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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Scariest Book / Movie Ever?

After yesterday's post about being scared by footsteps from a movie, I thought it'd be interesting to hear from YOU.  What was the scariest book or movie you've read/seen?

I don't know the name of the book - it was an anthology of ghost stories I read back in 1985 or something.  I was sitting in a rocking chair with my back to the door and the character in the book was sitting in a rocking chair with her back to the door when something awful happened.  Freaky.

Movies?  I don't do slasher/gore.  Blair Witch Project freaked me out.  As did Paranormal Activity.   But I think the worst was Signs.  I saw it at night on the other side of town so I had to drive home (past a cornfield no less).  ACK

So...tell me the scariest book/movie ever and why did it hit home?

Monday, November 29, 2010

Delerium & Intruders

BAD Blogger.  Baaaaaaaad Blogger!

Knowing I had family coming to town and being the responsible blogger I am, I scheduled posts for both Saturday and Sunday.  Imagine my surprise when I logged on a bit ago and discovered that NEITHER of them actually published.


Somehow they reverted from "scheduled" to "drafts" so while I was cooking for, chatting with, and cleaning up after family nothing happened.  

Ahhhh, c'est la vie.  Let's get on with Mock me Monday, shall we?

The last time I had the flu, I'd been up all night -- as often happens with the flu.  Anyhow, the next day my husband took the kids off to the mall so I could get some real sleep in peace.  (What a guy, huh?)

I had the TV on, but I kept dozing off so I didn't manage to finish a single episode of anything.

Ocean's 13 came on (love those movies!), but sure enough I dozed off before I got to watch much of it.  I guess I was out about a half hour when I heard a noise in the house.  I struggled to wake myself up.  I needed my wits about me if I was going to get out of this in one piece. 

First, I listened to make sure it wasn't part of my dream.  Nope, I heard it again and I was definitely awake.  I glanced at the clock - still too early for hubs to be back with the kids. That could only mean one thing:


I imagined him downstairs, rifling through the desk drawers just inside the garage door, or rummaging through my underwear drawer (the sicko).  He MUST be stopped! 

I tried to think.  Should I fake sleeping?  Should I hide?  What was he after?  We didn't have anything worth stealing really.  Yeah, we had a couple TV's, but they're the old fashioned big, boxy things that weight about 2 tons.  We keep talking about getting a flat screen, but it hasn't happened yet.  

We also have a couple dead computers hiding downstairs.  One of these days I'm going to take them in to the computer guru and get the data transferred to an external hard drive.  Yeah, it's been about 3 years but I still think I'll get around to it one of these days weeks months sometime.  

So while they were easier to make off with than one of our televisions, he wouldn't be getting much since the mother board is dead on the one and the other one is being suffocated by viruses.

I tried to think.  Where was my phone...could I call 911?  Should I? I didn't want the intruder to discover he wasn't alone.

I snuck a peek across the room, heart pounding, and discovered the source of the footsteps:  it was the movie. One of the characters was walking across the screen.

On the one hand, I was greatly relieved that my outdated electronics were safe for another day, but on the other hand, I felt like a dolt for letting a movie freak me out.  See why I don't do slasher movies? hahahaha

Thursday, November 25, 2010

One of a Thousand Thankful Posts

Thanksgiving is special to me.  Yeah, I get time off work and get to hang with family and eat way more yummilicious food than I should...but that's not what leaps to mind each year at this time.  Nope.  I think about my husband.  (I'll pause while y'all get your awwwwwwwwwwws out of the way)

I met him just before Thanksgiving, you see.  He asked me out the day before and we went on our first date the day after.  

This year marks 19 years since that first Thanksgiving.  

We were engaged before the next one and married by the third.  Pregnant w/our oldest at the 4th and new parents at the fifth. 

So this time of year is special.  I have tons of other blessings to be thankful for, but to keep this short and sweet, 
I'm going to refer you to an oldie but a goodie:

One of these days I'll do a follow up:  The First Date


Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Miss PIFFY's First Strike!

The holiday is upon us and what better time for the
Pay It Forward FairY 

to strike?  

I've got a little something going out to someone this week...if you signed up already, keep an eye on your mailbox.  If you'd like to get your name in the drawing for next time details are HERE

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!

 Upon further consideration, 
I think we might change it to SPIFFY:

Someone Paying It Forward For You

Just because it's easier to say 
"Well isn't that SPIFFY" 
than it is to say 
"That was certainly PIFFY"

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Winner & Funny

I was going to title this Funny Winner, but didn't want to accidentally offend the winner, so I'm going to announce the blog jog day winner and then leave you with a funny.  How's that?

