The first thing I saw when I entered the front desk area last night was this in the pic to your left. Apparently Jesus works for Comfort Inn and forgot his hammer. Silly Jesus, he's a good hard working carpenter but I guess a tad forgetful. I'll make sure to give his sledge back to him when he comes in in the morning, but not till he answers a few questions about the meaning of life for me. Maybe what heaven is really like and if my name is written in "the book of life," that sort of thing.
Seriously though, Hispanic Catholics do NOT play around when they name their kids after biblical folks. Why go with Noah or John or Paul when you can head strait on in and name your kid Jesus? I wonder if they ever feel blasphemous when they're pissed at their kid and say "Crap! Jesus is being a real asshole today!"? Or what if you were married to a Jesus and got in a fight and said "Go to hell Jesus!" ?
Somthin' ta think about.
I'll be naming my future-not-yet-conceived son "Noah" by the way. I decided that today. Chino doesn't know yet but I'll tell him eventually. It was the same with Daisy, I knew what her name was going to be about four months before she was even conceived. (Please god don't let me get knocked up in four months -amen. And please forgive me for making fun of Mexicans naming their kids after you but...well come on - amen)
Speaking of my little piglet, she's taken not only to drinking and driving, playing with her jewelry while driving - but texting while driving as well.
Teach 'em young.
At least when she's texting and driving she's NOT driving over to the garbage can where she may or may not have taken out a dirty diaper to chew on. *ahem*
She's worse than the dog.
Also - Look at her bad ass form still trying to learn to crawl, she's working so hard!
Check out that form - go baby go!!
Granted, she always ends up like this -
*Aheherrrm,* yes btw she is indeed not wearing a diaper - WHO NEEDS 'EM?? Lol no, just playing, she had some diaper rash starting to form and the only way to keep it from spreading like wild fire is to let her go diaper free as much as possible. If she happens to pee on the blanket (we have extras in case) we wash it, she has a happier booty and everybody's happy.
After the flop she'll quickly degrades to this.
Poor baby, and mommy just takes your picture.
"Hold that pose, yes, good face baby, this'll be nice for mommy's blog. Just a second that one was blury, let me take another and I'll pick you up then - just holllllldddd stiiiilllll.........got it!"
I've got the motherly love thing down pat!