The New Phone Books are Here! I'm Somebody Now!!
I couldn't fall asleep last night. I wanted to; I just couldn't. I tried everything in my arsenal. I said all the states in alphabetical order. I said all the state capitals in alphabetical order. Then REVERSE alphabetical order. NOTHING.
It was time for the big guns. I counted backwards from 1299 to 0. Twice. Still nothing. By now it was midnight and I was just a little cranky, frankly. I started listing 5-letter nouns - in alphabetical order. (Yes, I lack imagination). STILL NOTHING.
Somehow I came up with the thought of that game "Six Degrees of Separation." I figured if everyone is connected to Kevin Bacon by 6 degrees or less, then they must be connected to me in the same way. Surely I'm as popular as Kevin Bacon.
It didn't take long (seriously, about 5 minutes) before I made a 2-degree connection between me and Oprah. That's not something I'm proud of, but it does help where I'm going with this. See, in my former life as an insurance agent, I worked at a company with a branch in Columbia. And one of the employees that I mingled with every Christmas for 5 years had a daughter who just up and vanished one year. It was huge news here. And he managed to get on Oprah to talk about it. And you know what that means...
I am only 3 degrees of separation from every single person who has ever been on Oprah. Hello, Will Smith. Hello, Harry Connick Jr. And most importantly, Hello, Jon Bon Jovi!!!
(Let's all just reflect for a moment on the hotness that is Jon Bon Jovi. OK)
Needless to say, this little exercise didn't do much to help me fall asleep. But it sure made me feel important for about 3 minutes.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Top 5 Things That Jingled My Bells This Christmas
1. Spanky got a TV video game "thing" that is like a bad Wii...but it's still pretty cute. It has boxing, baseball and tennis. Watching the kid try to beat the video boxer had me on the floor in stitches this morning.
2. Every single time FrogBoy opened a gift, regardless of whether he knew what it was or not, he exclaimed, "OH, THANK YOU!!! It's just what I've ALWAYS wanted!!"
3. We had 4 generations of my family - the tapestry that makes it up on the holidays - sitting in my aunt's den watching "The Best of Weird Al Yankovick" videos. THAT was awesome!
4. I got the best card ever from Zach. It was a Hannakuh card. He carefully went through and replaced "Hannakuh" with "Christmas" to make it holiday-appropriate.
5. I got furry lined Crocs. VERY nice.
Last year, my grandmother was in the hospital, so we couldn't all be together at my aunt's. Thanksgiving, Spanky and SuperHubby were home sick. Today we were all together - and relatively healthy - so that was superb.
On the way home, I decided to stop by my mom's house. Her husband worked all day, so she'd been alone. We managed to surprise her and it was PRICELESS.
And we saw SuperHubby's mom and grandpop...which we normally do, but on some other day than Christmas Day. They came to our house this morning.
So it was a very busy day, but very wonderful, and I'm super-thankful for all my family, even though most of them drive me nuts on a regular basis. If it weren't for them, what would I write about?
1. Spanky got a TV video game "thing" that is like a bad Wii...but it's still pretty cute. It has boxing, baseball and tennis. Watching the kid try to beat the video boxer had me on the floor in stitches this morning.
2. Every single time FrogBoy opened a gift, regardless of whether he knew what it was or not, he exclaimed, "OH, THANK YOU!!! It's just what I've ALWAYS wanted!!"
3. We had 4 generations of my family - the tapestry that makes it up on the holidays - sitting in my aunt's den watching "The Best of Weird Al Yankovick" videos. THAT was awesome!
4. I got the best card ever from Zach. It was a Hannakuh card. He carefully went through and replaced "Hannakuh" with "Christmas" to make it holiday-appropriate.
5. I got furry lined Crocs. VERY nice.
Last year, my grandmother was in the hospital, so we couldn't all be together at my aunt's. Thanksgiving, Spanky and SuperHubby were home sick. Today we were all together - and relatively healthy - so that was superb.
On the way home, I decided to stop by my mom's house. Her husband worked all day, so she'd been alone. We managed to surprise her and it was PRICELESS.
And we saw SuperHubby's mom and grandpop...which we normally do, but on some other day than Christmas Day. They came to our house this morning.
So it was a very busy day, but very wonderful, and I'm super-thankful for all my family, even though most of them drive me nuts on a regular basis. If it weren't for them, what would I write about?
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Super Support
So yesterday, as I was driving SuperHubby home from physical therapy, because I am a kind, considering, caring wife that way, I told him about something I was thinking about doing. A little writing venture that I felt like God might want me to take on. And do you know what the love of my life did?
He laughed out loud.
Guess who's walking next week?
So yesterday, as I was driving SuperHubby home from physical therapy, because I am a kind, considering, caring wife that way, I told him about something I was thinking about doing. A little writing venture that I felt like God might want me to take on. And do you know what the love of my life did?
He laughed out loud.
Guess who's walking next week?
Monday, December 17, 2007
ShopFest 2007
Every year, a month or two before Christmas, my mother-in-law (The Smurf) and I spend a good portion of the day shopping. Sometimes the boys go with us (we don't get much accomplished when that happens); other times, it's just the two of us, which is a glorious thing.