Your three options for the game this weekend were:  
A-Trash Can Stealing Boyfriend
B-Awkward Moment with Open Bathroom Door
C-Compromising Photos of Babysitting Parents

The correct answer is A!  Almost all of you guessed B or C.  If it makes you feel better, there were elements of truth in both B and C (which makes for the best lies, so I've been told).  B is something I'm AFRAID will happen, so I always close the door.  C is something that happened to a friend (her babysitter found pictures).  

So the winner of the Amazing Prize to be discovered when it arrives in the mail (makes it a bit more fun, don't you think?) is:

Congrats, Karen!  I'll be emailing you for your address.

For the rest of you, a consolation prize.  I'm not sure WHERE I found this (I don't hang out at Youtube much) but it made me laugh and is TOTALLY something I'd do to people.  The video is 6 mins long, but you'll get the gist of what they're doing in the first minute, so if you're pressed for time, you don't need to keep going.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Mock Me Monday - Flag Football

Welcome Blog Joggers!  Come on in, poke around a bit, and make yourself comfortable.  

When you're ready to move on, your next hostess is Deborah McCarragher at God Mission PossibleDeborah is the author of Mission Possible and is giving away a gift card which will certainly come in handy with Christmas approaching. Stop by and introduce yourself. 

If you run into a broken link, you can find the list of all blog jog participants HERE.

And, finally, to enter my mysterious Blog Jog Giveaway, go HERE


Not sure what made me remember this, but out of the blue there it was...and so I'm going to share with you.

From an adult/parental perspective, a lot of these things smack of bullying behavior.  It was absolutely NOT like that at all. At the time, I thought it was hysterical.

T. was a terrible flirt...or a very good one, depending on your perspective.  I always knew this about him, and so 99% of the time, I didn't really think about anything he said or did.

But every once in awhile his natural charm would wear down my defenses and I'd start to think MAYBE just MAYBE there was something else there.  Of course, the minute you start to give credence to The Player, he changes the rules.  Frustrating, but true.

So T was an on again - off again crush.  Mostly off, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit to a weakness where he was concerned.

T was the life of any party.  Never knew what he'd say or do.  Often, I was the recipient of his antics.  Like the time he threw me into the swimming pool, fully clothed.  (I didn't make the connection until afterwards, but I was wearing all-white).

Then there was the time we were on the bus going home and he stole my shoes (I don't know how he did it either), tied the strings together and dangled them out the bus window.  We laughed and laughed.  As we approached the bus stop, I demanded my shoes back and he reluctantly agreed...but he didn't bother to hold onto the strings when he opened the window, so they fell into the middle of the street! (yes, I made him run into the intersection to retrieve them once the bus stopped).

And then, there was the football game.

A bunch of us were hanging out at the football field after school.  The guys wanted to play football, but the girls would only agree if it was flag football.  The guys agreed, but we didn't have anything to use for flags.

I can't say I was upset about this hitch.  I'm not very athletic, and now I didn't have to make up an excuse not to play.
But T. had other ideas.

You see, I had a pair of jeans on that were ripped at the knee.  Before I knew what was happening, he ripped my pant leg off.  Then, because he was a gentleman and didn't want me walking home looking goofy, he ripped the other pant leg off too.

Voila!  Instant flags for flag football.

I don't believe I ever told my mom the real story behind my instant shorts.  Parents don't like to hear about boys ripping clothes off their darling daughters.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Blog Jog Day

Welcome Blog Joggers!  Come on in, poke around a bit, and make yourself comfortable.  

When you're ready to move on, your next hostess is Deborah McCarragher at God Mission PossibleDeborah is the author of Mission Possible and is giving away a gift card which will certainly come in handy with Christmas approaching. Stop by and introduce yourself. 

If you run into a broken link, you can find the list of all blog jog participants HERE.


I decided we'd play a game today.  Here's what you need to know.  I'm going to relate three 'memories', but only one is real.  Vote for A, B, or C in the comments and be sure to include either your email address or a link to your blog.  If you're right, you'll be eligible for the drawing for my Grand Prize which might be cash, might be books, or might be something edible and delicious.  Ready?

