Yes, James got voted off.
No, I don't wish to discuss it.
I'm stewing.
Thursday, November 29
Wednesday, November 28
Dear Lucy,
Girlfriend, I fear you need to put this book on your winter reading list. The Schroeder thing - - it's just not happening. Give it up. He only loves his piano.
And quit taking that hostility you have all built up inside of you out on Charlie Brown. It's not nice the way you keep enticing him with that football. Why do you have to be so mean and pull it away every time? That's just mean. I think that he should just kick the stuff out of you. You have it coming to you. That would be funny. You'd never even see it coming. You'd think he's coming for the football and he'd kick your lights out. Then you'd wish you'd been nicer, huh?
Sunday, November 25
We "elfed ourselves"
http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9600912837
It's official. I'm in the holiday spirit. A goofy one thus far.
It's official. I'm in the holiday spirit. A goofy one thus far.
Saturday, November 24
Highway Blogging
I am on my laptop travelling down I-10. We are in between Junction and Kerrville. This stretch of highway seems to go on and on and on… I was watching a movie on my laptop but it was zapping the battery pretty fast. So, instead, I think I’ll just report on life from the road.
The cops are out in force. Lots of them. We haven’t visited with any of them up close and personal yet. Husband is good about keeping it at an appropriate speed. Lots of dead deer. Gross.
Thing Two is too smart for his car seat. And apparently he is sick of sitting in it. En route to San Antonio, he wriggled out of it and opened his car door. Yes, he opened his door. (We are in Husband’s car this time. He has heated seats. I asked for it this trip.) The child safety locking thing hadn’t been activated on the doors. He OPENED the door. Thank goodness his big brother didn’t shout “jump.” We promptly pulled over and remedied the situation.
Ahhh, the Junction city limits sign. Won’t you join me (visually) as we ride through this lovely city? To my right is the landing strip. Now the exit. Whoever built this new convenience store with the Mickey D’s was freakin’ brilliant. And probably quite wealthy. To my left, Cooper’s BBQ. Yummy. I’m full from the Mickey D’s we had in Comfort. Just past some cattle auction place. And - - we are out of Junction. Good times.
Don’t mess with Texas. I just saw the sign. Some people *do* mess with Texas. Did you know that?
It has drizzled on us the whole way. It is 39 degrees outside. It is pure “blech.” Thank goodness I have heated seats. You know, that’s the only gripe I have about my car. No heated seats.
Let me see if Husband has any pearls of wisdom to add. He says, “Never try to disguise a fart when there are only two people in a room.” He's funny.
Times out. I just had to re-buckle both Thing’s carseats and re-adjust Thing 2’s straps. Again. Ugh.
Did you know that there aren’t any good radio stations between Junction and Menard? Time for a cd. In my car there would be good stuff to listen to. Husband’s taste in music and mine could not be more different. Time for my mp3 player. Much better.
We are now in Menard. We had to stop at the “Tres Amigos” convenience store. Daddy has to make a tinkle. He told me not to take his picture. I have a hard time following instructions. I took two. Oh crap. He just got back in the car asking for disinfectant. “Why?” I asked. “Because the dude behind the counter went on and on about how many times he has puked today and then he fondled my hand when he gave me my change.” Nice. I poured a TON of the antibacterial stuff in his hand. Let the record reflect - - if the pukes invade our household, I’m suing Tres Amigos.
It is now 37 degrees. The closer we get to home, the colder it gets. Yikes.
We are now in Eden. Not much happened between Menard and Eden. Never does. I pulled some pictures off of my camera and put them on the computer. Busy work. It’s nice to do that here so that I don’t have to do that when I get home.
36 degrees. Still rainy and yucky.
I could give you all an account of the rest of this trip, but I doubt that anyone would really care. So, I’m going to shut this thing down and listen to my mp3 player for a while. I hope you’ve enjoyed my tales from the road.
peace
The cops are out in force. Lots of them. We haven’t visited with any of them up close and personal yet. Husband is good about keeping it at an appropriate speed. Lots of dead deer. Gross.
Thing Two is too smart for his car seat. And apparently he is sick of sitting in it. En route to San Antonio, he wriggled out of it and opened his car door. Yes, he opened his door. (We are in Husband’s car this time. He has heated seats. I asked for it this trip.) The child safety locking thing hadn’t been activated on the doors. He OPENED the door. Thank goodness his big brother didn’t shout “jump.” We promptly pulled over and remedied the situation.
