Timing is Everything

As you all know, this blog is titled 'Seckmans Say What' and when it began it was not only me posting blogs. My other half used to contribute.

The reason he doesn't contribute may be my doing. You see, we were driving down the road one day and we were having a conversation about .. I don't know, probably something to buy at Target .. and he made some mention about never even blogging. I simply said that I had been considering yanking his rights from our blog anyway because his blogs are boring and I just hadn't found the right time to tell him.

Apparently that was not the right time.

He gave me this 'you're going to make me eat generic ketchup to save a buck?' look and said "Wow." That was it - just "Wow." I laughed, trying to make like it never came out of my mouth as a serious idea but it didn't work. Damage was done.

Since then he has emailed me rather funny stories and I always respond - BLOG THAT! - but he doesn't. I don't know if he's trying to scold me for threatening to banish him or what. Today's baked potato story is especially funny but I doubt you'll get the privilege of hearing it.

Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on him. That post about his geek watch was.. err.. riveting? It is impressive that he can do the mathematical functions that he does. And its essentially a job requirement for him. It's just not a blog requirement and if anyone can tell me how to broach this subject politely please tell me.

Now, here's for hoping he finds the humor in THIS post... Otherwise I might be locked out of my house when I get home tonight.

Nothing to Blog About...

I can't seem to think of anything blog-worthy. It's blogger's block. Nothing truly blog-tastic has happened lately. Only things that would be lost in a blog-version of the event.

Like the time Elliot got so angry about something that he literally cleared the coffee table with a forceful swipe of his arm. You don't get the "I could kill you but I don't even know what that means" look on his face - anger, frustration and Hell-No-I'm-Not all mixed together. And how do I explain that I couldn't stop laughing and had to hide my face while Fred was calling me a bad mommy without marring my perfect image?

His new noise and hand gestures for firetrucks is adorable.. but how does one blog about that? Anytime he sees, hears or thinks he sees or hears a firetruck its a quick intake of breath followed by 'whasat' and then "wee oo wee oo wee oo" while his jazz hands are moving up by his shoulders. See - was that cute? Really? It's sure a hoot when he's doing it.

Or how about how he keeps wearing my 'sues' around the house. Much to my surprise, he walks rather well in them. We did manage to get a video of that but I haven't bugged Fred to shrink it down yet to fit on here. Thankfully he's sticking to my running shoes and not the heels...

Now that I've tucked you all into bed with this boring nigh-night story, I'll sign off.

Addicted...

Fred thinks I'm addicted to Facebook.

While out loud I say "Oh quit it, I am not!" I am internally saying geez, took him long enough to notice.

He's even suggested I get the new blackberry so that I can have Facebook at my fingertips. Please, like I would actually want that. Oooh, can I? Please?

Then, I rationally think but then what would I do at work all day??

Is She Pregnant?

Thanks to the surgery, I am swollen and left with gas in my belly that is making me appear about 3 - 4 months pregnant. I'm also burping uncontrollably like I'm 9 months pregnant. I went shopping to find some looser fitting shirts but with the current styles out there I looked more prego than ever.

I've already fielded the question once. Most people know that its surgery related and these are the very same people that know I have no desire to be pregnant again.

What bugs me is the looks I'm getting. I walked to lunch yesterday and noticed the looks - right at the belly and the inquisitive face that says "Is she or isn't she?" without speaking a word. I feel the need to make a shirt that simply says "No, I'm not. Thank you for staring."

However, I am a believer of the old if you can't beat em, join em theory. I blamed the baby for making me eat some candy yesterday (baby was hungry). Baby was blamed again last night when I had a pain in my stomach (it must have kicked) after lifting Elliot before I was supposed to. I wonder what else this invisible baby can get me...

It's Fair Time - JoCo Style

Elliot and Fred went to Tecumseh yesterday to partake in Johnson County Fair activities and check out the animals. I napped, watched tv and updated flickr. Fred came home last night and Elliot stayed so that we could get some things done and I could ease back into "normal" life without bladdie.

In my email today, I got a cute video. While its not plagiarism, it is a copyright issue for me to post this online. I sure hope Fred's Grandma Judy doesn't leave me a nasty message on my blog. Anyway - it's short, but cute.

Now be honest - did you play it more than once and did you catch yourself wanting to wave back at him? I know I did.

And, yes, I plan to work the word plagiarism in until I'm over that jerk.

Just Another Manic.. Saturday

Yesterday was my first day home alone - and, ironically, was also the day of the most visitors and phone calls. My hubby called to check in on me, some girls from work came over (with a cookie cake in hand!!), Aunt Donna called, Kelly called to chat, Tina and the kids came over and then Fred and Elliot got home. I loved it!!

As I sit here typing, Elliot is in his crib screaming with defiance to adjust that snarky little attitude of his this morning.

I hate that I can't be the one to rescue him. I'm in the midst of this strict no hold, no carry, no pick up (virtually, no interaction at all) thing with him, doctor's orders. And, I don't think my belly and its missing parts could handle it.

Fred is currently negotiating with Elliot that he will NOT do anything cool, fun or exciting while he naps if he'd just nap. HA. I think Elliot knows that as soon as his little eyes shut we're out in the living room having truck races, playing in the sink and painting like crazy. He's on to us. We've been blown.