Today, I'm linking up with my new bloggy buddy Myya, over at Myya Says for her first ever "stick your foot in your mouth Monday". The object of this game, party, whatever you call it, is to tell about a time when you have amazed yourself, or someone else has amazed you with the demonstration of flexibility required to eat ones own foot. After you read mine, head over and say "Hi" to Myya, and see what others have experienced. Hmm, suddenly I feel like the only person on earth without a weekly meme for people to link up with. I better get crackin'!
They say that ignorance is bliss. "They" must have never been caught with their figurative pants down, when something spews out of their mouth, thanks to ignorance. Maybe the key is to know what you're ignorant about...
I'm ignorant about jewelry. I know I like shiny things, but since I can't afford anything fancy, I am very ill equipped to discuss all things sparkley.
Case in point: Engagement rings.
My little sister had just gotten engaged. I was on the phone with her discussing her new fiance, and the bling she had received as a prenuptual prize. She described that it was white gold, with a "Princess" cut diamond.
Being a totally traditional "round" diamond girl myself, and never having taken "engagement rings 101", I had no idea what she was talking about, but I THOUGHT that I did.
"Oh, that's cool." I said. "Just so long as it's not one of those ugly square cut diamonds, I'll like it. Those things always look fake to me."
Silence.
Slowly, the taste of toe jam begins to descend onto my tongue, as my sister says: "princess cut IS square cut."
Suddenly, my tongue did the equivalent of falling UP the stairs. Can't recover, know there's no eminent danger of physical harm, but you're still falling on your face.
"Oh. Um, I'm sure YOUR ring doesn't look fake..."
Seriously, no way to come back from that!
At least now I know that I don't know beans about jewelry, right?
Alright, I know. A flogging is now in order! Please be gentle, princess cut fans...
Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Tree Hugging
4 years ago, in September, Roon and I bought our first home. About 2 weeks later, we had our first run in with our HOA (Home Owner's Association, for those of you not lucky enough to be plagued by one). Apparently, even though everyone else on our street did it, putting your garbage can out in front of your house was a big no-no. $25 dollar fine. Well, for those of you who don't know me, or who haven't learned a thing or two about me through my blog yet, should know that I can be pretty feisty when provoked. Like someone once told me, wish I could remember who now, "I don't overreact, I'm just passionate". That's me. Some would call what happened next a temper tantrum, I call it "exerting my right to free speech."
I called the HOA, and basically said I wasn't paying their stupid fine, because I never got a warning. You were always supposed to get a warning, before receiving a fine.
Lucky for them, they waived the fine, and apologized, while welcoming us to our new neighborhood.
Life moved on. We received several notices over the next couple of years about our lawn being unkempt, with an accompanying picture to prove they weren't just making things up. We complied with every demand, and were able to avoid too much trouble with them.
Until...
Our trees set out to ruin our lives.
Our trees were dead when we moved in. In fact, the guy who schmoozed us into purchasing in our subdivision told us that they would replace our trees as part of our move in agreement. But, being new to the process, and naive to all things related to home ownership, we failed to get it in writing. ALWAYS get things in writing. EVEN THE STUPID STUFF!!!
Unfortunately, the guy who told us this, was transferred to a different location shortly after we moved in, and the new guy had no idea what we were talking about. No big deal. We don't really care about trees anyway...
In October of 2008, we got a notice in the mail, informing us of a city ordinance, that every residence must have NO FEWER than 2 flourishing trees in their front yard. If we did not comply, we would be fined. We had until January 23rd, to replace our trees. I bet you can guess what happened next...
On January 23rd, we got in the car, and headed to Home Depot, to buy ourselves a new tree. After all, January is the perfect month to plant a new tree, right? Luckily, we live in Texas, and it was a mild winter. We are nothing if not prompt.
To make a long story short(er) We planted a new tree, and it did not take kindly to our yard very well. We were not diligent about keeping it watered throughout the summer, until it started showing signs of distress, and we got another notice about our dead trees.
What the crap?! We had just replaced the thing, the other tree was alive (sort of)... give them some time to "flourish"!
We ignored the "warning" and diligently watered that tree. Maybe, a little TOO diligently, but the tree came back to life. It was a really wet summer, and early fall, and lo and behold, when October came again, our tree was dead (we, along with mother nature had OVER watered it.) and we received a fine.
