How I Accidentally Met Lu Hao

IT. IS. AMAZING. What you can learn about on accident. So here I was just googling around and I typed in luau in attempts to get some WAY TO IN ADVANCE ideas for my son’s second birthday, and I accidentally got routed to Lu Hao. Now I fancy myself to be a pretty good typer (typist?), but I can admit that it was probably based on a mistype, and not google (love you google) working incorrectly. I can be the bigger person. ANYWAYS. Up pops all this junk about Lu Hao, which if you enter it in your search engine, which I know that you will now, you will see that Lu Hao is a person. Now in most cases I would immediately just retype what I meant to search for and go about my business, but Continue reading

My Little Superman

So today I feel like crap. To be completely honest, since that is what this is about, I am on my period and cranky. Yes I’m the “stereotypical woman” that t.v shows make fun of, and men assume all women are like. I get headaches, I get pissed, bloated, nauseous, I swear I’m basically the t.v commercial for Midol.

ANYWAYS. Hopefully this will be my last for the next two years. Yes I said two years. With 9 months of pregnancy and 14 months of nursing, hopefully in my future, I will be able to say good bye to the tampons and pads to replace them with food, sympathy, and baby clothes shopping.

So now that I’ve lost all my readers that are men, my point of today’s blog was to: Continue reading

Sign Language (also video)

*My Uncle Dan, one of  the loveliest men I’ve even known.*

As you all know, or at least some of you know, if you follow my blog–one of my favorite uncles passed away a few days ago unexpectedly. He had been having problems with his lungs, and had tests and procedures done to rule out things, and was given basically the ok that he would be…ok. He ended up passing from a heart attack. How terribly unfair….I’ve never been good at processing death, or really any type of sadness for that matter. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a very passionate person. Anger I can express really well, just ask my husband…but when it comes to sadness, I just don’t know how to do it. Continue reading