Gotta come clean.
Soooo...I was reading a book and I tapped the edge of the page and was perplexed for a millimeter of a second when the page didn't turn.
Then, last night while reading a beautifully illustrated book on Ancient Rome, I saw an image of a statue, "The Pugilist at Rest" and wanted to see it closer up. Yep, I tried pinching it larger. I can't believe how automatic these actions have become.
I've gone off the digital deep end!
This is what happens when you have two teenage daughters. My oldest is in her first year of college and had left a note for me on the fridge. It both expressed affection and reminded me to put some money into her account from her college fund.
*Enter daughter #2 and some creative editing*
I then find the sticky note, photograph it and message daughter #1.
Me: Allie, I found this on my fridge.
Allie: LOL damn auto correct! I meant to say Allie hearts you, Mommy!
I want to point out that these two love each other a lot. They're very close, but miss no opportunity to take a poke at the other.
Hahahahah yay! ♥
Now I'm worried and I only have the one.
They're actually a LOT of fun, just silly. When I saw the sticky note, I said, "Caitlin..."
She responded by slinking down on the couch and saying, "I don't know anything about the sticky note on the fridge!"
NFL Scouting Combine: Offensive Linemen Trials
Stabb: "It's like watching oxen try to sprint."
o.o He's right, though.
That is the truest description but now my mind is dressing oxen in football jerseys ;)
That's why linemen are pretty much... walls. Their lateral foot-speed is usually more vital than their ability to run 40-yards quickly.
Yonanas! I sprinkled my favorite ground coffee on the peeled bananas and sealed them in a Baggie and froze them. I had hazelnut flavored soft serve "ice cream" tonight made with two ingredients. No dairy, no preservatives, no worry about the indulgence. And let me tell you...it's creamy and feels decadent. So amazing.
Was the bunny face PS'd on or...?
Scar-eh Bun-neh. ♥
No, Nek...this is her true face...the one she posts on VR is photoshopped. If you look closely, you can see the shoddy job she really does. Best to use a touchscreen so you can pinch it larger and check the details.
You swore you'd never tell!!!
I outed joo!
Stabb has ninja skills when it comes to folding fitted sheets. I don't get it. Mine looked like balled up and wadded rags. His are flat squares with pointed corners. I'm flummoxed.
Does he iron them?
That's some sort of sorcery...
>.> I have that ninja skill, too.
It's because we're both a little OCD when it comes to folding things, is my bet.
I'm with Req and Stabb. I contribute it to my slight case of OCD...
OK, I want to SEE this "skill." I suspect that it is nothing less than what I suspected all along...dark magic.
Ok, here's the secret:
stick your hand in one pocket, then across stick your hand in the other pocket.
Long side, of course.
bring your hands together, tuck one pocket inside the other, then do it again with both doubled up pockets. Lay flat, smooth down the nested pockets, and fold flat accordingly.
I'm thinking out loud here, but I need to. I have questions about you. I am suspicious of your motives.
1. Why do you so rarely leave a public comment, preferring instead to message your thoughts?
2. Unless it's a man's journal...then you leave comments all day long.
3. Why do you then move to phone calls?
4. Why do you have so many cover stories about your home life that do not add up?
5. How long did it take you to polish that charm and wit?
6. How many more times will you do what you have done? Yeah, I know about the others.
7. Why aren't more people asking questions?
8. Do you REALLY understand truth, trust, and honor?
Personally I find when people leave me with questions such as these, I automatically don't invest a lot of my time. Then again over time, people show you who they truly are. If something can't wait, then it isn't for me. Crass? Perhaps, but life is simply too short to waste it on things I don't want to do.
I hope this person is able to realize that the only person truly fooled by masks, is the wearer.
You're absolutely correct. I'm ashamed.
All of the worst things you've ever suspected about me...are true.
You are some STRANGE people, but you make me smile.
Oh god, Cancer spam! I got it all over my shoes when I walked into Morri's honor. I'm trying to clean it off, but all I have is this thin napkin.
Today as I was slamming on the imaginary brakes on my side of the car to help Stabb stop from going into the one in front of us, I blathered out as I braced for impact, "You drive the way German men talk!"
I was kinda proud of that one because it really fits. But just now he exclaimed, "Skullduggery!" when the downloaded episode of QI failed to load.
Skullduggery? I feel like Morri discovering the booby hatch.
Now, I'm off to Google. Cheerio!
Working on Stabb...there's a concert I want to go to. I don't aspire to see many live bands, but this is one I adore.
