Thursday, November 30, 2006
santa or satan
I must admit, she's not alone. I haven't been a big fan of playing Santa. The whole keeping secrets thing, false hope thing, disappointment when Santa had no money and couldn't even afford the lump of coal for your sock thing....
Not to mention having to stay up later than the kids in order to put the Santa gifts out. Huh. I'm almost old. I shouldn't have to stay up past my bed times just to make the young'uns happy. It's my Christmas, too.
Yeah, so anyway, now I'm wondering if maybe it's not a coincidence that Santa is Satan's anagram. (look ma! a big word from junior high english!)
Could this be the only way Beelzebub could wrangle an invite to Baby Jesus' birthday party?
Seems awful suspicious to me.
OH. MY. GOD.
So my tongue was perfectly planted in my cheek when I made my Santa/Satan comment...cuz I totally don't believe it but think it's kinda funny that they are like, anagrams. (look ma! I used that big word again. And properly!)
Anyway, I thought it would be funny to google Satan Santa and so I did. I wanted a picture of santa with horns or something. See, like this one...
But my google search brought up sooooo much more. Did you know people really believe Satan and Santa are the same because they are anagrams? (woohoo! 3 times, ma!) Really? I mean, really?Look at this quote from one of the sites*:
So talk to your children before it is too late! Tell them that Santa is no kindly old man; he is an evil demon. And next time your family sees some propped up gin-soaked vagrant in a Mall wearing a red suit with white furry cuffs, set a good example and witness for the other deluded people waiting in line. Loudly, rebuke him! Announce to all the children in the store "Not only is Santa a lie, he will ravage you sexually, drink your blood and drag your palpating carcasses down to Hell with him!" It is only through setting a good example that we can put the Christ back in Christmas.Are you freaking kidding me? Seriously? Telling the kids that Santa is a vampire rapist with a first class ticket on the handbasket to hell is putting the Christ back in Christmas? Really?
I'm laughing so hard right now, I think I peed a little.
*Edited to add:
This is from a satirical site: Landoverbaptist.org and I quoted it cuz it summed up the absurdity of Santa being Satan perfectly.
However, if you want some sites who do believe Santa is Santa, just google it. Amazing. Truly. See, I guess I'm still a little naïve...
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Wednesday, November 29, 2006
i was naïve, okay?
My mother was in 1st grade when she found out about Santa. It still amazes me that she opened up a dictionary and looked him up. "A mythical character..." yup. So then she looked up the word mythicial...and sees the word "imaginary".This from a 6 year old. And she is still the least romantic and most analytical person on earth to this day.
Santa Claus is the most romantic notion ever, if you think about it. (Ladies, just look at him!) And yes, 5th grade is probably a little old to really still believe in him, but boy, I did.
I can tell you one thing is for sure--if I hadn't found out about Santa before I got the houseshoes instead of the Mr. Microphone, I would've certainly stopped believing then.*
So, when did you stop believing? Do you remember?
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Tuesday, November 28, 2006
holiday tag!
1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate? Um. The only thing good about egg nog is the bourbon and that goes just as nicely in my Cocoa, tyvm.
2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? Santa has no time to waste on wrapping. He spits in the face of wrapping!
3. Colored lights on tree/house or white? I used to be a white light kinda girl. Then I decidedmy language was colorful, so my Christmas lights should be, too. Viva la Colour!
4. Do you hang mistletoe? Nah. I have a hard enough time keeping Fishdog away from me now. He don't need no stinkin' misletoe.
5. When do you put your decorations up? Whenever the weather is nice. Shoulda done it this past weekend, but we shoulda done lots o' stuff this past weekend. Probably will happen this coming weekend.
6. What is your favorite holiday dish? Is it food? Then I pretty much like it.
7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child: Hmmm. I dunno. I can tell you it wasn't the year I opened the gift that I just KNEW would be my Mr. Microphone (the only damn thing I wanted that year) and it turned out to be a pair of quilted houseshoes. I. Was. Devestated. (I suppose if that's my worst Christmas memory ever, then I've led a pretty sweet life, huh?)
