Okay Okay Enough Already!

Okay, so everyone has been asking for a new blog, so here it goes...

First off, here's a picture of the little dude:



Yep, he's handsome.

Secondly, I'm having LASIK surgery on Thursday! Hooray!
I'm going to Dr. Raban in Johnson City. I'm a little nervous, though. However, everyone has been telling me that there will be Valium involved, so I should be pretty out of it.

Wednesdays

It's "hump-day"-- I can't wait until Saturday.

Christmas Gifts

Okay, so here's a couple of items that you can buy for me for Christmas ("you" know who "you" are...)

A Wok! Preferably a large one with a flat bottom so that it won't roll off the stove top...

http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-1/qid=1189792285/ref=sr_1_1/602-7051394-8541408?ie=UTF8&asin=B000MLTR9W

A new Vera Bradley bag: see this one...

http://www.verabradley.com/Site/Store/ProductDetail.aspx?colorid=10&sku=181%3a10

Crochet Accessories:

http://www.maggiescrochet.com/pages/Supplies/NM072392_crochet_hook_comfort_grips.htm

http://www.maggiescrochet.com/pages/Supplies/NM074074_NM074075_bagsmiths_famous_canvas_project_bags_main.htm

Okay, so that's all I have for now... but that should get you started. Love, Me!

Working Mom

Okay, so I'm sitting here at my desk... lookin' at pictures of the great one (a/k/a Zeke) and I'm missing him something terrible.

Sometimes it's really rotten being a workin' mom.

The Great FOOTBALL TICKET Debacle

So Zach's family has been in possession of season tickets to the UT Football games for going on twelve years... and to be quite honest, I've become a little spoiled with the idea of having our own seats. Well, a couple of weeks ago, my father-in-law casually mentioned to Zach that the life-time donor that we bought our tickets from had developed Alzheimer's during this past year and that his family... the ungrateful little snits... decided that they didn't want the "burden" of having to broker the tickets out any more, so they gave them back to the University.

Let me allow that to sink in for a moment...

THEY GAVE THEM BACK TO THE UNIVERSITY!!!

So, here we are, one week before the season, and NO tickets. I'm sick... I mean, physically sick at my stomach.

We were desperate. We were distraught. We were in deep deep mourning... so much so, that we resorted to manipulation (see photo below).

So, after much wailing and gnashing of teeth, today the heavens opened and the LORD looked down upon us and smiled.

Our new season tickets are now directly across from our old seats... one seat number different... one row different. Basically, the same seats but on the opposite side of the stadium. If you've never been there, you should really check out www.Craigslist.com, and internet site very similar to ebay in nature, but much more crude and down to the nitty gritty. This is where we were able to locate our angel of mercy... in Knoxville none the less! We go pick them up tomorrow evening.

So, what exactly IS a toilet cruiser?

So Zach and I were driving down the interstate the other evening, discussing our fantasy football teams and how we each intended to kick the other ones rear-end, when I started discussing his team name and how lame it just happened to be... "Head Hunters." Ugh, how boring. So, I was suggesting a few awesome names, when I randomly mumbled "Seymour Toilet Cruisers."

What is a toilet cruiser, you might ask? Well, anyone who's ever had a hyper-active infant knows what it refers to... that period of time when your child cannot actually stand up and walk, yet he's just not satisfied with crawling any longer... he simply "cruises" everything... and with "everything" I mean the couch, the railing, the walls, and most humorously, the toilet. There's nothing quite as humorous to me as seeing my small son totter back and forth from one side of the toilet to the other smacking his hands on the lid and laughing in the morning while you're trying to brush your teeth... and to show you just how cute it can be, I've included a photo.

So, now you know what "toilet cruiser" really means and why my blog is named "Toilet Cruiser's Mom"... cause that's what I am, a toilet-cruiser's mom. And yes, I went home after that conversation and changed my own fantasy football team's name to the Seymour Toilet Cruisers.. that's so much more awesome then "Head Hunters."

Do the Hustle!

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