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Cast (in order of appearance)
Elf 1 = OG Old Gnomie
Elf 2 = Kiki, stupid cat or B!$&%
Elf 3 = TheBoy
Elf 4 = fleaSha
Elf 5 = ManBoy

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At Texans game

And I bring my yarn n hook! :p woooo go texans!

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My Pets - Digital Photo Swap

Note:
This is a dual purpose post. One because I need to start blogging again and secondly because I need to fulfill a swap on swapbot.


I haven't been much of a pet owner. We didn't grow up having a dog or a cat around. Well, I take that back.
We did have a huge Irish Setter named Rufus or maybe it was Cherry - gosh I can't remember - my dad had one at his house and we had one at ours... I forget who went where...anyway, when I was about 5-7 years old. My cousin and I would try to ride it like a horse, but she'd buck and we'd fall off. One day, we were on the porch and my cousin tried to ride her again... well she ended up busting her head on the brick pillars on our porch. blood everywhere. After that we didn't treat the dog like a horse.

So after that I didn't have a pet for a long time. I believe I was already out of high school (or it could have been my last year). I found a dog wandering the street so I decided to take him home. I named him PuppyLove. I had PuppyLove for a few months. He ran away three times. The last time he left, he didn't leave a note or anything like that, but I figured since he didn't want to be my PuppyLove so I just let him be. I hope he found a happy home. Obviously mine wasn't.

Oh wait, I do remember having another puppy that a boy from the next street gave me. It was on Valentine's Day. If I remember the boy's name correctly it was Chris. (he was crazy about me and I was like ughhh... a boy! heehee) I was probably about 8 or 9 at the time. Well, my mom didn't want the pup in the house, so I put him in the garage. We lived in a wood house and had a detached garage. The garage had no insulation. Valentine's Day, Winter, Garage, No insulation... can ya get where I'm going with this?? No? Okay... I'll tell ya... the poor thing froze. not a happy story. No wonder I'm not much of a pet owner...

Ok, now come back to 2006. My son, in the fifth grade, wants a pet. I say "No!" I mean, c'mon, I've had bad luck with pets...

Well, my son doesn't listen to me.

He brought home the cutest little doxie mix. OHMAHGAH I fell in love with her...

The dog had been found wandering on the school grounds for a couple of days. My son got attatched to her so the principal called me to ask if Damon could take it home. I said, sure. It was lost. My plan was to find this dog's rightful owner.

I put out flyers and gave it a week... but by that time I had already fallen in love. Thank goodness no one claimed her. She was ours and we named her Coco. Well earlier this year we moved into an apartment. Which meant no yard and no more wood floors. I also had gotten really busy with other life stuff and didn't have the time to care for her, take her on walks, play with her... and since I was the only one that acted like I had a pet (the luster had worn off for my son and Barry wasn't into her as he had been...) so I had to give her away. But I was not about to take her to the SPCA... or any dog killing factory... oh no. (I think I've contributed more than enough to doggie heaven) So I sent out an email (a long one at that) to find a good home. I had so many requests for her it was kinda cool. But I ended up giving her to a friend of mine who I knew would take good care of her. We still keep in touch.

So here are pictures of Coco. You can also check out her Dogster page. Its like a myspace for doggies.

Coco





Well, I thought I was done with pets. Until a few months ago when my son brought home a kitten. grrrr....
again, the luster has worn off but this time I'm not having any of that crap where I have to do everything for it. I will buy her food and litter... BUT I DO NOT FEED HER OR CLEAN HER BOX!!! Damon and Barry do it. Damon doesn't really want her anymore, but Barry isn't about to let me give away another pet. So I'm stuck with another pet (for now).

She's really cute and at times can be fun... but I've never been a cat person. I don't like cats. well except for Garfield. I love Garfield... but he's in either paper or plastic form. I can deal with that. I think this cat knows I don't like her so she makes it a point to only be near me. To follow me where ever I go...
GOSH! it is so annoying! but I do love her. I guess.


KittyKitty





I play Scrabulous (Scrabble) on Facebook, and this damn cat thinks she can play too.

Swap-Bot Photo Scavenger Hunt

I haven't talked about Swap-bot on this blog... I will one day. For now just a brief...

