Monday, January 31, 2011
Soledad Mission
Tweet ThisIt's California mission time in fourth grade. Vinny (and Hubby) finished his mission with a few days to spare. Phew!
"Yahoooooo!" shouts Vinny. "My mission is finally finished!"
Note: No Mission Kits were injured in the process of building this mission, but only because I had nothing to with building it.
Except to offer criticism, "are you sure the mission is white? Aren't they kind of orangey?"
For some reason Hubby is diorama-cally opposed to mission kits.
"We spent the same amount of money on the supplies to build the mission, as a mission kit costs," says Hubby proudly.
"So why didn't you just buy a kit?" I ask in amazement.
"I will NOT buy a mission kit!" exclaims Hubby.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
In Loving Memory Chloe Kitty 1995-2011
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Yesterday, Chloe showed me a picture of her Hubby, Shadow Cat, who passed seven years ago. I knew, then, she was ready to go to, whatever resides beyond our world.
She was the best kitty ever. Loving. Smart. Fun. Patient.
I miss her so much. She was my kitty soul mate. Now she is my kitty angel.
When I close my eyes, I see Chloe and Shadow, running through a field, chasing butterflies.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Words With Friends
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Oh Em Gee, Internet! I beat @Virtuallllmom in Words With Friends!
"What is words with friends?" asks a Non-Social Gamer.
Words With Friends is a Scrabble-like, social gaming app, for iPhone, iPod Touch and iPad. The comparable android app is WordFeud. My username is wendysurf for both apps, so hit me up, y'all.
"And why is this victory remarkable? " asks Non-Social Gamer.
Never in my wordiest dreams did I think I would win a match against @Virtuallllmom, since I usually lose to her by two to three HUNDRED points. I am over Noah Webster's Moon.
"Hooooooowuuuuuuuuuullll!"
Friday, January 28, 2011
I Love My Huz
Tweet ThisI just finished taking a shower, and I discovered to this vision of cuddly sweetness. I love my husband.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Don't Touch It!
Tweet This"Mom, is this my hat from when I was a baby?" asks Gio.
"Yes," I say.
"Hey Gio, where did you find that hat?" I ask.
"In here," he says, pointing to a basket of "things to get RID of."


