Oh how beautiful!

If you are ever need proof humor is the underlying force driving the universe, feel free to recall my sister Shauna. This isn't the first time Shauna has proven the universe/humor theory, but since she's had twins the examples have become more, uh, pronounced. The other day she sent me this e-mail:

"My back was only turned for a second. I heard the bath water running so I ran upstairs to find Ben, fully clothed, in ice cold water having a blast!  I turned to my right and there's Sydney in mama's makeup bag, putting eyeliner on her chin, saying, "Oh how beautiful!"

How beautiful, indeed.

Monte has a dream

Many people dream. Monte does it with flourish. Today he announced, "I had a strange dream last night. I dreamt we were at home, in our house, except the inside of it was covered in ice, like the inside of one of those ice hotels on the travel channel, that nutty people visit. And it was cursed. Our house I mean, was cursed. And the only way to counteract the curse was to cut up cheese and put it on the floor. So in my dream you were shredding cheese and putting it on the floor, and I was scooping it up with a snow shovel, because there was a lot of it. Pretty weird, huh?"

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Monte Ellis, the funniest man alive.

Two tickets to paradise

Twitter and Facebook are dumb. Not all human thought is valuable. Seriously people.

That being said, the one thought running though my brain over and over that I'm going to shout out to the ol' interweb is, "Praise the heavens, 56 degrees in Mid-Missouri in January! I feel like Kate Gosselin with a faithful and involved spouse. Somebody get me a fruity umbrella drink and a fan! I'm all in shirt sleeves and whatnot in January! My coat is unzipped and I'm not wearing gloves of any kind! Can I get an amen?" The midwest, and our lovely state in particular, just weathered (pun intended) ridiculous lows of -9 last week, and some of the time it was so cold I slept in my sweatshirt and jeans. You just can't get completely warm with that going on outside, and when I got my electric bill yesterday, I had to have the smelling salts handy. Baby, that cold snap cost me a small car. But that was then and this is now, and now is GORGEOUS. You wouldn't think 35 and 46 would feel like 68 and 74, but they do right after "this is how cold it is in deep space" negative 9.

If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go outside. In just a sweatshirt, in January. That's right. I said it. Jan. U. Ary. AMEN!

Something wickedly cute this way comes

I'm an advertiser's dream because I'm usually very brand loyal. I like what I like and there are very few times when a substitute will suffice. Sometimes, though, I'm torn. For example, I like Coke AND Pepsi (I know, right?) I've voted for Democrats AND Republicans (and occasionally, Libertarians). I shop Target/Michael's AND Wal-Mart/Hobby Lobby, because T&M have higher end stuff, but W&HL are usually cheaper. Some days you just can't pick one over the other.

That's how I'm beginning to feel about digital scrapbook shops. There's Raspberry Road for all your vintage stuff, Designer Digitals for the basics, and the Sweet Shoppe for adorable kits like Monstrosity from Dani Mogstad, from which came this lovely offering . . .

I suppose we'll just all have to get along, because I can't commit to just one place to shop.

Kristi

PS I decided to scrap this photo because I think mothers tend to keep all the smiling baby pictures and get rid of the less perky ones, when constant perk is more the exception than the rule in small children. Time to get real people! Go forth and scrap the cranky! That is all.