Why?

I went on Google Analytics and found that there had been 27 visits to this site in the past month. As Juliette would say...why? Yes, she's going through the curious "why" stage right now. Perhaps you enjoy seeing what Daniel looks like if he gained 50 pounds. Perhaps it's wishful thinking that I'd update.

To the 2 or 3 of you still checking in once in a while, I have to say that I'm flattered. I do have to admit that I am funnier in writing than I am in person. I'm guessing you want closure so here it is.

Here are the reasons why I'm ending this blog:

1) Lack of material (things to whine about)... Juliette is actually fun now (knock on wood). She speaks in complete sentences and understands a spoken language or two. In other words, she's showing traits of a human being. Daniel has also prohibited me from talking smack about his dad so there goes some more of my material (just kidding...sort of).

2) Overcommitted... Even though I don't work, it doesn't mean I don't work. I just don't work for money. I volunteered to be on the board of MOPS, but with the economy being bad and everyone's husbands getting laid off, a lot of the moms had to go back to work. Which leads me to wonder why the women can get jobs but the men can't. But that's a whole other topic. Anyhow, with less volunteers in MOPS, I got assigned two positions. The same thing happened in my MOMS Club. Lack of volunteers for the executive board. Some rule said all 45+ of us would have to disband if we didn't fill every position so I filled a position. Then I decided to start an at home tutu business (froufroututu.weebly.com yes this is a shameless plug...go buy a tutu!). I worked feverishly for a month setting up the website and making tutus like a mad woman.

I didn't delete this blog because 1) I can't find the delete button on this thing and 2) I use it as a reminder of why we're not having more kids. Yes, occasionally, Juliette will be extra cute and I'll think that having another one would be okay. Then I read the first part of this blog and come to my senses. I still stand by my idea of publishing the first part of the blog and making teenagers read it as a method of birth control.

Okay, so there you go. Thanks for reading about my misadventures in parenthood. Good night.

Daniel's yearbook pictures

Yearbook pictures

Old Christmas Cards

IMG_0474.CR2, originally uploaded by aliceysun.

I separated my Christmas cards from last year into "reds" and "blues" and made these icosahedrons for the two ornament exchanges I'm attending this year. It was actually very easy to make. I drew glitter gold snowflakes on the red one and glitter blue doves on the blue one since the white parts were a bit plain.

I'm hoping to try a dodecahedron next. My ultimate goal is to be able to make Keplar-Poinsot polyhedra. Who said math couldn't be fun?

If you don't want your Christmas cards after Christmas, send them my way!

Nightmare

Daniel and I both had nightmares last night. I dreamt that I was pregnant and found out 6 months into it. My first thought was that I would have to delete the blog. Daniel's nightmare? That I broke his camera.

One Much

A conversation at Target today as we passed the frozen pizza section:

Juliette: Juju want pizza. (pointing at a California Pizza Kitchen frozen pizza)

me: It's $6 for a pizza. That's too much money. Let's see if we can find one that doesn't cost so much.

(looking at the other frozen pizzas)

Juliette: This pizza one much money. Get pizza, mommy?

Worse than the Chinese telemarketers

Who am I talking about? The GOP. Geez! They just will not stop calling me. Reminding me to vote early every single day. Have you voted yet? Why not? They're starting to sound like my mother with the constant nagging. I think the record was 6 calls in one day. John Cornyn and sometimes his wife call at least once a day. One person even came over to our house while we were having lunch. You know, if they'd be this attentive when I write them a letter about how they should do away with daylight savings time, I might give them the time of day.

McCain and Palin write me emails every once in a while about how much Obama sucks. I don't mind emails as much since it's my junk account.

Does anyone know how to get off a political call list?

Love Pocky or Pretz?

then you'll love Pringles Stix. Seriously, the salty ones taste just like Pretz. The sweet ones taste like undipped Pocky. And get this, you get a box of 10 for about $4 whereas Pocky is $1 for 1 pack. Yes, I am shameless advertising this because 1) we own Proctor and Gamble stock and 2) I get this feeling they're going to discontinue Stix since it's not very popular and I don't want to go back to paying $1 for a pack of Pretz.

So go out and get some Stix. They sell them at Walmart.

Hula Dancer

Here's Juliette in her Halloween costume. She's trying to dance like the hula dancers on jibjab.com where they feature two overweight, hairy men in coconut bras.

How to get rid of a pumpkin

As you know, Juliette picked out this half rotted pumpkin she calls "Nun." The problem now is that Nun is beginning to soften and wrinkle. I can either:

1) Throw him out when Juliette is not paying attention and hope she forgets about him.

2) Tell Juliette I'm throwing him out because he's starting to get stinky, then throw him out.

3) Tell Juliette to throw him out herself.

4) Throw him out and buy a new plastic one similar to him as a replacement.

In any case, Nun has to go. He looks pretty gross.