This year, we didn't get to do our annual shopping until this past weekend. That's right, the second weekend before Christmas, and we were out in the craziness. What's worse was that I had no choice...because of SuperHubby's physical therapy schedule, the Mom Taxi has been running overtime up and down the highway, which meant no time to shop. You can't exactly buy presents for your kids when they're always with you.
So Saturday we left at 8:15 a.m. First I went out and got my family breakfast (donuts and coffee for SH, munchkins for the boys) and a newspaper. I picked The Smurf up at 8:15 and we hit the ground running. We shopped. We thought we would drop. But we didn't. Long story short, we got home at 9:30 p.m. - and neither of us was even slightly tired. I think I could have gone for several more hours, but at that point I was done.
Yep, I managed to put off 90% of my shopping until the week before Christmas, and I got it all done in one day. We even hit some super sales. Who knew? I'm usually done with my shopping in August, so this was a whole new experience for me.
To all those who still have shopping to do, I feel for you. It's crazy out there. I don't plan on going back outside until December 26. But I will say ShopFest 2007 was a raging success. And a new tradition may have been born.
Every year, a month or two before Christmas, my mother-in-law (The Smurf) and I spend a good portion of the day shopping. Sometimes the boys go with us (we don't get much accomplished when that happens); other times, it's just the two of us, which is a glorious thing.
This year, we didn't get to do our annual shopping until this past weekend. That's right, the second weekend before Christmas, and we were out in the craziness. What's worse was that I had no choice...because of SuperHubby's physical therapy schedule, the Mom Taxi has been running overtime up and down the highway, which meant no time to shop. You can't exactly buy presents for your kids when they're always with you.
So Saturday we left at 8:15 a.m. First I went out and got my family breakfast (donuts and coffee for SH, munchkins for the boys) and a newspaper. I picked The Smurf up at 8:15 and we hit the ground running. We shopped. We thought we would drop. But we didn't. Long story short, we got home at 9:30 p.m. - and neither of us was even slightly tired. I think I could have gone for several more hours, but at that point I was done.
Yep, I managed to put off 90% of my shopping until the week before Christmas, and I got it all done in one day. We even hit some super sales. Who knew? I'm usually done with my shopping in August, so this was a whole new experience for me.
To all those who still have shopping to do, I feel for you. It's crazy out there. I don't plan on going back outside until December 26. But I will say ShopFest 2007 was a raging success. And a new tradition may have been born.
Friday, December 14, 2007
How Smart Are You?
This is a quiz for people who think they know everything. These are not trick questions.
My mother sent me this quiz. I was really impressed with myself because I got most of the questions right. I only missed two.
How smart are you? Extra points if you can guess the 2 I missed...
1. Name the one sport in which neither the participants nor the spectators know the score or the leader until the contest ends.
2. What famous North American landmark is constantly moving backward?
3. Of all vegetables, only two can live to produce on their own for several growing seasons. All other vegetables must be replanted every year. What are the only two perennial vegetables?
4. What fruit has its seeds on the outside?
5. In many liquor stores, you can buy pear brandy, with a real pear inside the bottle. The pear is whole and ripe, and the bottle is genuine; it hasn't been cut in any way. How did the pear get inside the bottle?
6. Only three words in standard English begin with the letters "dw" and they are all common words. Name two of them.
7. There are 14 punctuation marks in English grammar. Can you name at least half of them?
8. Name the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen, canned, processed, cooked or in any other form except fresh.
9. Name 6 or more things that you can wear on your feet beginning with the letter "s."
I told my mother not to send this to The Professor. If he gets more than me, I'll cry in my cereal until morning. However, I really don't see that happening. Without the incessant ticking of the Jeopardy clock, I believe I may have him beat!
This is a quiz for people who think they know everything. These are not trick questions.
My mother sent me this quiz. I was really impressed with myself because I got most of the questions right. I only missed two.
How smart are you? Extra points if you can guess the 2 I missed...
1. Name the one sport in which neither the participants nor the spectators know the score or the leader until the contest ends.
2. What famous North American landmark is constantly moving backward?
3. Of all vegetables, only two can live to produce on their own for several growing seasons. All other vegetables must be replanted every year. What are the only two perennial vegetables?
4. What fruit has its seeds on the outside?
5. In many liquor stores, you can buy pear brandy, with a real pear inside the bottle. The pear is whole and ripe, and the bottle is genuine; it hasn't been cut in any way. How did the pear get inside the bottle?
6. Only three words in standard English begin with the letters "dw" and they are all common words. Name two of them.
7. There are 14 punctuation marks in English grammar. Can you name at least half of them?
8. Name the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen, canned, processed, cooked or in any other form except fresh.
9. Name 6 or more things that you can wear on your feet beginning with the letter "s."
I told my mother not to send this to The Professor. If he gets more than me, I'll cry in my cereal until morning. However, I really don't see that happening. Without the incessant ticking of the Jeopardy clock, I believe I may have him beat!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Christmas List
A friend of mine sent me one of those emails where you answer the questions and forward it to all your friends...then hopefully they'll do the same...and you'll all learn something new about each other. I don't have that many friends, so I figured I'd just put my answers on my blog and maybe some random stranger in Michigan might read it. How fun.