Remember how I told you I'm kind of feisty? Well, basically I told them they could stick their fine where the sun don't shine. I told them, that the "warning" they sent was premature. After all, the tree had come back and flourished for a couple of weeks. She argued me on that point, even though the picture they had sent as "evidence" clearly showed little leaf buds on the tree. What the crap people!
I then got TICKED off! I told her that it was okay if they wanted to enforce the fine on me. But, if they were going to make me pay the fine, PLUS the money to replace the tree, that I was going to have to insist that she, or another member of the HOA come out to my house to witness the tree being replaced. When she realized I wasn't kidding, she agreed to remove our fine, on the condition that our tree be replaced within a reasonable amount of time.
Unfortunately, the weather this fall/winter/spring has been atrocious. Remember this? Well, we got another one just like it a week ago. Then, it has been raining so much I feel like I need to build an arc. I'm just waiting to go to my mailbox, and see a fine notice, which I honestly cannot argue with this time. After all, planting a tree in the rain, is totally feasable, right?
To borrow a line from "Chunk"... "I love the dark, I love the dark. But I hate nature, I HATE nature!"
If you have a moment that makes you want to scream, head on over to MiMi's and link up with her. I promise, it'll make you feel better!
I called the HOA, and basically said I wasn't paying their stupid fine, because I never got a warning. You were always supposed to get a warning, before receiving a fine.
Lucky for them, they waived the fine, and apologized, while welcoming us to our new neighborhood.
Life moved on. We received several notices over the next couple of years about our lawn being unkempt, with an accompanying picture to prove they weren't just making things up. We complied with every demand, and were able to avoid too much trouble with them.
Until...
Our trees set out to ruin our lives.
Our trees were dead when we moved in. In fact, the guy who schmoozed us into purchasing in our subdivision told us that they would replace our trees as part of our move in agreement. But, being new to the process, and naive to all things related to home ownership, we failed to get it in writing. ALWAYS get things in writing. EVEN THE STUPID STUFF!!!
Unfortunately, the guy who told us this, was transferred to a different location shortly after we moved in, and the new guy had no idea what we were talking about. No big deal. We don't really care about trees anyway...
In October of 2008, we got a notice in the mail, informing us of a city ordinance, that every residence must have NO FEWER than 2 flourishing trees in their front yard. If we did not comply, we would be fined. We had until January 23rd, to replace our trees. I bet you can guess what happened next...
On January 23rd, we got in the car, and headed to Home Depot, to buy ourselves a new tree. After all, January is the perfect month to plant a new tree, right? Luckily, we live in Texas, and it was a mild winter. We are nothing if not prompt.
To make a long story short(er) We planted a new tree, and it did not take kindly to our yard very well. We were not diligent about keeping it watered throughout the summer, until it started showing signs of distress, and we got another notice about our dead trees.
What the crap?! We had just replaced the thing, the other tree was alive (sort of)... give them some time to "flourish"!
We ignored the "warning" and diligently watered that tree. Maybe, a little TOO diligently, but the tree came back to life. It was a really wet summer, and early fall, and lo and behold, when October came again, our tree was dead (we, along with mother nature had OVER watered it.) and we received a fine.
Remember how I told you I'm kind of feisty? Well, basically I told them they could stick their fine where the sun don't shine. I told them, that the "warning" they sent was premature. After all, the tree had come back and flourished for a couple of weeks. She argued me on that point, even though the picture they had sent as "evidence" clearly showed little leaf buds on the tree. What the crap people!
I then got TICKED off! I told her that it was okay if they wanted to enforce the fine on me. But, if they were going to make me pay the fine, PLUS the money to replace the tree, that I was going to have to insist that she, or another member of the HOA come out to my house to witness the tree being replaced. When she realized I wasn't kidding, she agreed to remove our fine, on the condition that our tree be replaced within a reasonable amount of time.
Unfortunately, the weather this fall/winter/spring has been atrocious. Remember this? Well, we got another one just like it a week ago. Then, it has been raining so much I feel like I need to build an arc. I'm just waiting to go to my mailbox, and see a fine notice, which I honestly cannot argue with this time. After all, planting a tree in the rain, is totally feasable, right?
To borrow a line from "Chunk"... "I love the dark, I love the dark. But I hate nature, I HATE nature!"
If you have a moment that makes you want to scream, head on over to MiMi's and link up with her. I promise, it'll make you feel better!
