Mad About Mad Men

Ok, so I Mad-Menned myself, like the loser that I am. 



Me under the moonlight with a martini. 



Here I am, standing next to Don Draper.  He's the only stud that matters.

Was that me really being a giant loser?  Yes.  But it was fun!  You can pick out like 25 different accessories and the clothes rack actually spins!

Hey, I just realized that this year is a leap year!  Happy birthday, February 29th babies!  You won't have a birthday for another four years.

My friend sent me this article about Santorum; it is pretty good.  She is much nicer than I am. 

http://wapo.st/xAo9HS


Here's the Word of the Day:

pettifog \PET-ee-fog\, verb:
1. To bicker or quibble over trifles or unimportant matters.
2. To carry on a petty, shifty, or unethical law business.
3. To practice chicanery of any sort.

More Santorum Gripes

As I said yesterday, I had to go to a funeral.  Libbie watched the kids while I was downtown.  Look at these little cuties.  They are enjoying a smoothie and cheese and crackers.

I didn't realize this, but I learned after the service that not only was Kara my first violin teacher, but I was her first student!  She introduced me to her girls and said that I was the first student that she ever got paid for.  I had never heard that—kinda cool.

Ok, so just two things about stupid Santorum:

First of all, the fool now says he doesn't believe in the separation of church and state.  Even a lot of super-conservative people believe that it should be separate!  What an ignorant donkey!  Why does he live here? The REASON we separate the two is because we aren't all Catholic!  It's called FREEDOM OF RELIGION, you baboon!  He is seriously scaring me.

Secondly, I may not ever say anything positive about Obama, but I am certainly not going to call him a "snob" like Santorum did.  According to Santorum, because Obama says that he wants everyone to be able to go to college, he is trying to make everyone like him and that makes him a snob.  Santorum, you are SO STUPID!  Maybe you are an elitist who doesn't want everyone to have the same rights that you do. Clearly, you disrespect other religions and beliefs or you wouldn't say stupid things like church and state shouldn't be separate.  Our founding fathers set it up the way it is for a reason.  Go back to fifth grade.  Pick up a history book and read it, you horse’s ass.  Obama said he wants everyone to have the opportunity, you fool.  OPPORTUNITY....you know, the reason your ancestors came here?  We are a melting pot, whether you like it or not.  We should have the freedom to be different while celebrating the fact that we try to offer opportunity to those less fortunate, you jackass.  Just because someone believes in fair education doesn't make them snobby. Education is freedom, not that you would know this.  You're stuck in your prison all day.....a head full of rocks. 

One last thing.  I may not like you, Santorum, but I celebrate the fact that you are allowed to make ignorant comments and run for a job that you are clearly not cut out for.  I may not like you, but I celebrate that I am allowed to say so.  You have the freedom to make whatever stupid comments you want to make, and I am happy about that.  But I will be honest.....people like you scare me.  Instead of running for president, you should just go run your own colony or compound or something and leave us all alone.

I think that for the boys' birthday party this year I will play a classic game....Pin the Tail on the Donkey.  The "donkey" will be a giant picture of Santorum.  Ignorant, ignorant, ignorant. 


I am adding to this post hours later.....I just heard Newt talk about the "snob" comment.  Obama DID say that he wants everyone to have a year of higher education, so I suppose that's more than just saying that he wants them to have the opportunity, but seriously, what's it going to hurt?  It still doesn't make Obama a snob.  He wants people to have a skill so we can function better as a society.  He didn't say that we all need to go for four years or go on to become doctors.  There is a big difference.  He is saying that he wants to improve the quality of our country and the American peoples' lives. 

Newt agrees that you should have at least a year of education after high school to train for some type of skill.  He also says that when you are taking unemployment, you should be getting certified for some type of vocation.

Sorry, Santorum, but the rocks in your head must be clanging together.  Everyone agrees.....education is the key to a better future.


Here's the Word of the Day:

Arrogant imbecile (n): 

Rick Santorum.

Someplace Sad

I have to go to a funeral today in Buckhead.  My mom's best friend's mom died last week.  Kara (my mom's friend) was my first violin teacher; she met my mom when she was giving me lessons.  I was very young when we met her, like 2 or 3 years old.  Kara is from Atlanta and her mother, Catherine, still lived here when she passed away. 

Catherine was the cutest lady that I have ever met.  She was a chemist for NASA back in the day; this is where she met Kara's dad.  Talk about smart parents, huh? 