This is a Christmas dealio, hence the blog title. Here we go...
1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Both
2. Real tree or artificial? Real - although one year I tried to convince SH and the boys we could just paint one on the wall
3. When do you put up the tree? 2-3 weeks before Christmas
4. When do you take the tree down? Before January 1, preferrably December 26
5. Do you like eggnog? GROSS
6. Favorite gift received as a child? I don't recall any specific gift, but my grandparents and aunt used to give us an ornament every year on Christmas Eve. I still have all of those.
7. Have a nativity scene? Yes - at my aunt's house. I get to visit it every year until she dies - then I get it back.
8. Hardest person to buy for? My grandmother
9. Easiest person to buy for? FrogBoy - Legos all the way
10. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I had a boyfriend in high school who gave me a board game called "Intimate Commands" - in front of my parents - as a joke. It wasn't funny.
11. Mail or email Christmas cards? REAL cards - the only way to go - with pictures!
12. Favorite Christmas Movie? Scrooged, with Bill Murray. If you can get past the language, it's a great story.
13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? August
14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? No...that takes all the fun out of it
15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Used to be Grandmama's stuffing...now it's Aunt Linda's stuffing...someone probably needs to teach Ann how to make it eventually
16. Clear lights or colored on the tree? Colored
17. Favorite Christmas song? It's a tie between Joy to the World and Hark! The Herald Angels Sing.
18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Home - everyone's here, so it's great
19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? OF COURSE
20. Angel on top of the tree or star? Angel
21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Just 2 options? Seriously. We have Christmas with my mother, my family on my dad's side, Adam's mom (all before Christmas) and then at our house Christmas morning.
22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? Vendors accosting me in the mall. I'm a get in, get your gift, get out kind of gal.
23. What I love most about Christmas? Watching my kids open their presents.
24. Best Christmas dessert? Grandmama's boiled custard.
I think that's about all for this little quiz. Sorry there's nothing overly interesting there...but that's what gets it for me at Christmas.
A friend of mine sent me one of those emails where you answer the questions and forward it to all your friends...then hopefully they'll do the same...and you'll all learn something new about each other. I don't have that many friends, so I figured I'd just put my answers on my blog and maybe some random stranger in Michigan might read it. How fun.
This is a Christmas dealio, hence the blog title. Here we go...
1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Both
2. Real tree or artificial? Real - although one year I tried to convince SH and the boys we could just paint one on the wall
3. When do you put up the tree? 2-3 weeks before Christmas
4. When do you take the tree down? Before January 1, preferrably December 26
5. Do you like eggnog? GROSS
6. Favorite gift received as a child? I don't recall any specific gift, but my grandparents and aunt used to give us an ornament every year on Christmas Eve. I still have all of those.
7. Have a nativity scene? Yes - at my aunt's house. I get to visit it every year until she dies - then I get it back.
8. Hardest person to buy for? My grandmother
9. Easiest person to buy for? FrogBoy - Legos all the way
10. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I had a boyfriend in high school who gave me a board game called "Intimate Commands" - in front of my parents - as a joke. It wasn't funny.
11. Mail or email Christmas cards? REAL cards - the only way to go - with pictures!
12. Favorite Christmas Movie? Scrooged, with Bill Murray. If you can get past the language, it's a great story.
13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? August
14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? No...that takes all the fun out of it
15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Used to be Grandmama's stuffing...now it's Aunt Linda's stuffing...someone probably needs to teach Ann how to make it eventually
16. Clear lights or colored on the tree? Colored
17. Favorite Christmas song? It's a tie between Joy to the World and Hark! The Herald Angels Sing.
18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Home - everyone's here, so it's great
19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? OF COURSE
20. Angel on top of the tree or star? Angel
21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Just 2 options? Seriously. We have Christmas with my mother, my family on my dad's side, Adam's mom (all before Christmas) and then at our house Christmas morning.
22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? Vendors accosting me in the mall. I'm a get in, get your gift, get out kind of gal.
23. What I love most about Christmas? Watching my kids open their presents.
24. Best Christmas dessert? Grandmama's boiled custard.
I think that's about all for this little quiz. Sorry there's nothing overly interesting there...but that's what gets it for me at Christmas.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Help Needed
I have somehow managed to screw up my blogger settings - again. I can no longer choose which font I want to use, and whenever I try to bold something, it inserts a little dealio that I can't even copy here, because then I get an HTML error.
So if anyone know what the stink I've done, please help me.
I have somehow managed to screw up my blogger settings - again. I can no longer choose which font I want to use, and whenever I try to bold something, it inserts a little dealio that I can't even copy here, because then I get an HTML error.