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Thursday, March 25, 2010
To Whom It May Concern
Dear Email Responder,
When someone contacts you, and very specifically states that they need
specific information within 24 hours, that does NOT mean you can
respond at your leisure. 36 hours passed, and the information is now
useless to me, and would just make more work for me. Thanks for
nothin'!
Signed,
Sometimes it's not "better late than never"
Sym
Dear "How I Met Your Mother",
I don't know whether to love you or hate you. You are a mighty
humorous show, but you have taken over my life! I don't know
how I made it almost 5 seasons before discovering your awesomeness,
but since I am now behind, I have spent so many nights watching
past seasons (thank youNetflix!) and losing sleep. I don't think the
story of how I met my kids' father would take this long, though.
However, that does give me a good idea for a blog post later
on down the road...
Love,
It's so good to see Doogie Howser back at work!
Sym
Dear Boo,
I'm not exactly sure what you were saying at lunchtime today,
but it fills my heart with joy that you got such a kick out of the
story you were telling. After all, this means you take after your
mother, and laugh at yourself regularly. Don't worry if nobody
else laughs, sweetie. It just means that they were dumbfounded
by your quick wit. If only everyone could be so lucky!
Love,
Maybe I should apologize for giving you my sense of humor...
Mommy
Dear Roon,
I am so excited that you are going to give me a blog makeover
for my birthday! My lack of a header and a button has bothered
me for a while, but I still don't know what I want my blog to look
like. Maybe my readers will have a suggestion or two (please! hint
hint...) of what my blog makes them think of. Please don't hold
my lack of decision making ability against me.
Love,
Your hopelessly devoted, blog addicted, wife
Sym
Okay, you've read mine! If you haven't done so already, head on over to ShortMama's and read other people's letters. Then, you can join in the party at your blog too! Come on, all the cool kids are doin' it!
When someone contacts you, and very specifically states that they need
specific information within 24 hours, that does NOT mean you can
respond at your leisure. 36 hours passed, and the information is now
useless to me, and would just make more work for me. Thanks for
nothin'!
Signed,
Sometimes it's not "better late than never"
Sym
Dear "How I Met Your Mother",
I don't know whether to love you or hate you. You are a mighty
humorous show, but you have taken over my life! I don't know
how I made it almost 5 seasons before discovering your awesomeness,
but since I am now behind, I have spent so many nights watching
past seasons (thank youNetflix!) and losing sleep. I don't think the
story of how I met my kids' father would take this long, though.
However, that does give me a good idea for a blog post later
on down the road...
Love,
It's so good to see Doogie Howser back at work!
Sym
Dear Boo,
I'm not exactly sure what you were saying at lunchtime today,
but it fills my heart with joy that you got such a kick out of the
story you were telling. After all, this means you take after your
mother, and laugh at yourself regularly. Don't worry if nobody
else laughs, sweetie. It just means that they were dumbfounded
by your quick wit. If only everyone could be so lucky!
Love,
Maybe I should apologize for giving you my sense of humor...
Mommy
Dear Roon,
I am so excited that you are going to give me a blog makeover
for my birthday! My lack of a header and a button has bothered
me for a while, but I still don't know what I want my blog to look
like. Maybe my readers will have a suggestion or two (please! hint
hint...) of what my blog makes them think of. Please don't hold
my lack of decision making ability against me.
Love,
Your hopelessly devoted, blog addicted, wife
Sym
Okay, you've read mine! If you haven't done so already, head on over to ShortMama's and read other people's letters. Then, you can join in the party at your blog too! Come on, all the cool kids are doin' it!
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Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Family Togetherness
My kids' school is great. They are very good at organizing "Family Togetherness" nights. A friend of mine calls them "forced parental interaction" and sometimes it feels that way, but for the most part, they are a lot of fun for the whole family. Another thing they are good at? Assigning family crafts. These little gems are cleverly disguised as "homework" and usually involve the whole family sitting around together to disguise a pumpkin at Halloween, or decorate a boot to celebrate Texas heritage. In reality, these projects end up placed on top of my mantle for "safe keeping" until we get around to doing them as a family. Then, truth be told, it is less of a "family" project, and more a "crap! That thing was due YESTERDAY! Do we have any glue?" project.
When I was at the school volunteering one day, I made copies for the next of such projects for Bubble's class. Admittedly, I cheated. I read through what we would be doing, made a mental note of when they would be due, and began brainstorming, and fantasizing actually putting in my due diligence this time around.
The assignment: Make a stick horse for "western day" that would be coming up the Friday after spring break.