Swap-bot is a really addicting site where I get to go buy crafting stuff and actually use the stuff on a project!!! Well its just a place where you swap with other people... You'll join a swap and you either buy or create something and send it to your partner. I like to be creative so I join the swaps that let me make stuff.

I was led to Swap-bot by my wonderful tweeps, Twitter Knitters. A group of knitters who tweet on Twitter.(follow me if you are not already, I'll do the same) Well the lovely ladies decided it would be fun to have a swap and the rest is history....

I'll write more about swap-bot later, but the reason I wanted to brief you on it is because I joined a fairly easy swap where I get to go on a photo scavenger hunt. Of course its from my own stuff, but still.

In the rules, we were given the option to email the photos or put them in our blog... Ten bucks you can guess what I chose. (where's my $10?!)

Before we go on to my finds, I want to apologize to my fellow swap partners.
I am using photos that have already been taken and are on my flickr or photobucket pages.
I will also use PhotoShop to crop any of the photos that need cropping... So, in advance, I apologize if these are not what you wanted. :(

Photo Scavenger Hunt List

1. Something Red
2. Food
3. Child
4. Nature
5. Animal
6. Coffee/Tea

First I'll start off with Red

These are the pom poms that I made for the Wool Pom-pom Swap. They went on their way somewhere across the big pond.
hmmmm, wonder if they made it yet....I haven't heard. wonder if they got caught up in customs...





Second we have, Food.
I really like to cook. I really like to make easy stuff. And I usually just go by trial and error when cooking... my family doesn't complain especially when I come up with stuff like this...
So on this day I wanted to make enchiladas but I didn't have all the ingredients. I didn't have any sauce. So I improvised and came up with a sorta chicken quesadilla or maybe a chicken and corn tortilla cheesy pizza. LOL- If I were Rachel Ray, I'd have named it that. she's so cheesy just like me. hehheh



For my child photo, I introduce you my niece Mallory.
Her sisters and I were hanging out at my aunt's house when we found a pair of purple goggles. One camera plus silly girls equals a mega dose of goofiness... we kinda went wild. And had lots of fun.
Mallory knew how to work it as you can see in this picture.
Work it, girl!




So now we've got Nature.
This is my niece Marina. She lives in Northern California with her hippie parents. They went camping and her mom and dad decided she should be at one with nature. :) That's dirt you see all over her body... Now I don't mind her to be a little nudist, but I'm not about to show the world anything it doesn't need to see. Since I wanted to share my nieces pictures, I decided to put a cover up on her. I was going for the Eve look (as in Adam and Eve)... I think I got it.
She's cute, huh? well I think so. She's my Marina!






So that leaves us with Coffee/tea.
Folks, please meet my Mr. Coffee Iced Tea Pot. I use it daily. I'm not into hot tea or even flavored teas. For me its good ol' regular tea but with ice.

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So Sorry

I haven't been here in a while. but I have been utterzing. That's what you see in the previous posts.

Why don't you check out Utterz? On utterz you call in from your phone and just talk. You can also send in videos and photos to your profile. I don't really have a real use for it other than to talk to my many social network friends who have also joined.

Come meet Bessie. She's Hawt!


What I like about it is that I get to hear everyone that I hang out with on Twitter, Facebook, Flickr, and the many other socnets that I can't live without. Its cool. Now, I'm putting a voice with an avatar.

Anyway, check out Utterz. www.utterz.com

Join the herd and be heard.

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I have more things to worry about than who's paying for the water.

I received a forwarded email today with the title Jena, Louisiana March and the American Red Cross.

It caught my attention. Most forwards are usually deleted upon receipt.

I opened it to find a letter that had been written to the American Red Cross from a Mr. James L Broadwell III, a resident of Jena, Louisiana.

It goes something like this:

I thought that the mission of the American Red Cross was to help people in
times of disaster. I have a problem with what I saw happening in Jena, La. yesterday. My problem is not with the people coming to Jena to march, they have that right, but with the American Red Cross giving away supplies to the marchers. The newspapers have stated that approximately 25,000 bottles of water were given out. I will not mention any medical care that was provided, but we do have a local hospital that offers excellent medical care, but not for free.

