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January 8th, 2010


While we were in Houston, I went shopping with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law at a local craft store. The following caught my attention and disturbed me greatly.

I was just walking by this display, and the part that caught my attention was the giant blue “Make a baby!” that happened to be at my eye level.

As I examined this…thing, the part that disturbed me the most was the caption:

The caption under “Preemie Starter Kit Course #2″ says, “All the fun of a real baby without the mess!”

Does anyone else find this more than a little disturbing?

I found these pictures on my phone, and I thought I would spread the disturbia.

January 8th, 2010

sometimes, I’m a moron

Don’t worry, I don’t suffer from low self-esteem (actually, I think it’s quite the opposite), I just think being honest is healthy. Honestly, sometimes I’m a moron.

A few of the moronic things I’ve done recently:

  • While driving on Tuesday or Wednesday, I counted 4 u-turns that I had to make enroute to a destination mere¬†blocks from our apartment. I’m not sure why I still haven’t figured out this navigation thing.
  • I knew that I had a class in Clarke 329. I looked for room 329 for half an hour, making me very late to the class that was supposed to be in the room. I finally called Matt and during the conversation realized that I was in the Smith Building, not the Clarke. (There is no room 329 in the Smith, in case you go looking for it too.)
  • Before taking Matt to his early meetings Sunday, I thought I would head out to the car early to try and get it warmed up and defrosted while he was still getting ready. I went out to the car,¬†unlocked the car, locked it again and tried to open the doors. When Matt came to the car he found me very frustratedly trying to open the locked doors to our car. Like I said, sometimes, I’m a moron.

UPDATE: Shortly after writing this post, I heard a phone ring with the same ringtone that I have on my phone. I looked around (I was in the library), eagerly waiting for the person to answer so I could see who had the same ringtone as I do. I waited and waited and the phone just kept ringing. I finally got annoyed with this person for letting their phone ring so long in the library. It was my phone. Silly, silly me.