Yes, what would a school year in Texas be, without a full fledged western day, complete with stick horse races, and sawhorse lasso-ing? A big fat failure, that's what it would be!
Even though a paper example was included, the words "I've seen them made out of material" jumped off the page at me, like it was summoning my inner perfectionist. I certainly could not send my son to school with a sad little paper horse attached to a ruler, when his teacher had seen others made out of material and dowel rods! What kind of a failure would I be?!
According to my excellent memory, the stick horses were to be turned in by Wednesday (yes, today), which meant that we made an emergency trip to the craft store last night.
Yeah, so much for budgeting my time wisely...
Am I the only one who's kids' hands seem to be magnetically attracted to anything breakable the second we step foot into a craft store? No? Just me? I just know that someday we are going to make it onto some sort of abolishment list. But I digress...
$7, 30 minutes, and a near mental breakdown (mine) later, our plan was set into motion.
If I were better, I would have taken pictures of the step by step process to show you, but I can guarantee that every one of you probably could have done a better job than I did, so use your imaginations...
Basically, I sewed (I know, I was shocked at my awesomeness too!) two pieces of felt together that had been cut to a horse head shape, with some yarn sandwiched in between to serve as a mane, inside out. I then flipped it to right side out, most of the yarn fell out (very poorly executed plan, I must say), and we glued googley eyes, and ribbon on him to look like a bridel. We stuffed it, and sewed it shut, except a slit where the stick would be insterted.
The "family togetherness" consisted of Roon and I telling the kids to go away, and not touch things like my sewing scissors and hot glue gun. Aaaah, memories!
Wanna know what the masterpiece looked like? Well, kinda picture "Charlie Horse" from the old Sherry Lewis and Lambchop show, and you will get an idea of how retarded our horse looked. The head was smaller than anticipated, so the googley eyes we bought wer WAY too big. If I would have thought about it, (okay let's be honest, if I would have had any white felt) I would have attached a couple of "buck teeth" to this poor creature. At least then it may have looked like we MEANT for it to look that silly!
In the end, Bubble was thrilled with the way it turned out. If it is still in tact by the time it comes home on Friday, I will take a picture to share.
Wanna hear something funny though? So, we rushed to get this horse done, because it was due today, right? Well, I found the paper again, stating the purpose of the assignment, and realized that the stick horses were not actually supposed to be turned in until Friday. Guess they didn't want a bunch of wooden sticks hanging around the classrooms that could be used as weapons or something...
Nice one Mom!
When I was at the school volunteering one day, I made copies for the next of such projects for Bubble's class. Admittedly, I cheated. I read through what we would be doing, made a mental note of when they would be due, and began brainstorming, and fantasizing actually putting in my due diligence this time around.
The assignment: Make a stick horse for "western day" that would be coming up the Friday after spring break.
Yes, what would a school year in Texas be, without a full fledged western day, complete with stick horse races, and sawhorse lasso-ing? A big fat failure, that's what it would be!
Even though a paper example was included, the words "I've seen them made out of material" jumped off the page at me, like it was summoning my inner perfectionist. I certainly could not send my son to school with a sad little paper horse attached to a ruler, when his teacher had seen others made out of material and dowel rods! What kind of a failure would I be?!
According to my excellent memory, the stick horses were to be turned in by Wednesday (yes, today), which meant that we made an emergency trip to the craft store last night.
Yeah, so much for budgeting my time wisely...
Am I the only one who's kids' hands seem to be magnetically attracted to anything breakable the second we step foot into a craft store? No? Just me? I just know that someday we are going to make it onto some sort of abolishment list. But I digress...
$7, 30 minutes, and a near mental breakdown (mine) later, our plan was set into motion.
If I were better, I would have taken pictures of the step by step process to show you, but I can guarantee that every one of you probably could have done a better job than I did, so use your imaginations...
Basically, I sewed (I know, I was shocked at my awesomeness too!) two pieces of felt together that had been cut to a horse head shape, with some yarn sandwiched in between to serve as a mane, inside out. I then flipped it to right side out, most of the yarn fell out (very poorly executed plan, I must say), and we glued googley eyes, and ribbon on him to look like a bridel. We stuffed it, and sewed it shut, except a slit where the stick would be insterted.
The "family togetherness" consisted of Roon and I telling the kids to go away, and not touch things like my sewing scissors and hot glue gun. Aaaah, memories!