Ahhh, the Junction city limits sign. Won’t you join me (visually) as we ride through this lovely city? To my right is the landing strip. Now the exit. Whoever built this new convenience store with the Mickey D’s was freakin’ brilliant. And probably quite wealthy. To my left, Cooper’s BBQ. Yummy. I’m full from the Mickey D’s we had in Comfort. Just past some cattle auction place. And - - we are out of Junction. Good times.
Don’t mess with Texas. I just saw the sign. Some people *do* mess with Texas. Did you know that?
It has drizzled on us the whole way. It is 39 degrees outside. It is pure “blech.” Thank goodness I have heated seats. You know, that’s the only gripe I have about my car. No heated seats.
Let me see if Husband has any pearls of wisdom to add. He says, “Never try to disguise a fart when there are only two people in a room.” He's funny.
Times out. I just had to re-buckle both Thing’s carseats and re-adjust Thing 2’s straps. Again. Ugh.
Did you know that there aren’t any good radio stations between Junction and Menard? Time for a cd. In my car there would be good stuff to listen to. Husband’s taste in music and mine could not be more different. Time for my mp3 player. Much better.
We are now in Menard. We had to stop at the “Tres Amigos” convenience store. Daddy has to make a tinkle. He told me not to take his picture. I have a hard time following instructions. I took two. Oh crap. He just got back in the car asking for disinfectant. “Why?” I asked. “Because the dude behind the counter went on and on about how many times he has puked today and then he fondled my hand when he gave me my change.” Nice. I poured a TON of the antibacterial stuff in his hand. Let the record reflect - - if the pukes invade our household, I’m suing Tres Amigos.
It is now 37 degrees. The closer we get to home, the colder it gets. Yikes.
We are now in Eden. Not much happened between Menard and Eden. Never does. I pulled some pictures off of my camera and put them on the computer. Busy work. It’s nice to do that here so that I don’t have to do that when I get home.
36 degrees. Still rainy and yucky.
I could give you all an account of the rest of this trip, but I doubt that anyone would really care. So, I’m going to shut this thing down and listen to my mp3 player for a while. I hope you’ve enjoyed my tales from the road.
peace
Wednesday, November 21
I added music.
If you don't like listening to it, mute your p.c. or scroll down to the bottom of the page and pause the player. I will change up the play lists. Right now, these are the three that I wanted. I can have LOTS more. Just testing the waters right now. Comment and tell me what you think. Love it or hate it? Oh - I should do a poll. I'll do that. Then you can be anon.
Oh great, I just heard Thing 1 tell Husband to "pull his finger." Living with boys. Oh the joys.
Oh great, I just heard Thing 1 tell Husband to "pull his finger." Living with boys. Oh the joys.
Monday, November 19
Monday shout out to my cyber stalkers...
Everybody say heeeeeyyyyy....
What's up? Are you feeling "festive" yet? Ready to pig out? I'm getting there. Trying to. We are going to San Antonio to hang with Husband's family. We do the rotation thing. Thanksgiving/Christmas rotation every other year, my family/his kind of thing. Seems to work. This year - - his fam for the Thanks. Only - - no turkey and dressing. Heh? I know it's a lot of work to prepare that stuff. And I never seem to be involved in the preparations when I'm there. It's just awkward. Husband's mom and Husband's sister have been cooking together for years in that kitchen. It's like I don't fit in there. Not that they don't include me. I don't know. It's just weird. So - - I do my part. I bring the traditional Chex party mix, and a sweet or two. I just ordered a buttermilk pie from the local sweet shop. Yummers. I likes me some buttermilk pie. Oh, I digress. My place. I may have found my niche in cleaning up. Sort of. I'm still uncomfortable putting the food away. I can sure stand there and wash dishes though. I've got that down.
I'm doing everything I can to distract myself. I dread getting my Thanksgiving journal out. I started it last year. It was my last one with GrandDaddy. I had everyone at our meal sign my book. I know he signed it. *stinging tears* I really am missing him. I didn't struggle like this with the others. I miss them. All of them. But GrandDaddy's is really working me over. Ugh.
