Me: "Manwich does NOT come with meat!"
Justin: "Yes it does."
Me: "No! It doesn't! You buy the meat and brown it and add the sauce. Manwich is the sauce! It does not come with meat!"
Justin: "Then why would it be called Manwich? If it didn't come with meat, it would be called Girlywich."
Showing posts with label Just for Fun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Just for Fun. Show all posts
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Lesson for Today
Never, ever, EVER accidentally not press hard enough on your $7 crappy Wal Mart diaper pail that was probably designed by drunk monkeys because the latch, well...DOESN'T...and end up leaving the lid open after your baby starts eating solids.
NEVER.
EVER.
NEVER.
EVER.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Cucumbers
"Sometimes cucumbers can enjoy the pickle they're in, but only when they relish it."
~ Justin
~ Justin
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Baby and Doggies
Monday, July 14, 2008
Bragging on Justin Again
He's just so talented! He doesn't know I'm blogging this one, and he probably wouldn't approve because it's "not finished," but the main part is done. It's just so hilarious I had to share it!! It's called "Productivity."

Saturday, July 12, 2008
My Husband is Awesome
Justin is signing up to be an illustrator with iStockPhoto, a cheap stock site where he can submit illustrations for download. I just had to brag on him a bit, he created an image today for his application and I thought it was just hilarious.
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Monday, July 7, 2008
Where is it? I have no idea.
Justin, while holding a can of beans and twisting his hands: "Where's the scrapey-McOpener-pop thingy?"
Me: [staring]"...the can opener?"
Justin: "Yeah."
Me: [staring]"...the can opener?"
Justin: "Yeah."
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Ari's First Laugh
Ariana has laughed before. After much work and tickling, I can usually coax a few giggles out of her. Today, however, Ariana was in my arms, getting tired and about ready to go down for a nap. This was, however, before she noticed Toby lying on the floor. She watched him for a few minutes, he just lying there, occasionally letting his limp tail whack the floor. But when he moved - oh when he moved - she went INSANE. She laughed SO HARD I thought she was going to break something. She giggled and cooed and chortled hysterically at him for about 10 minutes. I managed to catch a bit of it on this video. I'm really looking forward to more of this laugh!!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
You've Won!
Okay, so 1 in 6 ain't horrible odds, but I do like winning things. Especially when those "things" involve Dr. Pepper. So when I picked up a 2 liter of the goo for a party I noted the "1 in 6 wins!" on the bottle and decided that, this time, I would actually take the time to enter the stupid code on the stupid internet, thereby signing myself up for a lifetime of ridiculous spam, to see if I could get my hands on a free bottle of sweet tasting, carbonated liver poison.
After the party, Justin and I gathered around the computer and signed up for our Dr. Pepper membership, which is on a horrible written, cumbersome, GIGANTIC website that nearly ate our computer four times. Then I entered my code. I waited...waited...and YES! Wow! I won! Alright, and now to claim my prize! What greatness would it be? A free small fry with purchase of a franchise? A fountain drink redeemable at 10 convenience stores nationwide? Maybe even a 2 liter?
"Congratulations, Amber, you did it! Claim your WALLPAPER PRIZE now!"
Wait...what?
I won a...a what?!
That's right, folks. 1 in 6 wins ain't gonna cost this company a DIME. Because I am now the privileged recipient of a FREE downloadable advertisement for my computer desktop! What happened to the days when stupid marketing schemes like prizes on a coke meant popping the top and out comes a five dollar bill instead of soothing liquid goodness?!
Oh, well. This is America, right? Maybe next time I'll buy a Coke.
After the party, Justin and I gathered around the computer and signed up for our Dr. Pepper membership, which is on a horrible written, cumbersome, GIGANTIC website that nearly ate our computer four times. Then I entered my code. I waited...waited...and YES! Wow! I won! Alright, and now to claim my prize! What greatness would it be? A free small fry with purchase of a franchise? A fountain drink redeemable at 10 convenience stores nationwide? Maybe even a 2 liter?
"Congratulations, Amber, you did it! Claim your WALLPAPER PRIZE now!"
Wait...what?
I won a...a what?!
That's right, folks. 1 in 6 wins ain't gonna cost this company a DIME. Because I am now the privileged recipient of a FREE downloadable advertisement for my computer desktop! What happened to the days when stupid marketing schemes like prizes on a coke meant popping the top and out comes a five dollar bill instead of soothing liquid goodness?!
Oh, well. This is America, right? Maybe next time I'll buy a Coke.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Dinner's Ready
Today, as I was getting off of work, I was thrilled to get a text message from Justin that said, "Dinner is ready!" Justin's idea of "dinner is ready," apparently, means, "I've boiled three hot dogs and there's bread in the pantry."
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Fedora
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
She sleeps sideways!

I have always slept in my bed sideways. I remember waking up in the morning, even in High School, and my head would be on one side of the bed, my feet draping over the other. Somehow, in my sleep, I determined the best way to lay on the bed was shortways, so I wouldn't quite fit.
Well, it seems my daughter takes after me. :) I've noticed this before but it's so cute I had to share. When she woke up from her nap today, she was exactly perpendicular to the position in which I placed her to sleep. I try my best to keep her right-ways...I turn her, even sleep with my arm on her chest. Nope. Sideways. Almost every time.
So here's my little backwards-babe, taking after her mama (and loving her mobile!) In case you are wondering, yes, that is the Geico gecko on her crib. Don't ask. Or if you must, ask Justin.
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