Going to hold it close until I know for sure. *fingers crossed*
I got it! I got it! I got Yonanas. B'cept they MY nannas! The bananas are freezing and will be done in 24 hours and ready for feeding into my Yonan
nas machine. I can't wait.
This is exactly how Morri sounds when she talks to me on the phone. It's kinda eerie and uncanny.
I tried them both and neither answered. The only conclusion possible is that they are having sex. Right now. Together. Morri and birra. Sex.
You heard it here first, folks.
I was in a MEETING. With a CLIENT.
Aka Joli... blow job.
Really, I'm sure Birra could have put you on speaker phone.
You'd think so, wouldn't you? A little multi-tasking customer service is all I ask. Is that too much?!
And I was at the new 9-6 gig...
...and it sucks.
I like your idea for the way I was spending time a lot better. I wish it were true...
I just blew up Morrigon's voice mail. Note to self: have a plan when you leave a message. Oh, and never ever again begin anything with , "mwa haha. It is I, your VR nemesis." Trust me, it sounds better in your head.
Hi. My name is Chilla.
I am a naughty chinchilla. I LOVE to run on Caitlin's bed!
Chinchilla dust baths are the best! I do chilla flips and get my fur all fluffy. Then I wipe my nose like a coke addict and make everyone laugh. It's good to be me :)
Ok, I'll admit it. I'm watching this stupid show. Do I know better? Yes, absolutely. I just can't seem to look away from this train wreck. My Strange Addiction
A woman addicted to snorting baby powder. For 16 years. She takes a spoon and packs the powder into her nose.
A Man who is in an intimate relationship with his car. He named the car Chase and he describes it as an emotional and sexual relationship.
Yep. And I'm watching it. Yeah.
Oh ... Joli ...
I don't know what to say.
I almost typed, "I don't know where to put my face," then realized that would be even MORE awkward.
Looks like that "honor" goes both ways *eyebrow wiggle*
I am just...
At a loss for words. I am scared to watch this show for that very reason. Why? Because once you look it never goes away...
I'm taking the shame. *head hang*
Morri...you came along with me on my walk tonight. I was grinning my ass off, thinking how much you would have enjoyed it with me.
It's about a 3 mile walk along the lakefront. Tonight it was down in the 40s, so I had on a jacket and ended up pulling my muffler around the bottom of my face and around my ears. I probably looked incredibly dorky.
But the best part was the entertainment part of the evening...Old Time Radio podcasts. I listened to one called, "Prelude to Murder" and then the original "Day the Earth Stood Still" with Michael Rennie! It's dark along the walk and a little creepy. Sometimes shadowy figures are walking toward you with the eerie show on in the background. And other times, the corniest lines and sound effects just make you bray with laughter. It made the walk so fun!
Yesterday, I listened to two podcasts on H.H. Holmes, the serial killer during the Chicago World's Fair in the 1890s. WAY creepy and so cool. I love nighttime walks!
If you haven't discovered the joy of podcasts, you're really missing out. You can get free podcasts on just about anything that interests you. I'm a huge fan of the "How Stuff Works" podcasts...there are 3 that I get: "Stuff Your Mom Never Told You", "Stuff You Missed In History Class", and "Stuff You Should Know". I also love "Easy French Poetry," "Saturday Night Comedy", and a slew of Old Time Radio podcasts. Check them out.
Speranza left a comment in my journal that sparked a memory...
I still have safety clips on my cabinets even though my youngest is 16...but two cabinets never got the clips...my pots and pans cabinet and my "tupperware" cabinet (in quotes because I'm cheap...it's mainly butter dishes!)
When my pumpkins would try to open most, they would be met with FAIL. But, ohhhh...the doors that would unexpectedly and magically open!
I had to pick up pots and plasticware many times a day, but baby joy is irresistable. Throw in a wooden spoon and baby squeals would make me laugh til I cried.
Speranza, Speranza...mine are in the rearview mirror. I'm jealous of every fun baby moment you have ahead of you...and I'm SO SO happy for you. I miss my little pumpkins.
She's getting at that age where she's so curious about everything. She loves to give little licks to everything, like the way a snake uses its tongue to learn about its environment. Like now, she's trying to lick my power cord for the laptop. Pprrrobably should let her do that.
The poor dog gets the worst of it though.
And behold the magic of butter dishes. I ate cereal out of one this morning. They're huge, useful, and a great deal. (Two for one! Butter and a bowl!) I am a huge cereal junkie, so the standard bowl doesn't really work for me.
Guess who Stabb ordered not one margarita for but TWO! We're driving to the movies now in Slidell and singing Living on a Prayer at the top of our lungs. This evening is SO fun!
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