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"No, no, no, Mr. Welk, I think you're hearing it wrong. It's "One Toe Over the Line," we swear. The K sound is just to make it sound more, um, crisp." Thanks to Sarah for digging this one up.

I realize my posts have been pretty sporadic lately. But honestly, wasn't Morgan Freeman worth a couple of posts right there? Anyway, one reason is that I'm saving the meager thoughts I have for NaBloPoMo. I did this last year, with questionable results, and am trying it again this year.

Also, I received the beautiful camera that DH gave me for my bday (which is in two days, by the way) and have been snapping pictures left and right. And front and behind. Yesterday I took 7 pictures of the soccer balls on the ground at A's lesson. Each one was taken with a different manual white balance setting, so I could see the difference. My conclusion: The automatic setting works just fine.

Proof

..that Morgan Freeman has always been the coolest cat in the world.

10 Shopping Days Left....

...until my birthday. Here's my wish list (this is really just a way to keep track of digital kits I want to buy, but if it helps someone out, I'm all about helping):

lunasea237's Wish List by lunasea237

Living with a 2-year-old is a little like living in a country where you sort of know the language, but the idioms really throw you, so you only understand about 3/4 of what is being said.

Ben (emphatically): Mama, what are you doing in the heck?!

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Ben: Do you wanna see my rocket blast off super fast?

Mama: Yep. Show me.

Ben: OK, then I need to put on my slippers!

Mama: ???

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Guess what I'm getting for my birthday (which is in 16 days for those keeping track)? This.
It is in route from upstate NY to San Pablo, CA and it is taking FOREVER to get here. I actually ran outside to the UPS truck this afternoon and asked the guy, "Me? Do you have a package for me?" I considered handing the poor Kodak point-and-shoot to A. and having him take a picture of me with the UPS guy. But no - UPS guy couldn't deliver.

I don't think I'm going to get it before this weekend, which is a bummer because we're going here to celebrate my b-day. We went a couple of years ago, B.B. (Before Ben), and it was fun and I love autumn and Halloween is my favorite holiday and pumpkins are my favorite squash, and I CANNOT WAIT. I'm so excited. Oh, and the hotel has a hot tub.

Because I couldn't see their eyes anymore, I finally took the boys to get their hair cut yesterday. Usually this involves driving about 30 miles, across a bridge, finding parking and change for the meter, and $46. It's a great kid-friendly place, but you can see why I put it off.

So I looked up "kid's haircuts" closer to home and found a place called "Little Scissors." With my usual optimism/flakiness, I left the house with both boys but no address or directions. I knew what street it was on and what it was called, and I figured that would be enough.

So I couldn't find it (didn't see that coming, did ya?) and I finally pulled into a florist's parking lot. I ran in and asked if anyone knew where the kid's haircut place called Little Scissors was. An irate customer stopped being irate and stepped aside and told me it was on a different street. Hmmm. OK. I prepared a rant for the owner on changing her business listing on the internet if she moves....

and I follow the lady's directions, and end up at.....wait for it....






Little Ceaser's.

So I run into the dentist's office next door to Little Ceasars and ask them if they knew where the Kid's Haircut Place Called Little Scissors was. They, again, direct me next door to get some pizza. I pantomime cutting hair and try to articulate REALLY CLEARLY - "Little SCISSORS". No, they don't know where it is, but they have a phone book which solves my problems, and the kids can see again.

Note to self: next time, just ask for the &^%$ directions when you make the stupid appointment.

Phrases I Didn't Know He Knew

Ben just gave me some plastic bingo chips, told me they were cake, and cried, "Let's Party!"

2-year-old partying means waving your arms around. Heck, 41-year-old partying means that, too.

I Was Hoping I'd Be Animal

You Are Fozzie Bear

"Wocka! Wocka!" You're the life of the party, and you love making people crack up. If only your routine didn't always bomb! You may find more groans than laughs, but always keep the jokes coming.

The Muppet Personality Test