Saturday, October 16, 2010

Toys, Positive Thoughts, Hubby's Funnies and Doggie Birthdays

One year and two weeks later from my fourth post (back before I had followers), we were back at the store for a replenishing of Nana's toy box. After a year of playing, things got broken, lost or commandeered by the dogs. It was time to find some new and updated toys. The rules were basically tossed out, except for the no weapons part. I was no help to the process, I ended up getting things with small parts and and way over $10 a piece. Shopping fail on my part but once again the kids did fabulously at picking out some great toys.

I just spent over an hour CUTTING these toys out of their box's/package and ready for instant play! It's not like you can just give a child a toy straight from the store anymore, you have to have a friggin degree to get them loose from their theft ware packaging! By time I was finished I had three large bags of trash, that is plastic, wires and bulky cardboard! (Fisher Price..really, what is up with that?)
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In other news...

Positive thoughts for

Angelia's new hubby Jason. He is currently in the hospital with possible heart trouble. Haven't seen an update yet. Anyway, please keep them in your thoughts (they are supposed to be on their honeymoon, not having all this happen).

My SIL is going in for surgery Tuesday, need some more positive thoughts there too. With the new baby and brother with a new job, need to hope that the surgery isn't invasive to the point of being confined to the hospital for days. (As usual they won't know how invasive it will have to be till they get in there)
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Hubby comes home and asks if I bought new flowers.
Me...No I haven't, not in a few weeks. Why?
Hubby...Where did those yellow ones come from?
Me...(giggle) One has been there for three weeks and the other for two weeks!
Hubby...Hmm, they sure are purty.
Me...LMAO! (He walks by them everyday and just now realises they are there!)

(Them stupid horse apples)
Hubby...What'cha got planned for tomorrow?
Me...Nothing, oh wait, I have to go grocery shopping. Why?
Hubby...Well I was going to suggest that you could tear open those apples and see how many seeds you can get from them.
Me...(Stares at the boy like he has gone insane)(Shakes my head)(Starts giggling at my response forming in my head) I don't think that is something I would like to put on my list, sorry!
Hubby...sits there grinning and suppressing laughter
So guess what I'll be doing tomorrow...tearing apart a super sticky green brain like horse apple. Yuck!
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Today is Chaquita and Stitch's birthday! They are 8 years old! Where has all the time gone? (Getting woken up for birthday pics)








Have a good weekend!

P.S. Something is going crazy with my Nana's Nature blog, it's posting more than one a day and I can't figure out why. Sorry for the confusion.

Sigature,Heather

6 comments:

Rose said... [Reply to comment]

saw your comment on post re imagination/talents. sounds like you have more talents than myself. men can be blind, not noticing things. tell him your boyfriend sent the flowers. have a good weekend. rose

SuziCate said... [Reply to comment]

Arf,Arf...that Happy Birthday to Chaquita and Stitch!

Carol said... [Reply to comment]

Modern packaging makes me crazy. I have proven multiple times that I should not be allowed around sharp objects, yet I find I cannot get to things I buy without one.

Angelia Sims said... [Reply to comment]

Awh, Happy Birthday to those fur babies! How sweet. My Salem (black lab) is eight too.

Thank-you for posting about Jason. What memories, huh? Looks like he wasn't faking it to get out of wedding planning after all. HA.

Hopefully after the test Monday we can know more.

Lucy said... [Reply to comment]

Love the photos of the dogs. As far as Hubby noticing things HE doES NOT

pegbur7 said... [Reply to comment]

Happy birthday to the poopies! (yeah, that's what I call them) They are adorable.