Even when Catherine was in her 80's, she still got up and got dressed like the little southern belle that she was.  She dressed like Coco Chanel.  Her mind was still as sharp as a pin and I found her really fascinating.  How could I not?  She was a chemist for NASA when women didn't traditionally work!  DAMN!!!!  That is impressive. 

My mom can't come to the funeral, so I am acting as the rep for our family.  I am looking forward to seeing Kara, even though it isn't the most ideal place to visit with someone.  I haven't seen her husband and two daughters in years, so that will be nice.  They are a really cool family.  Jim (Kara's husband) plays the violin for a living.  Their daughters, Nina and Lily, also play the violin.  I wish I still played. 

No word of the day today.   Have a good Monday!

You and Me, Baby, Ain't Nothin' but Mammals

I watched Discovery channel’s “The Science of Sex Appeal” last night and was fascinated by the fact that we are more like animals than we would like to think we are. We are naturally programmed to read other human beings for the sheer need to reproduce. It’s actually so interesting that I don’t even know where to begin.  Just watch it and find out yourself.

I also watched 20/20 on Friday night.  It was about plastic surgery in America.  DISCLAIMER: I do not care if you have had plastic surgery and I am not judging, but the idea of it FOR ME grosses me out.  Don walked in a few times and asked me what was wrong….I guess I was horrified and my face showed it?  First of all, aging sucks, so the show bothered me because I had to think about getting older.  Secondly, the procedures made me want to throw up.  I think it’s weird to put crap in your lips and move belly fat to your ass.  I also don’t think it’s normal for 22-year-olds to be getting Botox.  WHY???  And I’m sorry, but the entire section on breast augmentation…..what is up with these implants?  You have to go in and have them fixed from time to time?  They need maintenance?  It seems like a lot of work!  Now they are putting pigskin over the implant so you won’t see the wrinkles in your chest.  Wrinkles in your chest……pigskin.  Hmmmmmmm.  It just seems so bizarre to me! 

I am extremely hard on myself sometimes and I am not always happy with myself, but the idea of changing something and perhaps coming out looking weirder…..it’s scary!  And as for facelifts and face work in general—I don’t want to look like a jungle animal.  I wish our society was cool with embracing the natural law of aging.  You know, sun block goes a long way.....so does a gym membership and a healthy diet.  Tanning beds—yeah, about the worst thing for your skin, other than cigarettes.  I wish we could just love ourselves and not put each other down.  Maybe we wouldn’t have to go under the knife. 

By the way, the worst procedure is for guys who want to be taller.  OUCH!  They break the bones and extend them with metal rods.  Eventually, the bone will grow back over the rod.  I wanted to scream at the TV “There is a nice girl who will love you at 4 foot 11!”  Poor guys.  That really would be terrible.  I think that out of all of the procedures, the men who wanted to be taller had the most credible reasons for choosing surgery, but it just seems horrific to have to do something like that to yourself just for a girl and respect. 

Instead of a Word of the Day, look at the cutest Batgirl you have ever seen.  My niece, Amélie.

The Sign of the Fish

We had our first casualty in Lindsey’s fish tank.  Pluto passed on to greener pastures Friday morning.  Someone accidentally turned off the power strip, which powered the tank's heater.  Poor old Pluto must have frozen to death.

Lindsey came in and said “PLUTO’S DEAD!  Mommy!  He’s DEEEEEAAAADDDD!”  She was hysterically crying.  I went to check on the fish, and after a long stare into the water, yes, I could see that it was most definitely dead.  It sort of looked like it was swimming at first because the bubbles were forcing it to the bottom of the tank and then it would float back to the top.  I thought I saw a glimmer of hope in his little fish eye.  I said “Oh!  It’s not dead, Lulu, it’s swimming!  Look!  It’s just sick or something!”  Lindsey screamed “Mommy, no!  The vent is blowing it around!  Look!  Ohhhhh!  Pluto!”  I finally saw that she was right.  It was sort of gross, actually.  I felt bad for Lindsey and I told her that this sometimes happens with fish.  I told her that she will probably go through several fish, but I understood that she was sad.  I also told her not to turn off the power strip again, and of course, she says she didn’t do it. 

