Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
But just to brighten your day, I'm going to send you to a fun little link. This one speaks for itself. Literally.
The site will open, and just click on the horses. If you time them just right, it sounds kinda cool.
Someone has WAYYYY too much free time on their hands, that's for sure!
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Today I came across a fun meme. It's called Top 3 Thursday and it was brought to me by Confessions of a Working Mom and The (Un)Experienced Mom. Each week they set the tone for your Top 3 lists. This week's theme is all about getting in touch with all our QUIRKS. At first I thought, man, I've got nothing. My brain was drawing me a ______(blank)_______.
After having that little pep talk with Brain, I started getting these images of me doing some pretty quirky things. They may not be the most outrageous things imaginable but for a girl that's as laid back as me, it's not gonna get too weird anyway.I said to my brain, "Brain, don't fail on me now! Work with me. I need a post and I know there's got to be something a little off about me. It's pretty obvious to everybody else so surely you'd be smart enough to pick it up too. They don't call you a brain for nothing! So, come on get with it!"
- I can't stand to be barefoot. I hardly ever kick off my shoes and relax my feet. My shoes are with me til the very last minute of the day. Socks are really dear to me too. I've got to have some on my feet 24 / 7. But not in the shower of course or on the beach. Too bad though. That would have really been quirky....
- I can't stand stepping on a wet floor (of course with my bare feet). YUCK!!!! Just thinking about it makes me cringe. But you know what, now that Brain has me thinking about, wet floors are gross with or without bare feet. I wish the hubby would dry up a little more before stepping out of that shower. (shiver, shiver)Wet socks are gross too!
- I think I think too much....... if I were a contestant on American Idol, I'd be as stiff as a doorknob. (stiff as a doorknob....is that how you say it???) I don't even know if any of that sentence above makes sense at all. Maybe I don't think as much as I thought I thought. Ok, I think my brain has officially punched out for today.....
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Whaaaaaat? Jelly beans aren't on your diet?
Well, they aren't on mine either but who cares? Spring is coming!
So I hope y'all have a lovely day today and pretend that this is a post about something relevant. You know, like it always is.......... :0)
If I had the time and the creativity (and the energy) I would do a whole post about the kind of diets that they should have out there.
You know, like the chocolate diet.
The good book diet.
The sunshine and cool diet pepsi diet.
The no-exercise diet.
You know, a fun diet.
Instead, I'll let you write the post today. Feel free to leave any comments about the kind of diet you'd like to be on!
Monday, March 15, 2010
There'd be much less fuss over what to wear... t-shirt, button down, polo?
There'd be fewer shoe decisions: tennis shoes again!
I could wake up in the morning with my face lookin perfect.
But no matter what, the one thing that I'd miss the most.... is that title of "MOMMY." I could never trade that.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
But seriously. Bluetooth? Shouldn't it be called BlueEAR? Because if you talked on the phone long enough without taking a breath, wouldn't your face turn blue, not to mention your ear?
That said, I think I need one.
I mean, think about it. I could drive in my car and talk to myself all day long and no one would ever know about it. I could sit at the stoplights in my car and sing songs and talk and laugh, and people would think I was talking on the phone.
I could walk through grocery stores and talk to myself and no one would think it strange. They would just assume I was talking on my Bluetooth. My hair is long enough to cover my ears and I could probably pretend I have one and no one would know I didn't.
I need one. I just don't like sitting at stoplights, singing along to the cd (or the radio) and having people see me sitting in my car, all alone, and know that I am singing along to it.
It's kind of embarrassing.
It's kind of like singing in the shower. Only without the water. And of course, you're dressed and in a car with an audience next to you.
Who is laughing at you because you're all by yourself singing in a car.
Not that I sing in my car, of course.
Not that I talk to myself either.
That would be pathetic.
I never talk to myself........well, hardly ever and I never argue with myself because I always win and I am a sore loser.
If you want me I'll be in the car. Singing and talking to myself. Feel free to laugh and point.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
He doesn't fool me. I can tell a difference. The margins are off. There's duplicate photos. The headings aren't where they should be and everything is sqooshed together. And now this new guy has the nerve to even put surveys on MY website.
I didn't approve this!!!
AND I DON'T know who YOU think you are, but there's no US and you're NOT helping me one bit!
How could he just take control like that?! Does Google NOT remember how LONG it took me to put it all together?! And NOW he wants ME to clean up his mess?!!!!
So, now I have a BIG decision to make. Should I stick it out and try to work things out with this new Mr. G. Sites or should I just say, "YOU'RE FIRED!", and be done with it. That sounds like a better option. Besides, who needs the hassle when I could hire Mr. Blogger to keep up with all my cakes. He seems to be doing a great job here and at Pieces of Me.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Sometimes I notice that my husband has pulled the covers up over his head when sleeping. How can he do that? Ugh. I just need to breathe, man. I need fresh air.
As a turtle pulls his head into a shell, my hubby just sort of pulls his head in under the shelter of the covers. Like it's his own private little cocoon. So maybe he's a butterfly. Or a moth. :0) Do you think he does it because I'm snoring? Am I snoring?
He is more than happy to pass this quirk down to the next generation. Yesterday morning I walked past my son's room and the only part I saw sticking out from under the covers was his knee. Like turtle like son.
This can be quite entertaining when hubby is pulling the blankets up to cover his head, and I am pulling them down to uncover mine.
Oh, and might I mention that I am a blanket-stealer?
I didn't know that until my husband pointed it out one morning soon after we married. Fortunately for me he was smiling. He was also pointing out who had all the covers. Me.
That means I win, right?
He (she) who has the most blankets wins.
I wonder if he's still smiling.....
Monday, March 1, 2010
I was wondering if it was possible to get people to ONLY leave comments in alphabetical order. I know... weird thought to even wonder about.... but is it possible? Would people really obey, listen and wait their TURN to sign? It would require Andrea or Angela to go first.... and then possibly Bridget would pop in next. Then Carrie or Cathy or Carol could be third (and fourth). Darcie could be next. Then for E, we can get the OTHER Erica to come comment. Some might totally miss their turn and be annoyed with me. We might get to a letter and get hung-up.... like when we got to Q. Who could sign then? Well, I know a Queen Mumma blogger... so she starts with Q.
Anyway, I decided to quit wondering and put you bloggers to the test. Now if you get stuck, you can contact your friends (or some of the ones I've mentioned) that start with 'that letter' and tell them to get over and leave a comment just so we can get this thing moving again.
Now let's see how far we can get. No cheating, Ladies!!! Miti and Mimi, you can fight it out for the M slot. Nan, you may go right after them. And Tarah, you'll have to wait a bit longer than them. You may comment right after Stephanie!