8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? Oh. My. God. Can I just tell you how upset I was when I found out? I was in 5th grade. (Yes, 5th grade) and I found my letter to Santa with items crossed out and prices next them in my mom's handwriting. I did the whole drama queen thing and grabbed the letter and huffed outside. I angrily showed Mom the evidence and said, "Don't worry. I won't tell Michael." (my younger brother) Mom said, "Oh honey, he's known for two years."
Sigh. How sad is that?
9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? No. It's Christmas Eve. Not Christmas. Do you open one birthday gift on your Birthday Eve?
10. How do you decorate your Christmas Tree? I'm with Maureen on this one. Not sure I understand the question...but Drunk is a good answer. I'll go with that.
11. Snow! Love it or Dread it? Love it but we never see it. This is Mississippi, you know. When we do see it, it's gone in two days. Now, I like it that way...I'd hate to live where snow was on the ground for months at a time. That means it's cold for months at a time. I don't dig cold.
12. Can you ice skate? Yes. Actually, I took ice skating as a Physical Ed credit in college. I had great legs that year. Oh, and a fantastic ass. Hmmm. Maybe I should take up ice skating again...
13. Do you remember your favorite gift? It was the year
14. What’s the most important thing about the Holidays for you? Friends, family, and food. Not in any particular order.
15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert? Um, is it dessert? Then it's my favorite. The one thing I don't like...DAVINITY. Gak!
16. What is your favorite holiday tradition? I dunno. We're still working on our traditions, I think.
17. What tops your tree? I can't remember. It changed last year.
18. Which do you prefer giving or receiving? I love to give gifts. I love knowing I did just the right gift for everyone. But who am I kidding, I love getting them too.
19. What is your favorite Christmas Song? Bob and Doug McKenzie's 12 Days of Christmas.
20. Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum? YUM!
So, I tag Kate, Feist, Louisa, and Pam Trader!
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Monday, November 27, 2006
kink
I thought it was my arthritis at first. (Yeah, yeah, save the old lady jokes for later.) It could just be my back telling me to find the treadmill again because my ass has grown exponentially since Thursday. (Look ma, I used a big word! hope I spelled it right...) Or it could be that I've been sitting in the same spot for three days writing.
*ding ding ding* I think we have a winner.
So, yes, I've been writing. And yes, I have the revisions and the outlines to show for it. But apparently I also have kink. You know, I blame Peaches. She wanted to be wined and dined and taken for a lovely walk. She pretened she didn't want me to smack her around and call her a dirty bitch.
And I obliged, like a good little writer.
And she repays me with kink.
I think Peaches liked getting spanked more than she admitted.
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Sunday, November 26, 2006
english tea
I'm a coffee girl. I heart waking up to a brewing pot o' joe. The only thing that makes waking to the smell of coffee better in the morning is waking to the smell of coffee brewing alongside the smell of breakfast cooking.Yesterday I used the last of the coffee. I made a mental note to run to the store later and get some more--then promptly forgot about it.
This morning, I wake to the memory of my mental note. Sigh. No coffee. And frankly, I just wasn't motivated enough to head to the store at 7:00.
I needed a coffee substitute. I rummaged in my cabinet looking for the proper warm drink, thinking hot cocoa might do the trick. And that's when I found the English Tea I kept in stock when the lads were here.
So, I heated some water and had my first cup of English Tea. And yes, I even tried it with a little sugar and milk.
Not bad. Not a replacement for coffee, but definitely not bad.
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Saturday, November 25, 2006
my date with peaches
It seems my inner artist misses taking pictures. So, when I asked Peaches out on for our Artist's Date, she requested I bring a camera.
Here are some of my favorite pictures from our walk:
The plants are confused about whether it's spring or fall. My trumpet vine and roses are blooming, but my lantana has long since retreated for its winter nap. Many of the trees have lost all their leaves, while some are just beginning to change.
My favorite part of the walk was listening to the leaves crunch beneath my feet. The sound gave the walk texture. It took me back to childhood--to a time when I would rake leaves into piles larger than life and jump in them for hours.