She cried as if Pluto were a person, but I kept my mouth shut—at first.  Finally, I said “Sweetie, remember, it wasn’t your grandpa or even your cat.  It was your fish.” Maybe I shouldn’t have said it, but seriously, thirty minutes later, I thought some perspective was greatly needed.  She was so upset! 

Trenton and Logan started teasing her at the breakfast table.  They were saying “Rest in peace, Pluto.  You were a good fish,” but they were smiling and saying it sarcastically.  I told them to stop, but Logan called her a drama queen and I had to send him to his room because Lindsey was screaming at him.  I just didn’t want to hear the fighting.

I took the kids to McDonald’s later on in the day and when we pulled in Logan said “Wow!  Look at the sign for the FISH sandwich!  That sign is huge for the FISH SANDWICH!  Wow!  Hey, Lindsey, they have FISH bites now!  Look, Lindsey, NOW SERVING FISH BITES!  It says it right there!”  Lindsey freaked out and screamed at him again.  I gave Logan the shut-up eye. Then Lindsey said “This is such a hard day for me.  First, I get in the car and Finding Nemo just happens to be the one movie in the car, and now the fish bites?  Why is this happening?  Why everywhere I look do I see fish?”  Trenton told her “it was a sign”, and laughed.

We are taking her to get a replacement fish this weekend, poor little thing.  Poor Lulu. 

Here's the Word of the Day:

bandy \BAN-dee\, verb:
1. To pass from one to another or back and forth; give and take.
2. To throw or strike to and fro or from side to side, as a ball in tennis.
3. To circulate freely.
adjective:
1. (Of legs) having a bend or crook outward; bowed.
noun:
1. An early form of tennis.
2. Chiefly British. (Formerly) hockey or shinny.
3. Obsolete. A hockey or shinny stick.

Flashback Fridays-November Rain

One of my best friends in 7th grade was a boy.  He was pure trouble, but he always made me laugh and he was so sweet to me.  Looking back, I guess he probably liked me, but I didn't like him like that because I was still really innocent and didn't have boyfriends.  I wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend, so I guess I didn't bother to pick up on the signals he was throwing me.  (The semi-love letters were apparently not enough for me to catch on.)  My step-mom always told me that he was trouble and didn't like me being around him so much, but I didn't care what she thought. I thought he was awesome and I loved him (as a friend).

Another guy in our class had completely disrespected me (don't remember how) and my friend retaliated by requesting a song at a school dance that totally made the other guy look like he liked dudes.  I don't remember how my friend did it, but it worked and everyone laughed.

He told me once that if I died, he would play "November Rain" at my funeral.  I thought it was so sweet.  I loved that song!  I was so clueless.  Listen to the words, man.  How could I have not known?  But what do you know at 13?  I'll tell you what you know.  You know how to stick up for your friends and you know a good song when you hear it.....all nine minutes.  There's no one like Slash. 
Here's a link to the video, if you feel like reminiscing. 

http://youtu.be/8SbUC-UaAxE

Pet Peeve

Maybe this shouldn't drive me nuts, but it does.  Actually, I know that it is ridiculous that something like this annoys me, but it does.  I hate when people call you and say "I see that someone called my phone.  Who is this?"  Dude, who are you?  Get a life.  I don't know.  If it's my phone and I see that an unknown number called, I can assure you that I have more important things to do rather than to call them back when they didn't bother to leave a message.  I assume that if it wasn't a wrong number, they will call back. 

I just got a call from some lady.  She said "Someone called my phone from this number."  I said "Well, it wasn't me, but maybe it was my son on accident."  She was like "Who is your son?  What's his name?"  I said "Excuse me?  I don't know who you are and to my knowledge, no one called you.  Why do you need to know my child's name?"  She was like "Ok," and hung up.

Looks like a suspicious wife is going through the phone bill.  It wasn't me!  Keep movin' lady!


Here's the Word of the Day:

ad rem \ad REM\, adverb:
1. Without digressing; in a straightforward manner.
adjective:
1. Relevant; pertinent.

The Leech

The kids are out of school all week for winter break.  I thought that I was going to have to go to the doctor yesterday to have Logan surgically removed from my hip.  You could be saying “awwww, he loves his mom” but I assure you, he only followed me around like a leech because he got his Play Station taken away and he has read every book in the house.  He was bored.  I kept giving him ideas of things to do and he kept telling me why they sucked.  It started to get flat-out of creepy toward the end of the day.  Every time I turned around there was a frowning midget an inch away from me—a couple times I screamed.  Finally, I escaped by taking a shower…..then I heard a knocking at the door.  I screamed “Seriously, Logan?  I’m in the shower!  Find something to do!  Leave me alone for five minutes!”  I love the bathroom lock.

