Archive for June, 2007

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On parenthood

June 29, 2007

“The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.”

Jack Handey

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Keeping It Real

June 28, 2007

With my thanks to Kathy Sierra for being so hilariously funny.

(For Diesel)

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Putting a stop to that right quick!

June 25, 2007

Horror of horrors, I realized today (six weeks later) that I was listed as a “growing blog” by WordPress. So now I beg you: STOP THE INSANITY! I don’t want to grow. I enjoy being small. Please, please, please, for the love of god and all that is holy, leave me here in my sweet, little semi-anonymous state, oh you who do not have my best interests at heart.

How famous people deal with their fame (those who do is with grace and style that is) is beyond me.

Fame scares me.

I have kids.

They are cute and highly kidnappable.

Sheesh. (Or as Charlie Brown would say, “Good grief!) Honestly.

Signed with love from,

Just a girl hangin’ out on the Internet trying to have her five minutes of fame, but not so much that any of it comes back to bite her in the butt. I’m a big chicken that way. Seriously. Be nice to me. I can’t take it when you aren’t.

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Thought for the day

June 21, 2007

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.
Let me learn from you, love you,
bless you before you depart.
Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.

Mary Jean Iron

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Too good not to share

June 20, 2007

Randomly stumbling through the world wide web today, I found this, almost completely by accident.

Thankfully I don’t have to worry about diet pills — at least not at this point. I apparently have more of my mother’s father’s genes than my father’s mother’s. (Which basically means that my grandmother had some heft, and my grandfather was skinny as a rail until the day he died in spite of never exercising, eating three huge meals a day and enjoying a full, artery-clogging dessert after each meal, including breakfast.)

For those of you who may be considering this new wonder pill, I present to you “alli: Miracle diet pill with teeny-tiny side effect” by Angry 365. Damn funny stuff, that.

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That is one stubborn, bad ass weed

June 17, 2007

So . . . my father-in-law coming in T minus three days and counting has prompted some unusual behavior at my house: namely, doing things we wouldn’t do otherwise, such as cleaning the fish tank (which is green for some unknown reason — Jon says I’m feeding the fish too much — I still think they’re underfed and unhappy about it), cleaning out Buddy’s (formerly Snake Food’s) cage, and — the biggest one of all — attempting to weed the yard.

I say attempting because I learned several things today that I thought might be applicable in other parts of my life, as well.

For instance:

I found that it’s easier to pull the four-foot high weeds AFTER I have watered the ground they live in. Water first. Weed second.

I also found that grabbing too tightly as I pulled meant stickers in my hands, even through the thick gloves. Don’t grab a prickly thing too tightly and expect to avoid the stickers.

If at first you don’t succeed, try a different angle. Yanking one way brought what seemed to be little success. Changing my approach/direction usually produced instant results. Voila!

If a different angle doesn’t work, I thought of two more options: a) give up, or b) get the shovel and chop that sucker in half. Which choice is the correct one depends on how desperately you want to get rid of it and whether or not it endangers your own personal safety in the extrication process (see below).

Spraying weeds with weed killer before attempting to yank them does two things: 1) It takes a long time, and 2) Those suckers are meaner in death than they are in life — tread carefully.

And, it’s easier to pull the little ones than the big ones. Once they’ve taken root and been allowed to grow for a while, they think they have as much right to be there as the desirable plants. Weeding before it gets out of control will save major back troubles. (I pulled so hard once that I nearly ended up on my butt from the force of the yank. Fortunately, having done this exact thing before, I stopped myself just before the tumble, but also was unsuccessful with Mr. Bad Ass Weed. Time for the shovel for him. Say goodnight, Gracie. “Goodnight, Gracie.”)

Cheers and best wishes for a happy weekend!

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In honor of my sister-in-law, who rocks

June 13, 2007

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