Ok, so I’ve worked hard for this and we bought a canon, just like Cortney told us to. Oh my oh my, am I in loooooooove. I’ll have to start taking a lot of pictures once I figure the thing out. Which should be in about oh, a year or so. ;)
In other things…
Lily’s newest trick is to wave at you and say “See ya” before she slams the door in your face so she can have some alone time. Really, the alone time is so she can get into things she knows she isn’t allowed to get into. For example, the other morning, she was opening her middle drawer on her dresser and she is only allowed to open the bottom one. I don’t want it falling on her, but she doesn’t know that. Anyway, I kept telling her no. She then pushed me out the door, said “See Ya” and then tried to slam the door in my face so she could play her with dresser. I tell ya, that child sometimes… Oh, and she loves to play soccer. She runs around the office kicking her ball.
Oh, Kathryn has a vitamin D deficiency and so she now has to take a huge supplement of the stuff. They aren’t sure if that has been causing all the bones breaking, but they want her to get more of the stuff.
OK, so here it is, another Monday.
Tell me Why you don’t like Mondays.
I don’t like Mondays because I was scrapbooking alllll weekend long and I wasn’t smart enough to take today off to recoup from this crazy weekend!
Did you know that scrapbookers are sometimes a nasty lot? I call them the stay-at-home-mom’s-who-have-nothing-better-to-do-than-be-nasty-because-they-have-no-life-and-they-identify-themselves-to-everything-else-rather-than-who-they-truly-are. And no, I don’t think that all stay at home moms act like this. Just most of the scrapbookers that I run into there.
You don’t like Mondays…
I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. I like to occasionally whine, complain, bitch, whatever you want to call it.
I would love comments as to why you don’t like Mondays. I’m going to do this every Monday. I’m sure I’ll be able to do this one for a while.
Some Reasons why I don’t like Mondays:
- People not using correct spellings. My worst offender of words are (but not limited to): Your & you’re. Their, there & they’re.
- Homeowners waiting until I am forced to send them to collections because they just didn’t believe that I would really do it and then calling me up and complaining that I did it.
- Having to get up and go to work!
you’re your turn.