Sunday Funnies

If you don't know me all that well, let me fill you in on a little known secret. I heart Donny Osmond.

It started when I was younger and my mom brought home a stack of old records and a record player for our enjoyment after a hot morning of garage sale-ing. (I never do know how to spell that word. Someone fill me in on it.)

This is when I first laid eyes on him. Donny Osmond. Boyish good looks, thick brown hair, and a voice as smooth as butter. Mmmm-hmmm.
My love for Donny has never died through the years. It has only gotten stronger. Trevor has always teased me about Donny Osmond. He rolls his eyes when I bring up his name. He truly thinks it is ridiculous.

Fast forward to last night. I have always wondered what celebrity I look like and so I uploaded a picture of myself to this site that tells you exactly that by scanning facial features.

After I found out that I look like Julianne Moore, I scanned in Trevor's picture. I was just curious.
The results took a few minutes longer than mine had. When they finally popped up on the screen, my eyes almost popped out of my head. I read it again. Then I died laughing. I fell out of my chair laughing so hard. Trevor came in the room wanting to know what was so funny.

I had him read the screen.

It said Trevor's celebrity look alike was DONNY OSMOND!!!!!

Yeah! Uh-huh! I always knew Trevor was a hunk!

Happy birthday baby! One year went by fast!


Official photo shoot there -------------------> Yeah. Click on the link to the right if you haven't already.

We got a new to us, nice wooden filing cabinet about a year or maybe it was two years ago. I let it sit empty thinking we would be moving any time and wouldn't it be easier to move if it were empty. Duh. There really is no logic there. Sometimes my blond streak rears its ugly head.

I really do have a blond streak by the way. It is on the back of my neck. Blond as can be. A few people that have seen it thought I was just doing a test strip of blond to see if I liked it enough to do my whole head. But no, I will not be dying my hair any time soon.

Anyhoo, I have a pile of papers the size of Texas sitting in a box waiting to be filed. Not only that, but I am re-filing every paper that I have previously filed in those flimsy cardboard file boxes you can buy at Office Max. We have two of them filled to the brim.
So I went and looked at paper shredders since our last one died two years ago. I was completely shocked at the price of those dumb things! Holy moses people! $70 for a paper shredder? Really?

Yeah. I totally cheaped out and bought the $25 one. It was either $25 or $70. I had no choice! When I got home Trevor told me to take it back and buy the more expensive one. No way I said, because it was going to work just great.

Dumb. DUMB. Sometimes I am plain ol' dumb.

This thing is a piece o' crap. It got bogged down by an envelope. AN ENVELOPE! I can still take it back right? I am not good at taking things back. I don't do it. I can count less than five times in my whole life I have taken something back.

I have out of control allergies. The annoying thing is not being able to take real medicine that would put me out of my misery since I am still nursing. However, I have just discovered this thing called a netti pot.

Don't know what it is? Maybe you don't really want to know.
Here's how it works. You take a packet of this sinus rinse stuff (sodium chloride & sodium bicarbonate) and mix it with sterile water. Then put it in the netti pot and screw the lid on the top.

Here comes the gross part. While standing over a sink, put the spout up to your nostril and pour into your nostril making sure to keep your mouth open and whatever you do DON'T HOLD YOUR BREATH.

The water will then go in one nostril and out the other. Some water may come out your mouth! I shudder just thinking about it.

Oh, and you probably wanted to know if it worked. I think it helped out a little. If anything, it cleaned out my nose and I could breath very well afterward.

Grossed out now? LOL! That was my plan!

Happy Birthday Logan My Logan!

I am now the proud mother of a five year old!! Wowee! That sounds weird.

Here is the cute little guy at birth.

One year old.
Two years old.

Three years old.
Don't ask where the four year old pictures are. Sore spot. BACK UP YOUR FILES PEOPLE!

Five years old.



What a nice brother to give his sister a turn at blowing out the candles.Don't judge my cake. I am not gifted in the decorating department.

Happy Birthday Logan! We love you!