I Think I'm In Love...

... with this Fantastic Website.

A great commenter left me the link for it and I love it! I have never actually seen a tin type album, so although wedding pictures may be the creme de la creme of black and white photos, tin type albums are the be all and end all of all photos. Love them! Mr. Pretties and I will be having a serious discussion about my birthday present that I still haven't received from him, and how I think a tin type album may possibly make up for it... And what's better? They ship worldwide. Doesn't get much better than that! I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to bid on some marvy old thing only to find the every popular 'Ship with USA only'. Crap. I think this pretty much signifies that it was meant to be, no?

We'll cover abandoned houses tomorrow, okay?

Is It Weird To Hang Pictures Of Random People?...

... Because I'd really like to.

Among other things I have a long standing love affair with old black and white photos. Tin types are even better. Particularly the older old ones of people who aren't smiling. I don't know why, they just appeal to me... Don't look at me like that, you all shouldn't be surprised! I'm one of those 'interesting' people who would buy victorian photo albums at the antique market or on ebay just because they're so appealing. I've curbed the desire thus far, but for how long? Then what what would I do with them all? No doubt Mr. Pretties would be all getting his knickers in a knot about becoming a storage facility for other peoples memories who's families obviously didn't care enough to hang onto them. I personally am okay with that however. I guess we could add that to my list of things I feel sorry for, old abandoned photos with no one to sit with a nice cup of tea and fawn over them regailing in times long past.

So anyways... Mr. Pretties brought home a box of photo albums that belonged to his parents and grandparents. I couldn't have been more thrilled if he'd brought me a bag of money. Srsly. It was like a card board treasure chest to me, I could hardly wait to put the kids down for their nap so I could pile them all on the bed and absorbed their musty marvelousness. Much to my extreme joy there were a couple black and white wedding albums. Big score! Black and white wedding pictures are basically the creme de la creme as far as black and white pictures go. We've decided that the empty wall in our livingroom will be devoted to black and white wedding photos of our parents/grandparents/etc... and we'll set them all up in various black frames. I'm stoked, it'll look pretty fab when it's done. Along with the very exciting find of the wedding photos we also found an album full of photos from the 1930's that don't appear to be family at all. Not only do we have no idea who or where they are, all the descriptions appear to be in french. Yes I am Canadian, no I cannot speak french. Sorry. I know enough to figure out basics like 'This is a picture of my daughter' but other than that I haven't a clue. None of Mr. Pretties family is from Quebec (Or France for that matter) so we have no idea where this very old gold guilded album came from but it's got the best pictures in it! We're suppose to return the albums to Mr. Pretties sister once we're done copying the pictures we want, but I'm thinking I might just forget to put this one in the box... she wont miss it. One picture inparticular in this album is of a nun and a priest sitting on old chairs on an old veranda. It sounds lame, but it just looks so neat! I'm having it blown up I think. Then perhaps I'll print it in sepia and hang it in our kitchen. So like I said, is it odd that I'd want pictures of people we don't know hanging in our house? Probably...

We're picking up 2 for 1 batteries tomorrow so I'll try to take pictures of the pictures (Does that ever actually work?) and post them. Maybe I'm the only one who gets enjoyment from things like that, it's entirely possible. I probably also the only who has saved a dragonfly out of a big puddle, a cicada from my cat, a fly out of our pond, climbed a 6' fence to feed a hobbling cat that looked starving, and debated putting yellow food colouring in the BLP's milk for yellow snack day all in a weeks time. Oh, and last week I saved a squirrel that one of the cats had stunned. Mr. Pretties face was priceless when he came home from work, went to put his coffee on the table on the porch only to discover a squirrel sitting in a cage watching him. Good times. For me. Mr. Pretties wasn't a happy camper, he thinks I'm trying to kill him...