One thing photography does for me is it allows me to look at an object from a different angle or through a different filter. And today it helped me realize that I needed to apply that same philosophy to my current scene. Gee, I should get out more often.
To see all the pictures we took on our walk today, go here.
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meet peaches
God, my well needs refilling.
Today, I'm gonna wine and dine my inner artist. (Her name is Peaches, btw.) Okay, frankly, I'm not gonna wine and dine her. I've tried that...she's refused. I am going to take a walk with my camera and just see what happens. (must recharge the battery. hang on, doing that now.)
I'm back and I'm hoping my camera won't have the only recharged battery in this house after my walk.
Some folks call their inner artist their "muse". I hate that word. I dunno why...but it bugs the crap outta me when I hear someone say, "My muse isn't talking."
Slap the bitch. Come on. You're the pimp--she works for you!
Haha. Yeah, like that really works.
After wining and dining didn't work, I tried the physical method. I sat down and forced her to work like the dog she is. Funny, I don't think Peaches liked being forced to do anything. And she took offense to being called a dog.
My bad.
Poor Peaches. She just needs some time away to relax.
So do I.
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Friday, November 24, 2006
wahpigsooie!
We have bookend losses for the season. A record of 12-2 is nothing to sneeze at. I just wish we woulda played a better game today.
That's okay, cuz we're still playing the Gators next week for the SEC Championship. I'll gladly give up the boot for the big dance down Victory Street. There's a lot to be said for dancing barefoot.
Guess I'll finish watching the Nebraska game so I can send a report overseas.
Go Huskers.
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battle of the boot.
at 1:30 CST, my little piggies will face LSU Tigers in Little Rock, AR. How I wish I could be there...
But I'm not, so I'll just watch the battle of the boot from the comfort of my couch while I stuff my face with leftovers.
Woooooooooo Pig Soooooooooie!
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Thursday, November 23, 2006
mmmmmmmmm
4 of the 20 were vegetarians, so I fixed some vegetable soup and some stuffed butternut squash. (which was, by far, my fave thing on the menu.)
We also had some vegetarian stuffing (made by my momma and it was YUMMY) and some vegetable soup, salad, and rice.Not to mention the usuals.
Kagan and his lovely wife brought 2 million pies. Okay, so really it was only 6 but seriously, it coulda been 2 million. Here's what's left over.
I cooked a turkey and a ham. Here's what's left over.
Mmmmm turkey parts for good stock....
Mmmmm Turkey and ham for good sandwiches.
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Tuesday, November 21, 2006
saying thanks...
Pick a card designed by a kid.
Xerox will print it out on a post card and mail it to a soldier in Iraq who will be away from his/her family during the holidays.
What a great thing to do for the troops.
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Monday, November 20, 2006
and a big fat check later...
But tonight, I went Thanksgiving shopping along with every other resident of Oxford, MS. Good LORD. Why do I like hosting Tgiving again? Sure we don't have to travel, but I'm thinking the cost of fuel for the 3.5 hour drive to Little Rock and back is still WAY cheaper than what I just spent on Tgiving groceries. Not to mention the fact that I could just bring a pie and everyone would be happy.
And I make good pie.
But no. We're hosting. Because I like it--or so I say.
Ham. Turkey. Rolls. I'm making some new cookies this year, thanks to the lurvely Kristen Painter. I'm not making pie this year cuz one of our co-workers loves to bake and offered to bring them. I'm not making dressing--my mom brings that along with a funky veggie salad thing that's really rockin'. Mark's mom brings the greenbeans. Apparently, I don't make them like she does. LOL
Oh well. It's not about the moola. It's about friends and family. It's about being thankful.
So, everyone has to list 5 things they are thankful for. Kids/family are implied.
I'll start:
- True Friendship
- Waking up every day
- The Seasons
- My imagination
- Love at first sight
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soooo excited!
Can I tell you how happy I am that Chris Daughtry's album is being released tomorrow? I'm first in line. Check out his my space here.
His official website here.
And listen to his album here. (it's the 6th album in the new releases)
I heart Chris Daughtry.
Now for a fun little jab at American Idol winner Taylor Hicks, check this out. Jib Jab and Weird Al got together and this is their baby:
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Sunday, November 19, 2006
not so happy feet
This movie DISTURBED ME.
