Amelie see the phone
Amelie wants the phone
Amelie comes closer to try to get the phone
This must be like the last thing Quint saw in Jaws
I bought Amelie her own phone
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9 comments:
"This must be the last thing Quint saw in Jaws" - I love it!
I LOVE a good horror flick. Willie and the boy won't watch them with me, which is a shame. I have scared myself silly watching a scary movie. Alone. In the dark basement. Believe me, I CAN and have run up a flight of stairs as if I were on fire. I have my emergency zombie route out of the house.
I don't mind Mummies so much. Have you read "The Mummy" by Anne Rice? It was a nice love story.
Cows. That's too funny. And here I'm thinking that they're like big dogs. I get the appliance thing. Is it a fire concern or you getting burned thing? I'm constantly unplugging things around the house. It drives Willie nuts.
We went to the beach last weekend and I have to tell you, just a few short hours in the salty air helped clear out my sinuses.
Will this be the first time Amelie sees the ocean? The boy was a little over two when he got to the beach. He stepped off the boardwalk and plopped right into the sand to play. He thought it was a sandbox. I had to pick him up and take him past the dunes. Once he got past them he ran towards the ocean. He was never afraid of the water. He wanted in!
You'll have fun at the beach rain or sun. Hopefully it will be sunny.
BTW - I forgot to mention how ADORABLE that dang baby is! She just makes me smile every time I see a pic of her.
Thank you for sharing.
I have scared myself silly watching a scary movie. Alone. In the dark basement. Believe me, I CAN and have run up a flight of stairs as if I were on fire. I have my emergency zombie route out of the house.
OMG I do that too. Mostly when I have to run to the loo in the night and I can't put the light on and wake mum.
I don't mind Mummies so much. Have you read "The Mummy" by Anne Rice? It was a nice love story.
I haven't read that one, I'll defo have to check that out.
I get the appliance thing. Is it a fire concern or you getting burned thing? I'm constantly unplugging things around the house. It drives Willie nuts.
It's defo a getting burnt thing for me. That's why I'm ok with things that don't get hot like toasters, microwaves etc. That's how I don't starve to death LOL.
Will this be the first time Amelie sees the ocean?
Absolutely, I can't wait to see her face.
BTW - I forgot to mention how ADORABLE that dang baby is! She just makes me smile every time I see a pic of her.
Thank you for sharing.
Aw bless you, I know she is scrummy and I could kiss her all day long.
Getting burned is definitely a bad thing. I grabbed a screaming hot pan bare handed last year and nearly fainted it was so painful. I didn't scar but it did take a while to heal and MAN did it hurt. After that incident I run around the kitchen with pot holders on. That was only my hand. It did give me a better understanding of burn victims and I did feel a bit like a wimp crying about my hand.
Looking forward to the beach? Willie and I got to it earlier in the month. Too cold to swim or anything like that, but it was wonderful to sit and listen to the waves.
Sometimes you have to take care of yourself and not feel bad about it.
I"m kind of at that point where I'm tired of people giving me shit because I'm too busy and when I take a moment in the corner to breathe - I get shit for that too.
And, I'm really done with the pressure applied by people to get you to do what they want you to do.
Look after yourself Jenn and tell everyone else to go fuck themselves. Or just scream Argh! in their face before storming off. I bet they'll give you a wide berth and leave you to your own devices for a while.
Ah, the voice of reason...
A co-worker of mine died this week. I didn't know him well. Worked with him a few times. Nice guy. Young children. 45. Went to sleep and didn't wake up. His secretary had told him on Friday to take it easy on the weekend because he was getting so stressed out.
That, my friend, is life smacking me in the face and telling me this is could be me if I don't chill out a bit.
I will be taking the time to breathe and center my chi. It's needed.♥
Wow, something like that really makes you take a step back at look at your own life.
Defo stop to smell the roses. His poor family, they must be so shocked. It's a good way to go but not at that age.
Good afternoon, sunshine!
Guy at work was 38. 38! That's young. Massive heart attack. At that age I think there might have been other issues. You don't just drop at 38.
I spent the weekend getting dirty. Digging up the stupid damnboo. Chopping down damnboo. Bundling up damnboo. The yard will look great for about 3 days and then that crap is growing again. I feel like every weekend is "Groundhog's Day" because it's the same stupid situation with the damnboo. It only took one week and it was taller than me again.
But I got down and dirty in the mud. The sun was high and bright and good and hot. A good weekend. After I physically exhausted myself I watched movies.
All in all, I"m taking care of myself and feeling better mentally and physically.
Now, to prep for vacation!
Bloody hell!!!!
38 is no age. That's so scary. His poor family, you would never expect that at that age.
LOL sounds like you have a lot of Damnboo, if only I knew what that was hahahah!
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