Incase you're not familiar with Cicadas, this is what they look like:

There's just something about them that makes me laugh, they just look so hilarious! They're totally harmless, butt ugly, and make the weird noise in the trees in the summer. My cat likes to catch them because their wings make a weird noise when they fly, making it an excellent cat toy choice!



So if no one reads this blog after this post, I'll totally understand... I might stop reading it too actually...

I'm also a huge lover of old abandoned houses.

But I think that'll be tomorrow's post. I could easily dedicate an entire post to old abandoned houses. Add that to my list of things I feel sorry for too. I'm waiting for Mr. Pretties to win the lotto so that I can buy up all the old houses and renovate them, then turn them into no-kill animal shelters, veterinary clinics and bed and breakfasts'.

Are You Going To Cross The Rainbow Bridge?

...Not that I'm in any hurry to be kicking off or anything, truth be known I have an extremely intense fear of dying. But, if I must, atleast I can look forward to crossing the Rainbow Bridge. By the time I get myself to the pearly gates after crossing said bridge they're going to think Noah's Ark has shown up, then they'll quickly put up the neon flashing 'No Vacancy' sign. Let's just say I've had my share of pets, adoptees, strays, etc... in my rather short life so far. For those of you who aren't familiar with the Rainbow Bridge here's what it's about (Have a tissue handy if you're a wussy like me):

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to the Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

So that's what it's about. It's a great theory, I'm going to go with it. I kind of feel bad though, it says it's only for animals who were particularly close to a human... what about a pet that wasn't? You know, the ones sitting in shelters who end being euthanized for space reason? They didn't get a chance to be close to someone, so where do they go? I guess it's not good enough that I worry about the animals that are alive, now I have to worry about the ones who aren't. Oh the humanity, where does it end?! And why am I such a sucker?! Did I mention a new stray has shown up in our yard? It did. Am I feeding it? Ofcourse I am. Do I plan to bring it in the house? Obviously. Is Mr. Pretties happy? Hells no. But he knew what I was like going into this so he deals. He's even been known to leave food out for the stray while pretending that he didn't. He's a sucker too, he just doesn't like to talk about it. Did I tell you he sat and held Thomas' life less body and cried the night he passed away? He even offered to be the one to stay up with him until he was gone, but I felt that was more my job. He wanted me to wake him up when he had gone though, and he wasn't in bed very long before that happened. So he does have wussy potential. He even thanked me for turning him into a marshmellow (In a really sarcastic kind of way though...).


So why are we back talking about my cats in a kind of depressing way? No particular reason, I've just really been missing them. I actually feel uber guilty about Ralphy and that's hard feeling to shake. Ralphy only needed to be euthanized because we didn't have the $2000 to have his eye removed. That's the only reason. He was an excellent cat who got dealt a crappy pile of cards. Simply because he got his eye scratched his life had to come to an end. All I can fathom is what a waste that was. Such a waste of such a great personality. Now when I saw we didn't have it, I meant we did not have it. Not, we had it, but it was too much to spend on a cat. No. If we'd had it we would have done it in a second, no questions asked. Now don't get me wrong Mr. Pretties and I tried just about everything to get that $2000 for him. Mr. Pretties applied for loans, care credit, Farley's Fund, we phoned animal shelters to see what his survival rate would be there (Nil, they were all full and either wanted to put him on waiting list or would have euthanized him for expense reasons), we contacted 20 local animal rescues and they were all full, didn't want to take on the financial liability, or simply didn't reply. By the time we took Ralphy to his appointment that night we were pretty much hoping for a miracle, that by some wave of good fortune Ralphy would only need a shot of some antibiotics and a patch and everything would be good. We knew it was a long shot, but we had to be sure we explored all avenues for him. I was right, his eye had to be removed asap or the infection that had taken over it would slowly eat away at his brain and kill him, all the while causing him extreme pain. This wasn't what I wanted to hear. At this point the clinic had a 9 month pregnant woman near hysterics and I think they were afraid I was going to go into labour. They said because he was a stray we could take him home and call Animal Control and tell them there was a stray hanging around with a bad eye and they'd pick him up for free and euthanize him. That obviously wasn't the way to go, Ralphy deserved better. I opted to have him euthanized there so that I could stay with him, atleast he knew that someone loved him and that he wasn't alone and scared. I have that atleast. The vets felt bad for us so they covered 75% of the cost of having it done too. He went very quickly, he was gone before the needle was empty. The vet said it was because his body was so infected he likely would have died on his own in a few days. I wrapped him up in his little orange blanket and kissed him good bye. It's hard to believe how much a little orange cat can shatter your heart. I miss him terribly, he was such a presence around here and can never be replaced. I can't wait to meet him on the Rainbow Bridge.