I am watching my neighbor’s son today, Trenton.  He is a really sweet kid and he will keep Logan busy.  The only problem, of course, is that Lindsey is friends with him too and Logan and Lindsey can’t be in the same room together without fighting.  Don had to go into Logan’s room this morning and yell at him for brawling with Lindsey, and then he told Lindsey that she isn’t allowed to talk to Logan at all today.  Lindsey said that all she did was go in to say hello and Logan attacked her.  Trenton probably thought “Oh, this again?  Great.”  I think that same thought every five minutes of my life.  Don told the kids that if he gets home and I have had to deal with ANY fighting at all, they are in big trouble.  I told Lindsey that she can be my buddy today.

The baby boys are playing cars, together, nicely, right now.  They love each other and have a bond that I wish Logan and Lindsey shared.  Since I put them in the same classes at school (L and L) it seems to be a lot better, but they still don’t really like each other.  I think my big mistake with Logan and Lindsey was trying to give them their own identity early on.  I never called them “the twins” and I separated them in Pre-K.  Now they don’t appreciate the fact that they are twins, in fact, they seem to loathe it.  Maybe this is my fault.  I do the exact opposite with Carson and Dylan.   I tell them how special they are because they are twins.  I would rather help a child find his or her identity than to become a referee instead of a mother.  It’s exhausting. 

I need a new book to read.  I finished "Jane Eyre" last week and haven't been reading anything.  I'm thinking about switching it up and reading a biography or some kind of history book.  I'm on a 60's kick because of "Mad Men".  Watching this show has made me realize that I don't know much about the Cold War or Vietnam.  I don't think we spent much time on this era in school.  Then again, does anyone know why we went to Vietnam?  Maybe there isn't much to talk about?  My mom told me to read a book about the Kennedy family.  Any suggestions?  By the way, I read Howard Zinn's "A People's History of the United States" years ago.  Remember in "Good Will Hunting" when Matt Damon says to read it and it'll knock you on your ass?  It's sorta true, in case you're interested.  I need another book like that, historical but not a text book.......

bespeak \bih-SPEEK\, verb:
1. To show; indicate.
2. To ask for in advance.
3. To reserve beforehand; engage in advance; make arrangements for.
4. Literary. To speak to; address.
5. Obsolete. To foretell; forebode.

The Wonder Years

I have created a monster.  I introduced Logan to "The Wonder Years" last night.  He watched five episodes on Netflix and begged for more!  He's really at the perfect age for the show because he's almost 11 and Kevin Arnold is 12 when the show begins.  Everyone else in the house has a show that they follow (I have like 12....yikes) and I felt like he needed one too.  He laughed hysterically, and of course, he LOVES Winnie Cooper.  What guy doesn't love Winnie Cooper?  Isn't it like a dude rule or something? 


Here's the Word of the Day:

morceau \mawr-SOH\, noun:
1. Piece; morsel.
2. An excerpt or passage of poetry or music.

Look to the right!

I realize that by the time you read this the ad to the right may have already changed, but presently it is an ad for Santorum.  HA!!!  How hilarious is that?  I really don't like him.


Here's the Word of the Day:

spruce \sproos\, verb:
1. To make neat or dapper (often followed by up).
2. To make oneself spruce (usually followed by up).
adjective:
1. Trim in dress or appearance; neat; smart; dapper.

Anyone but Santorum!

I just saw a headline that said “Rick Santorum: Will Women Vote for Him?”  Um, HELL NO, I will not vote for him.  I would vote for RuPaul over Rick Santorum.  I would vote for Dennis Rodman, Nancy Grace, the little kid from Jerry Maguire over Santorum!  Anyone but Santorum!  Santorum is an idiot.  Ok, so he and his wife don't use birth control....fine.  Then keep your opinions there.

I’m sorry.  There are certain things that piss me off.  One of them is a man talking about women and their use of contraception.  We aren’t talking about abortion here; we are talking about preventing pregnancy.  Nothing has been fertilized, so it is entirely different.  He is such a fool.  He can practice anything he wants, just as long as he allows others to do the same. 