Here's the review I posted on IMDB. If anyone sees this movie and comes away with a different view, please, PLEASE, let me know.
This movie had potential.
Unfortunately it tuned into a story with too many stereotypes, clichés, and messages to count. It lost focus.
I'm not sure what I expected from the previews other than a sweet story and a few laugh out loud moments.(I got to laugh out loud, but for the wrong reasons.)
The setting was Antartica, right? So why was the Penguin leader Scottish? And why did we have the country bumpkin Penguin and the LATINO Penguins? And when I say it was full of stereotypes--trust me. You don't want to see the leader slap the Latino Penguin and tell him
to go back to his side of the world where he came from.
Not to mention Mumble (Happy Feet) being told not to do his dance thing because he's different. "It's just not penguin." Different is bad. Different isn't welcome here. But Mumble says he can't change and asks them to accept him the way he was born. So the dad blames himself for
making him different. And I never felt that was truly resolved to a point a kid would understand.
This movie is anti-any-religion but Christian as well. The tall Penguins worship their god "The Great Wind" and the Latino Penguins have Lovelace. Both are proved to be "false gods" when Mumbles returns to his home. And what is the first structure then Penguins see when they get to the human side of the world? A Church. Yup.
And if anyone can sit through the traumatic scene of watching Lovelace tossed about between two Orcas by the six-pack plastic rings around his neck without wincing, then I'm amazed. Every adult knows that penguin would've been dead. Of course, he lived...but that was honestly the
worst thing I've watched in animation before.
And lets not forget how dark and disturbing this movie is. There were several kids under the age of 6 who were terrified in some spots. And bored in others. It's wildly inappropriate for anyone under the age of 7.
One last comment before I get off my soap box. This movie had a good message to deliver, if it would've just delivered it. It could've been a great "anti-polution" movie and global warming educator. Instead, it was depressing (yes, depressing)and preachy. It was a lesson in how
not to do an animated film. If you want to show your children a good anti-pollution story--see Ferngully.
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Saturday, November 18, 2006
clinched! and and well, a really bad movie...
As I said to my friend Marley, we'll give the Gators some sweet pork ass to chomp on...that's all they're gonna see as the great #5 carries that ball all the way to Victory Street!
Woo Pig Sooie!
Now, on another note entirely:
DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, SUBJECT YOURSELF TO THE MOVIE (not so) HAPPY FEET. Unless of course you like a movie that is slow on the uptake, full of clichés, and tries too hard to teach too many lessons. If I could give this movie a negative rating, I would.
And when I'm talking about clichés, I mean BAD ones. Like having Latino Penguins who are slapped and told to go back to their side of the world where they belong. Yeah. Great message there.
The only good thing about the movie is the music and the occasional laugh out loud joke by Robin Williams. That's it.
I want those two hours back. I'd rather eat toenails than go through that again.
Painful.
Oh. So. Painful.
Not so happy.
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Friday, November 17, 2006
oh so you're too embarrassed to out yourself...
A friend of mine, who shall remain nameless, (for the moment) admitted to me today that she really, really wanted to post her secret lurve on my blog, but then decided it was best not to.So, I made her confess it to me.
O. M. G.
I seriously might've kept it to myself, too. Poor girl. She had a crush on Billy Ray Cyrus. And I'm not talking about the Billy Ray of today (which, admittedly, is MUCHO! better than the Billy Ray of yore). I'm talking about the super-mullet-achy-breaky-heart-it-could've-been-me Billy Ray.
Okay, he's always looked like the redneck George Michael to me. Anyone else see the resemblence?