I miss Thomas too, he was a good, loyal companion for a long time, but he had been old and sick for a long time, we knew this was coming. He slept with me on the couch the night before he died and we had some excellent snuggle time, he didn't appear sick at all at that point. The next night I knew without a shadow of doubt that this was our lastnight with our faithful friend, but because we'd spent the money putting Ralphy to sleep we didn't have it to offer the same kindness to Thomas. That really bothers Mr. Pretties and I know he harbours a lot of guilt about that to this day. I slept on the couch again that night and layed Thomas beside me, I stroked his silky long orange fur (Yes Ralphy and Thomas were both Orange. So is Wilma for that matter, we have an orange cat fetish) and finally fell asleep with my hand on his side. I woke up shortly after that a knew he was gone. We spent a fair amount of time saying good bye to him and then cut up his favorite pillow and wrapped him in the case and packed him into a Staples box. We took him to the vets in the morning and had him cremated with Ralphy. We didn't get the ashes back because it was too spendy, if I could I would have in a heart beat. The vet had told me she would make a paw print of Ralphy and they'd call me to pick it up the next week. So when I went to pick it up it was all wrapped fancy in a gift bag with a card, etc... and I noticed the card said 'Ralphy & Thomas' so I took out the tissue paper and saw this:



Even though we hadn't asked they must've unpacked Thomas and did his paw print too. I thought that was the sweetest thing and cried profusely. I didn't think it was possible to have his done so I didn't ask and secretly I'd been really sad about not being able to have it. This was such a great gift, atleast now we'll always have 'something' and that means a lot. I really cherish these things.

I think the moral of this story should be that if you really love you pet, and the thought of losing them over something stupid like a scratched eye makes you break into a sweat, then pet insurance is your new best friend. We hadn't had time to have Ralphy vaccinated, neutered, chipped and insured yet, we had planned to later that month. Later that month was too late for Ralphy and he could have been saved if we'd had insurance. $20 a month could have insured that we would never loose him due to not being able to fund emergency procedures he may need. If you've never read about pet insurance, it's really awesome and a lot of people use it now.

http://www.petsecure.com/
http://www.petcareinsurance.com/
http://www.sheltercare.com/
http://www.vetinsurance.com/

There are tons more, but there are some. I know there are better companies too, ask your vets, they'll have all the pamphlets and the comparisons between companies. I can't stress how worth it is if you can do it. If we'd had it Ralphy would be here instead of spread in some cat garden somewhere with Thomas.

Thanks for reading my depressing post, I hate it when my posts aren't peppy and funny, but I just had to post about this, and show you my sweetheart's little paws. I have Thomas pictures but I can't find them in the 2000 pictures we have unlabeled (other than by number, oy!) on the computer, and the one and only picture we have of Ralphy is on the previous post about this topic.

Does Anyone Else Change Their Kid's Laces Because They Don't Match...

