Rambo's Rampages...

Happy Veterans Day!! picture courtesy of www.deviantart.com Thank you to all who serve and have served for our country, for my freedom!   picture courtesy of www.insiderpassport.com To every soldier in every war and battle - Thank you. pictures courtesy of youthedesigner.com, onlinecnnnews.com, and vfw.org respectively To the willing, the brave, our heroes... pictures courtesy of photos.mlive.com and photos 8.com To those who sacrificed... to the fallen. Today we honor you. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 99th post!! Be looking for the 100th later today!! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

....er....something like that.  Theodore had his 9 month visit today. Only about 2 months too late. He came in at 26" long and 18 pounds 3 ounces. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, he is short. Like way short. Like short enough that we now have another specialist added to our already semi-long list of specialists. Endocrinology is now something we will be becoming familiar with. We'll see how that goes. Although, honestly, I'm not expecting much other than what we normally get: "Well, I just don't know what's going on." but I'm hoping for more.  The next specialist involves adult content. Parental discretion is advised.  So.... hmmmm.... how do I say this? Theodore is hiding his jewels. Well, one of them anyway. In fact, he's hiding it so well his doctor actually said "I really can't find it." So it appears a treasure hunt is in the near future for Rambo. Urology: check. That leaves us with podiatry and..... well, that...

Indulge myself, that is. **Looking from side to side questioningly to see if anyone actually paid attention to that or if I got away with it.** But tonight I am going to. I am going to *gasp* post a recipe. Because I want to. There will sadly be no pictures involved because my family and I scarfed it all down (with the exception of Emma who we basically had to force feed) before I even thought to get one . My inspiration for this meal came from my dear friend Ashley who wrote a post titled  Embrace the Fishsticks  (funny and witty she is says I). So tonight as I was looking for another dinner to be made by 4:30pm because Ben is on night shift, I  remembered her post. "Ah ha!" I thought. Of course, then I realized that I had neither mac and cheese nor fish sticks. BUT I did have applesauce (glory be!) and some salmon fillets. And really, who can have fish sticks without applesauce??  I know that you have all been on the edge of your seats so without further ado:...

"Gimme a kiss. Gimme a kiss." Those words proceeded out of my mouth this morning directed towards Rambo. No big deal, right? Well, that would be true if I wasn't actually expecting him to understand and respond by giving me a kiss. It's like I had a momentary lapse of sense. I'm sitting there face to face asking him to give me kisses and waiting for him to pucker up, lean forward and plant one on me. I might as well have asked him to go feed the cats. It actually makes me laugh. Not in a pitiful or sad way but in a truly funny what-was-I-thinking way. Do I expect him to understand one day? Absolutely. And at the moment he is making amazing strides. But for one brief moment I really saw him as a 'normal' baby. And then was smacked in the face by the reality of his goofy sublime wonderful grin and the look of mommy-i-have-no-idea-what-you're-saying-but-you-make-me-laugh on his face. I love that little boy. I realized again today how literally kids ta...

I know I've done several posts today but this is the last one. I promise. I was just noticing that this is post #95 for me. Yay!! So I have an idea. On the 100th post I am going to have a giveaway. Holler!! So you all need to give Rambo your support and tell him how much you love him (and me by proxy, of course). And one of you will get something special. I'm still trying to decide between a Shoney's gift card or a piece of American cheese I will send you in the mail.  It will be better than that, of course!! And I'll be sure to let you know on my 100th post what it is.  Here are the rules: 1) At least 25 people have to comment. Come on! You can do it! 2) You have to use one of the following phrases in a sentence: short stack, genetically questionable, or tubage tubage everywhere. 3) Leave your name, email, and website (if you have one) So get those minds thinking and be looking for my 100th post!

Milk and butter and eggs and cheese Straight from the farm to you. If you don't own a cow call Cloverland now. North-nine-two-two-two-two. I hope that sounds familiar to someone else. I couldn't have had the only dad in the entire universe who would sing that song anytime any of the above foods were mentioned. This is what I am referring to when I say that I am a product of my environment. Usually these little diddies were made up and could be about anything: pancakes, shoes, going to bed, having a headache.... The point is there was always a song being sung about something in my house. And it was usually coming from my dad. Not so anymore. Now they're coming from me. And Ben too if we're being honest. I don't know if Ben's parents went around making up songs when he was young. (I do, however, know that they listened to some bad  interesting music. 'Acapella', anyone??? :)) The point is that this habit of singing little diddies is strong a...

    Things I Don't Understand: Episode 3 1) "Poking" on Facebook 2)  What the point of mosquitos is.... 3) Cats 4) Chain emails 5) HTML stuff- although, I'm trying..... So grab a button and tell me the things that you don't understand!  [a href="http://www.rambosrampages.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" src="http://i1112.photobucket.com/albums/k487/tooguccicute/TIDU.jpg"/></a> *Here's hoping this works because I've never actually done the whole button thing before. And, referencing #5 above, this is really way over my head.