Cakewrecks...

Okay, I was reading on my friend Ashlee's blog and her friend posted a comment that mentioned this blog. I checked it out and it's the funniest site I've seen in a long time! Many of you have probably seen it before, but if not, it's totally worth checking out. It's a blog dedicated to spotlighting horrible cakes. I was dying! Mitch and I were looking at them and I seriously laughed until I cried! (it's late) You have to read the descriptions under the cakes, the author is seriously clever. I could spend all day looking at these horrible cakes, but these 2 are my personal favorites:

If you need a good laugh, PLEASE visit this site: cakewrecks.blogspot.com

Talking with myself...

First of all, I am offended that no one commented about my fancy peanut butter site! I guess others must not get as excited about peanut butter as I do. In fact, I was showing Mitch my amazing new find and he said "You put that on your blog? You're a nerd!"

Then I did a few more things this weekend to let him know that indeed, he married a nerd. Sometimes I do something that's a little weird-- when I have an important conversation coming up (i.e. speaking with my boss) or if I have recently had an important conversation I go over it in my head... out loud. Okay, I talk to myself. On Saturday I was busily loading our dishwasher and cleaning the kitchen and all of the sudden I look up and Mitch is just standing above me staring at me. He asked who I had been talking to and I had no choice but to fess up that I am crazy and I mumble to myself frequently. He said I may need to get out more!

Then the next day I showed up to church (Mitch was there many hours earlier attending meetings and was saving Marin and me a seat) and sat down next to Mitch. He started looking at my face funny and asked what the bumps were on my face. I rubbed them a little and realized that it was peanut butter from the sandwich I had frantically downed in the car on the way to the church (which is about 3 blocks away). It was smeared all over my cheek! When I told him he just busted up laughing, and then of course pretended to be me eating a gigantic sandwich and fake chewing and smacking his lips.

One of the nice things about being home all day with very little adult interaction is that Marin does not care if I talk to myself or get food all over my face! But I really may have to get out more before I become socially unacceptable!

P.B. Loco!

I found the yummiest food store highlighted in The Reader's Digest (yes, I have been an avid reader of this publication since high school). It is called P.B. loco and they have gourmet peanut butter you can order online! It's not just regular peanut butter, there are all kinds of yummy flavors like white chocolate raspberry and coco banana. I love peanut butter, so if anyone is wondering what to get me for Christmas, please see this site!


P.B. Loco

My Little Joy

I love the way she made me feel the very first time I held her. Her little wrinkled, puffy face with the skiff of flaming red hair was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I love how she thinks I'm the most important person in the world. When I walk in the door, after only being gone a short while, she runs and greets me with a huge smile on her face. I wish that would never change.

I love how she gets so excited over the little things... purple silk flowers, dress-ups, lady-bugs, pudding.

I love to hear her little feet pitter-patter down our wood hallway.

I love how she mixes up "L" sound and "R" sound so we get new words like "sreep", "brankie", and "prayhouse".

I love how she's just a little mischievous and quite a lot stubborn.

I love to watch how she has her daddy wrapped around her little finger.

I love the way her voice gets higher and higher as she gets excited when she's telling a story.

I love to hear her pray.. she has not once in her last 30 prayers left out the phrase "thanks for ogurt" (yogurt)

I love to hear her sing.. mostly made-up songs that make no sense.. but to hear her sing every word to "I am a Child of God" melts my heart.

I had no idea what a little joy was entering my life just 2 1/2 years ago!