... I do. I think it may be a sickness. It started out as a simple solution to a pesky problem. The BLP's shoe laces were continually untied. I personally don't mind tying them a million times a day but, I thought 'Mudder Geese' (BLP thinks this is her teacher's name...) might not have 10 hours a day to devote to the BLP's unco-operating shoelaces. So I did what any good mom would do and took a trip to Dollarama. Seriously, Dollarama can probably solve most problems in the world. Or, maybe that's just me. Any how... they have these cool packs of shoes laces in different lengths (why?) and patterns. Being the genius I am I figured her old laces were simply defective and that's why they wouldn't stay tied. I decided this after I took an entire evening to bleach her shoes laces so they would look new in her newly bleached Hello Kitty runners. So I threaded a sick pair of super wide neon pink laces with dark neon pink stripes in her shoes instead. They looked sharped. It worked out well because her clothes mostly match with this pink. Great. Until today. And tomorrow. Today we broke out some of the fall clothes since it's been unseasonably cold lately. Fall clothes are blue. Blue does not match neon pink. Does not. So what do I do? I hunt down the old/new again white laces and throw those back in after threading three other patterns through trying to find something that would match. I have an illness. I then proceeded to created a new clippie just to match this outfit because I don't create very many blue/green clippies for some reason. Mr. Pretties gets seriously upset when we're late going places and he sees my glue gun sitting on the counter with a pile of ribbon and some clips. He doesn't think there is any need to have matching accessories. I guess that's why he is the man, he wouldn't cut it as the woman around here.

I also need to come up with a yellow snack for next week, what the hell?! To be perfectly honest this preschool situation is becoming a lot of work... isn't only have two kids at home two days a week supposed to make my life more relaxing? No? Well I guess that explains why it isn't. Tomorrow is wear something red day... umm, hello preschool, we don't own anything red! What does that mean? It means that I either have to make the BLP a red pillow case dress. Okay, I tried to pawn this off on Aunt Pretty because much like my camera my sewing machine hates me. Or I could buy her something, god forbid we simply not participate in red day. In this case we were fortunate and Aunt Pretty picked up the BLP and took her shopping for something red. I personally would have been happy with some red hair things (I have made her some ladybug ones, she will wear them tomorrow, I haven't gotten totally lazy) or a big gawdy red beaded necklace, but Aunt Pretty spoiled her and bought her a whole new red outfit from Gymbo to wear tomorrow. $20 says she comes home covered in paint tomorrow. Atleast with it being red week, it'll only be red paint so we may not even see it...

But to review, I (Read: Aunt Pretty) had to find something red to wear, I have to come up with a creative yellow snack. Yes I could send a banana, but really, that's kind of lame... I'm thinking more like yellow zucchini's, apples dyed with yellow food colouring, apple juice, yellow jello, yellow smarties, a new yellow lunch box and bag, etc... I have to have the whole theme going on. It's part of the illness I was telling you about. In two weeks I have to find something blue for the BLP to take to 'Show and Share'. Need I even say that we don't have anything blue worth taking to show and share? What does that mean? That's right, I'll have to go out and buy something. When does it end?! I'm also going to be one of 'those' moms and volunteer in her classroom once a month, chaperone on the field trips, and am on the social commitee. If you knew me in real life you'd know I'm not really the 'those moms' type so it makes the whole thing kind of funny, but I really want to be involved in things the BLP does so she knows I care ;)


Sorry guys, this post makes the one about my gourd tree look genius, but I only have two kids right now and I felt obligated to post while I could. Sorry, I'll come up with something better for tomorrow. I knew I should have saved the gourd post of today!

The Gourd Tree...

... Today's special edition of two blogs in one day is dedicated to our new gourd tree...

Yes, I know. Gourds grow on a vine, not in a tree. But, my gourd vine is growing in a tree :) A crab apple tree to be exact.

