You Name It

I'm sitting here, trying to think of something fascinating to write about. The fact is, I just don't think I'm that fascinating. I don't even know how many people are reading this blog anyway. So I've been asking myself, why on earth do I keep it? After some contemplation, I came to two conclusions. First and foremost, it's a place for me to log pictures and stories of my family's life. It's kind of turned into "Scrapbooking for Dummies" for me. Second, I like to think that maybe I have some family and friends out there who are actually interested in what my little family is doing.

You see, I'm kinda having this "Wo Is Me" kind of week. I called up my mom blubbering on about this and that and my sentence ended with "...And I'm boring! Nobody reads my blog 'cause it's boring! I'm not witty and I'm not a good writer. I'm booooring." Which also turns into "I have no gifts, I have no talents, I'm a bad mom, I feel frumpy and on and on and on." I know, I know... Blubber blubber bawl.

I told you it's been a Wo week

You know my mom... she gave just the right amount of "Oh, you are having a rough day" and "I enjoy your blog." Then she quickly began to laugh and laugh. My story of emerging from the shower to find a toilet water soaked 18 month old -still in his pj's and last night's diaper at 10:00 am- baptizing Dan's hunting proclamation, and half a roll of toilet paper, must have set her off. If you'd recall, the little guy had just done this not too long ago.

Funny thing is, I had hollered to Carly over the shower water, "Is Fisher in the toilet?"

"No." She had hollered back.

Satisfied with her answer, I took my leisurely time rinsing my hair out.

When I emerged and found the mayhem I said, "Carly! You said he wasn't in the toilet!"

Her reply, "He's not IN the toilet mom."

True words Carly- true words. Glad we're on the same page.

So at this point of the story I've got the baptized saturated mess and of course there's no garbage bag in the bathroom so I stomp toward the kitchen, holding the dripping mess out in front of me. I turn the corner into the kitchen and I suddenly feel like Eve without her fig leaf as I realize the blinds are open and everyone would be able to see my innocence (snort). I holler for Carly to come fast and bring me the garbage can. You all know she doesn't speak english, right? That's what happens when you're 4. You suddenly don't hear or understand anything your mom says anymore. She finally came and brought it to me and I threw the mess inside. (I swear she rolled her eyes at her crazy naked mom).

So then my mom says, "You need to be like Pioneer Woman and do a giveaway."

I actually snorted.

"What would I possibly give away mom? An expired 25 cent container of Kool-Aid from NPS that dad bought for me?" (NPS aka Market Square is in my top 5 favorite stores by the way. It's up there with this store, this store and this store. I'm thrifty, that's what I am. I love a good bargain.)

By now, both mom and I are rolling in laughter and a little bit of the "Wo" is leaving me.

She says "No, just ask everyone to help you name a picture. You know, like she does."

So, to help get a little more of the "Wo" out of me and my week, I'd like you to help me name this picture of Fisher that involved at least a dozen eggs:

This will be interesting to me because the most comments I've ever gotten out of my 35+ readers is 5. And that happened only twice. It's usually only 1 or 2 (thanks mom). So, let's break my big record and go for 6 or maybe even 7. I think at least 7 of you love me :) I'm not promising any big prizes. I'm not that cool... yet. lol. But I'd love to hear from you. Leave a comment with your suggested title and maybe, just maybe, one of these days, I'll find something "cool" to to give you.

P.S. Does throwing a snowball at you count as something "cool"?