I sat on the balcony of my office and watched the marchers arriving carrying no supplies, but when they left Jena they were carrying bottles of water that was supplied by your organization. These people were not in a disaster mode, they knew what they were getting into when they came to rally, and should have planned better and brought their own supplies. I had a house burn in 1985 and lost everything, including my cars and dog, but never got a call or note from the Red Cross. I did not mind that I was not contacted by you and have not ever given it a second thought until yesterday. I have donated faithfully to the Red Cross for the better part of my 56 years, but no more. I know that in the scheme of things I am just a small drop in the bucket, but I will tell everyone that I know what has happened here, and maybe this small drop will turn into a flood. And yes you can use my name: It is James L. Broadwell III, my address is 329 Pleasant Hill Road, Jena, La. 71342.

PLEASE PASS THIS TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW...LET THE WORD GET OUT ABOUT THE MIS-USE OF YOUR DOLLARS!

Get the word out? Mis-use of my dollars?

Reading this kinda makes me want to smack someone and its not the Red Cross.

Frankly, I have more to worry about than who's paying for the water. Whatever my stance is on the Jena debate makes no difference either way. The march made worldwide news. In my opinion, water or not, the organizers of the March accomplished what they set out to do, gain attention, not water.

Oh my goodness... Mr. Broadwell had to go and add his two cents.

Now on the side of the Red Cross. Most people don't realize that the Red Cross is not a government agency (It never crossed my mind until today). But yet the Red Cross is always first on scene when an emergency arises. Its not like we are always prepared for an emergency. Right? ok, well I'm not. Anyhow...

The State of Louisiana requested "humanitarian" aid for the protesters.

First, the town has a population of 2,850 and could never accomodate the amount of visitors whatever the reason. Second, the businesses of Jena, LA decided they would shut down for the day, wishing not to benefit from the march... or maybe hope that the marchers would keel over and die for lack of food and water. Which really didn't matter because the march orgainzers requested that the protesters not support local businesses. No one wins that game.

The Red Cross is not a government agency; it relies on donations of time, money, and blood to do its work.

Mr. Bardwell, I am sorry you lost your everything, including your cars and dogs. I'm sorry that the Red Cross was not there in your time of need. From now on, you could have that donation money put in a savings account. Just a thought. And, oh my, no one sent you a note? You poor thing, you. I wonder where the note would have been sent being that your house was "poof" gone... I'm assuming your mailbox was gone as well. Did you leave a forwarding address? That really helps the USPS get your mail to you in cases such as this.

One last thing, Mr. Bardwell. You sir thought wrong.
The Red Cross not only helps people in times of disaster, but they also support people in humanitarian efforts. Food, Water, Shelter, the basic necessities in life. Imagine that. Its all in there. Maybe you missed it.

BTW, check with your local post office, I'm sure that note you were waiting for is in the undeliverable items bin. Good Luck.

He should have gone to McDonalds

This morning in beautiful Downtown Houston, a driver was caught eating oatmeal.

S/he was so into the cereal that s/he passed a redlight and hit a Metro bus.

Now the really funny thing about this article is that the ad on the page is for McDonald's offering up free McGriddles and advertising their ridiculously cheap Sausage Biscuit and Hashbrowns for a buck. That driver didn't know about it, obviously, so before you go and eat oatmeal in your vehicle, get your free McGriddle.

If this person would have just gone by McDonald's all would have been saved.

This is how close this oatmeal-eating driver was to a McDonald's:

I just had to share

Ahoy, thar mateys...

So if you hadn't guessed, today is National Talk Like a Pirate Day. Every September 19th folks from all over don their pirate attire and start talking like a pirate, arrrr...


Well the folks on Twitter didn't have to do much twisting of my arm to get me to participate, I gladly gave in. If you follow me on twitter, you would have seen my tweets where I attempted to be a pirate.
Here's what I did to celebrate...

I changed my twitter pic to this:

then and went to this site: http://www.talklikeapirateday.com/ to translate my words into pirate speak. (the site was shut down due to high traffic, so maybe when you are reading next month, it'll be up and running again.)

Then later on in the day I christened myself with a pirate name by visiting http://www.piratequiz.com/. So from here on out, but only on September 19, I shall be known as Iron Bess Vane. Beware. That's all I got to say.

I hope you had fun joining in on the festivities. If not, don't forget, there's always next year.

My pirate name is:

Iron Bess Vane

A pirate's life isn't easy; it takes a tough person. That's okay with you, though, since you a tough person. You tend to blend into the background occaisionally, but that's okay, because it's much easier to sneak up on people and disembowel them that way. Arr!

