One of the best ways I have to kill my time is...surf online shops.
It's also one of the worst ways I have because I end up spending too much money :)
For those of you who like handmade items, check out etsy.com ... It's like the "Ebay" for handmade items...I love so many things but have only bought like three things--so expensive :(
I also love fredflare.com for those whimsical items you may sometimes see me wear--such as the school bus bag. (I'm not sure if that's still on the website though)
So. My wallet's shrinking as we speak. Though I haven't spent anything in the last three hours or so that I've been surfing etsy.com ... something to be proud of, if you know me. :)
Friday, January 9, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Miss me?
Who missed me? ;)
No, really. Who missed me?
Anyway, so I'm now in Michigan! Visiting the Ex and his family. His brother lives here as well so we've been having a blast at his house playing drinking games and such.
It's a winter wonderland here as compared to back home. Back home, it was brown. And more brown. And icy. Did I mention brown?
Here, instead, it's white and icy. Sounds like a much better combination, doesn't it?
So anyhoo, I just wanted to share this story.
We were at the brother's home, playing Spoons. Do you know the game? If you don't, google it.
Anyway, so we were down from like 9 players to five. So there was four spoons on the table. The game was pretty intense at that time, and we were all screaming at each other and slamming the discard cards down on the tables. And then the spoons were grabbed. One of the guys and I were fighting over the last spoon. The spoon shot off in the other direction, so we both dove onto the table.
Of course, what happens? The table breaks. It shuffled sideways on the carpet, then finally the two side legs snapped and the table fell.
You had to be there--(for those of you who are my friend on Facebook, you can see the actual video of it there), but it was SO funny. The other guy ended up with a gash on his hand and he told me that now it's swollen up pretty bad...the table fell on his hand.
So, like I said, a blast :)
No, really. Who missed me?
Anyway, so I'm now in Michigan! Visiting the Ex and his family. His brother lives here as well so we've been having a blast at his house playing drinking games and such.
It's a winter wonderland here as compared to back home. Back home, it was brown. And more brown. And icy. Did I mention brown?
Here, instead, it's white and icy. Sounds like a much better combination, doesn't it?
So anyhoo, I just wanted to share this story.
We were at the brother's home, playing Spoons. Do you know the game? If you don't, google it.
Anyway, so we were down from like 9 players to five. So there was four spoons on the table. The game was pretty intense at that time, and we were all screaming at each other and slamming the discard cards down on the tables. And then the spoons were grabbed. One of the guys and I were fighting over the last spoon. The spoon shot off in the other direction, so we both dove onto the table.
Of course, what happens? The table breaks. It shuffled sideways on the carpet, then finally the two side legs snapped and the table fell.
You had to be there--(for those of you who are my friend on Facebook, you can see the actual video of it there), but it was SO funny. The other guy ended up with a gash on his hand and he told me that now it's swollen up pretty bad...the table fell on his hand.
So, like I said, a blast :)
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
DaMomma
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Happy Holidays
So I probably won't be posting a new blog until after Christmas or New Year's, so I'm taking this opportunity to say Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah
(my family's half Jewish and half Catholic so...yeah)
Whatever you celebrate, may the year 2008 close well and may the year 2009 start off with a bang!
Happy Holidays to you and yours from me :)
(my family's half Jewish and half Catholic so...yeah)
Whatever you celebrate, may the year 2008 close well and may the year 2009 start off with a bang!
Happy Holidays to you and yours from me :)
Saturday, December 20, 2008
answers to the game :)
Whoops, so Tuesday or Wednesday turned into Saturday
My mind doesn't function very well on winter break, sue me :)
here goes!
Bye-bye, kiss-kiss -- me and mom saying bye and kissing her two cats
Zoom zoom -- driving mom's car
Vroom vroom -- driving the rental car
Snore snore -- me sleeping :)
Chomp chomp -- me snacking on those yummy Chicken Biskit crackers :)
Bom-a bom-a bum bum bum boom-a boom-a boom boom boom -- me listening to my music!