Happy thoughts. Must go there now.
Movie review. Husband took me to the movies Friday night. Can you believe it? We saw Dan in Real Life. Cute movie. Loved it. Some real promising trailers for things to come, too. One in particular that is opening on Christmas Day called the Bucket List. It looks like a real tear-jerker. Back to Dan. What can I say? It had Dane Cook in it. I LOVE him. I could just gobble him up. He is yummy. I thought Husband was going to flip out when:
1. I stuck my sweet tea from McAllister's into my purse and took it into the movies with me. (I know - - I'm a rebel. It felt SO good to be bad.)
2. When I said, "Oh, wait a sec, hon. I just need to grab my blanket." Heh? He couldn't believe I took my favorite blankie with me into the theater. Hello!!!! It's so stinkin' cold in there. It was lovely to have it with me.
3. Some friends of ours from church showed up at the same movie and started heckling us because of my blanket. I think they were just jealous.
I have pictures - - but they are still on my camera. Oh, the pictures. He thinks I'm nuts for taking pictures of everything. He'll thank me one day.
The movie, I give an A-. Could have been a little more humor. But still good. Very clean though. (And with Dane? *shakes head* I know!!!)
Last thing to discuss. The church's Thanksgiving feast last night. D - you didn't think I'd skip you over did you? She has issues with her food touching. She was joking that she was going to get two plates so that nothing would touch. I "double-dog-dared" her to do it. She did. She took two plates. Then, get this, she put corn on her plate and then heaped up some mashed potatoes ON TOP of the corn. Ummmm, I'm from Texas and all, but that's touching food. Isn't it? You know I love you, D. I may not have snapped a picture, but tell your darling hubby that you've been blogged sans a picture anyway.
Okay - - this nonsense has gone on long enough. I'm outta here.
peace
What's up? Are you feeling "festive" yet? Ready to pig out? I'm getting there. Trying to. We are going to San Antonio to hang with Husband's family. We do the rotation thing. Thanksgiving/Christmas rotation every other year, my family/his kind of thing. Seems to work. This year - - his fam for the Thanks. Only - - no turkey and dressing. Heh? I know it's a lot of work to prepare that stuff. And I never seem to be involved in the preparations when I'm there. It's just awkward. Husband's mom and Husband's sister have been cooking together for years in that kitchen. It's like I don't fit in there. Not that they don't include me. I don't know. It's just weird. So - - I do my part. I bring the traditional Chex party mix, and a sweet or two. I just ordered a buttermilk pie from the local sweet shop. Yummers. I likes me some buttermilk pie. Oh, I digress. My place. I may have found my niche in cleaning up. Sort of. I'm still uncomfortable putting the food away. I can sure stand there and wash dishes though. I've got that down.
I'm doing everything I can to distract myself. I dread getting my Thanksgiving journal out. I started it last year. It was my last one with GrandDaddy. I had everyone at our meal sign my book. I know he signed it. *stinging tears* I really am missing him. I didn't struggle like this with the others. I miss them. All of them. But GrandDaddy's is really working me over. Ugh.
Happy thoughts. Must go there now.
Movie review. Husband took me to the movies Friday night. Can you believe it? We saw Dan in Real Life. Cute movie. Loved it. Some real promising trailers for things to come, too. One in particular that is opening on Christmas Day called the Bucket List. It looks like a real tear-jerker. Back to Dan. What can I say? It had Dane Cook in it. I LOVE him. I could just gobble him up. He is yummy. I thought Husband was going to flip out when:
1. I stuck my sweet tea from McAllister's into my purse and took it into the movies with me. (I know - - I'm a rebel. It felt SO good to be bad.)
2. When I said, "Oh, wait a sec, hon. I just need to grab my blanket." Heh? He couldn't believe I took my favorite blankie with me into the theater. Hello!!!! It's so stinkin' cold in there. It was lovely to have it with me.
3. Some friends of ours from church showed up at the same movie and started heckling us because of my blanket. I think they were just jealous.
I have pictures - - but they are still on my camera. Oh, the pictures. He thinks I'm nuts for taking pictures of everything. He'll thank me one day.
The movie, I give an A-. Could have been a little more humor. But still good. Very clean though. (And with Dane? *shakes head* I know!!!)