Or maybe George Michael was the mullet-less Billy Ray? Hmmm. Who knows? I do know that of the two, GM was much sexier than BR. (back then. and if I had to choose. which I don't, thank God) Of course, I think it's the mullet thing that throws me. BR of today has no mullet...and I think he could be sexy if he weren't, you know, Billy Ray.But I digress. My friend, who still remains nameless because as she says she's still single and really doesn't need this strike against her, had a crush on super mullet BR. I know, she was
young. I mean, we've all had private crushes on someone that we've been (maybe) a little embarrassed about. (I suppose now is the time I could confess that I have had a crush on Eminem (or Marshall Mathers, depending on who you talk to) In my defense, look at that body! How could you not have a crush on him?Anyway, my anonymous co-worker had a crush on Super Mullet Man when she was a kid. I suppose that is enough to forgive her. I didn't have a crush on Eminem until I was an adult...but then I have always had a thing for younger men. (Sorry Fishdog)
And I did (do) like Air Supply. And Barry Manilow. And a few others who shall remain nameless (like my friend) unless I have another beverage tonight. I guess what I'm saying is, I shouldn't cast stones. (Though I'm throwing some fuckin' stones...I don't care. Billy Ray!!??)
okay, I'm gonna switch gears for a second.
Today was a good day (except for at work--ugh--I'm a little behind). Anyway, it was good because Simon emailed me. It was great to hear from him. We chat about once every 10 days or so, but the email was nice. His knee is better and he had a training session with Birmingham City. Plus, he's coaching two teams. A U-12 team and a ladies' team.
I actually chatted with both of my lads today. Grant has been working a lot. He's only been "out" three times since he's been home. Poor baby. We chat a couple of times a week.
I love hearing from both of them. I miss them both terribly. Ridiculous, really. I look forward to talking to them on the phone again soon. Not that I'll be able to understand them--especially Simon and that awful (I mean fantastic) Brummie accent. But it'll be great to hear their voices.
It's awesome to know they still care--that they want to keep in touch.
Okay, I'm sentimental tonight. I blame it on the pish (as my dear wee laddie, Grant, calls it); I mean--the Pale Ale.
Oops, I just admitted to drunk blogging. Where's Miss Feisty when you need her? Oh yeah...Pebble Beach.
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way back machine
I totally listened to some Air Supply this morning. And you know what? I loved every second of it.I was in 6th grade when Air Supply came to Little Rock, AR. It was my very first concert and my momma took me. She figured it was Air Supply--should be pretty tame. Imagine Mom's shock when the girl sitting next to her asked permission to smoke a joint.
See, Air Supply fans had manners. I don't remember anyone at the miriad of concerts I attended after that asking MY permission to smoke a joint...
Anyway, now that y'all are laughing your ass off at the fact that I'm outing my love affair with Air Supply--let me ask you something. What's your secret and possibly embarrassing lurve? Come on...you can share. I won't tell a soul. Really.
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Thursday, November 16, 2006
it's official!
Just the other night I teased you with a vague announcement of congratulations for a dear sweet and very naughty friend of mine...Well, break out the real bubbly because Naughty Kate Pearce is officially an Aphrodisia Author!
I can't tell you how happy this makes me. Kate is super special and nobody deserves it more.
Way to go, my friend. I can't wait to share a glass of bubbly with you in person this summer.
xx
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today in oxford, ms
Gray looming clouds. Gnarled tree branches swaying in the wind.
It's not gonna snow, of course. A cold front did come through and it's a brisk 39 degrees, but it's not gonna snow. We only get that about twice a year, and usually it's gone by the next day.
I love snow, in small amounts. I'm not a winter girl. I'm not one of those who wishes to live atop a snowcapped mountain in my cabin that is only accessable by snowmobile 6 months out of the year. I don't want to have to wear insulated underwear everyday. I don't want to have to dress like a 7-layer burrito just to go buy groceries. I wouldn't mind visiting for a week, but truly, that'd be enough for me.
Give me sand, sun, and surf. Flip flops year around. Heat warming my cheeks when I step out of my refrigerated house. Little beads of sweat (okay, big beads of sweat) dotting my forehead while I take a jaunt down the shoreline. The smell of salt in the air.
When I hit the lottery--it'll be all mine.
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Wednesday, November 15, 2006
3 cheers!
I can't hold in my excitement.Since it's not my place to make the announcement for a dear friend of mine, I'm just gonna offer free glasses of cyber-bubbly and wait for her to get over the shock of today.