So if anyone know what the stink I've done, please help me.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year
I love Thanksgiving. It is by far my most favorite holiday. You get all the great food (usually) with all the great family time, but where we live, you can still wear shorts. That's nice. You don't have to rush around to a million places (at least we don't), and you don't have to schlep anything with you but your kids and whatever dishes you signed up to bring to the meal. Again, very nice.
But the best part of this time of year is that I get to start organizing for the NEXT year. Oh baby! I have to hold myself off from August to November, but once we hit Thanksgiving, all bets are off. At least in August I can appease myself with new school supplies and the joy that comes from (a) smelling and (b) organizing new pencils and packs of notebook paper. But I digress.
The thing that really makes my heart sing is gearing up for a new year. I get to have all new, fresh, unwritten-on file folders. My Quicken program starts on a new year. Two words: NEW DAYTIMER!!! A new year is a thing of beauty.
I know, most people dread filing away the old and starting over with the new. But I crave it. So does my brother. (It may be inherited.) I have finally managed to convince Spanky to let me help him organize his room by telling him that we have to make room for all the Christmas gifts he's going to get. Oh, like you never lied to your kids just to get some simple enjoyment out of cleaning their room?
FrogBoy is pretty well organized. He likes his Legos just so...and before he goes to bed at night, he fills the 8 (yes, 8) boxes back up and stacks them neatly on the storage cubes in the corner of his room. I guess that's a huge blessing of autism...even if he doesn't really like to do it, I only had to tell him a couple of times and now it's a routine...so he's going to do it. It's ingrained in his innermost being. I love that!
If you need me between now and January 1, I will probably be sitting at my desk organizing my papers - with a huge grin on my face (commonly referred to as the Salley grin). Oh happy day!
I love Thanksgiving. It is by far my most favorite holiday. You get all the great food (usually) with all the great family time, but where we live, you can still wear shorts. That's nice. You don't have to rush around to a million places (at least we don't), and you don't have to schlep anything with you but your kids and whatever dishes you signed up to bring to the meal. Again, very nice.
But the best part of this time of year is that I get to start organizing for the NEXT year. Oh baby! I have to hold myself off from August to November, but once we hit Thanksgiving, all bets are off. At least in August I can appease myself with new school supplies and the joy that comes from (a) smelling and (b) organizing new pencils and packs of notebook paper. But I digress.
The thing that really makes my heart sing is gearing up for a new year. I get to have all new, fresh, unwritten-on file folders. My Quicken program starts on a new year. Two words: NEW DAYTIMER!!! A new year is a thing of beauty.
I know, most people dread filing away the old and starting over with the new. But I crave it. So does my brother. (It may be inherited.) I have finally managed to convince Spanky to let me help him organize his room by telling him that we have to make room for all the Christmas gifts he's going to get. Oh, like you never lied to your kids just to get some simple enjoyment out of cleaning their room?
FrogBoy is pretty well organized. He likes his Legos just so...and before he goes to bed at night, he fills the 8 (yes, 8) boxes back up and stacks them neatly on the storage cubes in the corner of his room. I guess that's a huge blessing of autism...even if he doesn't really like to do it, I only had to tell him a couple of times and now it's a routine...so he's going to do it. It's ingrained in his innermost being. I love that!
If you need me between now and January 1, I will probably be sitting at my desk organizing my papers - with a huge grin on my face (commonly referred to as the Salley grin). Oh happy day!
Purse Ponderings
Let's get something out of the way right up front: this blog is 100% about purses. If you're a guy, you may not be interested...but I bet you'll keep reading anyway.
I've been pining for a leather Fossil purse for quite some time now. Since I can in no way afford a leather Fossil purse, I snuck it onto my Christmas list, thinking there was no way I'd ever get it. There's a puppy on that list too.
Anyway, my aunt and my grandmother decided that if that's what I really want...which of course, it is...they would give me money toward a leather Fossil purse. It is my job to find the purse of my dreams. And while that sounds like a relatively simple task, given my love for purses, in reality it is almost as difficult as deciding what to name my children.
This past weekend I was at the Fossil outlet store in North Charleston. I don't normally like the outlet mall, but remember, I needed Fossil, and I can't afford it without it being from the outlet store. So I dealt with it.
Now I've been drooling over several bags at this particular store for quite some time, but never paying much attention, because I knew I couldn't afford anything. This time was different. This time I was checking every tag. And I found my dream purse. Hallelujah. The angels sang.
Of course, they only had one left in the style and size I want. And it is tan. TAN. What a lovely non-color. Wouldn't you think, if you were going to make the perfect bag, that you would offer it in an array of colors? Like red, mainly? But no. They have TAN.
So I've been mulling over my decision for several days now. Do I go with the perfect bag in NOT RED, or continue looking for a red bag and possibly never find The Perfect Bag again? What to do? Sometimes life just isn't fair.
Let's get something out of the way right up front: this blog is 100% about purses. If you're a guy, you may not be interested...but I bet you'll keep reading anyway.
I've been pining for a leather Fossil purse for quite some time now. Since I can in no way afford a leather Fossil purse, I snuck it onto my Christmas list, thinking there was no way I'd ever get it. There's a puppy on that list too.
