Friday, August 29, 2008

Obama's Been Rick Rolled

I didn't create it, it isn't a political statement, but it is darn funny. At least to me, and this is my blog, dang it!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Top Ten Reason to Get Out of Bed.

Let me think...why do I get out of bed...

10. I have to go to work. Evil plans don't hatch themselves.

9. Coco has to go out and will not stop licking my face/Sophie has to go out and won't stop "talking" to me. Roy won't get up and do it.

8. Can't find the remote.

7. Roy's freakishly loud snoring is redirecting air traffic.

6. I have to pee.

5. Dough in any form...donuts, toast, pancakes, french toast, muffins, soufflé...okay soufleé isn't technically dough, but it's still worth getting up for.

4. One of my daughters are lying in a pool of their own sick. And they might drown in it. And the smell has drifted to my room. And it's on the carpet - or if you're like my sister, on the door handle...

3. Alien abduction.

2. Denzel needs me. Doesn't really matter why.

1. Birth Control. Lots and lots of birth control.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Tagged by TBM

Seven things about me...

1. I am just as proud to be a Canadian as you are to be American.

2. I am obsessed with BBC America.

3. I can tie a knot in a cherry stem with my tongue.

4. Sarah's Patio Red from Chrysalis is currently my favorite wine.

5. I grew up Catholic and got to be on the TV show Mass for Shut-ins when I was 10.

6. My Dad was one of the funniest and smartest men ever - he gave up everything to be a teenage dad. He's still my hero.

7. I don't really like "store-bought" cookies, only homemade. The only exception is Oreo - mmmm, Oreo's.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Insults of the Day

In the past 2 weeks I have been told, overheard or been told of the following:

Are you bringing your friend? Yeah you should so you won't hang around with us.

(My daughter's friend, who needs her filter fixed, to another girl in the Youth Group)

You have the body of a 12 year old boy. Not in an attractive way. (Said to my friend P - a triathlete - by a male co-worker. So, there is a way a 12 year boy is attractive to you? ewww)

Your boobs really are too big. They're real? (Seriously? Yes they're real. One word if you paid for boobs and they look like mine - MALPRACTICE.)

Wow, you really have put on weight.

Yeah, the music at church doesn't really work for me. What's the point of it really? No offense.
(You know I'm on the Arts team right? Why do people think it's okay to say whatever they want if they say "no offense" first? If that makes it okay, then just let me say your breath smells like a dirty diaper. No offense.)

There's more, but I've buried them so I can function without my latent Tourette's taking over.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

I'm Baaack.

K, so I spent last week in the Bahamas. Sounds glamorous, maybe exotic. Hold it. This was no vacation- it was a service project/missions trip through my church. For several reasons which cannot be listed since the internet is not as anonymous as some like to think, : ) - let it be sufficient to say it was a full week, and leave it at that. Rough start to the trip - American Airlines lost our bags, one of the leaders on the other team joining us had a grand mal seizure, a second leader got the flu and a body washed up on shore in front of the hotel. This was the first 24 hours. Welcome to the Bahamas mon. Things improved significantly after that - no more corpses, autopsy reports - (one of the girls on the other team thought it would be a good idea to give John Doe mouth-to-mouth, despite the fact he'd been in the water for a couple of days...). The biggest hurdle for us after that was the breath-taking heat. Don't get me wrong, I live in Virginia, it gets hot here. But the Bahamas in August has the climatic equivalent to a dryer full of towels halfway through the cycle. Seriously. Next time you - or whoever you con into it - does a load of laundry, open the dryer when the towels have been tumbling for about 20 minutes and take a nice deep breath. That hot, wet, suffocating feeling is how the Bhamas feel this time of year. I haven't walked around with underwear that soggy since before I was potty trained. Don't get me wrong - Nassau is a beautiful place and New Providence is a beautiful island. The people are warm and friendly, very gracious hosts. It's just HOT this time of year (It's hurricane season) - last Thursday was 111 when you factor in the heat index, and dang it, if you were there you'd count it too.

All that to say, it's good to be home. I'm grateful for my friends who were kind enough to move into my house and take care of my daughters, my pool and my dogs, and I'm really grateful for the AC in my house and my car. And since in the Bahamas gas is over $6 & milk is over $8 a gallon - I'll stop complaining about prices - at least for a little while. Until I forget & start to take things for granted again.