Dear Litterbugs,

Don't mess with Texas. When will you learn? I will report you. I would report my own parents and have threatened to do so. To the unsuspecting individual in the Lowe's parking lot who thinks the world is his ashtray: sorry, dude. There are proper receptacles for your cigs and the ground is not one of them. It's unfortunate for you, and lucky for me, that I keep a pen and notepad in the console of my car. I wrote down the facts, came home, and I reported your "butt" on the Don't Mess With Texas website. (Notice the pun? B made a funny.) He should be receiving a letter from the the DMWT campaign, along with a trash bag, stating that he was caught littering. I only wish I could see the looks on these people's faces when they read these letters. If you want to take action and report a litterer, click on the icon below.

I wish I could write tickets or make like a citizen's arrest or something. That would be more fun.

The good ole summertime.

It's hot. But thank goodness the 'rents have a swimming pool. And it felt good today. But I must say, the water was warm. 90 degrees! It was almost like a bath. It beat the 100 plus temperatures around here. J is swimming really good. C, well, he likes the water. They both jump in like maniacs.

I would be completely remiss if I didn't give a shout out to Yoda today. Happy Birthday! It's also my mother-in-law's birthday.

My brother and his family landed safely back in the U.S. last week. It's killing me to know that they are so close, yet still so far away. We won't see them until the end of July. I can't wait.

I'll finally get to see Noah and meet the twins on Friday. Woo hoo! I love holding babies. I sure am going to miss mine, though. Thursday will be a day full of flying and and some serious layover time at DFW. I hope the charge on my mp3 player can hold up. That and a good book. Which I need one. A funny one. This is vacation. I don't need any enlightenment or anything. I could even do a suspense/thriller. In other words - NO SELF HELP! My self help is coming in the form of traveling alone. And on that note - major shout out to Husband. Big thanks in advance for being so agreeable.

Okay, chores beckon.

Peace.

Blog This - June 18th

Today's Subject - Blogger's Choice, Sheer Randomness

And today, I choose observations from Wal-Mart. Why? Because I was just there. The kiddos started Sonshine Camp today. And since I'd rather have a root canal than to go to any grocery store with children, I waited until I dropped mine off before I went. Here are some things I observed:

1. I *totally* discovered a new sport for the senior Olympics. Pairs Cart Driving. Seriously, are these people checked out on this equipment before they are allowed to just take off in them? I have personally witnessed my own mother nearly take down a display with one before. And I've watched her make people jump for their lives, too. I've also told her that I'd *never* go to the store with her again while she drives one of those things. Did you know that they beep when you put them in reverse? I *know* I turned eight shades of red that day. But today - - I saw an elderly couple. Each with their own scooter. And neither of them knew where they were going or what they were doing. They weren't so old that I felt sorry for them. So don't think I'm "old people bashing." I don't do that. As a matter of fact, they seemed kind of young to be on the carts. I think they were rookies. They were cart newbies. It was quite hilarious to watch them do the "ballet" down the aisle and stay together. She turned early. He didn't. He had to turn around. It was a hoot. So - -Pairs Cart Driving. You heard it here first, folks.

2. And I'll stop after this one, because this one makes my blood boil. Heelies. You know - - those shoes that turn into skates. Oh. My. Gosh. I. Hate. Them. I seriously wanted to go to the garden department, get a water hose and stretch it across the aisle and trip a skate/walker. And now that school is out, there is not a safe time to go to the store when you can avoid Heelies. Why do I hate them so? I don't know. I just do. There's just something inside me that wants to trip them. I know. That sounds evil. It sounds mean. And it is. I can't help it. I can't stand these kids. I'm not even going to apologize to you if your kid wears them. I don't care. These kids are out of control and should be stopped. Period. I could go on and on. But I won't. And you won't find an argument in favor of them with me. They are not cool. I also think they are unsafe. Helmets? Knee pads? Oh wait, I said I wouldn't go on. I'll stop now. I think you get my point. I think Heelies suck.