Wanna know what the masterpiece looked like? Well, kinda picture "Charlie Horse" from the old Sherry Lewis and Lambchop show, and you will get an idea of how retarded our horse looked. The head was smaller than anticipated, so the googley eyes we bought wer WAY too big. If I would have thought about it, (okay let's be honest, if I would have had any white felt) I would have attached a couple of "buck teeth" to this poor creature. At least then it may have looked like we MEANT for it to look that silly!
In the end, Bubble was thrilled with the way it turned out. If it is still in tact by the time it comes home on Friday, I will take a picture to share.
Wanna hear something funny though? So, we rushed to get this horse done, because it was due today, right? Well, I found the paper again, stating the purpose of the assignment, and realized that the stick horses were not actually supposed to be turned in until Friday. Guess they didn't want a bunch of wooden sticks hanging around the classrooms that could be used as weapons or something...
Nice one Mom!
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Tuesday, March 23, 2010
And The Oscar Goes To...
Sissy has always had a flair for the dramatic. If I had a nickel for every time I have caught her "valley girl"ing it in front of the mirror, while acting out an elaborate play in her head, I would probably be out of debt by now. I have often said that I feel sorry for her future husband. Not that she's not an absolutely fabulous girl. She is. I love her to death. She is my "mini me" in nearly every way. Except, she is a hypochondriac, with little to no pain tolerance, hence the pity for her future spouse.
One night over spring break, I was getting Boo ready for bed. Noticing that her jammies were getting a little snug, I commented to Boo, that I reckoned (hey ya'll!) it was time to sift through Sissy's old clothes to find some bigger jammies for her. Sissy overheard this, and took it as her cue for a the beginning of her one woman show. Picture...Scarlet O'Hara speaking to Rhett Butler as you read the following exchange...
Sissy: "Whaaat?" "My clothes?"
Me: "Yes. this is what we do."
Sissy: "But MY clothes?!"
Me: "It's not like I'm going to give her your current clothes. Just ones you haven't fit into for 5 years."
Sissy: (Actually putting a hand to her forehead) "Just like you gave her my Dora shirt!"
Me: "Yes. And, these jammies (indicating the jammies currently hugging Boo like a glove)."
Sissy: (Running out of the room, with a burst of melodrama) "Oooooh, the ones I wore when Bubble was a baby."
Take a bow, Sissy, take a bow. Just remember to mention your mother in your acceptance speech. Mmmkay?
And in other news:
I can now add "alternating crossover lunges" to the list of things I'm not coordinated enough to do. Yay me!
DWTS (Dancing With The Stars, for you laymen) premiered last night, and I am now seriously crushing on Buzz Aldrin. He is like my Tom Delay of last season, and my Steve Wosniac from the season before. Cute old men that can't dance, are my kryptonite. (Case in point, my husband. Oooh Burn!) I know he won't stay around for long (Buzz, not my hubby), but I hope he lasts longer than Kate Gosselin. For the love of Pete! Please quit letting that woman promote herself. I beg of you! Oh, and seeing Vienna watching Jake from the wings almost made me toss my cookies. For reals. Lady made cookies, and I almost threw them at the TV. That is all. I was actually pretty impressed with the dancing ability this season. I was sad how much the judges criticized the ice skater (Forgot his name, help me out her, Xazmin!) but I'm sure he will deliver in the end.
Boo was helping me do the laundry this morning. She loves to push the buttons to start up the machine, and help load the clothes. It fills my heart with joy, after she pushes the button, and she jumps around clapping, laughing, and proclaiming in all her two year old vocabulary: "I did it!" Now, if I could only teach her how to fold...
Roon is beginning to notice early signs of male pattern baldness. However, he only realizes immediately following a hair cut. Before the cut, I will ask which number clipper he wants me to use. Personally, I like to use the one that leaves his hair a tad longer on top, but he likes the shorter one, so that is the one he requests. After the haircut, he will accuse me (okay, accuse may be too strong of a word) of using the wrong guide comb. No honey, that's just the way old men look. Maybe Rogaine is in our near future? Stay tuned...
One night over spring break, I was getting Boo ready for bed. Noticing that her jammies were getting a little snug, I commented to Boo, that I reckoned (hey ya'll!) it was time to sift through Sissy's old clothes to find some bigger jammies for her. Sissy overheard this, and took it as her cue for a the beginning of her one woman show. Picture...Scarlet O'Hara speaking to Rhett Butler as you read the following exchange...