Anyway, my aunt and my grandmother decided that if that's what I really want...which of course, it is...they would give me money toward a leather Fossil purse. It is my job to find the purse of my dreams. And while that sounds like a relatively simple task, given my love for purses, in reality it is almost as difficult as deciding what to name my children.
This past weekend I was at the Fossil outlet store in North Charleston. I don't normally like the outlet mall, but remember, I needed Fossil, and I can't afford it without it being from the outlet store. So I dealt with it.
Now I've been drooling over several bags at this particular store for quite some time, but never paying much attention, because I knew I couldn't afford anything. This time was different. This time I was checking every tag. And I found my dream purse. Hallelujah. The angels sang.
Of course, they only had one left in the style and size I want. And it is tan. TAN. What a lovely non-color. Wouldn't you think, if you were going to make the perfect bag, that you would offer it in an array of colors? Like red, mainly? But no. They have TAN.
So I've been mulling over my decision for several days now. Do I go with the perfect bag in NOT RED, or continue looking for a red bag and possibly never find The Perfect Bag again? What to do? Sometimes life just isn't fair.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Thank-Full
After a very strange Thanksgiving, I am finally getting around to updating my blog. Normally I'd be too bloated to blog for at least 2 days after turkey day, but this year, my family tried something a little different...bizarro Thanksgiving.
You know how every year someone manages to screw up the dish they're bringing...so you just do without that particular food item that year? Okay, that was this year...except it happened to EVERYONE. Which meant that my meal consisted of stuffing and corn casserole.
On top of that, SuperHubby was still suffering from severe vertigo, which meant he felt terrible and wasn't going to go to my aunt and uncle's for lunch. Turned out that was okay, because Spanky woke up, ate breakfast, and promptly puked all over the place. So it was just me and FrogBoy as far as Fitzgeralds went this year.
Then my dad, who always adds a little levity to the situation (usually not intentionally), managed to knock over a vase, which shattered into a million pieces. And my grandmother's husband knocked into a shelf, which deposited knick knacks on his head. Oh my.
Still, I managed to come up with a list of things I am thankful for this Thanksgiving. Here, in no particular order, I give you...
After a very strange Thanksgiving, I am finally getting around to updating my blog. Normally I'd be too bloated to blog for at least 2 days after turkey day, but this year, my family tried something a little different...bizarro Thanksgiving.
You know how every year someone manages to screw up the dish they're bringing...so you just do without that particular food item that year? Okay, that was this year...except it happened to EVERYONE. Which meant that my meal consisted of stuffing and corn casserole.
On top of that, SuperHubby was still suffering from severe vertigo, which meant he felt terrible and wasn't going to go to my aunt and uncle's for lunch. Turned out that was okay, because Spanky woke up, ate breakfast, and promptly puked all over the place. So it was just me and FrogBoy as far as Fitzgeralds went this year.
Then my dad, who always adds a little levity to the situation (usually not intentionally), managed to knock over a vase, which shattered into a million pieces. And my grandmother's husband knocked into a shelf, which deposited knick knacks on his head. Oh my.
Still, I managed to come up with a list of things I am thankful for this Thanksgiving. Here, in no particular order, I give you...
- School holidays. Yes, I know I'm not in school. But I love it when my kids don't have homework and can just enjoy themselves for a couple of extra days.
- Horse therapy. This has been an amazing thing for FrogBoy the past couple of months. Today I asked if he wanted to go feed the horses at my aunt's house and he said "SURE!" On the 4th of July, they dragged him out there kicking and screaming. And that hasn't been the only change...he has gained incredible confidence and skill in riding. It has truly been a blessing.
- Caller ID. Remember what I said about my dad?
- Purses. Daytimers. Boxes and bins and rubbermaid storage totes. No explanation necessary.
- My aunt's stuffing. Previously known as my grandmother's stuffing, until my aunt took over making it. Even this year, when it was a little runny and I forgot to bring home the gravy for my leftovers. The only thing I don't like about it is that I only get it twice a year.
- Fantastic hair. We all know I have it, but now it's out there.
- My job. I was talking to the Smurf (my mother-in-law) last week, telling her that Geoff (boss #1) was back from India, and how glad I was about it. She gave me a quizzical look. I told her I couldn't help it, but I miss my boss when he's away. Then I mentioned that Shawn (boss #2) would be out the entire week of Thanksgiving...and I would miss him too. She told me I had always enjoyed my job way more than she could understand. I started thinking about that and realized that I do love my job, but I also really enjoy the people I get to work with. And that is a really cool thing.
- Jon Bon Jovi. Oh my. What can I say? JBJ is quite possibly the most gorgeous specimen God ever created. He's extremely talented, has been married to the same woman for a bazillion years, and doesn't do stupid stuff, at least not so the media gets ahold of it. And did I mention he's gorgeous? And he knows he's hot...but in that precious, little boy way, not a cocky way. That makes him even more hot.
- Gifts. Not presents, gifts. When Geoff came back from India, he brought me a gift. Shawn recently pinky-swore (in front of witnesses) that I would be the first person not involved in his book to read his book. Gifts are from the heart and tell me the person was thinking about me, even if it was extremely brief and fleeting. I'm not big into presents. I love gifts.