Slurp slurp, slurp slurp -- mom and me drinking our starbucks drinks
Thunk-thunk-thunk-BUMP....BUMP-thunk-thunk-thunk -- the stupid road that had like stripes of tar that made the car vibrate everytime we went over them, and the zillions of bridges that we went over.
Drip drop -- the neverending rain
Grr grr -- me being grouchy at the slow drivers in front of me that refuse to move to the middle lane.
Roar roar -- me speeding up to pass them
Look look -- mom telling me to look at my speedometer
Growl growl -- me getting mad at mom
Nibble nibble -- me and mom eating our chocolate chip cookie that we got at starbucks
There there -- me directing mom to our hotel
yay yay! -- me and mom's arrival!
:D any correct guesses?
My mind doesn't function very well on winter break, sue me :)
here goes!
Bye-bye, kiss-kiss -- me and mom saying bye and kissing her two cats
Zoom zoom -- driving mom's car
Vroom vroom -- driving the rental car
Snore snore -- me sleeping :)
Chomp chomp -- me snacking on those yummy Chicken Biskit crackers :)
Bom-a bom-a bum bum bum boom-a boom-a boom boom boom -- me listening to my music!
Slurp slurp, slurp slurp -- mom and me drinking our starbucks drinks
Thunk-thunk-thunk-BUMP....BUMP-thunk-thunk-thunk -- the stupid road that had like stripes of tar that made the car vibrate everytime we went over them, and the zillions of bridges that we went over.
Drip drop -- the neverending rain
Grr grr -- me being grouchy at the slow drivers in front of me that refuse to move to the middle lane.
Roar roar -- me speeding up to pass them
Look look -- mom telling me to look at my speedometer
Growl growl -- me getting mad at mom
Nibble nibble -- me and mom eating our chocolate chip cookie that we got at starbucks
There there -- me directing mom to our hotel
yay yay! -- me and mom's arrival!
:D any correct guesses?
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
the town that we're staying at.
Ok, so this is Hicksville, Tennessee. I mean, literally.
There's such a strange mish-mash of things here.
They have these hippy-dippy street names such as Strawberry Plains, Mellowsweet, and Wood Song thrown in with your generic Kennedy, Draper, and Lora street names.
I saw, oh, let's say, maybe 234,748,323 pick-up trucks and commonplace sedans, along with a couple of suburbans, Jeeps, and vans thrown in for good measure. And there we were, cruising along in our bright blue PT Cruiser rental. Boy, did we stick out.
And one of the cars we pulled up alongside was SCARY. I mean she had a pasty, doughy face with one of those mouths that just gaped at you. She had a old pair of 1970's style glasses that took up half of her face and was maybe as thick. She also had a old shirt with faded bright pink and blue flowers on it. I could SWEAR I saw her in Texas Chainsaw Massacre as the murderer's mother or something like that.
The sign for the college we were headed to, Johnson Bible College, had 5 signs for churches next to it. Five. And they were all different churches, mind you.
The players at the College had..."unusual" mascots. The male team's mascot was the Preachers. The female team's mascot was Evangelicals. Can you see it? "We are the Mighty Preachers, hear us quote scripture!" Just doesn't have the same ring to it.
Since they're so religious, they're the nicest mean team I've ever seen. They'd foul so hard that our boys'd fall down, and then they'd offer a hand to help you up. Love thy enemy and all that jazz, I guess.
And last of all. I saw something that I NEVER thought I'd ever see again. I will just put a picture here. It'll say everything for me.
That scrunchie. Hairy, bright colored, scrunchie.
If I ever have to live in this kind of town, shoot me.
There's such a strange mish-mash of things here.
They have these hippy-dippy street names such as Strawberry Plains, Mellowsweet, and Wood Song thrown in with your generic Kennedy, Draper, and Lora street names.