Hey, Rick, talk to me when you have two sets of twins naturally and your doctor tells you that every time you ovulate, you drop MULTIPLE eggs.  You’re a moron.  Seriously, how stupid are you?  Are you going to pay for all of these kids that no one can feed? Are you going to come down here to Atlanta and pick up a few extra jobs to help me and my husband support our 47 children that exist because you told us we shouldn’t use contraception?

You’re such an idiot, Rick Santorum.  This is an issue that personally offends me to the point that my blood boils. Until you have a sex change and can carry children, shut up.  You're a baboon's ass.

Here's the Word of the Day:

pachyderm \PAK-i-durm\, noun:
1. A person who is not sensitive to criticism, ridicule, etc.
2. Any of the thick-skinned, nonruminant ungulates, as the elephant, hippopotamus, and rhinoceros.
3. An elephant.

Watch this!

My brother made this.  I am still laughing.  OMG!!!!  Tyson, you're freaking awesome!  Monkey son. 


http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/13068165/terrible-math-teacher



tramontane \truh-MON-teyn\, adjective:
1. Being or situated beyond the mountains.
2. Beyond the Alps as viewed from Italy; transalpine.
3. Of, pertaining to, or coming from the other side of the mountains.
4. Foreign; barbarous.
noun:
1. A person who lives beyond the mountains: formerly applied by the Italians to the peoples beyond the Alps, and by the latter to the Italians.
2. A foreigner; outlander; barbarian.
3. A violent, polar wind from the northwest that blows in southern France.

Movie Night

We watched "Breaking Dawn" with the girls last night.  We sent them out during the bad parts, which they didn’t appreciate.  After watching it again, I think the reason it bothered me so much is because Bella truly looks dead.  She takes one look at the baby, and then she dies.  Her eyes sort of gloss over and if you've ever seen someone die, that's what it looks like.  I have only watched my dog die, but I would have to assume that it’s the same thing with humans.  To make it worse, Edward starts banging on the 60 pound carcass and begging her to come back.  It's horrible! 

I started to get a sore throat during the movie and it continued to get worse throughout the night.  I am pretty sure it’s just allergies.  This weather is ridiculous!  One day it’s 68 degrees and the next it’s 18.  I see blossoms on the trees, so it would make sense if my allergies are acting up, but it seems odd.  It’s only February!

The boys are watching “Cars 2” right now.  I hate Mater.  I would never tell the boys that, but Mater drives me up a freaking wall.  I would rather hear a blender grinding silverware for hours than to hear Larry the Cable Guy talk about anything at all.  Even if he chose to talk about astronomy, I think I would rather gouge my eyes out with a straw.  His voice is so annoying and he is so gross.  The fact that he has made so much money talking about gas and his retarded sister…..it’s annoying.  Every time I hear him say “That right ‘der is funny, I don’t care who you are” I want to throw my shoe at the TV.  I guess it just takes more than a redneck with a 2^nd grade education to make me laugh.  (And yes, I know it’s all an act—which is even worse.)  The boys have like 20 Mater toys and they all talk.  I put up with it, but I probably won’t rush to swap out the batteries. 

I just got an exciting email!  I just found out that I have a new first cousin!  Josie was born this morning at 7:00.  Congrats, Uncle Andy and Krystal! She's so beautiful! 


Here’s the Word of the Day:

mammonism \MAM-uh-niz-uhm\, noun:
The greedy pursuit of riches.

Chocolate Covered Strawberries and Love Songs

Don sent me the most delicious Valentine's Day present yesterday......beautifully decorated chocolate covered strawberries.  Oh.  My.  Gosh.  Yum.  Getting them made me really happy.  There was also a very sweet card attached, which is always the best part of any gift.  It's nice to feel appreciated and loved.

Tonight Lindsey and I are going over to my friend's house.  Her daughter, Hannah, is Lindsey's best friend.  We are watching "Breaking Dawn".  We're sending the girls out of the room during the horrific vampire/child birth scene.  I hope I don't throw up my chocolate covered strawberries when the baby bites Bella's nipple off. 

The best part about the movie is one of the songs.  "Turning Page" by Sleeping at Last has to be one of the most beautiful songs that I have ever heard.  How could you keep from falling in love with a man said those words to you?  The fact that a man even wrote those words is amazing.  I have always loved "Colorblind" by Counting Crows because it's hauntingly beautiful AND because I love to play it on the piano....but this song in Twilight.....ahhhhhh.  It's so beautiful and romantic; it's up there with "Colorblind".