(A)  I dated a guy once that worked as a taxi driver.  One night near the end of his shift, someone stole his little zippered pouch of cash.  After he got off work he came over and picked me up and we drove by the Prime Suspect's house.  I should mention that the whole reason he suspected these particular individuals was because of their race, which I found so distasteful, we broke up soon after. NOT a supporter of racial profiling!  Anyway, while I waited in the car not having a CLUE what he was planning on doing, he snuck around the car and stole their garbage can!  He stuck it in the trunk of his car (sideways)  and drove to a remote location to sift through it to see if the pouch was in there. It wasn't.

This was also the guy who used to wash his shoes every day with Comet and an old toothbrush.  I suppose I should be glad it was an OLD toothbrush, huh?

(B)  We have an open-door policy around our house.  It's nothing we sat down to talk about, it just sort of evolved that way.  We don't always leave the door open, but it's never locked and so when one of the kids just has to wash his hands or get a pony tail thingy, they do.  

One day, I was alone at work.  The boss had gone out of town for some conference, and wasn't supposed to be back until the next day.  I was getting ready to go home.  I had forwarded the phones, shut down the computer, and gathered my stuff.  I decided to make a quick pit stop, so I dashed into the bathroom, and neglected to shut the door.  (You probably see where I'm going with this). 

The ONE time I don't shut the bathroom door just had to coincide with the ONE time the boss came back to the office unexpectedly.  Apparently he was on his way home, driving right by the office and heard nature's call himself.  I thought I would die of embarrassment...

I ALWAYS shut the door now.  No exceptions.

(C)  Ordinarily speaking, I'm very respectful of other people's privacy...mostly because I am very protective of my own.  I know, as much as I gush the embarrassing details of my life around here, you'd never suspect it.  Anyhow, back when I was 15 or so, I was babysitting for a family. They always paid really well, so I loved it when they called.  They had two kids, a girl about 8 and a boy who was 11 or 12...almost too old for a sitter.  

Anyway, one night the older boy was stalling.  He didn't want to go to bed and so he was making up some lame excuse about needing a stuffed animal or something before bed.  His sister was already conked out.  He said his mom had taken it away for a week because he'd talked back but she was supposed to have given it back that night and she'd forgotten.  He said he knew where it was, but he couldn't reach it. 

I hesitated because I didn't want to give him something he wasn't supposed to have.  I gave in, though, figuring I'd just sneak it away from him once he was asleep and put it back before the parents got home. He directed me to his parent's walk in closet saying it was on the top shelf.  I made him keep watch at the door, I was that uncomfortable digging around in their room. 

I didn't find his stuffed animal, though. I found a stash of polaroids of his parents in ummmm, very compromising positions.  I shoved them back where I found them and high-tailed it out of the room.  I was so embarrassed, I never sat for them again.  

I'm ashamed to say it took me 20 + years to wonder if their son set me up.  I thought it was kinda weird, the fuss he was making over a stuffed animal.

SO....which is the real deal?  A  B  or C?  Guess below! 

Next up: God Mission Possible. Good luck winning the gift certificate!

Saturday, November 20, 2010

True-False Answers

1.   My favorite color is pink. TRUE - no explanation needed

2.   I've got a tattoo of a heart on my ankle. FALSE. Though if I ever had to get one, this would be the thing

3.   I love to dance.  FALSE. I'd have to be drunk first.

4.   I'm deathly afraid of birds.  FALSE.  Though one of my sisters is.

5.   I used to pierce my thumbnail. TRUE.  I got the idea from my bestie in high school. I would grow my thumbnail out (my thumbnails are thicker than my other nails), then use a safety pin to *drill* a hole in the tip.  I'd wear earrings in it.

6.   At one point, my daughters had nearly thirty Barbie dolls. TRUE. They had a doting aunt who bought them a Barbie for birthdays/Christmas.  They also had about every Barbie set you can think of - the airplane, the vet center, etc.  So one year I invited all the girls in my daughter's class over to play with them...on Barbie's birthday March 9th! 

7.   I never learned to ride a bike.  FALSE.

8.   I didn't get my driver's license until I was 28.  TRUE.  I got it because we moved to Iowa, where the bus service sucked.

9.   A psychic once told me I was a pirate in a previous life.  FALSE.  Though this would be really cool.

10. When I lived in Vegas, I got to be an extra in the movie Con Air.  FALSE.  Although, it's possible.  I was walking to the mall (I think) with C who was only a couple months old. While standing at the corner waiting for the light to change, a production crew whizzed by.  They were in a car on a flat bed truck, driving towards downtown.  I've never seen the movie, but I COULD be in the background...though probably not.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Taking optimism too far

I'm an eternal optimist, always looking for that silver lining in every cloud.  While this DOES tend to irritate some people, it's never been a problem, really.  Part of my charm (flutters eyelashes coyly)

I think I may be taking it too far this time, though.