For the last month or so (Perhaps longer, perception of time is diminishing)we've been watching this vine grow. We did not plant this vine, it just sort of showed up one day. We believe it's from last fall when we had all sorts of gourds to show off on the very cute straw bail I made Mr. Pretties haul home in the Buick's trunk last year, which then infested our car with numerous furry ugly-assed spiders. No worries though, I took care of those with a very large can of raid. I felt bad about it, but it had to be done, we can not be taking road trips with Wolfies, sorry. We left the gourds out for the squirrels to eat once we were done with them since my other choice was to throw them in the green bin or try to remember to cart them to Aunt Pretties so she could take them to her friend's to feed to the deer. That sounded like a lot more work than simply leaving them out and waiting for the squirrels to take care of them...

So anyway, we watched as this mystery vine (Okay, it wasn't 100% a mystery, we did know it was either a pumpkin, a cucumber, or some type of squash/gourd) took over the whole garden, the pergola, and then the crab apple tree. It had lovely yellow flowers all over it and looked quite pretty, with just the flowers I was impressed.

Then Saturday as Mr. Pretties and I were enjoying the peace and quiet that only happens when The Pretties are sleeping I noticed that it appeared that the mystery vine had accomplished something over night... upon further inspection I found that it had grown a sweet little yellow gourd with white stripes and a green bottom. Awwww. I then ran back to Mr. Pretties and yelled 'I have given birth! The mystery vine has grown a gourd! It's a gourd tree!' Mr. Pretties replied by rolling his eyes. He doesn't get it. This is a good time to note though that I don't even really like plants, but this tree is too cute for words! I then counted and our gourd tree is in fact growing 10 gourds, all yellow with white stripes and green bottoms. It is so cute.

I'm sort of glad it wasn't a pumpkin vine though, since it's growing in a tree we would have had to build some scaffolding or something to support it up there and I don't think I could have talked Mr. Pretties into that whole ordeal...

Now please note I had to make a big effort to create this post about my gourds... I had to replace the camera batteries twice, removing them from the LLP's rocking horse even, to go outside, in my robe (The neighbours are under the impression I do not get dressed, they however are mistaken, I just like wearing my robe) to take pictures of the wee gourd tree. We're definitely going to keep the seeds from the gourds, and possibly seeds from grocery stores ones to plant again next year, this vine has been a lot of fun!

So there you have it, gourds can grow in trees, and because of this there will be straw bail hauling in Mr. Pretties near future again this year ;)

For Sale: One Of A Kind Buick, Don't Miss Out...

... Yes I think I'll be placing an ad on Kijiji this afternoon ,it will read as follows:
For Sale: Ooak (one of a kind) Buick Park Avenue Ultra, Super Charged. You've never seen anything quite like this particular autmobile, it's not just for anyone.
*Have you ever seen a Buick that can do an uncanny impression of a Dolphin? No? Well, this Buick does the most realistic Dolphin impersonation you've ever heard, you can practically hear the dolphins answering it from Marineland, it's amazing.
*Do you get tired of wandering around the parking lot looking for your black Buick and having trouble distinguishing it from all the other black vehicles? Yes? Well, with this Buick you can say good-bye to that problem! This Buick is all black, with the exception of a matte grey door handle, allowing you to easily tell the difference between your very special Buick, and the less exciting Buicks of others.
*So many cars now a days have those tacky sun roofs, you know, the kind that open and allow an annoying breeze in to mess up your hair, who needs that?! No, no, this Buick has a sky light. Yup, a genuine window in the roof that does not open. It's really quite brilliant. Want to check the weather outside? See if the birds have been crapping on your roof? Simply need to catch up on your sun tanning while you drive? Then you need an original Buick sky light! Feeling kind of gloomy? Don't feel like basking in the sun? No problem, it has a cover and you can just cover it right up and pretend it doesn't exist, problem solved!
*Now as you know most Ooak items have some kind of special marking that marks it as a genuine Ooak item. This Buick is no different! On the passenger door it has what we like to call a 'birth mark' on the bottom right hand corner. Some would simply call it a rusty patch, but that is just not the case! No two rusty patches... I mean 'birth marks' are ever the same, making this an absolute one of a kind, you friends will be green with envy.
*Do you have trouble deciding whether it's time to roll up your window or not? Worry no more! This Buick takes needless worrying right out of your hands, not only does the driver's side window go up and down, it also decides when it's going to go up and down for you! Sometimes it doesn't go back up for days at a time, giving you plenty of luxurious hours decision free!
*Do you hate having a defrosted rear window in those cold winter months? Well, need I say more? This Buick's rear defogger doesn't even work, you'll never have to have one of those pesky clear rear windows again! Say so long to having to view the drivers behind you picking their nose, you wont see them and they wont see you, it doesn't get much better than that folks!