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Cheech and Chong - Comedy Skits

Were you a fan of their comedy?
I was.
Make that - I Still am.

Well anyway, they had this skit about sister mary elephant. and she's asking the class to quiet down, they ignore her, she asks again, they continue to ignore her. then at some point she gets frustrated and screams at the top of her lungs... then the class gets quiet and she says "thank-you"
Well, I like that skit. Here are the "lyrics" I found on leo's lyrics

TEACHER: Good morning, class. Good morning, class. Class? Class!?
SHUT UP!!!!! Thank you.
As you know your regular teacher Sister Rosetta Stone is on a small
vacation. However she does send her love, at least fingerpaintings, and desk club she`s making. I am your substitute teacher, Sister Mary Elephant.
Class, attention. Attention, class! Class?
SHUT UP!!!!! Thank you.
Young man, now give me that knife. Thank you.
Now class, you all know who I am, so let`s find out who you are.
Class? Class!? SHUT UP!!!!!

CHONG: Far out, man!

TEACHER: Thank you.
Now class, Sister Rosetta has informed me that your assignment for the last two months has been to write an essay in titled How I Spent My Summer Vacation. Who would like to read theirs before the class?
Class? Class!? Cla-- SHUT UP!!!!! Thank you.

Young man in the first row, stand up, state your name, and read your essay.
STUDENT: Who me?
TEACHER: Yes. Read your essay, please!
STUDENT: Uh, I don`t have it finished yet.
TEACHER: Well then, read what you have, young man!
STUDENT: Okay. The first day on my vacation, what I did on my summer vacation, the first day on my vacation, I woke up. Then, I went downtown to a quiet job. Then I hung out in front of the drugstore. The second day on my summer vacation, I woke up, then I went downtown to look for a job. Then I hung out in front of the drugstore. The third day on my summer vacation, I woke up...
TEACHER: Now that`s fine, young man!
STUDENT : ...Then I went downtown to look for a job...
TEACHER: Now that`s fine, young man!
STUDENT : ...Then I got a job, keeping people from here and out in front of the drugstore. The fourth day on my...
TEACHER: Young man? Young man? Young man!?
SHUT UP!!!!!
Thank you.
Now class, I have a surprise for you! I`m going to read you some poems out of this lovely book of poetry. The sun kisses the morning skies. The birds kiss the butterflies. The dew kisses the morning grass.
Class? Class!? Cla-- WAKE UP!!!!!

CHONG: I gotta go to the can, man!

Transcribed by Michael Hack

oh and another one is where the guy is in a drive- thru and wants a larg orange drink... the drive-thru guy doesn't understand and the guy is like "drink! drink! drink!"
yeah, its funny. ok so maybe its just funny to me.
I have the cd somewhere. I'll have to go find it and listen to it again.

Oh, and I always get a kick out of this one, Mexican Americans. I highlighted my favorite part cos its all me.

[Cheech]
Mexican Americans dont like to just get into gang fights they like
flowers and music and white girls named Deby too.

Mexican Americans are named Chata and Chella and Chema and have a son-in-law named Jeff.

Mexican Americans dont like to get up early in the morning but they have to so they do it real slow.

Mexican Americans love education so they go to night school and take they spanish and get a B.

(Ya leave that in)

Mexican Americans love their nana's and their nono's and their nina's and their nino's nanonanoninaninonooooo

Mexican Americans dont like to go to the movies where the dude has to where contact lenseses to make his blue eyes brown cuz dont it make my brow eyes blue.

[Cheech] And thats all I got how do you like it
[Chong] oh ya thats good
[Cheech] Its like a protest tune
[Chong] ya I dig that but while you were singing that I wrote another tune
[Cheech] oh ya
[Chong] its like the same thing only different wanna hear it
[Cheech] ya lets hear it
[Chong] its more rock n roll
[Cheech] alright we'll get down
[Chong] Beaners....Beaners i have to work more on the lyrics but its kinda like that
[Cheech] ya thats heavy

So there's another comedy skit that I just love.
Its by Eddie Murphy and I believe its called The Barbeque when his aunt falls down the stairs and yells, "oh lawd jeesus, hep meh" tumble tumble "mah shoe" tumble tumble . maybe it doesn't go exactly like that, but the "mah shoe" was always my favorite part. I'll save that for another day.