As you know, the Creeping Crud has been working its way through my house this week.  Hubs and Daughterling #1 were taken down last night.  And despite obsessive compulsive handwashing on my part, I'm dismayed to report the last few minutes, my own stomach has started making strange noises and being ever-so-slightly not right.  I can't say it hurts, or that I feel at all under the weather.  But something is clearly amiss.  I fear The Creeping Crud has me in it's grasp...I'm just hoping to make it through the next 3 hours before it achieves system dominance.

Like my son, making it home before succumbing is ample reason to be grateful. 

I'm taking this one step further, though. 

I actually had the following thought:

Well, if I'm gonna get sick, at least I'll have a fresh perspective to use for my WIP.    

A story about a Porcelain God, has got to have a fair amount of hurling, dontcha think?  Like I said, I think I may have crossed the line this time.  hahaha.  

Oh, and my son actually cried this morning because he missed eating the chicken patty at school yesterday.  I tried really hard not to laugh.  Poor thing.
Lining up posts for the next couple days, just in case....

True or False

It's one of those days when I've got tons of cool ideas to write about, but they all take a little more time and/or effort than I've got tonight.  So, we'll just play a totally random game of True or False.

1.   My favorite color is pink.
2.   I've got a tattoo of a heart on my ankle.
3.   I love to dance.
4.   I'm deathly afraid of birds.
5.   I used to pierce my thumbnail.
6.   At one point, my daughters had nearly thirty Barbie dolls.
7.   I never learned to ride a bike.
8.   I didn't get my driver's license until I was 28.
9.   A psychic once told me I was a pirate in a previous life.
10. When I lived in Vegas, I got to be an extra in the movie Con Air.


Thursday, November 18, 2010

Just had to share...

As you know from my thankful post yesterday, my son has been sick.  He was feeling better this morning, because he got upset with me for keeping him home today.  

Memorable quotes from this morning:

"I'm supposed to be at school.  I need my friends."
"I have to get to school!  I'm missing recess!"
(there was real panic in his voice, so cute)

AND, my absolute favorite:

"You need to call the school and tell them to deliver me a chicken patty." 

My Jet Dream

That title is literal, by the way.  It's not a sassy play on words meant to lure you in.  Not feeling particularly imaginative this evening, but I need a post for the morning, so I thought I'd share a collection of dreams, but this one seems to be long enough to suffice by itself, so I'm gonna run with it.

The other night, I dreamt about two little boys.  One was in a wheel chair and the other was a computer freak enthusiast. They were the best of friends, and did everything together.  Both were very bright, but social outcasts.  Both were underweight/scrawny one because he couldn't exercise his legs the other because he spent too much timeon the computer. They were about 10-11 years old.

Wheelchair boy had a special seat made behind his chair  (back to back) for his friend so they could go everywhere together. In the dream, I knew one of them was supposed to fly somewhere and they were bummed at the idea of being separated. 

I don't know if the little boy made his flight, but I remember the sound of the plane taking off and thinking it was louder than usual.  I remember smelling jet fuel and saying I had never smelled it before during a take off.

I looked out the window of my apartment building and saw how low the plane was and I worried it would land on the building and we'd all be crushed.  I remember seeing the jet trailing smoke, how it turned black and twisted and turned in on itself. I saw power lines caught up in the smoke, ripped out of the ground, and knew the plane was going to go down.  It passed out of my field of vision, but I stood by the window, waiting for impact.

And then I woke up.  I watched the news that morning to see if there had been any plane crashes.  I can still smell the jet fuel, and see the billowing black smoke.  That was the morning the Qantas plane had to make an emergency landing in Indonesia after an explosion took out one of its engines.  Though, nothing I read resembled my dream, so it was just a coincidence.  

I did dream about five tornadoes coming at me (I was living in Vegas, they don't get tornadoes), only to wake up the next morning to discover a rash of five tornadoes had wreaked havoc in Florida overnight.

(insert twilight zone theme song)

What would you do if your dreams started coming true?

Wednesday, November 17, 2010


Everywhere you look these days, people are posting what they are thankful for.  I'm usually not much of a follower, but I am OVERCOME with gratitude right now.  

I'm a lucky girl.  Not only do a lot of outright GOOD things happen to me, but often times even when things are bad, they are never as bad as they could be.  If my life were a car accident, while other people were totaling their cars, I would be nicking the mailbox.