Listen to this song, guys.  Play it for the ladies......

http://youtu.be/E20WNhsDXwE

This one too......

http://youtu.be/164jS1qnCU0

AND JUST FOR FUN, here are the lyrics to the first link.  Geez.  Yanks my heart.

I've waited a hundred years,
But I'd wait a million more for you.
Nothing prepared me for,
What the privilege of being yours would do.

If I had only felt the warmth within your touch.
If I had only felt how you smile when you blush.
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough.
Oh I would've known what I've been living for all along.
What I've been living for.

Your love is my turning page,
Where only the sweetest words remain.
Every kiss is a cursive line.
Every touch is a redefining phrase.
I surrender who I've been for who you are,
Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
Oh I would've known what I've been living for
What I've been living for

Though we're tethered to the story we must tell,
When I saw you, well I knew we'd tell it well.
With a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas,
Like a feather, bringing kingdoms to their knees.

Happy Valentine's Day

I sort of don't understand Valentine's Day.  Originally, it was started to honor the martyr, Saint Valentine.  Chaucer then turned this day of massacre into a "courting" holiday.  Only Chaucer could do that, right?  Now it means chocolate, jewelry, flowers, and waiting at a restaurant for so long that you could eat your arm off.  Hmmmmm.....I'm not knockin' it, but I just don't get it.  Read the Wiki page about it:


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine's_Day

Here's the Word of the Day:

exoteric \ek-suh-TER-ik\, adjective:
1. Suitable for or communicated to the general public.
2. Not belonging, limited, or pertaining to the inner or select circle, as of disciples or intimates.
3. Popular; simple; commonplace.
4. Pertaining to the outside; exterior; external.

Sorry for the Lack of Warning

Well, I know that people must care about me because a lot of my readers emailed me making sure that I am ok, since I haven't posted since last Wednesday.  That's really nice and it makes me feel very loved.  ;)   I am fine.  I had a lot going on and really just couldn't get to the computer.  Until tomorrow......

Pockets

Carson and Dylan are obsessed with pockets.  Last Tuesday, Dylan walked around with a tiny dog in his pocket and yesterday, he decided that he wanted to carry around a cell phone.  He said "Look at my powcket!  Me got pone in my powcket, Mama!" Carson was a grump yesterday and did nothing but fight with his brother.  Other than the 700 LOADS OF LAUNDRY, I did nothing!  We just stayed home, I cleaned, and they made more messes. 

I slept on a heating pad last night and it helped my neck.  It's achy, but I think it's healing.  I can't believe that it has hurt for an entire week!  It has really sucked.

Me got pockets!

CHEEEEEEEEESE!

Leave me alone.  I don't like anyone right now.

Carson taking a picture of me taking a picture of him.

Here's the Word of the Day:

piacular *\pahy-AK-yuh-ler\, adjective:
1. Expiatory; atoning; reparatory.
2. Requiring expiation; sinful or wicked.

Pictures!

I took these after church on Sunday.  We went to my brother-in-law' church and they have a statue of Jesus outside.  The kids were climbing on him.  Logan and Peyton stayed at home, Lindsey and the babies came with me. 

There's something so sweet and loving about this picture. 

Look at Carson's little face!

I started playing Scrabble on my phone last night.  It takes people so long to find a word, so I remedy that by having four games going at once.  I sent invitations to some of my friends, but so far, no one is up to the challenge.....or they're just way cooler than I am.  I am such a nerd. 


Here's the Word of the Day.  I am not sure that I have ever posted a word with so many different uses!  GEEZ! 