GrandCentral Phone

Grand Central
One Number.
One Voicemail box.
So many features.

I got a new number.
Its one that anyone can reach me at anytime to any of my phone numbers, cell, work, and home.
(713) 568-8859

Here's the announcement wording from their automatic email thingy...

Hello, friends!
I just signed up with GrandCentral and got a new phone number that will reach me at all of my existing phones. The only number you will ever need to reach me at is now (713) 568-8859.

Now you can reach me everywhere (cell, work, home) with a single number. And if I move, switch jobs, or buy a new phone...this number never changes. You can even use my new number as an email address (7135688859@grandcentral.com). It doesn't get much simpler than that.

Sorry for another "updated contact information" email, but now that you've got my GrandCentral number, this will be the last time I'll ever bug you about it.

Talk to you soon,
Felicia

So, do you want your very own number?? I'll hook you up with an invite, just let me know.

Crochet Project #66 or something like that...

OH! I forgot to post my first real crochet project. Its a hat that I made for my friend's new baby, Emma. Scary Gnome is wearing it in this pic, but it has already been delivered to the precious baby girl.


The Hat

The Emma

I thought I was just a dork... but a nerd?

Crochet Project 2 and 3

Skull or it could be Michael Meyers
(of Halloween fame?? maybe)

So I'm not wanting to make a scarf just yet. I know it will take me a whole year so I'm playing around with easy projects that come out of my head. they don't look put together nicely, but thats ok. :P

Dead Gnome or Shit-Face Drunk Gnome

I love gnomes. and gnomes can be found in any situations. here I started out making him to be a sleeping gnome sitting on his bum, but I couldn't get the pants right so, I just threw him on a pillow and took a picture... thus making him a "finished" project called... well, read above. :P

First Crochet Project

I can't knit. I've tried. I just can't get started on the second row. I can cast on like nothing else, but when it comes to working two needles and making the yarn stay in place... its impossible. I just cannot do it. period.

But, have no fear... I can crochet.

When I was a kid, my aunt taught me how to crochet a string... dang, I should know what its called, huh? oh well, the beginning string/line/whatever was all I could do back then. but now, with the help of an internet tutorial, I can do something.

Here is my first little project.

Actually, its not my first project. I started on a cellphone holder, but somewhere along the line, it got all curvy. I think I tightened the stitches too much. So I put that aside and began this one.

Its a pacman ghost. Its not what I set out to do. But then I didn't really have anything in mind. I didn't even have a pattern to follow. I just wanted to sink my teeth into something and this is what I came up with. I think its cute.

What do you think?

Well?

Netflix Quick Access 2

OY... A Meme

ok ok. Fine.

So I got tagged. I haven't been tagged in a long time... way back in my Yahoo! 360° days. I do not know who I'm going to tag, so I may have bad luck for the next 8 years... as if I don't just live bad luck already.

According to Andy, the rules are:

"In this version, tagged ones are to list 8 interesting little know facts about themselves, supply return links to the those that have tagged them and then perpetuate the meme by tagging others who have not yet been tagged."

ok, here we go

Eight things you wanna know about me
1. I like to spell out numbers whenever possible. (see the title)

2. When I was twelve, my friend Diane had spent the night with me. We were bored so we snuck out the window to go to 7-11 for a microwave burrito and a Big Gulp. At 3AM. She turned 40 on Monday.

3. I own seven pair of sunglasses. Three are knock-offs of some brand... one pair I got at the dollar store, the others are just sunglasses. Oh and I don't spend more than $10 a pair. I'm frugal like that.

4. I drive fast for no reason at all. I don't listen to the radio or music in the car. I think I'm getting old like that.

5. I gave my dog away a few months ago. I almost don't miss her anymore. oh wait, now that I brought her up, I miss her.

6. I am too lazy to hit the shift key to make capitals. I use way too many ellipses... and smilies :) and haha and jk, but I never lol. That's sooo 90s AOL.

7. I prefer my desktop to my laptop. I love my ergonomic keyboard. I have a hard time using the keyboard on the laptop.

8. I have gone gnome crazy. They're all over my desk at work. on my balcony at home. and on my window sill in my bedroom. and all over my myspace page.

So now I have to tag someone else...
I may have to dip back into yahoo! 360° for this one. Sorry if I mess this one up.