Last thing to discuss. The church's Thanksgiving feast last night. D - you didn't think I'd skip you over did you? She has issues with her food touching. She was joking that she was going to get two plates so that nothing would touch. I "double-dog-dared" her to do it. She did. She took two plates. Then, get this, she put corn on her plate and then heaped up some mashed potatoes ON TOP of the corn. Ummmm, I'm from Texas and all, but that's touching food. Isn't it? You know I love you, D. I may not have snapped a picture, but tell your darling hubby that you've been blogged sans a picture anyway.
Okay - - this nonsense has gone on long enough. I'm outta here.
peace
Saturday, November 17
Starting my day off right...
This morning I woke up and met a sweet friend for coffee. It was nice to "re-connect" with her. She stalks my site here. So - hi my coffee friend. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed our visit more. I'm looking forward to more of those visits in the future. You are right. We *should* do that more often. **Big hugs to you.**
Official Survivor Review
It just occurred to me that I haven't given my weekly review of Survivor yet. I'll be brief.
1. I still think P.G. is a she-devil. Picking a fight with James? Ugh. She is definitely still Co-President of my Rainbow Coalition of Suck. I'm glad she didn't win the reward. AND I'm unhappy that she won the immunity.
2. Speaking of immunity. Let's call it like it is. James had no chance at that one anyway. So - - I'm glad he ate. I'm sure it did him some good. That challenge was made for P.G. Dang it. I was really ready for her to leave. I just don't like her.
3. Frosti - I liked him. I really did. That's why I'm glad he's gone. He was a threat to James. Plus - it busts up that little love-fest thing with Courtney.
4. Todd - I'm glad he has so much "game." It will likely cost him the game. It will scare the other players to death and he will get the boot. Just my opinion. I think they will fear him and I predict a rebellion on him before final four. Let's see how *that* plays out.
5. Denise - Keep your eye on her. I think she is a force to be reckoned with. She is me. If James doesn't win - I want her to win. I want her to win for those of us who were always chosen last in that nasty game of "choose your team." I'm serious - - she could be a major player.
6. The looming business at tribal. What gives? Hmmmm... Lots of speculation on the message boards. I don't know. I suppose we'll just have to wait and see. I think they'll move them to another camp or something. As my Uncle Charlie used to say - - "Time will tell."
James is still there and I'm happy. Whew.
1. I still think P.G. is a she-devil. Picking a fight with James? Ugh. She is definitely still Co-President of my Rainbow Coalition of Suck. I'm glad she didn't win the reward. AND I'm unhappy that she won the immunity.
2. Speaking of immunity. Let's call it like it is. James had no chance at that one anyway. So - - I'm glad he ate. I'm sure it did him some good. That challenge was made for P.G. Dang it. I was really ready for her to leave. I just don't like her.
3. Frosti - I liked him. I really did. That's why I'm glad he's gone. He was a threat to James. Plus - it busts up that little love-fest thing with Courtney.
4. Todd - I'm glad he has so much "game." It will likely cost him the game. It will scare the other players to death and he will get the boot. Just my opinion. I think they will fear him and I predict a rebellion on him before final four. Let's see how *that* plays out.
5. Denise - Keep your eye on her. I think she is a force to be reckoned with. She is me. If James doesn't win - I want her to win. I want her to win for those of us who were always chosen last in that nasty game of "choose your team." I'm serious - - she could be a major player.
6. The looming business at tribal. What gives? Hmmmm... Lots of speculation on the message boards. I don't know. I suppose we'll just have to wait and see. I think they'll move them to another camp or something. As my Uncle Charlie used to say - - "Time will tell."
James is still there and I'm happy. Whew.
Wednesday, November 14
Hi
Hello.
My tooth is fixed. I don't look like a redneck anymore. Well, by some standards.
*sigh* I don't have anymore time to post. I'm hungry and must eat something before I leave for church tonight. I'm thinking a salad maybe. I have the fixin's. And you know what dressing I'm into these days? Catalina! Anyone else like that?
Smooches.
My tooth is fixed. I don't look like a redneck anymore. Well, by some standards.
*sigh* I don't have anymore time to post. I'm hungry and must eat something before I leave for church tonight. I'm thinking a salad maybe. I have the fixin's. And you know what dressing I'm into these days? Catalina! Anyone else like that?
Smooches.
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