Cuz if it does, then I guess I can say that Lily-bear actually ate dinner tonight. That is of course, only if you count the afore mentioned picture as actual food.
See, I have a serious aversion to this mass of coagulated food additives and flavorings. I for one, don't consider it to be real food. However, after over a week of hearing "I'm hungy I'm hungy" at least 4,558 times per day, even though proper meals were offered at every meal, plus snacks...I broke down. Or rather, Daddy broke down and went to the store and bought 6 boxes of this stuff that cooks in 7 minutes and only very slightly resembles pasta with cheese sauce. Finally, silence....oh, beautiful silence. And all it took was a single $0.50 box of food not exactly fit for a princess.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Does this look like food to you?
Posted by Goob at 8:50 PM 5 comments
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Stripper Pole Sunday
Its Sunday, and I can't wait to get to church and see the parade of denim or khaki ankle length skirts accompanied by stripper shoes. Its great.
disclaimer: I will admit, MY ward is not really following this trend, we are much too hip and fashionable, or is it sensible?
Posted by Goob at 7:58 AM 10 comments
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Take a Look at This
http://www.catholicvote.com/
My mother NEVER sends forwards, I mean NEVER-EVER. So when I saw this link in a forwarded e-mail from her, I figured there was a good reason why she forwarded this e-mail. So check this out. It is produced by a faith based organization other than my own, but I absolutely, positively agree with this message and hope you will share it with others.
Posted by Goob at 7:40 AM 6 comments
Monday, September 22, 2008
She's FLABULOUS~!
"Don't worry, the fat pig will do fine
thanks to this flabbo-dynamic spandex
bodysuit I've designed. "-Professor Farnsworth, Futurama
Sought after for its sleek sillouhette and heart pounding, death-defying limbo trick enabling stunt protection; the flabbo-dynamic spandex bodysuit has yet to be found in any department store nearby, and I NEEEEEED one. I do, really I do, or maybe I don't. Maybe I just need to invest in a healthy diet and regular exercise. Everybody says, "you have 4 kids, you look great"..um, I'm OBESE with a capital O ( and a Capital B,E,S and E) True, we're not talking morbid obesity...yet...but I am actually, technically, medically OBESE. And I'm afraid that even the flabbo-dynamic suit would not be able to draw in the rolls to a satisfactory degree without me first losing 30 lbs...which really ought to be followed by a second 30 lbs. ( and most likely WILL be followed by that second 30, but I need a mid-point goal so as not to paralyze myself with fear of failure before I even get started.)
So here's my plan. Its SBD and interval walking, plus pilates. I started Monday night with the diet. Walking got postponed when I realized that both tires on the stroller had gone flat since Friday, so I need to get those taken care of, then, its off to exercise land. Which, by the way, will deserve a post of its very one one day, as its visually, quite interesting.
Posted by Goob at 10:09 PM 6 comments
This is the way to do it!
Believe it or not, this video is technically from my grandmother's funeral. Her instructions were to have a Celebration of Life, and celebrate we did. I think we started a new tradition. I never want to go to a traditional funeral again, and when its my turn, I hope my family celebrates the way we did this weekend.
Posted by Goob at 9:35 PM 6 comments
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
The Perspective Gun

Coveted by Disgruntled Galactic Housewives everywhere...Can I have one of these?
Seriously, what would it be like to be able to point and shoot and be instantly understood?
Me-Is there a special reason why you'd like your pants on the floor instead of the dresser?
Him-Yeah, because that's where I want them
Me-Are they dirty or clean?
Him-Neither
Me-I don't understand
Him-hmmph
Now, lets try this again with a perspective gun!
Me-Is there a special reason why you'd like your pants on the floor instead of in the dresser?
Him-I'm sorry, I know when I put my pants on the floor instead of in the dresser or the hamper that it makes you feel like I think its YOUR job to clean up after me. And, while I do unfairly expect you to do such meanial chores, I do in-fact appreciate it when you do those small things for me.
Me-Are they dirty or clean?
Him-A Valid question my dear. I did wear them, but they did not become soiled in the process, and so, in an effort to save you from unnecessarily having to wash an additional garment, I have opted to wear them one more time before I add them to the laundry. Would you prefer I put them in the dresser?
Me-Yes, thank you, that would be lovely.
Awwwwww, I want a perspective gun!
Posted by Goob at 7:11 AM 6 comments