I saw, oh, let's say, maybe 234,748,323 pick-up trucks and commonplace sedans, along with a couple of suburbans, Jeeps, and vans thrown in for good measure. And there we were, cruising along in our bright blue PT Cruiser rental. Boy, did we stick out.
And one of the cars we pulled up alongside was SCARY. I mean she had a pasty, doughy face with one of those mouths that just gaped at you. She had a old pair of 1970's style glasses that took up half of her face and was maybe as thick. She also had a old shirt with faded bright pink and blue flowers on it. I could SWEAR I saw her in Texas Chainsaw Massacre as the murderer's mother or something like that.
The sign for the college we were headed to, Johnson Bible College, had 5 signs for churches next to it. Five. And they were all different churches, mind you.
The players at the College had..."unusual" mascots. The male team's mascot was the Preachers. The female team's mascot was Evangelicals. Can you see it? "We are the Mighty Preachers, hear us quote scripture!" Just doesn't have the same ring to it.
Since they're so religious, they're the nicest mean team I've ever seen. They'd foul so hard that our boys'd fall down, and then they'd offer a hand to help you up. Love thy enemy and all that jazz, I guess.
And last of all. I saw something that I NEVER thought I'd ever see again. I will just put a picture here. It'll say everything for me.
That scrunchie. Hairy, bright colored, scrunchie.If I ever have to live in this kind of town, shoot me.
Backseat Drivers
Why is it that mothers are always backseat drivers? I mean, she was literally restraining herself from crawling into my seat and taking the wheel from me.
We were driving along in our brilliantly blue PT Cruiser rental and I was doing 80 (the speed limit was 70). She told me to "SLOW DOWN". I'm like...I'm not doing THAT much over the speed limit (Everyone knows that the speed limit is just a suggestion and you're supposed to do at least 5 MPH over the speed limit!)
Then she said I was driving too fast for this little car. I just gaped at her and then finally gathered my wits and said, "If 80 MPH was too fast for this car, they wouldn't have put 120 on the speedometer." At this, she said, "I don't care, slow down." So I didn't have any choice except to slow down.
Mothers.
She was snoozing in the seat next to me and every time (I mean, EVERY TIME) she woke up, she'd make a comment, and then go back to sleep.
"You're too close to that truck."
"Slow down, you're going too fast."
"Stay in the middle lane if you're not going to pass anyone."
At this point, I just yelled at her to leave me alone.
At the next restroom stop, when I came back from the bathroom, she was sitting resolutely in the driver seat. And then she proceeded to drive at 65 MPH for the rest of the trip.
There you have it, my mother! I love her anyway :)
Oh yes, and the question of the year.
"Why does the 'expected arrival time' on the GPS keep increasing? It was 4:17 and now it's 4:24...does that mean I'm driving too slow?"
um. YES!
We were driving along in our brilliantly blue PT Cruiser rental and I was doing 80 (the speed limit was 70). She told me to "SLOW DOWN". I'm like...I'm not doing THAT much over the speed limit (Everyone knows that the speed limit is just a suggestion and you're supposed to do at least 5 MPH over the speed limit!)
Then she said I was driving too fast for this little car. I just gaped at her and then finally gathered my wits and said, "If 80 MPH was too fast for this car, they wouldn't have put 120 on the speedometer." At this, she said, "I don't care, slow down." So I didn't have any choice except to slow down.
Mothers.
She was snoozing in the seat next to me and every time (I mean, EVERY TIME) she woke up, she'd make a comment, and then go back to sleep.
"You're too close to that truck."
"Slow down, you're going too fast."
"Stay in the middle lane if you're not going to pass anyone."
At this point, I just yelled at her to leave me alone.
At the next restroom stop, when I came back from the bathroom, she was sitting resolutely in the driver seat. And then she proceeded to drive at 65 MPH for the rest of the trip.
There you have it, my mother! I love her anyway :)
Oh yes, and the question of the year.
"Why does the 'expected arrival time' on the GPS keep increasing? It was 4:17 and now it's 4:24...does that mean I'm driving too slow?"
um. YES!
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