Of course, I'm also thankful for my family, mostly because they give me something to blog about...but also because they really are a lot of fun. Thanksgiving is the best holiday - it gives you time to reflect on what's important - like family. And Jon Bon Jovi.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Skinny Jeans
What a giant load of crap. A total misnomer. There is no such thing as skinny jeans.
Their name suggests that skinny jeans make you skinny, or, at the very least, make you look skinny. This is simply not the case. Skinny jeans are the jeans fat girls wish they could wear. The jeans skinny girls already wear. Which they call jeans.
It is just not necessary for these flightly little stick people to call them "skinny" jeans. It's not like I call my jeans "whale" jeans.
Let's not point out the obvious, people.
What a giant load of crap. A total misnomer. There is no such thing as skinny jeans.
Their name suggests that skinny jeans make you skinny, or, at the very least, make you look skinny. This is simply not the case. Skinny jeans are the jeans fat girls wish they could wear. The jeans skinny girls already wear. Which they call jeans.
It is just not necessary for these flightly little stick people to call them "skinny" jeans. It's not like I call my jeans "whale" jeans.
Let's not point out the obvious, people.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Sibling Rivalry
So I haven't posted in a while, and I have some really important stuff to say, but I just couldn't let this story pass...
Seems this couple was set to deliver twins...on Sunday. The first baby, a little boy, was born at 1:32 a.m. His sister was born 34 minutes later, but because of Daylight Savings Time, she was born at 1:06 a.m. (I'll wait while some of the slower folks do the math there).
So even though this poor kid managed to sneak out before his sister, and in reality he's 34 minutes older than her, all official records of their birth show her as being older. Isn't that the most bizarro thing ever? I wonder what the odds are.
Just shows you that girls will figure out a way to mess with their older brothers regardless of what it takes.
So I haven't posted in a while, and I have some really important stuff to say, but I just couldn't let this story pass...
Seems this couple was set to deliver twins...on Sunday. The first baby, a little boy, was born at 1:32 a.m. His sister was born 34 minutes later, but because of Daylight Savings Time, she was born at 1:06 a.m. (I'll wait while some of the slower folks do the math there).
So even though this poor kid managed to sneak out before his sister, and in reality he's 34 minutes older than her, all official records of their birth show her as being older. Isn't that the most bizarro thing ever? I wonder what the odds are.
Just shows you that girls will figure out a way to mess with their older brothers regardless of what it takes.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Now That's What I Call Music
A couple of weekends ago, I made a little trip to my brother's house and had him load up my MP3 player with songs. I did this for 2 reasons: (1) I thought SuperHubby might be going to the hospital and I wanted something to listen to, and (2) I am cheap, and didn't want to pay for the music.
So he downloads a bunch of songs that he had on his computer. One group that he rather enjoys is a local group, The Fire Apes. He enjoys them because his buddy, John Seymour, a teaching and running friend of his, is the lead singer. He actually also knows SuperHubby, but that's not the point.
The Professor (my brother, for those who can't keep up) and sis-in-law (if you can't figure this out, stop reading now - you're just stupid) have tried several times to get us to go to see The Fire Apes play. Unfortunately, it's usually "Hey, they're playing tonight, can you get a sitter and meet us there in 2 hours."
But I was really enjoying their style of music. I listened to a couple of songs. I also listened quite intently to every single 80s song (and Johnny Cash song) he downloaded for me. And then I saw it. My name. Right there on my MP3 player. Sweet.
I have mentioned before how completely un-skilled I am at anything and everything gadgety, which is actually the 3rd reason why I drove 30 minutes to get him to put music on my MP3 player. I was looking at my name and thinking, "Okay, so he has named this group of songs Lori. Makes sense." Then the music started.
Yes, my friends, The Fire Apes have written a song called "Lori." I am pretending it is about me. It's an awesome song and they even spelled my name right, so it doesn't matter that I've never met anyone in the band. They wrote a song about me! How cool is that??!!
Shut it. How many of you have songs written about you? Okay then.
A couple of weekends ago, I made a little trip to my brother's house and had him load up my MP3 player with songs. I did this for 2 reasons: (1) I thought SuperHubby might be going to the hospital and I wanted something to listen to, and (2) I am cheap, and didn't want to pay for the music.
So he downloads a bunch of songs that he had on his computer. One group that he rather enjoys is a local group, The Fire Apes. He enjoys them because his buddy, John Seymour, a teaching and running friend of his, is the lead singer. He actually also knows SuperHubby, but that's not the point.
The Professor (my brother, for those who can't keep up) and sis-in-law (if you can't figure this out, stop reading now - you're just stupid) have tried several times to get us to go to see The Fire Apes play. Unfortunately, it's usually "Hey, they're playing tonight, can you get a sitter and meet us there in 2 hours."
But I was really enjoying their style of music. I listened to a couple of songs. I also listened quite intently to every single 80s song (and Johnny Cash song) he downloaded for me. And then I saw it. My name. Right there on my MP3 player. Sweet.
