It's like the Sock Monkey is stalking me.

My friend Jody invited me to be on Pinterest which, despite the fact I've only pinned like 10 images (mostly of my kids), is a colossal time sucker.  I have found some cool, crafty ideas and some interesting recipes.  However, I have begun to notice a disturbing trend for people who obviously have way too much time on their hands and are obsessed with a toy that quite frankly never should have been.  Or at least, it never should have been anatomically correct.

Might have won Best Costume if they had been anatomically correct.

Lame Birthday party treats.

Overachiever.

Have to admit that the one on the right is cute.  Okay, so is the one on the left.

Victoria's Secret for your Monkey.

I hope she didn't pay for this.  Or wear it to work.  Unless she works at Toys-R-Us.

Scarred for life.

Her nursery is depicted above.

What did the King do to deserve this?

Destined for the Island of Misfit Toys.

I'll admit this one had me CRYING.

When celebrities lose their minds, and their baby is the only sane one in the group.

 
I feel like this...

I think I need to back away from Pinterest.

My Bad. THIS is why the US Postal Service is going bankrupt...

It's because they care.

Apparently a piece of mail that was supposed to be delivered to us got mangled, and the USPS cares enough to make sure we got our Holiday Greeting Card? No.  Our bill from the phone company?  No.  Our income tax refund?  No.

Our cover page of a catalog that got ripped off.

Seriously.

I guess this kind of care is why they need that extra 3 cents?

P.S.  The price of a stamp goes up by a penny tomorrow.

Next...The Sock Monkey Revisited.  It's scary how much free time some people have to get crafty with it.

A Facebookversary

As best that we can tell, two years ago tomorrow is the date that Farmer Ted and I actually started flirting on Facebook.   You can read about the gory details in this blog post, don't let the Wooly Aphids scare you...that was back when we actually blogged about gardening.

Ted and I went to high school together, and while we remember each other we have no memories of ever actually hanging out.  At first I suppose it was because we had gone to different middle schools.  Then, somewhere in his second sophomore year Ted got "asked to leave."  And in a pre-Facebook world, that was that.  What are the odds we would ever have met up with each other again?

But Facebook changed the odds, and here we are.  A couple.  Raising spawn, spoiling a dragon, sometimes we plant stuff and cook it.  Occasionally we go places to amuse ourselves, quite often that place is Facebook where we alternately amuse and alienate our friends.  We blog about it, mostly.

Anyway, I am truly blessed to have this wonderful man in my life.  Thank you Mark Zuckerberg.

Next...I wrote this today b/c it's my theory that the internet is going to spontaneously combust as millions of people who don't know what to do with themselves w/o Wikipedia for a day run amok.  Also, tomorrow is my youngest sister's bday.  Birthdays trump Facebookversaries, so it really should be all about her.  And, I still have to chastise the USPS.  Again.

It's the thought that counts.

Until your grandmother gives you a soccer calendar...

January

No, you didn't read that wrong.

To be fair, I'm pretty sure that the Plant Whisperer didn't have any idea what the interior of the calendar said when she picked it for her grandspawn.  Instead, we are choosing to believe that she rather meant what was on the cover.

Much better.

Next...The United States Postal Service cares.  They just don't care they are going broke.  Part II.

Camouflage

Yesterday was absolutely gorgeous here in the Phillie burbs.  Ted and I took advantage to do some much needed work in the yard.  While he was in his glory putzing around on the tractor dealing with leaves, I was taking the lights and Christmas decor down.  I must have walked by the rhodadendron/azalea garden about 10 times...

...before I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.  My first thought was that if it was a snake, I was really going to embarrass myself in the front yard.  However, further investigation revealed it was...

...the Dragon.  Taking a stealth nap.

Bedtime's attempt wasn't so successful.

Next...I guess leaving the poll up, even though the voting has ended, isn't going to change the fact that Basil beat Cilantro.  By one vote.  It doesn't matter.  I know what the best herb is.

For luck and for fortune...

Hoppin' John for luck.  Collard greens for fortune.  Pork tenderloin for the half Yankee spawn b/c that's what they do up here north of the Mason Dixon line.

Happy New Year Y'all.  Here's to a peaceful, prosperous and bountiful 2012.

Next...Easter candy already?  *sigh*

And a very Happy Bday to our friend Mare!  We hope you had a beautiful day.