Sissy: "Whaaat?" "My clothes?"
Me: "Yes. this is what we do."
Sissy: "But MY clothes?!"
Me: "It's not like I'm going to give her your current clothes. Just ones you haven't fit into for 5 years."
Sissy: (Actually putting a hand to her forehead) "Just like you gave her my Dora shirt!"
Me: "Yes. And, these jammies (indicating the jammies currently hugging Boo like a glove)."
Sissy: (Running out of the room, with a burst of melodrama) "Oooooh, the ones I wore when Bubble was a baby."
Take a bow, Sissy, take a bow. Just remember to mention your mother in your acceptance speech. Mmmkay?
And in other news:
I can now add "alternating crossover lunges" to the list of things I'm not coordinated enough to do. Yay me!
DWTS (Dancing With The Stars, for you laymen) premiered last night, and I am now seriously crushing on Buzz Aldrin. He is like my Tom Delay of last season, and my Steve Wosniac from the season before. Cute old men that can't dance, are my kryptonite. (Case in point, my husband. Oooh Burn!) I know he won't stay around for long (Buzz, not my hubby), but I hope he lasts longer than Kate Gosselin. For the love of Pete! Please quit letting that woman promote herself. I beg of you! Oh, and seeing Vienna watching Jake from the wings almost made me toss my cookies. For reals. Lady made cookies, and I almost threw them at the TV. That is all. I was actually pretty impressed with the dancing ability this season. I was sad how much the judges criticized the ice skater (Forgot his name, help me out her, Xazmin!) but I'm sure he will deliver in the end.
Boo was helping me do the laundry this morning. She loves to push the buttons to start up the machine, and help load the clothes. It fills my heart with joy, after she pushes the button, and she jumps around clapping, laughing, and proclaiming in all her two year old vocabulary: "I did it!" Now, if I could only teach her how to fold...
Roon is beginning to notice early signs of male pattern baldness. However, he only realizes immediately following a hair cut. Before the cut, I will ask which number clipper he wants me to use. Personally, I like to use the one that leaves his hair a tad longer on top, but he likes the shorter one, so that is the one he requests. After the haircut, he will accuse me (okay, accuse may be too strong of a word) of using the wrong guide comb. No honey, that's just the way old men look. Maybe Rogaine is in our near future? Stay tuned...
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Monday, March 22, 2010
It's Not Whether You Win or Lose...
I am so off today, you guys. I have been really sidetracked, and totally spaced when 12:00 came and went, and completely forgot to post who the winner of my very first giveaway is.
But I'll get to that in a minute. First, I have meant to blog about my own good luck, and how I feel like I won the lottery. On Saturday, I received my assigned partner for the Spring Swap, and I am ECSTATIC!!! Who did I get? MAMARAZZI!!! I know, I know, take a minute to get all your envy under control. I am so excited! For those of you who don't know... (where have you BEEN?) Mamarazzi is the totally awesome chick over at Dandelion Wishes, who hosts all kinds of swaps throughout the year. In fact, participating in her last "favorite things" swap is what inspired ShortMama to host one of her own. Now, it will be a while until I will qualify to participate in one of hers, so I am over the moon excited that I get to know her better, and swap with her this time around. Come January, I'm all over her swaps, like flies on rotting garbage...
or honey. I guess honey sounds more complimentary, huh? Now, what do I love about spring...?
Okay, enough already! For the 3 of you on the edges of your seats, waiting anxiously for me to announce the winner, your wait is almost over.
I did want to tell CJ that she got an extra entry because her quote made me laugh. Not just the quote, but it reminded me of another funny part in the movie, that is also among my favorite moments. I also must reveal the answers to the questions. So...
The Movie:
But I'll get to that in a minute. First, I have meant to blog about my own good luck, and how I feel like I won the lottery. On Saturday, I received my assigned partner for the Spring Swap, and I am ECSTATIC!!! Who did I get? MAMARAZZI!!! I know, I know, take a minute to get all your envy under control. I am so excited! For those of you who don't know... (where have you BEEN?) Mamarazzi is the totally awesome chick over at Dandelion Wishes, who hosts all kinds of swaps throughout the year. In fact, participating in her last "favorite things" swap is what inspired ShortMama to host one of her own. Now, it will be a while until I will qualify to participate in one of hers, so I am over the moon excited that I get to know her better, and swap with her this time around. Come January, I'm all over her swaps, like flies on rotting garbage...
or honey. I guess honey sounds more complimentary, huh? Now, what do I love about spring...?
