I would like to set some criteria for letting someone cut in front of me while driving. Really, before allowing someone in, I’d like to sit down for a short interview with them.

I need to know if they will sit for 5 seconds or more at a green light before deciding to finally move. I can only have quick movers in front of me. None of this putting the car in neutral to alleviate the need to keep ones foot on the clutch. When they finally realize that the light is green they start to rev the engine and realize that it’s in neutral. They then have to take the time to put it into first gear before being able to move. By this time the light is yellow. I can have none of this! (Sadly I am married to someone like this.)

I also need to be assured that they won’t be talking on their cell phone any of the driving in front of me time. I can have no cell phone talking!

I may also have to take a quick survey of their vehicle. Do they have annoying bumper stickers? Do their brake and turn signals work? I need proper warning if they will be slamming on their brakes. Do they have a ridiculously loud sub woofer? I cannot have someone?s stupid bass interfering with the music I am listening to.

Size does matter. If they are a gigantic land yacht, there is no way. I must be able to see over them from my little Honda Civic.

Finally and most importantly, I need to determine whether they are capable of turning on and off their turn signal. Nothing is worse than someone who switches lanes with out signaling. Alternately, just as bad, is someone who leaves their signal on. How can you not hear the little click, click, click? Honestly!

After having met all these requirements, I will allow you to cut in front of me. Unless of course you’re a semi and you just force your way in, using your size to be a bully and not caring if my family is in the car that you almost squished!

Today is Honor?s 9 month birthday. I can?t believe he is so old. It seems like Eden’s first 9 months took twice as long as his have. He crawls really well, he pulls himself up on everything, including his favorite thing, the toilet. He has just started to walk around the furniture. He waves bye-bye and says ?ba ba? while waving. He can pick up the cheerios with his thumb and forefinger but is REALLY good and throwing them all over the house. The vacuum bag contains almost exclusively cheerios.

And he has earned a new nick name. Destruct-o-con. While the squirm is still fitting, even more than ever. Destruct-o-con is just more fitting, as my house will attest to. It showed last night and by noon today, you?d never have a clue that it was sparkling clean. None at all.

Oh, well, I love the little destroyer. The cuteness makes up for the cheerio messes.

Go ahead, try it. Search google. Type in “booger picking” Who do you see in the #2 spot? That’s right, you can say it, I am the queen!!!

My sister will be jealous as she has been the booger picking queen for quite some time. Many an old person in this town has seen my sister pick her boogers while waiting at a red light. Many a wall, in her younger years, has been smeared with her viscous, green goo. I’m sorry dear sister, you have lost your title. After all, I come up #2 on google for booger picking. What can I say?

We went swimming the other day. The kids had a great time although Eden is quite afraid of the water.

Honor on the other hand LOVES the water.

Sadly, it was past his nap time and he got a little grouchy.

Eden and Madison had tons of fun together.

They would throw the little squirty toys in the water and then Madison would retrieve them.

It made me a little nervous, I was sure Eden was going to fall in and further her fear of the water, but it all turned out fine. No one got sun burned and and no one got dunked. It was sure a lot of work for the mommy though.

If there is anyone out there who actually reads this, I apologize for being so lax in my posting. All I have to say is that Qwest is not my favorite phone company right now. Their “spirit of service” may need an exorcist!
I called to order our new DSL modem and they transfered me over to repair. I waited on hold for like 15 minutes. The repair lady hounded me about what was wrong with our modem. I told her that it died and I want a new one. She said, “Well, we just don’t send new ones out.” And I asked why I can’t just buy a new one. Turns out that I needed to talk to the ORIGINAL PERSON I TALKED TO before I waited on hold for FIFTEEN MINUTES!!!
So when I got back to him, he told me that they only lease modems out to new customers, not exsisting ones who have been paying $88 a month for the last two years. By that time, I was too mad to want to give them anymore of my business that I just told him to forget it and that I would buy a modem from someone else.

Unfortunatly, a modem would cost more from someone else, so I’m sadly off to bite the bullet and call the stupid Qwest guy back.

On Friday, our DSL modem went down, so I am suffering through posting this on dial up. Dial up is so awful, I don’t know how anyone does it. It’s pure torture. On top of having to use dial up, I also have to surf from the kitchen at Eden’s little table because there is no phone line by my computer. Feel my pain as I suffer.

Today I told Eden to tell Jim “happy fathers day.” She was telling him happy fathers day and then she told me happy fathers day. I think that she doesn’t know what “father” means, so I told her that it is happy daddys day and she said “No, it’s happy Edens day.”

She is so funny.

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check out these cool purses made out of duct tape, amazing!

I have finished some new projects which I posted on the projects page. Here is a pic of the bag I made for Eden. I really enjoyed making it, it was so simple and it only took me one day! If you’re interested in directions on how to make it, email me and I can try and tell you how I did it!

rockin’ record cuffs!

beer can cuffs
at $80 a pop, don’t expect me to be sporting one!

Yesterday Eden sat on the potty with out even telling me. She just came to me and said, “Mommy, I go poo poo.” I was so proud.
Today (the day she woke up at 5:30 am) she discovered that she can take a coloring book and a crayon in there with her. If she had a snack and a little something to drink, I don’t see why she should get off the potty at all!

Speaking of loving the potty, it’s Honor’s new favorite thing. He crawls in there, pulls himself up on her little potty and just does some little dance. The pee pee tango or something. We’re always pulling him out of the bathroom. Who knew the toliet could be so facinating?