I have mentioned before how completely un-skilled I am at anything and everything gadgety, which is actually the 3rd reason why I drove 30 minutes to get him to put music on my MP3 player. I was looking at my name and thinking, "Okay, so he has named this group of songs Lori. Makes sense." Then the music started.
Yes, my friends, The Fire Apes have written a song called "Lori." I am pretending it is about me. It's an awesome song and they even spelled my name right, so it doesn't matter that I've never met anyone in the band. They wrote a song about me! How cool is that??!!
Shut it. How many of you have songs written about you? Okay then.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Name That Van
In random-weird-stuff-happening-to-Lori news, several people have mentioned to me in the past couple of days about why I haven't given a moniker to my new van. Frankly, I've been thinking about it...but I LOVE this van, so nothing along the lines of The Suppository will do. (yes, I loved her too, but in an I-hope-she-dies-soon kind of way).
So I was talking to Geoff about it yesterday, and was explaining that my first thought was Freida - as in Frigid Freida - because that girl can blast the A/C, let me tell you. This is a good thing, since 3 out of 4 Fitzgeralds are very hot-natured. And SH doesn't get to drive my van that much.
Then FrogBoy mentioned that I needed to name the van. That was odd. His suggestion? Princess Mommy Mobile. I like it, but the initials (PMM for those of you who are really slow) are a little close to PMS, which would make more sense but is slightly hurtful.
I also thought of Maxine, although I have no reason other than I think it sounds cool.
So...any suggestions out there in blogworld? Certainly the 3 people who read this can come up with something. I'm counting on you to name my van...don't disappoint me!!!
In random-weird-stuff-happening-to-Lori news, several people have mentioned to me in the past couple of days about why I haven't given a moniker to my new van. Frankly, I've been thinking about it...but I LOVE this van, so nothing along the lines of The Suppository will do. (yes, I loved her too, but in an I-hope-she-dies-soon kind of way).
So I was talking to Geoff about it yesterday, and was explaining that my first thought was Freida - as in Frigid Freida - because that girl can blast the A/C, let me tell you. This is a good thing, since 3 out of 4 Fitzgeralds are very hot-natured. And SH doesn't get to drive my van that much.
Then FrogBoy mentioned that I needed to name the van. That was odd. His suggestion? Princess Mommy Mobile. I like it, but the initials (PMM for those of you who are really slow) are a little close to PMS, which would make more sense but is slightly hurtful.
I also thought of Maxine, although I have no reason other than I think it sounds cool.
So...any suggestions out there in blogworld? Certainly the 3 people who read this can come up with something. I'm counting on you to name my van...don't disappoint me!!!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Only Me
This morning, as I was driving to work (early - and alone - since FrogBoy has a bad case of the skitters, and there's a RULE that you can't go to school with the scoots) - I realized there was a funny noise coming from the front end of the van. Now I am very adept at noticing these things, although I am horrible at describing them, so I shut off the radio to get a proper feel for the noise before I put SuperHubby on alert.
Fast forward just a few minutes, and I am CONVINCED that there is something alive in my glove box. It sounds like it's scratching and clawing and trying to get out - and near me. It didn't help that FrogBoy had horse therapy yesterday and so OF COURSE a field mouse somehow must have gotten in my car and is too stupid to get out. Now I'm cussing mice while simultaneously figuring out how to escape the car without crashing into a tree.
Now, anyone who knows me knows that I am a total weenie when it comes to anything of the rodent variety. If you didn't, (a) now you know and (b) DUH!!! So I call SuperHubby, who you would think would be in a rather good mood (other than the possible brain infection issue) because who do you think got up at 4 a.m. with scooter boy? Certainly not my main man. Sometimes that whole deaf thing comes in really handy. But I digress.
So I call my knight in shining armor, preface the entire conversation by explaining that I know it's going to sound weird, but he's been married to me for a long time and should be used to it by now, and I'm just SURE something alive is in my glove box. Could he possibly meet me in front of the house and check it for me? (Okay, he may have been a little cranky because it was 6:30 a.m. and he's so NOT a morning person...but I had a mouse in my car - with me!!)
So I go home, and SH checks the glove box. Nothing. Then he checks the other glove box. Still nothing. I must say I was a little disappointed. I mean, honestly, there was something knocking around in there. He tells me to listen for the noise to happen again and take note of when it does it. Of course, it hasn't done it since.
Guess it just needed a little TLC from SH. And now I look like a big dummy that's afraid of the cell charger in my glove box.
This morning, as I was driving to work (early - and alone - since FrogBoy has a bad case of the skitters, and there's a RULE that you can't go to school with the scoots) - I realized there was a funny noise coming from the front end of the van. Now I am very adept at noticing these things, although I am horrible at describing them, so I shut off the radio to get a proper feel for the noise before I put SuperHubby on alert.
Fast forward just a few minutes, and I am CONVINCED that there is something alive in my glove box. It sounds like it's scratching and clawing and trying to get out - and near me. It didn't help that FrogBoy had horse therapy yesterday and so OF COURSE a field mouse somehow must have gotten in my car and is too stupid to get out. Now I'm cussing mice while simultaneously figuring out how to escape the car without crashing into a tree.
