Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes. All make up A Day in the Life of the Taylor trio.


Saturday, February 25, 2006

Peeves addendum

So yes I may have opened the can of worms, but I have just one more peeve...whenever I ask Bj to please make me a sandwich or make me some pancakes he says "Poof! you're some pancakes." I know, I know I may need to say this in a different way, but after five years it does get the slightest bit on my nerves...drove me crazy when I was pregnant...I outlawed the phrase when I was with child...but now I'm not and it is back...grrr

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

What I did today

PHOTO SHOOT!! (more pics on 2peas)

Look who is sitting up

(and look at that chunky, chunky leg)

Tuesday, February 21, 2006


Sunday, February 19, 2006

An answer you should know

If you ever happen to find yourself on a gameshow with your spouse, or randomly asked a poll on the street that is a secret contest where you could win a million dollars, you should probably know this answer. What is your spouse's pet peeve?

Oddly enough, Bj and I happen to know each others pet peeves as they may be the strangest ever. I CANNOT STAND when his socks are half hanging off his feet. He will take them off and leave them dangling. I can't even look at it. I make him leave the room or take them off. It also bothers me when people wear tube socks and they aren't pulled up all the way so they are floppy. I find it disgusting.


I swear.


Bj's is almost as odd. He can't stand going through another person's bag. If he needs something from my purse, he refuses to get it even if I am somehow covered from head to toe with-well something unpleasant. Unfortunately this also includes the diaper bag, which I consider as everyone's property-especially if we are in need of a binky stat. Bj is a pretty calm and mellow guy (well he is actually incredibly hyper but in a funny, ok sometimes, well I better just stop now) but give him a bag to look through and you would think he works on Wallstreet 200 hours a week. It is really odd.

So anyway, just in case we are ever in a situation to win a million dollars if we answer "what is your spouse's biggest pet peeve?" WE are prepared...

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

My age gauge

-Ok so I had planned on doing this a long time ago when my Mama gave it to me, but better late than never so here we go.

24 years old at the time of the 9-11 attack on America
I was actually in bed. I had worked the night before until 2am getting new product out at the Gap (I was a merchandising manager) and was super tired. Bj was also in bed as he was delivering pizza and had a late class that morning. Our friend Andy called and said that we were under attack and they had taken our planes. I will never forget that day or that feeling.

22 years old on the first day of Y2K
I was in Bj's basement crying my eyes out because the year that I got engaged was almost over (we got engaged on December 30). I had this obsession that I wanted to get married in nineteen hundred and ninety nine instead of two thousand. I think that I thought it looked better on an invitation.

20 years old when Princess Diana was killed in a car crash
I was driving home from a friend's house in Akron. At first I thought it was some kind of a weird joke. I was strangely really really sad about this.

17 years old at the time of the Oklahoma City bombing
I walked into the commons at my high school for lunch and my friend Charissa told me about it. All I remember is hearing about the fact there was a day care there. It still gives me chills.

16 years old when O.J Simpson was charged with murder
Didn't pay attention, didn't see the police chase. I do remember hearing the verdict in 1996? I was in my dorm room, my roommate just woke up from a nap and my dad came to take me to lunch. The lights in our room were not on...why do I remember that?

15 years old at the time of the World Trade Center bombing
I don't really remember it happening, I just remember seeing the news with people coming out of a smoking building with black soot on their faces.

12 Years old during the fall of the Berlin Wall
Again, don't really remember the details, just remember seeing the news with people all over the wall breaking it apart. Looked like one heck of a party.

8 Years old when the space shuttle Challenger exploded
I remember coming home from school and my Mama was watching the news. I sat in the back of the room (the TV was under the front window at the time) sitting on our beige rug and playing with these blue geometric shaped objects my Mama was using for her math class. That image of the explosion will stay with me forever as they played it over and over again.

Oh yeah, and by the way, I am 60 years and 9 months younger than Walter Cronkite.


Saturday, February 11, 2006

New signs Lily is growing up.

Again, I can't believe how quickly this little girl is growing up...
1. Rice cereal in the morning and night-two tablespoons!
2. The binky stays in the crib almost all day now.
3. Oh how she LOVES to look at those feet, and she eats them too.
4. I think that she is starting to know her name, I think.
5. She is sitting up on my lap right now, , bv nvbfvf mn mn ,k (the phone just rang-that was Lily typing-no I swear, she was). Oh and she can sit up on her own too (as long as I am nearby to prevent diving baby).
To see proof of her growing up, see picture below. Hey if you can, why not?

Thursday, February 09, 2006

The results are in...

Deep in the back woods of Cuyahoga Falls where I live (hee hee Susie) the results are in from our trapping extravaganza. We caught four raccoons, two oppossums, one squirrel, and the neighbor's cat. As a side note, when I made the bait for the trap we caught a great big raccoon. When Bj made the bait, he caught the cat :p although I must say I am very impressed with his manly duty of letting out the crazy squirrel. Click here for great pictures of our tale.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Yep, gonna be a reader.

Not that I posed this one at all...

Funny Stories

For the full "tail" :0 of The Adventures of Raccoon and Squirrel, please see Bj's Blog Pictures and everything!!

Friday, February 03, 2006


We caught one! We caught one La la la la la, our journey to no raccoons, is almost done!

Yep, sing that to Journey to Ernie:)

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Talk about random thoughts...

Thank you to {Decorate Your Soul} for introducing me to this super cool site here is my creation. So cool!

Trapping and random thoughts

So as you may know we have some extra residents in our house which we are trying to get rid of-and no it is not the cats or my DH;) So far we have successfully trapped an opossum, a very angry squirrel, and the neighbor's raccoons. I do have to report that Bj is a whole lot braver than I thought as he is the one who let the squirrel out of captivity...let's just say that I was safely tucked away inside for that one.

I have in front of me one of my bills from a company that thinks we live in Wyaligota Falls. No clue how they got that out of Cuyahoga. We just think it is too funny to change.

The other day Lily's binky hit the floor and simultaneously Bj and I started singing "Let the binkys hit the floor!" NOT that either of us listen to that kind of music, but it was an interesting reference. I think that the real song goes "Let the bodies hit the floor?" Again, not that we listen to that...

Every time Bj trips on something (or nothing) lately, he says "Like a gazelle!" and does some graceful "prance" away. It is really funny...he is going to be so happy that I just said that he prances...

In the past two weeks Lily has found her feet (and chews on them all the time) rolls over, has her 3D vision and can grap EVERYTHING, and likes to try to put her binky in MY mouth.

My Gap store, the one where I worked 45 hours in three days to open as a Merchandising Manager, went out of business. Yes it was probably fated after NINE store managers in five years, and an Assistant Manager who stole THOUSDANDS AND THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS from the store (more than enough to buy a HORSE), but I am still a bit sad.

I am trying very hard to learn how to knit. My mama is teaching me. Sadly, she is not there at 10:30pm when I screw up (again) and don't know how to fix it. I really need to learn how to fix problems. Perhaps I would finally end up with a finished product.

I love Project Runway. Go Daniel, go Daniel, GO!