Jazzy Tortilla, anyone?

Jazzy doesn't think it's fun or funny to be a tortilla.

nonsense and bangos- also known as BANJOS...

I told Eric we needed to have kids one way or the other so I can blog about them because my blog is lame. And I want to keep you entertained. Okay. So, I didn't say this, but I thought it! I blog about toast. TOAST. I actually just thought I'd have to keep this blog filled with my nonsense for a few months till we were able to bring home our daughter from China. This is a great outlet for me, though, so I will continue to search for funny things to tell you!
Okay, so we don't have cable. We get 9 channels but stick primarily to 3 of them. When you have only a few channels, you watch just about anything. Case and point: Farmer wants a wife on the CW. I have to admit that I've watched snippits the last few weeks and was excited to see who he picked. Oh, you're curious too? It wasn't the New York girl with spice that I dug, but the girl from Texas who looked like she belonged there on the farm. Eric and I decided that we couldn't live in the country with no Publix around the corner. How do you live with no Publix around the corner?! We do have a country band complete with banJo (Thanks, Sarah!) that play in the parking lot of our Tastee Twist Ice Cream Shop every Friday night, so that makes us a little country here, right?

Anyone have a reasonable explaination?

Trax gets a rawhide chew every night while we watch TV. He doesn't always finish them but still whines the most annoying whine until he's given a new one. I looked down one night to see this:

Does anyone think this is peculiar? Do you think the triangle has any significance? Is Trax showing us he now knows his shapes?

It's that time again.

In Just about 2 months, on August 20, 2008, we will have been waiting exactly a year for our sweet child from China. We will be renewing our fingerprints in the next few weeks and then will be following up with the renewing of the other stuff. I say other stuff because I don't know exactly what needs to be done. My agency lady calls, gives me directions, and I do it. I also don't want to think about it. Thinking about the amount of paperwork gives me heartburn and almost gives me a panic attack. did I say almost? I look at people who are adopting again and going thru the paperwork and want to yell, "YOU AMAZE ME!" I really do! But, it will be worth it, and I pray to God that nothing will stand in the way of us being able to bring home the child He has for us to love and raise.
I think adoption's amazing. I do. I am thankful that we have this opportunity, so I will stop whining about waiting and paperwork... for now. In a few months when the "other stuff" needs renewing, you may hear me whining again!

It's not rocket science

Note to self:

Move face out of car doors way BEFORE opening.


Thankfully, we had ice from our morning cokes so I think that kept the black and blue to a minimum.
This looks much better than the black eye of 2000. I was with a bunch of friends in a park by our college and I jumped off a cliff and slammed my eye into my knee. I had a guy at the bank offer to "take care of the guy who did it"!

Please. someone throw me in a pool.

My title has nothing to do with what I planned to post but after being outside for 10 minutes, I'm a sweaty, stinky mess. Eric's trimming/edging and mowing. So my duty is to go out with ice cold water and hydrate him every 10-15 minutes. I guess I can handle that!
This week's okay. I've really been stressed with work to the point of dreaming about what I need to do. Trax has his rash back again. The doctors said I have to give it one more week on the strong bug meds to make sure it's not a flea allergy and then they will test him for allergies. Because that's what my hyper dog needs: allergies. awesome! Speaking of hyper, we ran out of his medication on Tuesday night and made the brilliant decision that he'd be fine till today. Obviously, we didn't remember the pictures from a few posts ago. He received his pill at 12:34 pm today and he is laying in a state of peaceful bliss on the sofa. Or I should say he's laying on the sofa and I am in a state of peaceful bliss.



This is the toast I ate today.

This is what toast is supposed to look like.

Eric and I go grocery shopping together and I try to be so careful with making sure the bag with the bread is on top near the front of the cart closest to the handle. I am usually putting my purse in the front seat while Eric starts putting groceries away. I soon ask where the bread is which causes Eric to stop, think, then point into the almost full trunk and say, "I think it's in there."
Now you know why my toast looks like it does.
From Now on, I'm going to try to remember to carry out the bread with me and my purse. Man, I am glad we don't get eggs often!

When we were walking thru the ice cream isle, this sweet older lady was searching for ice cream for herself. I thought that it would be great to show her new single serving ice creams like these:

I put the water bottle there so you can picture just how small they really are.
She looked at me, at the tiny ice cream, then at me again and said " if I came to your house and you served me that, I am sure I would never go to your house again!"

my hair is not short and blonde

I was suckered by an add that said that I could dye my hair in only 10 minutes and the !NEW! comb would make it easier.
I am mailing out my letter of complaint soon.
Anyways, it's black, fading to brown. It was a beautiful chocolate brown on the box. On the box. Eric says it looks good but we've been married long enough that he knows better than to say anything different. The real issue is not the color but the fact that I should not add more chemicals to my sad, struggling hair. The last time I got it trimmed a few months back, the lady said my hair was breaking in the middle~ almost like I kept it in ponytails all the time. She said the stress of life wreaks havoc on your hair and that I shouldn't color it. That was 2 colorings ago. oops. But those girls on the boxes make me want to be just like them!
Enough on that.


Those are the closet doors in the hallway. We had some "new" friends come over and they said "your house is really nice, but what's up with your 1/2 mirrored closet doors?" We told them that our realtor said the previous owner had a cuff fetish. um, okay. um. Can anybody else come up with a better reason? I left those mirrors on after my attempt to take the ones off in our room left me with glass punctures. We threw the ones from our room out and bought new one about 2 years later. Procrastination. It's a thing we do well in our house!
While you're looking at that picture, I just want to recommend buying solid doors instead of the slats. They may look nice, but unless you have a very thorough cleaning lady, I'd suggest something a little easier to maintain! Look, I just gave ADVISE!
wow, this blog may take a turn yet...
I'll try to see if I can come up with another bit of advise for you later this week... stay tuned!