What have you observed today? Anything good? What random thought are you going to blog about? Go ahead. Blog this!

Old Age

It's kicking my butt. I know, I know. I'm only 36. But I've noticed lately that I'm just not all that young anymore. Gravity has taken hold of my body parts. And it looks like the Michelin Man is missing a tire. It appears as though I swallowed it and it got stuck around my hips. My hips and butt are huge. And the hail damage. Wow. Just, wow. I just saw an Oil of Olay commercial and I was thinking, "Wow, I wish I had that skin. And figure."

**Sigh**

Oh Yeah!

Back in San Antonio again. Where it belongs. Congatulations Spurs!!

Halftime - Game 4

I had a church obligation tonight. Don't think I wasn't a little stressed. While I missed the pre-game show, I made it home in time for the tip off. Whew. And I'm happy to report that at half time, the Spurs are ahead. I also realized that if (God forbid) this were to go to seven games, I would miss game seven. I will be in the air, en route to Michigan. What a tragedy that would be. So...

Go Spurs Go.

Welcome Home, Baby!

I was so afraid they were just rumors. But they weren't. Look who is home...


Oh happy day. My washer is home and already hard at work. Our VBS shirts are being washed as a I write. My stars are aligned again.

And thus, my love/hate relationship with my laundry continues...

Thanks to my peeps for all of the positive chi, vibes, thoughts, etc. It worked!

I almost forgot! Blog This - June 11th

Okay, Blog This...

Here goes. I'm tired. VBS sucked the life out of me today and I *really* need to get my butt to bed so that I'm ready for tomorrow. How about you just post what your favorite color is. You can talk about it if you wish. Your blog, your rules. I'm just layin' the foundation.

Here's mine:

Pink. And isn't it ironic that I never had a girl? I love pink. But not dark, gawdy, neon pink. (Unless it's summer, I'm tan and it's on my toenails.) I'm talking soft, pale, baby pink. It makes me go, "Ahhhhh...." I even went and bought two pillow cases that are pink. They are made out of that t-shirt material. Love those. Wouldn't want to sleep on them. But I like for my face to rest on that material. That's nice. And pink. I threatened to paint my laundry room pink. But since the door stays open, it might not look so good. Oh, I know!!! I can paint my closet pink. Yes!! I totally should.

Soft pink. That's where it's at.

Color me happy. I'm headed to bed. With my pink pillow cases. Goodnight.

My Bad

I am *so* remiss for not mentioning my boys. Not my children. My boys. My Spurs. 2-0. That's right. They are kicking some Cavs tail. But how will they fair once they leave their home court? Tuesday night is in Cleveland. And Tuesday night is Bunco. Oh no!! I hope the Bunco ladies don't mind watching the intros and the tip off. (Did anyone see LeBron shoot that air ball when he was shooting free throws? Tee hee hee.)

Ummmm - Audra and Pat. I never heard back from you. Where's the Pistons? Oh, that's right. Their season was ended by Cleveland. Ouch. You guys were kind of mouthy a few months ago. Hmmm.....

Speaking of my Northern relatives - - I go see them NEXT WEEK!! I can't believe it's here already. I can't wait to get my hands on those babies and see Noah! I will finally get to meet the twins. Oh yeah.

Okay. Long day. 65 Kindergartners in VBS today. I only had 30 of them in my room. But that's still a lot of kiddos. Time to recharge for tomorrow.

Peace.

Oh, I think it is...

...true. He called me. The dude from the repair shop. Our washer is fixed. Woo hoo! He *hopes* to get it delivered to us tomorrow. I "encouraged" him to do all he could to get it to us. And I was very nice. Kill 'em with kindness. Right? I think it may have worked. By the end of the conversation, he said he would put us on the delivery schedule for Tuesday. I can smell the loads of laundry washed with Gain now. Ahhhhhhh.....

Rumor has it...

...that the part is in for the washer and the dude is working on it now. It should be ready tomorrow.

Could it really be true?