How much are your delicious cakes?

I don't know why this cracks me up so much,

but it does!

I seriously can't stop laughing as I'm typing this!

Thursday while J and I were shopping for groceries 

at Winn-Dixie, we were passing the baked-goods section.

When we got to the last display case, Jeremy says,

"Look at those delicious cakes!"

LMBO!!!

I was laughing at him but managed to ask him what

he was talking about.

He said, "Look at those cakes! They look so

delicious! How much is that delicious cake? I want it!"

The Delicious Cake

I was seriously cracking up! One of the bakery workers 

noticed us drooling on the display case and asked if we

needed any help. I am not kidding you, this is what I said:

"Jeremy...*giggle*...wants to know how much....*giggle*

...your delicious cakes are. *giggle giggle*

We point out which one it is and she tells it's 

$24.99. O_o

I know Jeremy's thinking, "It's worth it, look how delicious

it is!" Seriously, I haven't laughed that hard in ages!

I'm still giggling about it.

We ended up not getting the cake. DUH!

It was way too much. 

But we did stand there and drool over

it and a couple other goodies before we went to the 

checkout with our measly strawberry parfaits.

(Which were mediocre delicious.)

**Jeremy was disappointed**

Delicious cakes....*giggle*.

Sorry for the poor quality of the pics. I only had my phone with me.

It's UN-Necessary...

Life is pretty UN-eventful since 

Christmas is over. But I will re-cap a 

conversation I had with J the other day.

Christmas Day: The "boys" get remote-controlled mini-helicopters for Christmas. They wait until dark to try flying them outside. It has snowed and it is really cold. The boys take Tim's helicopter outside and get it stuck in a pine tree in less than 15 minutes. They can't get it down. J tries climbing they pine tree and scratches the front of his leg pretty badly. It's bleeding all over the place.

Helicopter blinks all night long.

December 26th: J gets the helicopter down by throwing a pine cone at it.

December 28th: The scratch on J's leg looks irritated and red. I try to doctor it up with some peroxide and antibiotic ointment. 

J: (puts on jacket and heads for the door.)My leg is fine. It doesn't need to be cleaned.

Me: (heading towards bathroom to get peroxide, ointment and cotton balls)Please let me at least clean it and put some antibiotic ointment on it. You don't want to get an infection. It looks sore.

Mom: (mockingly quotes old men from western movies that have been shot)"It's just a flesh wound."

J: (returns from a smoke break...aka escaping from me.) I told you it's fine. I don't need you to clean it. I washed it off the other day when it happened. You don't even have any gauze. This is so UN-necessary.

Mom: You don't need any gauze. It needs to breathe. It looks infected.

Me: (kneeling in front of J to clean his scratch) Yeah. It looks infected. I'm just gonna clean it and put this stuff on it. (pouring peroxide on his leg) It's all germy. Look at the bubbles!

J: It would bubble if you put it on the back of my hand too. It's just skin germs.

Me: That's gross. And no it wouldn't.

J: This is so UN-necessary!! Now I'm gonna have to walk around with my pants-leg up....(rolls eyes)

Me: (also rolling eyes) Fine! I hope your leg falls off!(stomping down the hall to put up the peroxide and ointment.)


J: (yelling down the hall) And don't blog about this or whatever it is you do. I don't want everyone to know about it too. Like you blogged about me running into that helicopter and stuff.


Me: (all innocent-like) No I didn't. What are you talking about? 


J: You had to have blogged about it or posted something on Facebook. 'Cuz everyone in my unit knew about that. 'Cuz you told all their wives! 

Me: No I didn't....

Update: J's leg is still red...because I'm pretty sure he rubbed off the ointment later. And he hasn't let me clean it again.

Is it a "man-thing" to pretend to be fine when you've got a bad scratch you're practically dying? And to act like someone is chopping your limbs off one by one you're dying when you only have a cold?

Because I have lots of free time on my hands.....

...I'm going to make one of these...
 

And you're all going to be jealous that my clothes are all folded perfectly and you'll all beg me to make you one and I'll refuse... because I'll be too busy folding all of mine and J's shirts to bother with making you your very own shirt-folding device....

*rolls eyes*

*sigh*.... 

"I don't eat much bread...

...I have to keep my school-girl figger." ~Nana (Mildred McConnell)

My Nana cracks me up. She won't eat biscuits with vegetables and now she's refusing the roll that comes with her meals because she's gotta keep her school-girl "figger". :P She's 87...I guess you've gotta give her her dues. She's a hoot! 

Nana-April 2010

Have you Accepted Jesus?

Ok...Jeremy and I just spent over an hour looking at cabin rentals online via Skype. We booked one and then we started looking at t-shirts...He told me about this hilarious t-shirt site and we laughed forever about them! This one is my favorite:

I know it sounds bad...but it was super-funny to us. It said above the t-shirt, "Have you accepted Jesus' friend request? He's accepted yours." How awesome would it be though, if everyone thought of Jesus as a friend? And could talk to Him as a friend? If this shirt would lead more followers to Jesus and lead them to accepting Him as their savior, I would definitely pay the $25 for it. 

I really hope this doesn't offend anyone. 

Warning: Prepare to Laugh!

and laugh a lot!

Also..these are men and sometimes they act like..well...men! LOL.
But, I know I'm in safe hands. :) 










If you're not laughing, you're not living. :)

Also....I'm wondering when I'll see my Hubby in one of these. :P 

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Today my Mom and I took my sister, Amanda to her doctor appointment @ the hospital. After a regular check-up by the doctor, we headed up to the Labor/Delivery floor so she could have a stress test done. After they got her all hooked up to the monitors and we could hear the baby's heartbeat, the nurse left the room. 

All three of us pulled out our books. (Amanda is reading New Moon by Stephenie Meyer, Mom is reading U is for Undertow by Sue Grafton and I'm reading As I Lay Dying  by William Faulkner--I know, I know..I'm so cultured.)

We all start reading and Mom asks me if I saw the wreath project she printed off from Kraft. I told her I saw it. Amanda says "Shhhh!". We all start giggling. Then I go back to reading my book and Mom keeps talking about the crafty thingy, so I just look at her and Amanda is making the annoyed face that we all do. So Mom finishes what she's saying and Amanda tries to start reading but I keep laughing at the faces she's making. Mom asks her why she doesn't just keep reading, and is it because she's being nosy. Amanda says no, she just can't concentrate while we're talking. So we all start reading again and then we burst out giggling. (It really is hilarious to us.)

Amanda says, "When the nurse walks in, she's going to think this is a library. We should all say 'Shhhhh' when she walks in."

So we start practicing our "Shhhh"-ing. Mom says, "I'm going to be upset with y'all if I'm the only one who does it."

Amanda says something like, "Just my luck I'll have my book down when she comes in." And sure enough, the nurse walks in and Mom says, "Shhhhhhhhhhh..........". 

It was hilarious. It was all I could do to keep from bursting out laughing. Even though I was in a grumpy mood today, they put up with me...(of course there was griping involoved, Amanda is pregnant you know...)and they cracked me up!

We also discussed playing practical jokes on the nurses if we were pregnant...it included beer, narcotics and other crazy stuff I won't mention. Just beware if you're one of our nurses in the future. ;)