So, tonight was a big night in our house.  Coders had a concert at school.  Last year, they set a chair beside the risers and his helper sat with him, ready to whisk him away at the first sign of trouble.  

This year, he got to stand on the risers with all the other kids.  Before we left the house, he was full of energy.  Literally bouncing off the walls.  I was concerned about him making it through the concert with all that energy.  Could he stand still for 30 minutes?

He started out strong.  But then he saw me standing at the back of the room, pointed to me and said, "Mommy, come here!"  Later, he was standing beside the risers and hopping up and down trying to get a better look at us.  Yup, I had that kid, the one who clearly has his own agenda whilst all the other kids are busy performing.

Anyhow, he made it through all but the last two songs, so we were really proud of him! But that's not what I'm grateful for.

We came home and he told us a girl in his class (his super special friend) got sick today.  These words strike fear in a parent's heart and put their inner doctor on high alert.  I surreptitiously kissed his forehead to see if he were feverish.  Reminded him if he felt icky he needed to let us know right away.  My husband got a waste basket ready, just in case.

And then, the unthinkable (for which I am sooo grateful) happened. My boy puked.  A LOT.  Almost all of it made it into the garbage can, and while I'm thankful for this, it isn't the thing that inspired me to pre-empt my scheduled post for this one.

The thing I am so over-the-top thankful for is that he got sick at home and not on the risers at school during the concert.  We hadn't been home a half hour when it happened.  Imagine all the video cameras rolling as the kids are singing some sweet song and then my boy upchucks all over Chuck....and Mary, and Joey, and Jenny.  Uhhh, yeah.  


It's all about perspective and appreciating the little things my friends. 

What are you grateful for today???

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Gettin' Nekkid

Ha!  I got your attention, didn't I?  No, I'm not playing with key words to drive Google searchers to my site.  That's a little further down on my to-do list.  Believe it or not, I'm going to talk about something writing related. 


(Hey, I heard that!  Yeah, it's been awhile since I talked about writing but was that reaction really warranted?)

Ahem.  As I was saying....

Do you know those dreams where you're sitting in your high school science class only to discover you're in your underwear (or worse--completely naked)?  Actually, I don't have those kind of dreams, my stress comes from forgotten locker combinations or being late to class. 

Still,  I think most of us will agree being under-dressed amongst our high school peers would be a major stressor.  It was bad enough changing in front of girls in the locker room for gym...throw in a dozen boys and a teacher and -- ACK!  Anxiety attacks have raged over far less.

(Get ready, I'm going to talk about writing now.  A turbulent transition)

I'm one that keeps my work close until I feel it's ready for human consumption.  Once I've done everything I can think to do to it and once I LIKE it, then I will share it.  I've won critiques in contests that I've passed on because I just wasn't ready to share my stuff yet.  In my mind, I didn't want to waste anyone's time by sending them something I knew how to fix.  My thought was I should buff and polish it to the best of my ability and then look for feedback because I hit a roadblock.

But that's about to change.  I'm about to get nekkid...metaphorically speaking that is.  I won a five page critique from Steena's logline contest from the amazing Michelle McLean and that little voice in my head is telling me it's time. 

I'm telling all of you so I can't chicken out.  (brock brock)

(for those of you struggling to keep up with my rambles...I will now tie nakedness to writing)

Sharing my work is very much like stripping.  I feel completely bare allowing others to read my words.  It used to be fear of failure that kept me from sharing.  Now, it's the intimacy of the transaction.  Allowing someone to read my writing (especially before I've done enough to even form an opinion of it myself) is like inviting someone to move in with me.  They're going to see that my kitchen counters are stained, that there are usually a couple pairs of abandoned socks littering the living room floor, and so much more. 

But then it occurred to me, after doing a couple critiques for others what a wonderful opportunity it is to have someone else tell you "hey, this isn't working" or "why don't you try this?"  I would rather hear my main character is coming off like a TOAD before I spend months crafting him.  If there are problems, I want to know early on, so I can fix them before they are so deeply ingrained I have to start over.

So, yup, I'm gettin' nekkid and sending off those first five pages today. 

Tell me...when do you get nekkid with your MS?  After the first chapter?  After the first draft?

Monday, November 15, 2010

Mock Me Monday - Runnin'

I was reminded of this incident while I was writing last week's post. 

