good grief

Pervs, all of you.

You know who you are!!!

Expiration dates

I bought some hand sanitizer today, which apparently has an expiration date of March 2010. How does hand sanitizer go bad?

Reasons why A-Vo is a rockstar:

1) the aforementioned knowledge of the lyrics to Eye of the Tiger, as well as Rehab and Groove is in the Heart;
2) her propensity for showing me a new dance move by saying, "Look at this jam-out, Mom!"
and 3) upon noticing the rock band playing during church yesterday, asked me for my cell phone so she could hold it up and sway. Seriously. that really happened.

This blog is not a democracy.

So, apparently, Les Stroud won the poll. This is suspicious b/c we all know that Bear Gryllis has the superior survival show, mostly b/c he drinks his own pee and doesn't whine nearly as much. I suspect ballot box tampering. In any case, b/c this is MY blog, I have declared BG the winner. Congrats, old chap!

Existential comics.

A-Vo was "reading" the comics the other day, and this was the conversation 2 mice were having with one another:

We're going to the wedding.
But we're not real!
Why are we going to a wedding if we're not real?
Why are we not real?



Deep, man, totally deep.

Oh snap!

My sister told A-Vo to "put that in your pipe and smoke it!!" yesterday.

A-Vo's response: "Well, put some dirt on it and throw it away!!!"

She also knows the words to "Eye of the Tiger."

3 words: greatest. Mom. Ever!

Updog.

We are attempting to teach A-Vo how to tell jokes. The following are actual excerpts of conversations held with her over the past 2 weeks:

P(arent): A-Vo, you smell like updog!
A: No I don't!

A: You smell like updog.
P: What's updog?
A: I don't know.

P: Knock knock!
A: Who is it?
P: Banana.
A: Which banana?

P: Knock knock.
A: Who is it?
P: Banana.
A: Good one, Mommy!

Back on the grid.

We got wi-fi today. Aww. Yee. You can expect more blog posts now that I don't have to sequester myself in a hole to jump on the Internet.

Updates:
A-Vo is having ear tubes placed and her adenoids removed on Monday.
She starts school after Labor Day.
I'm back to work on the 12th.
L-Vo is a tank. Her next weigh-in is next week. She sleeps through the night, give it up for my girl!!!!
I'm generally splattered with poop, pee, and puke at any given time.