All of this grand luxury can be yours for $7999.00. That's a steal considering this Buick is practically an antique at it's ripe old age of 11 years. Not only is it an antique, it's also got more driving experience than most vehicles on the road! This Buick has seen 290,000 km in it's 11 years, it knows the roads better than anyone around, it can practically drive itself where you need to go.
Now as I said, this car isn't just for anyone. This car needs an owner who's not lazy and has mechanical know-hot. The cup holders in this Buick do not hold cups securely, so you need to be a do-it-yourself type and hold you own, unless you enjoy wearing it. Also, the gas gauge doesn't work, the door handle sticks, the intake manifold leaks oil, the super charger barings are crapping out, two hub caps are missing, the gas needs to be open from the inside of the trunk, and the tires are bald. You will need to be able to fix these yourself, and you'll have a blast doing it! You'll also need to be a fan of global warming and pollution as this Buick probably isn't going to pass emissions this year either, so you'll want to drive off into the sunset leaving a trail of holes in the ozone layer together :)
Don't wait to contact me a this offer wont last long, vehicles like this don't come about everday!

Uh huh. That is Mr. Pretties' Buick, you know, the 'luxury-pain-in-the-ass' I talked about? Today we were supposed to go sign the papers for our new Buick LeSabre. It was a sexy bitch folks. Now don't get me wrong, the Park Ave was a sexy bitch in it's time, I really debated marrying the Buick instead of Mr. Pretties, it was a tough call. We had a happy relationship for several lovely years, until the gas hike. Now everyone is suffering from the gas hike, that you know. What you don't know is that the Buick is a snob. A gas snob. You can not. I repeat, can not fill it's tank with regular gas. You can not fill it's take with the next best. No, this Buick requires the best of the best, you know, the gas the costs .30+ cents more a litre than all the rest? This Buick will cough, sputter, and just about die if you try to fill it with anything less. This is where or relationship took a turn for the worse. We really started harbouring resentment when we had to stop eating in order to satisfy it's high-end gas consuming needs. We tried counselling and were making progress, until it thought it was acceptable behaviour to start falling apart and costing us $500 a month, four months in a row. It just wasn't going to work, we needed to seperate immediately.

This brings us to today. Today was to be a glorious day. A long awaited day. A day Mr. Pretties took of work simply because it was so special. Today we were to go sign the papers for this beautiful baby:

Mr. Pretties and I had even agreed that we could each take turns smashing 'Mater' (the old Buick) with a sledge hammer. It would feel soooo good and would probably be therapeutic. Then we'd donate it to a fruit farm where they'd cut it in half, attach a flat bed to the back and use it as a farm vehicle to haul fruit baskets.