1. YOU
2. whatsername
3. Her
4. Him
5. whatsisname
6. tom
7. jane
8. dick

(I'll add someone soon. hopefully)

Security, I need Security

I'm sitting here thinking about what to do next.

I think its time for next.
But I am so afraid of the unknown.
This here, its all nice and comfy.
I can almost take advantage.
Ok, well maybe I do, a little.

Other than a decent raise, I pretty much get what I want here. In the next couple of weeks I will get a whole new system and two monitors... and I get upgraded to Adobe Creative Suite 3. I'm at CS2 currently. ok, I guess I don't really get what I want, because I'm sitting here wishing I had a new chair. This one sucks. My butt hurts and so does my back. Its old and the padding in the seat has gone as flat as its going to get. so, other than a decent raise, I want a new chair... or one that was made in this century.

I hate working under the corporate title. I mean, my department -- its corporate. which means, we don't generate revenue. We're just "overhead." So every year around April, we all get our yearly reviews and a tiny, little increase. Usually about 3%. I've heard some stories of 5% raises, but the norm is 3%. (oh wait, mine was 5% last time... I forgot.) Now of course you have your managers who get stock options and an occaisional bonus. good for them, huh? But what about us little folk? We do the hard work. The dirt work. And the grunt work, too! Oh, gosh, please don't assign me the task of restroom duty. That would truly stink. I could see it though. I could see it as the company trying to save a buck here in the office so we can spend more on the Golf Tournaments and the weekend outings that our big dogs take the clients on. You know what I hate? I hate Corporate America, but yet I'm stuck here.

Its comfy. I have a decent 401K, good insurance, I get a check every two weeks. I get vacation time and holidays and sick time. and I use them up. My hours are great, Monday to Friday, 8-5, but I don't get in until sometime between 8:30 to 9:00. Hey, there's no clock to punch! What am I supposed to do??

There's no one taking names as the late one walks in way past starting time. There's no "list" that I am on... well, I wonder... because I have a list of my own... okay okay, I have a few lists.
One is the dress code list. We aren't allowed to wear shorts. But some girls 'round here wear bermuda shorts... THEY are SHORTS! hell, it even has it in its name! What does one NOT get from that?? Capris are pants and they are on the Don't portion of the dress code. So if we can't wear capris why do they think they can get away with bermudas?? Ok so I do wear capris , but their bottoms are closer to the ground than bermudas bottoms are, right? Well? answer me!
OK back to my lists...
there's the annoying laugh list, loud talker list, bathroom buddies list, too many smoke-breaks list, roaming the halls list, there's a "I think I'm all that cos I got my first job working in an office" list, there's the lunch clique list, there's the trashy girls list, there's also the skank list. I like the ones on the skank list. They're also on my friends who get the funny-ass, open only when alone forwarded email distribution list. and last but not least, there is the "I so know these people want to be like me list" cos most do want to be like me... hahaha just kidding

OMAN... where am I. I hate when I get lost like that. What was this post supposed to be about??? Ohhhh yeah, security. I need security. Right.

For some reason, I think I have it. But I don't feel it. I really dont think more money will make me feel any more secure... although, I'd take it in a heartbeat and I'll come up with yet another list.

Wanna hear something funny?

Yesterday was my birthday. I am now two years away from 40.

So today at work, Deb brought a tray of sweet bread and Lily brought donuts and kolaches to celebrate this momentous event.

We all enjoyed the stuffs and had some laughs (at my expense, of course) then it was time to get back to work. So I say my thank yous and good-byes, they all leave and I turn to get to work.

Well, the tray of sweet bread was right in front of my computer screen. I had to move it to do get started with work, right? So, grab the tray while I'm getting up and something catches my foot (ok it is a freaking cord that goes to this heating pad/massage thingy that I have on my chair. I hardly ever even turn it on...).
I lose footing and I trip... The bread goes everywhere and there is this loud crashing. Surprisingly, only Lily is witness to the spectacle. So yeah, there's lots of crumbs on the floor. Here's the bad part --- shhh... I put the bread back on the tray and placed it on the file cabinet where the candy dish sits. shhh... let's see if anyone just comes and grabs some. I'll tell them they can have it if they don't mind the 10-second rule (since the bread did touch the ground and there is evidence that will stay there all day until the cleaning crew comes and vacuums it away). :)

Well anyway, I fell cos I'm getting old. And when you get old, you lose your senses, you're mobility gets strained, bones are weak... Its not a good thing. I mean, c'mon, the heating/massage chair pad thingy didn't give my age away?