I'm sure she'll share the news with everyone once she returns from her trip to the moon. BTW, phone reception from the moon is surprisingly good.
Until then, enjoy the bubbly.
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ate. too. much.
Today's choice--cheese dip.
I ate way too much. I'm now as full as a tick and I need a nap.
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washing away
Yup. Tornados.
Now, I'm one of those weirdos who happens to love storms. I get a thrill when the pressure drops and the hair on my arms stands to attention. I suspect that if I lived on the coast I'd be a little like Lt. Dan during a hurricane. Maybe not. But I do love storms...
It's not the rain and the lightning you need to fear. It's the quiet.
And right now it's so quiet, my hair is standing on end. I have a feeling Mother Nature is about to throw one helluva temper tantrum. Good thing I don't work in an all glass building. Oh wait...I do work in an all glass building. At least I'll see it coming.
EDITED TO ADD: Mother Nature decided to throw her fit all around us--but not on top of us...Dammit woman! I was in the mood for a storm!!! Okay, I apologize for that. I'd hate to tempt fate and have Mother Nature whirl a twister our way just to give me my storm...
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Tuesday, November 14, 2006
i can see clearly now.
I had my eyes checked yesterday and my sight has IMPROVED. Now, I'm not complaining--trust me. But it just seems strange.
Frankly, I can't tell. I take off my glass and the world becomes an out of focus blur of shapes and colors. I can't see anything unless it's close enough to my face to touch my nose.
So, I'll take any improvement I can get.
As much as I love the fashion statement a good pair of specks can make, I'm really considering Lasik surgery. Anyone out there have any words of wisdom when it comes to Lasik?
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Monday, November 13, 2006
sports
I heart my Arkansas Razorbacks.
I heart the fact that my little piggies are now ranked #7 in the BCS poll and #5 in the AP poll.
Woo Pig Sooie!
I would also like to take a moment to give a shout out to the Houston Dynamo for taking the 2006 MLS Cup.
Have you heard about the David Beckham rule? Did you know that MLS is trying very hard to woo David Beckham and Luis Figo to play somewhere in America? (possibly for LA Galaxy)
I'm thinking having Beckham in the states might change the way much of America views soccer. Especially the female half of America. Of course, he's no Fabio Cannavaro...but he'll do in a pinch.
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Friday, November 10, 2006
warning...sentimental moment ahead
My eldest son is 12.
He was born almost 4 weeks early and weighed a mere 5lbs 6oz. We lovingly called him the tree frog for the first year of his life.
Tonight, Fishdog took him to buy shoes. He's wearing a size 10.
a 1o!
Fishdog wears a 10 1/2 and his twelve year old son is in a 10????
Where did my baby go?
Now, don't get me wrong...I don't want another baby. I'd rather eat glass than be pregnant again. Or breast feed. Or change another diaper. Yeah, I was not one of those "I love pregnancy" women. (personally, I think those women have been brainwashed by aliens...but that's another blog) And age and gravity are doing a fantastic job of ruining my breasts on their own without the assistance of a greedy mouth tugging them downward at an even greater rate of speed. And changing one or two diapers a year is fine...but if I did that with my own kid, I think I would get into a little trouble.
More often than not, I'm ready to pass go, collect my $200, and skip adolscence completely.
But I have to say, seeing my son in a size 1o shoe broke my heart a little. Sniff. He's not my little tree frog anymore. Well, he is--he's my tree frog with canoes for feet.
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it's friday, i'm in love....
What's going on with everyone? Any news you wanna share?
This is gonna be a busy weekend. We're hosting a couples baby shower tomorrow afternoon, plus My Little Piggies are playing Tennessee tomorrow at 6:00...which kinda sux because the shower is from 4-7. I hope the couples will understand when Fishdog and I keep leaving the room to check out the score...
Speaking of the Razorbacks...you can help a Razorback win The Heisman:
Vote for Darren McFadden. Woo Pig Sooie!
I wanted to be witty in today's post...but I just don't seem to have any wit left. I think I lost all my wit in a werewolf fight.
So, entertain me. Enlighten me. Educate me.
Talk to me. Tell me what's going on...
And go vote for Darren McFadden.
