On the subject of kids ruining things, I went toy shopping for my little cousin today and the worst thing about toy stores is that there are all these fucking kids running around them. I was in this super awesome store and I was getting all excited and these stupid kids were not fucking letting me play with toys in peace. GOD. In other news, OHEMGEE DOUBLEYOUTEEEFF AND I ARE OFFICIALLY ROOMIES.
I agree, totally boss. Ab, you remind me that my mom used to crotchet up a storm. We'd go on longass road trips all summer and when it was her turn to drive, she would work on crotcheting projects to stay awake, because, ''an expert doesn't need to look at her work. Yeah,she's a crazy mother, but she could crotchet up a storm. And she was probably a safer driver then than she is now.
She's pale, but she has dark hair and eyes. Its fucking still weird that we produced little Nazi youth.
I can't even efficiently read while I crochet. I'm glad you survived to tell the tale, because that makes me scared for little bewildered. Also, I may never crochet again after Christmas. My sister asked me to make these legwarmers and an earflap hat for her soon to be born spawn (due Tuesday, it's not like I put this off or anything) and this project has been the bane of my existence since she asked me. I also have to do the border to the blanket I made for my sister-in-law's baby that's due on the 15th. Plus I had plans to make 4 little stuffed animals for my cousin's kids for Christmas, right now I'm thinking I'll just buy them some books.
Eh, it happens. My mom has brown hair, green eyes and my dad has almost black hair, grey-blue eyes. My brother has strawberry blond hair and blue eyes. The rest of us have dark hair. Turns out I have light haired grandparents on both sides. It happened again with my nephew, whose dad is half Hawaiian. Reccessive genes are interesting.
Unless you marry the Waspiest of all Wasps. I have dark hair and green eyes and that blonde and blue overrode all of it and now my house looks like daycare at the Aryan Brotherhood.
I pretty much did. El husband was white blond when he was young and he has blue eyes. He is like a dark blond or sandybrown hair now, but still clear blue eyes of course. He could pass for Russian I think. Our kids will probably all have blue eyes, the hair is a tossup though since mine is so dark. I think seeing how your kids turn out a and who they favor is exciting to watch unfold. I'm probably a little cooky though.
There is a family resemblance on my father's side that is nothing short of profound. I look like pops, one of his brothers, a bit like gramps (same eyes), and I am almost a mirror image of great-great grandfather. GG Gramps also had a neckbeard that would scour cast iron. Where I got a mess of thick, wavy hair flecked with red/auburn is anyone's guess. Everyone including my mother's side had thin, limp hair. When I accidentally impregnate a prostitute, there will be little need of a paternity test.
My poor daughter looks just like her dad, everywhere I go that's all I hear. Apparently I was just the incubater. Last night we went to my cousin's 30th birthday party and I gave baby E a carrot. My cousin's wife asks me, "Is she eating a carrot?" I tell her that she is. She proceeds to tell me that she's never thought to try to give her daughter, who is a year and a half old, a carrot. Later when E was eating broccoli she said the same thing. Maybe I should nix the stuffed animal and buy her vegetables for Christmas.
When we went to the zoo together in May she was feeding her cookies and at one point she put some slushy in her bottle. She had just turned a year old.
It is easier to find an all-black hockey team in Wyoming before you find one goddamn driver this time of year that doesn't have their head up their ass.
Yeah, I had a friend who's whole family was like an assembly line of mannequins. Parker Snabbbbblle on Gold Rush Alaska is a dead ringer for his 90 year old grandfather.
You cousin is Honey Boo Boo's mother? That picture is terrifying, its a woman with a man's arms and hands.