Superb Ice...

Yeah, I know, I've been gone for a bit.

A bit meaning 10 days. I DO have some good excuses though.

We finished packing up all our belongings (junk) and moved into our first house. Goodbye to nine years of apartments! We are thrilled to have such luxuries as a backyard (full of dirt and weeds, but I'm NOT complaining!), a garage to park our car in (we could finally fit it in amongst all the junk yesterday), and an ice and water dispenser in the fridge.

Seriously, the ice is a HUGE deal for me. I'm easy to please. I feel spoiled because I don't have to fill those annoying little trays with water to make ice. I usually would end up spilling half the water out of the trays anyways. So, I've been drinking a decaf iced vanilla latte this morning, and can I say, the ice is SUPERB.

See? Easy to please.

Bubbalu has been adjusting rather well. He's sleeping well, which I am certain is because of the endless running around he does, exploring every nook and cranny in our home.

How is everyone else? Any new news? I haven't been surfing the blogisphere lately, but WILL return soon...I promise.

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Hello Cat, You May Now Exit The Bag...

Wanna know why I've been a slacker housekeeper, wife, friend, blogger and Mama lately?

Here's why:



That line is faint, but it's there! And by the way, the picture is dated 4-30-08, and we are eleven weeks along already.

Turns out blogging suffers a bit when you need a daily nap and spend all your awake time on the couch. Actually, almost everything in your life suffers a bit.

Bubbalu's been thrilled having Mama so close by all the time. I lay on the couch, he drives cars on my face. It's a good compromise.

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Cougar Bait...

My husband had been a teaching assistant in dental school this past year. He enjoyed working with the younger classes, helping them learn and develop their dental skills.

The last week of school they announced a 'Wear your favorite T-Shirt to Class' day that Lance participated in.

He came home and said that he was made fun of the entire day, with fellow students pointing and laughing at him. Apparently I am out of the slang loop, as his shirt was this one:

Now, I have never been one to be verbally trendy. I still say "cool" and "awesome" which I am pretty sure hit their peak 10 years ago.

So, anywho...a cougar is described in urbandictionary.com as :

• A woman from approximately age 45 and up that particularly prefers and attempts to attract young attractive males of a considerable age younger than herself.

Obviously, Lance did not know that. He readily admits he is afraid of real, live ANIMAL cougars...after a particularly scary hunting experience when he was younger.

Apparently, he now needs to be afraid of a whole new breed of cougar, as his shirt was blatantly inviting older women to hit on him. Good thing someone let him (us!) in on the real meaning.

The really funny thing about this? Lance's 14 year old brother has the same shirt. Should I tell him the real meaning?

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