It was one of those days from the start.  Waking up late for work, not having any cold cuts to make a sandwich for lunch, hair not cooperating, and then the capper:  I got a HUGE run in my hose.  Sometimes, if I'm wearing tan/nude hose I can get away with it but these were black and ran from mid thigh to ankle.  

In other words, OBVIOUS.

The only GOOD spot to all this was that my dad was giving me a ride to work. I had him stop off at the store so I could buy a new pair of panty hose.  He dropped me off at the office and drove off.  I unlocked the front door, and crossed the reception area quickly to enter the security code.  

For the record, I HATE entering PINs, passwords, and security codes.  I'm always afraid I'll get it wrong.  It's kinda like trying to keep a simple beat, and once you're aware of the beat and have the fear you might screw up you inevitably lose it.

So, it didn't surprise me on this day of all days, I mis-entered the code.  I had learned, though, if you just enter it properly a second time it cancels out the bad one and everything is hunky dory.  So I did just that.  I quickly re-entered the code, the sirens did NOT wail, so I went into the main office, powered up my computer, turned the answering machine off, and headed to the restroom to change out of my ripped panty hose.

I had inadvertently bought a pair of control top hose.  You know the ones that are like SUPER tight?  Yeah...well, it turns out trying to pull on a pair of those suckers was next to impossible while glistening with sweat -- it was over a hundred degrees outside, plus the stress of the morning....I hadn't exactly kept my cool.

That's when the phone rang.  I had the hose pulled up to my knees at this point so I penguin walked to my desk.  The attorneys wouldn't be in for a while, and my desk was only five feet from the bathroom.  I have no real explanation for why I did this.  I could have let it go.  It wouldn't have been the end of the world.  

My only excuse is that I have an almost compulsive desire need to answer ringing phones.  I'll be at Target or the bank or the doctor's office and if hear one of their internal phones going off I seriously have to restrain myself from answering.

So there I was, knees bound together from the tightest pair of hose in history, leaning over my desk to reach the phone. 

It was the police.  Turns out we didn't have an audible alarm at the office.  We had a silent one that automatically called the cops.  They asked if I was okay...if I were being held against my will.  I thought of my binding hose and tried not to laugh.  I told them I was fine, that I'd mistyped the code.  Kind of a "thanks for coming, see ya later" response. 

They asked me to come outside to prove I was okay and not being held hostage.

I know they were just doing their job but the timing of this particular request wasn't exactly convenient.  Can you picture me waddling out to the front yard with my panty hose stuck at my knees and chatting with the Captain? 

There was NO WAY I was going outside just then. Now, I could have agreed, hung up the phone, wrestled my hose on the rest of the way, and THEN gone outside.  That would make sense.

But since when does ANYthing I do ever make sense? Besides the compulsive need to answer ringing phones, I also have this unfortunate inclination to want to respond immediately to requests from authority figures.  Stress on immediately.

I'm quite an obedient wench.

And so I was in a bit of a quandary.  The need to go outside NOW at war against the need to finish what I started with my hose.

And that's when my third compulsory behavior kicked in.  

Care to guess what it might be?

I'm a chronic truth-teller.

Sooooo, I explained to the officer on the phone why I couldn't go outside...that I was tied up but not in any malicious way...and asked if he could give me just a minute to set things straight.

He tried not to laugh.  I don't know how he managed, cuz I'm laughing at myself from way over here!  I went to the bathroom, and tried pulling those suckers up the rest of the way...and I don't remember if I gave up or if I ended up putting a run in the new pair too.  Either way, I ended up going out to meet the officers bare-legged.

(I DID have my skirt on!  I swear!)

The moral of this story is this:  If you get a run in your hose, just stay home.  Don't risk police intervention.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Yet Another Random Question...

I was feeling a little unimaginative, so I asked my daughter for a completely random question.  And here it is....

Do you like dinosaurs?

I'm going to add, if you have a favorite?

When I was a kid, I read every dinosaur book in the school library.  I knew all about them.  


My favorites were the ankylosaurus (loved that he could club any dinos that gave him attitude!)  and triceratops (hahaha...same reason, look at those horns!)   

Don't you think the triceratops looks a little bit like a rhinoceros?  

I wonder if the fact my older brother picked on me a lot has anything to do with my affinity for these two?


Saturday, November 13, 2010

Question Time

I like to keep things light and fun on the if you're passing through today, tell me what you had for breakfast.

I'm typing this on Thursday night, so I can't say for SURE what I ate for breakfast Saturday morning, but we usually have bacon and either scrambled eggs/toast or pancakes.  How about you?