crib \krib\, verb:
1. To pilfer or steal, especially to plagiarize.
2. To confine in or as if in a crib.
3. To provide with a crib or cribs.
4. To line with timber or planking.
5. Informal. A. To use a crib in examinations, homework, translating, etc. B. To steal; plagiarize.
6. (Of a horse) to practice cribbing.
noun:
1. A child's bed with enclosed sides.
2. A stall or pen for cattle.
3. A rack or manger for fodder, as in a stable or barn.
4. A bin for storing grain, salt, etc.
5. Informal. A. A translation, list of correct answers, or other illicit aid used by students while reciting, taking exams, or the like; pony. B. Plagiarism. C. A petty theft.
6. A room, closet, etc., in a factory or the like, in which tools are kept and issued to workers.
7. A shallow, separate section of a bathing area, reserved for small children.
8. Any confined space.
9. Slang. A house, shop, etc., frequented by thieves or regarded by thieves as a likely place for burglarizing.
10. Building Trades, Civil Engineering. Any of various cellular frameworks of logs, squared timbers, or steel or concrete objects of similar form assembled in layers at right angles, often filled with earth and stones and used in the construction of foundations, dams, retaining walls, etc.
11. A barrier projecting part of the way into a river and then upward, acting to reduce the flow of water and as a storage place for logs being floated downstream.
12. A lining for a well or other shaft.
13. Slang. One's home; pad.
14. Cribbage. A set of cards made up by equal contributions from each player's hand, and belonging to the dealer.
15. A cheap, ill-kept brothel.
16. A wicker basket.
17. British, Australian. Lunch, especially a cold lunch carried from home to work and eaten by a laborer on the job; snack.

A Little Behind

I was driving last night, so I just now watched the halftime show.  I love Madonna!  She's still so good!  And Cee Lo cracks me up.  I think it's funny that people finally know who he is.  Goodie Mob, what what?

I really hurt my neck last Wednesday.  I was just sitting and I felt a shooting pain and the muscle also feels pulled.  The pain comes and goes, but today it was pretty awful.  I didn't do anything of importance. I am about to go to bed, well, as soon as I get the kids to bed.

It's almost Tuesday, so I won't bother with a Word of the Day.  I have to get off of the computer because Logan needs to type his like 500 page story!  His teacher told him that he'll probably win because she has never seen a story as good as his-written by a child, of course.

Tomorrow.....

Happy Birthday, Bill!

Today is Don's dad's birthday.  He is such an amazing person; every day, he shows me what kind of person I want to be.  Love you, Bill!  Happy Birthday! 

When I was a little girl, my mom used to give us "half-birthday" cakes.  I think it started because my brother and sister are twins and she felt guilty that they had to share a birthday.  Well, then I wanted one too, so she gave me a "half-birthday".  The first year that I was around, I told Bill that his birthday was my half-birthday and he of course, had no idea what I was talking about.  So, today is my half-birthday.  In six months I will be.....let's just not talk about that.  I still get freaked.  SLOW DOWN, time!!!!!

We are going out to celebrate his birthday and then I am heading to Birmingham to take Peyton back.  I usually don't make both trips, but I couldn't care less about the stupid Superbowl, so I am driving.  Blasphemy, right?  Should I pack a suitcase and move to another country because I just said that?  I didn't care last year either. 

Here's the Word of the Day:

doyenne \doi-EN\ , noun:
A woman who is the senior member of a group, class, or profession.

Basketball Talk

I went to the Tech game today; they won.  I called someone a douchebag and my brother-in-law said "That's sort of a weird thing to call someone, if you think about it.  It's like calling someone a condom or a tampon."  I couldn't stop laughing.  "Dude, you're such a tampon."  HAAAAAAA!  You know whose face should be next to the word Tampon in the Dictionary?  Kourtney Kardashian's boyfriend, Scott.  That guy is the worst with his pink sweaters thrown over his shoulder, rocking his cane!  HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Wow. Nice shoes, Scott.

caprice \kuh-PREES\, noun:
1. A sudden, unpredictable change, as of one's mind or the weather.
2. A tendency to change one's mind without apparent or adequate motive; whimsicality; capriciousness.
3. Music. Capriccio.

Flashback Friday-Ferris Bueller, You're my Hero.

So I heard on the Today show this week that Matthew Broderick is starring in a new commercial as Ferris Bueller, set to air on Superbowl Sunday.  That's pretty sweet. 


Something that is not sweet at all?  There has been some chatter about remaking the film, and apparently, Matthew Broderick supports the idea.  HUH?  You know, I really have no words.  No words.  No words except YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK.  I am not going to ask why, because I already know.  Because they suck. 



I love John Hughes.  I love Duckie, I love Ferris, I love Long Duk Dong, the foreign exchange student that says "AUUUTOOOMOBILE?????"  They are the BEST movies and I hate that they want to mess with them.  Classics are classics for a reason.

I found this clip on You Tube.  HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

http://youtu.be/90oX0XLvS-8

Matt Lauer is the biggest dork in the world, by the way.  He's never seen "Ferris Bueller's Day Off".  They outed him on Monday. 