The new Buick was an excellent deal, had an excellent warranty, and was my practically my sole mate. Was being the operative word. Mr. Pretties wussied out and decided it was too expensive and not the right time to buy another car (The right time being when 'Mater' dies a slow painful death, potentially when we're in the middle of nowhere with three children). Clearly our $500 a month fixing costs are less than the $260 monthly payment this Buick would cost... Yeah, Mr. Pretties went to the Dyslexic school of math obviously. Mr. Pretties is also on my list of people who need a kick in the ass. I'm currently sitting on a very large bag of 'I-Told-You-So' which I'm saving for when 'Mater' craps out in the middle of winter and Mr. Pretties has to get his sorry self to work in 3' of snow on a cold, wet bus. Beside that bag of 'I-Told-You-So' is a big bag of 'You're-Going-To-Regret-This' as well as a smaller bag of 'You-Suck'. You would think Mr. Pretties would have figured out by now that Mrs. Pretties is always right. Always. When Mrs. Pretties says we should do something there's a 99.999% chance that she's right and that you should get right on it. If, however, you do not go along with her suggestion you face a 99.999% chance of being horribly wrong, have to hear 'I told you so' over and over, as well having to walk around with both your tail between your legs and egg on your face. Evidently he hasn't figured that out just yet, or he has an odd being wrong fetish. I'll be sure to post pictures of his egg face in a few weeks no doubt. That'll give you something to look forward to, and if you know someone in need of a OOAK Buick please direct them way :)

I Know... I Suck...

I haven't abandoned the blog, I just suck. I can't even blame the Little Boy Person for my absence because he's basically the perfect baby. I could try pinning the blame on Mr. Pretties... he usually is to blame for most things, but not this one. So, to sum it up, I'm a bad blogger mommy and I suck. Sorry. I'll try to do better from now on.

I finally received my flat plated bobby pins, my roving, and my clippie cards. Finally. What have I done with them? Nothing. Not a damn thing. Again, I suck. I will blame the Little Boy Person for that though. He's not really that good at making felty balls and he hasn't really got the hang of using the glue gun yet, so he's making our production line pretty slow. I'll have to work with him on this as I miss Etsying. I haven't even gotten my clippies done for Little Sprout's Turn Abouts. I also don't have enough to take to my mom sale this fall. Boo. But I AM going to the mom sales. Mr. Pretties thinks I wont have time to get it all organized with three pretties now. But he's wrong. As usual. I'm just not sure which ones we'll be attending yet. I'll let you know.

The Big Little Pretty started preschool on Tuesday. Did you hear that? PRESCHOOL. Uh huh. Pretty scary stuff. We actually did it without a lot of fuss and tears. From either of us. I'm really proud that I was able to find my big girl panties in time to be able to take her without wussing out. Yay me! The BLP really seems to like it too. I get really excited because she paints me pictures every time she goes, I lurves me some painted pictures :) I love them so much I (Read: Mr. Pretties) plan to take a trip to Ikea to pick up a line with clips to hang her pictures on in her room because my fridge is running out of space. I'll have to hang it really high though because The LLP will try to rip them down and sabotage them. She is not happy about The BLP's school business. Not at all. We've had to resort to hanging out at the park and Kiddie Kastle so as to keep out of the wrath of the angry toddler. Plus then it makes me feel like a good parent. Or something. I'm even going to volunteer at The BLP's school, how great am I? I know. Not that great, but I can pretend can't I? The BLP will probably end up being mostly embarassed of me and standing off in the corner crying until I agree to go home. I'm prepared for that because that's how she rolls. Oy.

You know what I thought was funny? I didn't think many people read my blog. Do you know how many emails I got about my Old Navy pant splitting story? 67. Sixty-Seven people read about my crotch hanging out at Old Navy. Wow. I almost wish I didn't post that blog. But, it seems that my story made 67 people's day a little brighter and made them say 'Thank God that wasn't me!' so if I can help one person feel better about their day then I guess it's all worth it. Still, totally embarassing though. One day I'll look back on that event and laugh. Even though my old pants now fit again (Or some of them...) that day is not today. Maybe next week.

I pretty much have no pictures to share today due to a mix of not taking any and being to lazy to go fetch my memory card and reader from the camera that is probably somewhere far away in the kitchen. I just wanted to post so that it's known that I'm still here and that I'll try harder to be an everyday blogger again. Maybe it can me my early New Years resolution? Let's try that. I shall return tomorrow with something witty, sarcastic, and creative tomorrow when Mr. Pretties goes off to work. That gives me 24 hours to rack my brain and think of something. God help us all.