And for my growing list of how in the hell does this crap get funded?  I give you this story.  Seriously, why did anyone think it necessary to study this and now that they know, what benefit could it possibly bring anyone?

Friday, November 12, 2010

Absolute Rambles & Randomness

Going to treat you to random ideas today...not feeling all that focused today, so you just get snippets.  They're easier to read anyhow.

The other day I had what I think is a brilliant idea, but it's probably not marketable.  I think it'd be fun to tell the same story as a Middle Grade and adult novel?  Say there's a mother and her daughter in the story, you tell the MG story from the daughter's perspective and the adult from Mom's.  I would sell them together - a book for mom and a book for junior. How fantabulous would that be?  

I went to Subway for lunch yesterday.  Actually I went to the Post Office to mail off the Brains prize package and got THIS close to the building before I realized they were closed for Veteran's Day. (DOY)  I figured as long as I was out, I might as well get Subway.  Anyhow...I was just wondering if anyone else thought the Subway bag looked like those plastic wrappers they put your newspaper on days they're expecting rain???

While I'm typing this, I'm having the nicest little chat on Facebook with another Vicki Rocho.  How cool is that?  Now I have to behave so my online reputation doesn't tarnish hers.... hahaha.

It was super windy the other day.  Garbage cans were rolling all over the place. And I wondered why they don't make weighted bases that attached to the can so after they're emptied, they don't blow all over the neighborhood?  I picture a release lever of some sort like those garbage cans where the foot pedal lifts the lid?  I don't want our sanitation engineers popping their spleens from lifting the extra poundage all day.
Is that enough randomness for one day?  Want to ramble back at me?  Tell me your plans for the weekend....

Thursday, November 11, 2010

It's Kinda a Funny Story

If you've been with me for any length of time, you've heard me refer to myself as a musical ignoramus.  No, I'm not being too harsh.  It's a fair assessment, if anything I could be a little tougher on myself.

So a few years back (2008 I believe), my daughter was watching American Idol Gives Back. I was in the dining room, but I could tell singer was YUMMILICIOUS. The song sounded vaguely familiar.  I happened to be sitting at the computer, so when they named the singer, I Googled him double quick.  First, I was just drooling over his pics.  Then I discovered he was in a BAND, so I Googled them.

I looked them up on You Tube and listened to the songs they had released to date (quite a few, as it turned out).  And that's when I discovered, I loved every song they had released -- I just had never bothered to find out who the artist behind all these songs was.

And why am I bringing all this up? Because my wonderful, devoted husband has bought me tickets to go see this band and I've been listening to their latest album (just released) and it's love all over again.

Lemme show you a picture of Hot Stuff who started this journey...see if you can guess the band:

Okay, okay, I KNOW he's way too young for me but it's not like I actually expect to ride off into the sunset with him anyway.  And if he looked completely awkward and creepy, I'd still love the music...

So if you haven't guessed, and let's face it, you probably all HAVE guessed because you are all way more clued in than I am...the Mystery Man is Adam Levine from Maroon 5 and they are playing in Chicago on December 3rd and hubbers bought tickets this past weekend.  I am sooooooooooooooooooo excited.

So, now you tell me....what was the last concert you saw and what is the one concert you'd LOVE to see?  (It's okay if you have to bring musicians back from the dead)

(My last concert was ColdPlay. I only knew one song, but they put on a fantastic show)

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

cody speak

More words of wisdom from my little ones:

While we were out trick-or-treating, my son kept asking each and every homeowner a question.  It started simple:

do you have any puppies?
do you have any kitties?
do you have any puppies or kitties?
do you have any puppies, kitties, or other pets?

Then it was:
do you have consoles?
We got so many blank stares, I explained to him that a lot of people wouldn't know what a console was.  So at the next door:

"Do you have any consoles?  A console is a box you play games on."


"No no, she's not my friend.  I'm an enemy of girls...except for mom."


"No! Don't cut that one!  It's my magic toenail."


He was talking about his brother (who does not exist--he's the only boy). I asked what his brother's names was.  He said:


I had to ask what it stood for.

"Dashell Robert Parr, Alien Adult."


One day he had to tell me he had used my computer while I was out. My computer is strictly off-limits.  He was wringing his hands as he approached.  I said, "Awww, look at him. He looks so nervous and scared."
He says, "I'm NARED, part nervous, part scared."


Miss K gave me a makeover one night. 
"Mom, what is that?" (pointing to my face)
"Your sister made me beautiful."
"Before she made you beautiful you were old and odd."

