It was my birfday, yesterday. 'N I had a good day. And like a 5 year old, I want to show you my new toys.
But before I be the lame-o that shows you my new toys, I gotta share something real quick.
Hubs said to me day before last:
"Well you never want anything."
Listen to Phil, Jefffro. Listen to Phil.
The saddest part about this clip, is that it cuts the end off, when Phil says:
"Oh, yogurt maker! I can't stop thinking about things I want."
That's me, people. That's me. I have a list a mile long. Please say you watch "Modern Family". If you don't, I own Seasons 1-3 to borrow. Let me know.
I am trying to decide if this makes me a big, huge, snot, OR, if it just simply makes me excited about a lot of different things. I really hope it's the latter.
Now, a robot dog and speakers that look like rocks aren't going to make my list, but other totally random items like an ice cream machine and a Polaroid camera will. (and maybe a couple bits for my router, or a new table saw just like my dad's, or a cotton candy machine. . .)
Anyhow. I swear I am content about my life. SWEAR.
So! This isn't my present. But I hope I can still share.
Do you know the game "LittleBig Planet"? I don't get it. At all. But my boys love this game, and so do all their friends.
This is a "Sackbot" from the game. I know. I don't get it either, kay? But I'm sure it's a fun game.
Jamison had this great, mom to son bonding idea of building his own Sackbot you see up there. I was feeling totally overwhelmed with all I had going on at the time, but totally wanted to do it.
So I asked the Daddy-o if he had a spare part or two. Shockingly, in my huge pile 'o scraps in the garage, I didn't have any cube pieces. I figured maybe the Daddy-o would have a cube for the head.
Well, he did a lot better than that. Check it out.
Bam. He whipped this up for my son in an instant. I was totally blown away by the sweetness of this.
Daddy-o: you totally rock.
Okay, so. . . presents. Since I'm already talking about the Daddy-o, I gotta show you what he got me.
"Why don't you go stun gun yaself?"
It's a flashlight! It's a stungun! It's a flashlight-stungun! (sung in the "PillowPets" jingle).
In my dad's typical protector mode, he bought me a stungun to totally jack someone with when I go running. I dare someone to try 'n jump me while I go for my little jog. I dare.
My total bestie from childhood gave me a new journal,
and this totally awesome book for writing music. I love this. Such a thoughtful gift.
My sister in law got me this fab smelling candle and this BAD TO THE BONE wooden leaf tray:
this is sooo me. I always always walk past the wooden trays/bowls. I am drawn to them. "It's like a tractor beam: sucked me right in."
One of my besties gave me this:
this begs to have new messages written on here. Weekly. No, daily. It's not the law, but it might as well be.
And oh my gosh how I love my new mixing bowls from a totally awesome friend. . .
I want to start mixing stuff right now. I have no idea what. I'm open to suggestions.
I know I just gave the hubs a hard time about not picking up on my not-so-hints for crap I want, but this one he didn't miss.
Yep. I really wanted an iPod to "run" with. "Run" is such a relative term. Thanks, hon. You totally went up a notch on "My Best Husbands" list.
Man, I feel loved, today. Kinda makes me feel like a big fat jerk for whining last week.