Sometimes I wonder about stupid shit. Usually this happens while I'm at work and have, you know, important shit that I should be wondering about. When something particularly stupid is plaguing my overtaxed brain, I usually call my Mom and tell her all about it. Because that's what moms are for if you ask me.
I called her up this morning to ask her a question that I just HAD to know the answer to before being able to update my group reservation files.
Her answer was...
Jim Bob
Mary Ellen
Erin
Elizabeth
Ben
Jason
_________ (I'm leaving this one out because it will TOTALLY give it away)
Any idea what my question was?
We're hanging in there. Sleep deprived as ever. Visitors coming out the wazoo. Baby cuteness everywhere. Don't believe me? Here's proof:
And also?
Okay. I'm going to go throw up now.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Who Needs Google?
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12 Leg Humps:
What were the Walton's kids' names?
And um...John Boy
Ding ding ding!!! We have a winner!
:-)
Darn I totally knew that one! are you really back from your maternity leave already? also how is the hotel business we are thinking of moving to a resort town and I am thinking it maybe a good fit.
Dammit, I knew that one.
Keeeeeyute bebe!
Knew that!!!
And OMG - Daddy doesn't like that baby very much, does he?
Oh man - I haven't seen an episode of the Walton's in soooo long. Little Zee is just adorable in those glasses!
I hated it when Elizabeth grew up and started having a life of her own! And I always thought the Dad bore an uncanny resemblance to my own Dad! Wow, That is an extreme case of baby cuteness you have there! Sunglasses indoors? She's obviously going to grow up to be a star!
Glad everything's going well with the new Zube.
I was right..The Waltons kids!
That last photo put a lump in my throat. Lovely.
Ohmy. I have a pic almost like that of my son and my husband, just a touch older than her. It is my absolute favorite one, almost three and a half years later. Very tender. And a belated happy first father's day to Papa Zube!
41. The day before Little Zee was born, I bought a pumpkin pie because it was Thanksgiving on the Sopranos and they were eating one. I wanted one, too. I headed out 10 minutes before the grocery store closed and brought my prized pregnancy craving home. I was dismayed to find that it had to bake for 70 minutes and cool for two hours. I decided to make it the next day.
42. The next day, I had a baby. On the way to the hospital at 4AM, I wondered to Zube Boy if I would still want that pumpkin pie when I wasn't pregnant anymore.
43. When we came home from the hospital, Zube Boy had made the pumpkin pie. It was indeed yummy.
The night before my mother had me, she got a craving for a chocolate cake. She baked it from scratch and by the time it was done, she was too exhausted to eat it and decided to save it for the next day. She ended up having me and staying for days for her rhogam shot, and the cake had gone bad.
Every year when I was little, she'd tell me that story and she and I would bake a chocolate cake the night before my birthday. I loved that tradition. Maybe you and Zee could do something with Pumpkin Pie when she gets older.
Just thought I'd share the parallel.
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