Okay, enough already! For the 3 of you on the edges of your seats, waiting anxiously for me to announce the winner, your wait is almost over.
I did want to tell CJ that she got an extra entry because her quote made me laugh. Not just the quote, but it reminded me of another funny part in the movie, that is also among my favorite moments. I also must reveal the answers to the questions. So...
The Movie:
Character who spoke the quote: Anna Scott
Actor/Actress who played the character: Julia Roberts
Line delivered directly before: "With a goat, playing a violin" said by William Thacker (Hugh Grant)
Other noteworthy lines: "There's something wrong with this yogurt" (Said by Spike) "It's not yogurt, it's mayonaise" (Said by William) "Ah, right-o then" (Said by Spike)
"Big feet, large shoes" (Said by Anna)
Okay, so now, there were 16 comments, when you add one for CJ making me laugh. According to the random.org number generater, the winning comment number was...9.
Which means that HEATHER is the winner of the grand prize! Congratulations. Send me an email with your address, and I will get your goodies out to you ASAP.
Thanks to all who entered! You guys rock!
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Betcha Didn't Know...
I saw this list of quesions over at Emmy's blog, and she got them from MannLand5. I thought it might be fun to link up to a brand new (to me) blog, so here I go...
1. What year did you graduate high school?
1999. SAVE THE BEST FOR LAST, BABY!!!
2. What part of your body do you neglect the most?
I would have to say my brain. So many of the things I do take so little brain power, that I sometimes feel like it is going to turn to mush. Eventually, I'll have time to read books without pictures again, right?
3. Beach house or Lake house?
Since I can't swim...I would have to say lake house. At least if you fall in a lake, you have a finite area you would have to swim before you reach a shore. Plus, there wouldn't be waves threatening to drag you out to the middle of the great blue. Plus, I like changing seasons. The beach doesn't seem to offer that.
4. Mac or PC?
PC. No reason in particular. I married a PC. The decision was made for me. I do, however, haven an iPhone. So, does that make me both?
5. Did you wear braces?
Nope. Sometimes looking at my teeth now, I wish I would have...
6. If you could be one person for a day..living or deceased..who would you be?
How about anyone who has amazing homemaking or organizational skills. Of course, to make it worth my while, I would probably have to be them for more like a month...
7. How many times have you moved in your life?
5 that I can think of when I was a kid, 1 time to go off to college, and 6 times since I got married 10 years ago. Wow. That's like a dozen different houses!
8. Would you rather cook or clean?"
I guess I would rather clean. I prefer baking over both of those options though. Maybe my answer to number 6 should have been Julia Child. Can't seem to cook worth a darn.
There you have it! A little bonus information about me, and it's not even the 12th of the month, you lucky ducks you! Go over to MannLand, and link up, if you feel so inclined...
1. What year did you graduate high school?
1999. SAVE THE BEST FOR LAST, BABY!!!
2. What part of your body do you neglect the most?
I would have to say my brain. So many of the things I do take so little brain power, that I sometimes feel like it is going to turn to mush. Eventually, I'll have time to read books without pictures again, right?
3. Beach house or Lake house?
Since I can't swim...I would have to say lake house. At least if you fall in a lake, you have a finite area you would have to swim before you reach a shore. Plus, there wouldn't be waves threatening to drag you out to the middle of the great blue. Plus, I like changing seasons. The beach doesn't seem to offer that.
4. Mac or PC?
PC. No reason in particular. I married a PC. The decision was made for me. I do, however, haven an iPhone. So, does that make me both?
5. Did you wear braces?
Nope. Sometimes looking at my teeth now, I wish I would have...
6. If you could be one person for a day..living or deceased..who would you be?
How about anyone who has amazing homemaking or organizational skills. Of course, to make it worth my while, I would probably have to be them for more like a month...
7. How many times have you moved in your life?
5 that I can think of when I was a kid, 1 time to go off to college, and 6 times since I got married 10 years ago. Wow. That's like a dozen different houses!
8. Would you rather cook or clean?"
I guess I would rather clean. I prefer baking over both of those options though. Maybe my answer to number 6 should have been Julia Child. Can't seem to cook worth a darn.
There you have it! A little bonus information about me, and it's not even the 12th of the month, you lucky ducks you! Go over to MannLand, and link up, if you feel so inclined...
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