Now, anyone who knows me knows that I am a total weenie when it comes to anything of the rodent variety. If you didn't, (a) now you know and (b) DUH!!! So I call SuperHubby, who you would think would be in a rather good mood (other than the possible brain infection issue) because who do you think got up at 4 a.m. with scooter boy? Certainly not my main man. Sometimes that whole deaf thing comes in really handy. But I digress.
So I call my knight in shining armor, preface the entire conversation by explaining that I know it's going to sound weird, but he's been married to me for a long time and should be used to it by now, and I'm just SURE something alive is in my glove box. Could he possibly meet me in front of the house and check it for me? (Okay, he may have been a little cranky because it was 6:30 a.m. and he's so NOT a morning person...but I had a mouse in my car - with me!!)
So I go home, and SH checks the glove box. Nothing. Then he checks the other glove box. Still nothing. I must say I was a little disappointed. I mean, honestly, there was something knocking around in there. He tells me to listen for the noise to happen again and take note of when it does it. Of course, it hasn't done it since.
Guess it just needed a little TLC from SH. And now I look like a big dummy that's afraid of the cell charger in my glove box.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Good News / Bad News
Good News: MUSC still hasn't called
Bad News: We're only on day 8 (last time it took until day 14) and the neurologist thinks we're looking at an infection.
Good News: FrogBoy continues to do amazingly well with horse therapy. The teacher thinks he will be riding independently by December.
Bad News: His horse is 28 years old. That sounds really old to me.
Good News: Spanky continues to do exceedingly well in 7th grade.
Bad News: Spanky is almost 13.
Good News: I got 6 inches cut off my hair last week and it looks more fabulous than ever.
Bad News: I am still fat.
Good News: MUSC still hasn't called
Bad News: We're only on day 8 (last time it took until day 14) and the neurologist thinks we're looking at an infection.
Good News: FrogBoy continues to do amazingly well with horse therapy. The teacher thinks he will be riding independently by December.
Bad News: His horse is 28 years old. That sounds really old to me.
Good News: Spanky continues to do exceedingly well in 7th grade.
Bad News: Spanky is almost 13.
Good News: I got 6 inches cut off my hair last week and it looks more fabulous than ever.
Bad News: I am still fat.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
A Day in the Life...
a.k.a. WHAZZUP?!
Since I posted earlier in the week about SuperHubby, I thought I should probably post again to update everyone. This is mostly for my sanity, because I can't for the life of me remember who I've told what, although it also gives me another chance to call him SH, which his uncle apparently thinks means something ENTIRELY different from SuperHubby (I'll give everyone a minute to catch up - it took me a little bit, so all the nice people who read my blog - both of you - might have to email me privately). Suffice it to say, today, SH is acting like the 2nd meaning of the word.
Anywho, SH has been feeling lousy all week. Nothing new, so there's really nothing to report. Oh, except today he felt compelled to try to jog. Which didn't go well. DUH. So I am a wee bit ticked. Meanwhile, he cleaned the entire house, because that's what we do when he feels lousy like this, just in case. Which means he's saying he thinks it's his RLS medication, but he's worried it isn't.
To top off the loveliness with SH, Spanky went to the Allnighter at church last night. Suddenly Spanky is Cranky. And he managed to hurt his knee so he's been milking that all day. Lovely.
Meanwhile, FrogBoy has been totally precious, even coming up to me earlier this evening and asking me if I was happy. I wonder if that kid realizes how much he makes me smile.
So...in a nutshell...and I emphasize NUT...it's the same old, same old here. I am just holding on tight and hoping things don't go upside down this week.
a.k.a. WHAZZUP?!
Since I posted earlier in the week about SuperHubby, I thought I should probably post again to update everyone. This is mostly for my sanity, because I can't for the life of me remember who I've told what, although it also gives me another chance to call him SH, which his uncle apparently thinks means something ENTIRELY different from SuperHubby (I'll give everyone a minute to catch up - it took me a little bit, so all the nice people who read my blog - both of you - might have to email me privately). Suffice it to say, today, SH is acting like the 2nd meaning of the word.
Anywho, SH has been feeling lousy all week. Nothing new, so there's really nothing to report. Oh, except today he felt compelled to try to jog. Which didn't go well. DUH. So I am a wee bit ticked. Meanwhile, he cleaned the entire house, because that's what we do when he feels lousy like this, just in case. Which means he's saying he thinks it's his RLS medication, but he's worried it isn't.
To top off the loveliness with SH, Spanky went to the Allnighter at church last night. Suddenly Spanky is Cranky. And he managed to hurt his knee so he's been milking that all day. Lovely.
Meanwhile, FrogBoy has been totally precious, even coming up to me earlier this evening and asking me if I was happy. I wonder if that kid realizes how much he makes me smile.
So...in a nutshell...and I emphasize NUT...it's the same old, same old here. I am just holding on tight and hoping things don't go upside down this week.
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