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Thursday, November 09, 2006
getting lost
The only thing I'm disappointed in is that we have to wait until February for more...but once February gets here, we'll have 16 weeks of uninterrupted Sawyer--er--I mean, LOST.
OMG.
Kate and Sawyer were so hot last night. Seriously. I'm gonna rewatch it today just to warm up.And finally Jack is manning up and not being such a puss. I was so sick of his whining over the last two seasons that I really hoped they'd just kill him and put him out of my misery. But now, I'm slowly getting back on the Team Jack bandwagon.
Holy Cow, I wanna be Kate. That scene with Sawyer in the cage would've been so worth the beating...
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Wednesday, November 08, 2006
sometimes...
No matter what Grant and Simon will say to the contrary...Mmmmmm. Purrrrrrrrrrfect.
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politics
However, I will celebrate this one little thing:
Ha Ha. Fred Head didn't get elected.
I hope Fred learned a few valuable lessons.
- Don't mess with Romance Writers. Especially in Texas.
- If you're gonna spend all that time calling your opponent's novel porn--then don't post the "pornographic excerpt" on your website without the standard "must be 18 to view" warning. Otherwise children might read the excerpt and then you'd be promoting porn to minors. If you really believed it to be porn, that is. Which we all know you didn't.
- Grasping at straws does not make a good campaign strategy.
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Tuesday, November 07, 2006
buffalo parts
Rader is his biggest fan. He cracks himself up on a daily basis. Rarely can he go five minutes without giggling over something he just thought of.
Sense of humor runs deep in our family.
Many of you will remember my blog from last year where he apologized to his teacher by creating her a masterpiece. He drew a donkey and at the head he put "this is you" and at the rear he wrote "and this is what I've been". Yes, my 8 year old called himself an ass to his teacher, in writing, and got away with it.
Because the child is just funny.
Last night he was working on a project for his Insights class. They are currently studying Native Americans and he is doing a project on food.
He decided to use a Buffalo and label all the parts and then he'll explain how the entire animal will be used. Nothing went to waste.
So he drew a sketch of the Buffalo and labeled it last night. And I just have to share it with you.
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Yes, the buffalo has a goatee and tail fluff. I'm very curious to see his explanation on exactly how those parts didn't go to waste...and I'm not even gonna touch the fact that I was clueless about the location of the buffalo's abdomen.
BTW: when he showed me the picture, he was cracking up waiting for me to notice the "go-tee".
posted by Mel Francis @ 8:24 AM |
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Monday, November 06, 2006
le sigh
This weekend was a total bust for me as far as accomplishing anything. I pretended to write all day yesterday. I was way too distracted. I blame the devil.
Then Ms. Feisty and I had a nice chat for a while yesterday afternoon.
After being sloth-like all day, I finally decided to do something productive. So I cooked some Spaghetti Bolognese and everyone seemed happy. Even the boys. Which means I did a good job of hiding the olives.
I then folded put away a basket of laundry. *shock! gasp!*
But it was time for Desperate Housewives and Brothers and Sisters so I reclaimed my sloth-like position on the couch and fried my brain with some excellent brain-frying TV. (I enjoyed both shows last night immensley. And frankly, I'm glad that girl bit it in DH.)
Please tell me you set a better example of productivity than I did!
posted by Mel Francis @ 8:16 AM |
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Sunday, November 05, 2006
today's a day for writing
I will stay off the Romance Divas' forum. I have to. Sure I spent most of the morning there "catching up", but no more. I have writing to do.
I will stay away from RWA Online today. I will not be tempted to rush in and announce the winners of the 2007 BOD election without final approval of the current board. I will not be tempted by the conversations of cabana boys and all the lovely pictures that have been posted.
And, no matter how hard Madame Nocturne tries...I will not be lured back into the land of Vampires and Werewolves. At least not for a few hours.
Am I glad to be back among the Divas? You betcha. But after four hours of hanging out there, I can see exactly why I stayed away.
Kristen Painter is an evil temptress. You have all been warned.
posted by Mel Francis @ 12:01 PM |
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Saturday, November 04, 2006
happy birthday...