So the other week I finally relented and went to the Croc Shop to buy Jacob some Crocs.  I have resisted getting him any because I reckon they just look, well, kinda ordinary...  But practicality finally won out and so I went shopping for him.  Got him some nice navy blue ones and they are so quick and easy to get on and off which is exactly what I was hoping for.

However, while I was there, I spotted a pair for myself.  OMG!!  Am I really going to buy and wear some Crocs???  I never would have thought it.  So now I am a complete hypocrite and am loving wear my new pair of shoes.  They are so comfy.  But they aren't like traditional Crocs...these are a bit different. 

They aren't too daggy are they???

 

I've had a lovely day today :)  I woke up and was greeted with pressies, hugs and a cup of tea (yay!).  Jacob bought the pressies to me and announced, "There's clothes in there, Mummy."  He's not quite 3 yet, and was very excited to tell me what was inside the wrapping - haha!  

I was lucky enough to received some new jimmy-jams and a digital photo frame.  But the best pressies were the poem with Jacob's hand prints painted on it and a keyring that he had made at daycare.  Yay for home made gifts made with love!!

My new jim-jams


My new digital photo frame (complete with sticky fingerprints already!) 

The other day I went on a small shopping splurge.  One of the items I bought were some tracky daks (tracksuit pants).  Now, they are a little different to my current ones as these are hipsters - which I was in full knowledge of at the time of purchase.

I do have some hipster jeans which I really like and find really comfy (except I am continually hoisting them up, like an oldie does) so the hipster thing isn't new to me.  But I have discovered that the problem with hipster tracky daks is that little bit of space between the bottom of your top and the top of your bottoms...it gets bloody cold!

I mean the tracky daks are there to get you warm and when there is that large (in may case) patch of skin on your back that is continually exposed, it seems to defeat the purpose?!?!  I will continue to endeavour with them, but I might have to get a longer shirt that covers up what the old pants used to ;)

Okay, so...

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mrserin

So maybe I'm a little weird having the hots for a kids show character (he's from LazyTown - shown here on Foxtel), but boy, can this guy move!!  I love his Icelandic accent and his gorgeous eyes.  Mmmmm...LOL!!

IRL, he is Magnus Scheving and he seems to excel at everything he does - he's a world class aerobic champion, gymnast, creator, director, writer, and the list goes on.  Quite an interesting read, if you can be bothered googling him.

So there you have it.  One of many weird things about me :)

Well, hello to everyone who reads this.  Just a note to say I am still alive and kicking :)

I am still here and I am still reading your blogs most days, it's just that I don't always comment.  Please don't take offence if I don't leave a message, it's just that I'm usually last to read and comment & everyone else has already said what needs saying.  I generally only add something if I think I can bring something extra to the conversation.

I thought I might actually start to write a little on here and maybe even reveal a little of myself.  I am big on sharing things IRL, but I'm awfully reserved here in "virtual world" so we'll see how we go...at least this is a start!!

Seeya for now!!

Last night, my friend and I were sitting in the living room and I said to
her, "I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some
machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the
plug."

She got up, unplugged the TV, and threw out my wine.

She's such a bitch.

I'm not as fancy as you are with graphics, so this will have to do!! Hope you are having a great day??
Love
Laura

Toward the end of the service, the Minister asked, "How many of you have forgiven your enemies?" 80% held up their hands.

The Minister then repeated his question. All responded this time, except one small elderly lady. "Mrs. Jones, are you not willing to forgive your enemies?"

I don't have any." She replied, smiling sweetly.

"Mrs. Jones, that is very unusual. How old are you?"

"Ninety-eight," she replied.

"Oh Mrs. Jones, would you please come down in front and tell us all how a person can live ninety-eight years and not have an enemy in the world?"

The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said, "I outlived the bitches."

Ok...so here's a clip that should make up for the sexist joke below about women parking...

How do you decide who to marry? (Written by kids)

You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming. (Alan, age 10)

No person really decides before they grow up who they’re going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get find out later who you’re stuck with. (Kirsten, age 10)

What is the right age to get married?

23 is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then. (Camille, age 10)

How can a stranger tell if two people are married?

You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids. (Derrick, age 8)

What do you think your mum and dad have in common?

Both don’t want anymore kids. (Lori, age 8)

What do most people do on a date?

Dates are for having fun, and people use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough. (Lynette, age 8, isn’t she a treasure!)

On the first date they tell each other lies and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date. (Martin, age 10)

What would you do on a first date that was turning sour?

I’d run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns. (Craig, age 9)

When is OK to kiss someone?

When they’re rich. (Pam, age 7)

The Law says you have to be 18, so I wouldn’t want to mess with that. (Curt, age 7)

The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It’s the right thing to do. (Howard, age 8)

Is it better to be single or married?

It’s better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them. (A very insightful Anita, age 9)

... and # 1!... How would you make a marriage work?

Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck. (Ricky, age 10)

Only a person in Louisiana could think of this.  From the parish where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this true story.

Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in Houma, Louisiana.  After last call the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so intoxicated that he could barely walk. The man stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes, with the  officer quietly observing.

After what seemed an eternity in which he tried his keys on five different vehicles, the man managed to find his car and fall into it. He sat there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the  bar and drove off.  Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off--it was a fine dry summer night - flicked the blinkers on and off a couple of times, honked the horn and then switched on the lights. He moved the  vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then remained still for a few more minutes as some more of the other patrons' vehicles left. At last, when his was the only car left in the parking lot, he pulled out and drove slowly down the road.

The police officer, having waited patiently all this time, now started up his patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over and administered a breathalyzer test. To his amazement, the breathalyzer indicated no evidence that the man had consumed any alcohol at all!

Dumbfounded, the officer said, "I'll have to ask you to accompany me to the police station. This breathalyzer equipment must be broken."

"I doubt it," said the truly proud Coonass. "Tonight I'm the designated decoy."