(NOTE: I may have hidden the camera before the makeover to ensure there was no evidence)

Overheard any good quotes lately?

Tuesday, November 9, 2010


This took longer to wind up than I thought it would, but THANKS to everyone who entered either by leaving a comment or submitting a worst-day story.  These seriously cracked me up!  

I identified the writer of each entry.  If you're curious, here's a quick and easy link.

The winner of the Worst Day Ever contest is 

She gets to pick which prize she wants, the $40 cash or the book Brains by Robin Becker, and accompanying ghoulish snackage.

The runner up - who gets the other package, is.....

 Send me your addresses and I'll get these out in the mail ASAP!

Thanks to everyone for playing!  I'm thinking about doing another Blackjack game (that was sooo much fun!), but I'm going to have to schedule it for a Saturday or an evening because it takes too much work to try to do while I'm working. Maybe that'll make for a good 250 - 300 follower celebration?

Monday, November 8, 2010

Mock Me Monday - Walk of Shame

Let me say right off the bat I'm not talking about *that* walk of shame.  

Uh, no.  

Have never had the opportunity.  Read into that what you will.  Hope you're not too, can we get on with my real shame?

Years ago, I lived in Vegas and worked as a receptionist/admin in a law office.  There were two attorneys and since they were just starting out, I was the only support staff.  Needless to say there was a LOT of paperwork involved.  Requesting medical records, drafting complaints and answering interrogatories (ahem, a fancy legalese way of saying 'questions'), my favorite (please insert sarcastic eyeroll here) was making copies of all the documents in the file and typing up a list of each item.  These lists were often several pages long.  Lotsa fun.

I would often go into the office early because I could get more done in the hour before we opened than I could the rest of the morning.  Once that phone started ringing, all bets were off.

I didn't drive back then.  Once in awhile my dad or future hubs would give me a ride, but most days I took the bus.  It wasn't so bad.  The bus stop was only 3 or 4 blocks from our apartment, and stopped a block from work.  

One day, I had a whole lot of work to do, so I left the house at 6, to catch the 6:15 hoping to get 2 hours of solid work in before the phones started.

I got to the bus stop in good time.  I had a few extra minutes to kill, so I paced the sidewalk hoping when I turned to retrace my steps I'd see the bus in the distance.  

And that's when I noticed it.  

I had on mismatched shoes: one black and one navy blue pump.  


When I find a basic wardrobe staple I really like I go back to the store and get it in another color.  Thus I had identical shoes in navy and black and so when I had gotten dressed in the near-dark that morning, I hadn't noticed the difference.

Soooo, I trudged back to the apartment to change my shoes (missed the bus...wouldn't be another one until 7:15) and ended up getting to work about my normal time.  


All this reminds me of another story from that office...involving the police, hahaha.  I'll save that for next week!

LAST CHANCE to vote!  I'm posting winners tomorrow!!!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Another Question

While taking daughter to school the other morning, we saw a big ol' black bird (maybe a crow, maybe a raven, maybe a do you tell the difference anyway?) on the shoulder of the road nipping away at a squished rabbit or squirrel or something.

And I got to thinking... I do.

How is it that birds can eat all manner of roadkill and not be adversely affected by it but if a human were to eat the same thing we'd be in for a heckuva icky bathroom incident and possibly even death?

Okay, I know we're entirely different species.  But is there something about their digestive systems or immune systems that allow them the luxury (please note sarcasm) of eating carrion?

Also, I'd like to mention that I'm NOT jealous of them or anything.  I have no desire to eat squished rabbits and squirrel.  I actually have no desire to eat delicately roasted members of the rodent family either.  

Really, though, why is it this crap doesn't kill birds?

On another completely unrelated note 

(or maybe related in a really strange way)

Voting for the Worst Day Ever Contest closes tomorrow, so get those votes in!  Here's a handy dandy hyperlink, cuz I'm nice like that

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Informal Poll

Just keeping it light this weekend:

What time do you eat dinner (or supper for some of you)?
Do you eat at the dining room table or in front of the TV?
Who does most of the cooking?

We eat about 5:30 most nights.  I'm starving by the time I get home from work.  Hubs and I both cook.  He starts, and I usually finish when I get home. Growing up we ALWAYS ate at the dining room table.  So I'm a little embarrassed to admit we eat pretty much anywhere.  Sometimes at the table,and sometimes in the living room--but we are together, which I think is more important than where we are.