My friend's salon had an "80's Day" last Saturday.  I thought it would be fitting to post the pictures today, they looked so awesomley 80's.  Salon Papillion, in case you are interested.

Kerri and Jennifer.  Aren't they cute?

Gotta love the jelly bracelets!

Flashback Friday won't always be about the 80's, by the way.

Here's your Word of the Day:


excogitate \eks-KOJ-i-teyt\, verb:
1. To think out; devise; invent.
2. To study intently and carefully in order to grasp or comprehend fully.

The Worst Kind

I was thinking about the line in "When Harry Met Sally" when Billy Crystal is talking about Ingrid Bergman being low maintenance.  He tells Sally that she is the worst kind of woman.  He says she's high maintenance but THINKS she's low maintenance.  I think I am low maintenance.....sort of. 

For fun, I thought I would post a link to a quiz, ladies. 

When I took the quiz, I landed somewhere in the middle.  When Don took it for me, I wound up with like 68 points and that's the Scarlett O'Hara range.  In all fairness, I don't think that the quiz is accurate.  What's wrong with asking what kind of shoes you are wearing in order to know how far you're willing to walk?  That's FEMALE 101.  The only girls not choosing that answer are also wearing fanny packs.  This doesn’t mean that you are high maintenance!  Big deal if I don’t eat shrimp, I don’t drink milk, and I squat over public toilet seats.  Shrimp are nasty, I'm lactose intolerant, and who wants to chance picking up a toilet germ?  And there may be like 5 steps to my skin care regimen, but that's only because I am never getting plastic surgery.  It's preventative!!!!

Take it and let me know how you score!


http://www.esquire.com/women/ESQ0404-APR_ALLABOUTWOMEN_3


Here's the Word of the Day, from Urban Dictionary.  This is SO not me!!!!  In fact, this definition sucks.

.	High Maintenance
	1.A female that requires more than average hair/nail/pedicure/skin care services, the latest trends, name brand clothes/shoes and handbags, and lots of attention. 2.A female who requires her man to have an expensive car, expensive house, a good paying job, and lots of money.



How can someone this cute NOT be high maintenance?



Just Another Day in Suburbia

I was making cheese and crackers for Logan yesterday and he was telling me about some things that he had heard at school. 

First of all, he said that he heard about some high school kids getting “arrested for smoking weed in the bathroom”.  He said “What is marijuana like?  Is it really bad?  Why did they get arrested?  Are kids the only ones who aren’t allowed to do it?”  I freaked out and said “NO!  No one is allowed!  It’s illegal!”  I also told him that it makes you dumb and lazy and to never try it, even if everyone else is doing it. 

I asked him if they had D.A.R.E. at school and he had no idea what I was referring to.  I told him what it was and he said that he isn’t learning anything about drugs.  I can’t say that I am disappointed because I didn’t even know what drugs were until I took D.A.R.E. and I think it’s entirely too young to inform them about meth and crack. 

Second, he heard that some sixth graders got into trouble for playing with “condolums” on the soccer field.

ME: What’s a condolum? 

I knew what he was talking about, but I didn’t want to say it and turn out to be wrong.  THIS IS MY CHILD!!!! 

LOGAN: You know.  It’s those things that you use, to, you know, before you, you know.  You know.  You know. You know, right? 

ME: Yes, yes, yes, I know. I know.  You don’t have to say anything more.  Do you mean condoms?

I almost passed out, but I played it cool. 

LOGAN: Yes!  That’s it. 

ME, internally: OMG!  He knows what it is!  How does he know that?  How do these kids know this?  What else does he know?  What do I say? 

ME: So they were playing with condoms?  How do you play with a condom? 

He shrugged. 

ME, internally: Thank God.  He doesn’t know that he can blow them up like balloons yet.  Ok, Ok, keep talking.

ME: Are you sure you aren’t talking about something else?

LOGAN: Well, they fell asleep in a field and in the morning, they were all over the place.  The cops had to come.  They talked to the sixth graders about not playing with them. 

What the hell am I missing from this story?  Do I really want to know???? 

LOGAN: I wonder how they got them anyway.  Probably from their parents?

ME: I have no idea, but they have to be dorks, right?  I mean, what kind of losers play with those?  Don’t they have anything better to do?

Then I slinked out of the room.  I said that I had to fold some laundry and that I would play Scrabble with him a little later.

Really, I just had to go upstairs and breath.