Luckily, I was able to get back up, this time. But I'm thinking pretty soon I am definitely going to need one of those med alert bracelets. And possibly, I will be able audition to be the star of the next generation "I've fallen and I can't get up" commercial. I think I'm good enough for that gig.

Now this is Wild

This is going to be short and sweet.

I had not tweeted all day today. No big deal. Right? Right.
When I finally do, this is what happens. It blew my mind for a second.

You see it? huh? huh?


Well when I tweet I sometimes want to see it on the public time line. Its like seeing my name in lights or on the walk of fame and its cool. To me that is.

Well, check out what got me OMGing.

Just under my tweet. there is a mystical and a mstickel. right after one another. Now this could not have been planned, right? I mean, they can't be friends and thought they'd tweet at the same time so their names can come up together. right? its impossible. right? there are way too many twitterers tweeting to be able to do that, right? I don't know. I guess I'm still blown away.

ok maybe its no big deal to anyone... but it was to me. thus, my blogging about it. so there it is. Could I be totally sick with twitter? That I am actually blogging about it? and its bothering me? is it time to let it go? or what?



Tell me this is wild, please?

anyone?



anyone?

Ladies... what's in your purse?

I was at the grocery store this morning.
I had my big bag like most times.
Well not really.
I don't usually carry it around to the store. I usually take my Dooney & Bourke wristlet.
(I love that little thing). Mine is in this design,

but this style:

(normally I'd post a picture of my actual bag, but I no longer own a decent working camera)
My cousin Lauren has this bee themed one. She's a huge fan of the Astro's Killer Bees.
Cute, huh?


Anyway. At HEB, I'm ready to pay my bill so I pull out my little wristlet (cos I use it as a wallet in my huge ass bag) and I notice I have some sandals in there!!! a pair of sandals. I got a little embarrassed. What if I would have been in a shoe store and they had to call the cops?? well its a good thing the shoes looked to have been worn. See, I picked them up from my sister's house on Saturday cos she stole them from my house. So my purse was the most convenient place to put them to snatch them back. And I for got to pull them out when I got home. (they're out now and in their spot in the closet. Its one of those door-hangy-organizer-things)


So I had to laugh at myself and wondered what else I've been carrying in my bag.
Well here it goes:

• check book
• plastic envelope looking thing for my bills and pay stubs and other important info I THINK I need to carry around
• a coupon organizer -- and I hardly ever use coupons anymore.
• the usb cord for my mp3 player
• two sets of earbud headphones one black, one white... (I have to match the best I can)
• my mp3 player, in its case
• my 120 gig western digital portable hard drive and its usb cord
• a tube of lipstick that I never use
• several hair accessories - pony holders, clips, etc.
• a pen (yeah, one pen?? with all the other crap, you'd think I'd have several pens, huh?)
• some gobsomething or another jawbreaker like candy. (haven't even eaten one of 'em)
• a spoon. a real stainless steel spoon.
• a book of stamps
• a pair of sunglasses
• a book (cocktails for three, madeleine wickham)
• and some loose change.

oh guess what I didn't have in there? my cell. I forgot it at home. oh and my car keys were in my pocket. I hate to put them in my purse cos they get lost in the abyss that is the inside of my bag.

So, go ahead and take a look in your purse... what's in there?
anything interesting?

Keyhole Obsession

Don't laugh at me. (I know you will, but still dont) I have recently become obsessed.... here it goes. remember, don't laugh.

I've been driving my car for almost a year now. Its an '05 Mazda 3.

Yesterday I just noticed that there isn't a keyhole on the passenger door (I was trying to open the door with the key---??? don't ask - I could have just pushed he remote...). It kinda freaked me out for a second. I thought someone stole it... hey it was a quick second, things go through your mind... so now I've got this obsession with looking at passenger doors to see if there's a keyhole or not. (yes, I have like all the time in the world -- not).

So far my "research" tells me its 50/50. The majority of newer cars don't have the passenger keyhole. soooo....

my question to you is... does your car have the passenger door keyhole or not? and what kind of car is it? And while you're at it, ask your friends & family.

I'm really curious so I'm taking a this survey.