED him.
4. Line drying should not be used on 40 mph wind days.
5. Finding your underwear in your neighbors trees is awesome. See #4.
Granola and Greens,
HWM
to this:
makes a this:
A FEW THINGS I'VE LEARNED THIS MONTH:
1. Asthma is a horrible, no good, very bad disease.
2. Asthma can kiss my ass. Thankyouverymuch.
3. I don't just want my husband. I NEED him.
4. Line drying should not be used on 40 mph wind days.
5. Finding your underwear in your neighbors trees is awesome. See #4.
Granola and Greens,
HWM
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Hospital time 2011
If I knew how to use my fancy iPhone, I would be able to rock a sweet post with pictures and everything.
But I ain't a very smart one.
Picture this. One flu/cold/asthma attacked little five year old boy. Tied to tubes and bells and whistles. Still smiling. Still playing. Happier than heck to be exposed to an xbox. Ready to be home but making the best of things.
Then there is crazy, psycho mom with guilt, anger, sadness, helplessness, no sleep, no coffee and no exercise. No sunshine either.
But I'm greatful. Because I am blessed.
I am married to a husband. And a daddy. The kind of daddy that takes the night shift. And doesn't sleep on the pull out couch. He crawls in bed with his little boy, to snuggle and soothe.
Thank you.
But I ain't a very smart one.
Picture this. One flu/cold/asthma attacked little five year old boy. Tied to tubes and bells and whistles. Still smiling. Still playing. Happier than heck to be exposed to an xbox. Ready to be home but making the best of things.
Then there is crazy, psycho mom with guilt, anger, sadness, helplessness, no sleep, no coffee and no exercise. No sunshine either.
But I'm greatful. Because I am blessed.
I am married to a husband. And a daddy. The kind of daddy that takes the night shift. And doesn't sleep on the pull out couch. He crawls in bed with his little boy, to snuggle and soothe.
Thank you.
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