Back before Christmas, I was needing to go buy a new Christmas tree and some other things for the house. I was looking on Lowe's Home Improvement website and saw that if you purchased $100 in gift cards on one receipt, you got a voucher for two free tickets to go see "Night at The Museum". I figured I was going to spend at least that much so I went to Lowe's and bought $100 in gift cards. (I went back the next day and used them to get the tree.) I went on line and filled out all of the info and downloaded my voucher for the tickets.
The voucher expires at the end of this month so last Wednesday, me and the boy decided to go to the movie.
I waited in line for quite a long time. I finally get to the front, slide the voucher over and tell him I need two for "Night". He picks up the voucher and says, "We can't take these."
Heh?
I told him the web site said they did. Then he started giving me this sob story about how they didn't have a credit card thing and that they had no way to run the voucher and they had called Lowe's and told them not to be giving them out and blah, blah, blah.
Commence the stare down.
Me: {{{Stare}}}
Him: Uh...
Me: {{{Stare with an eyebrow lift}}}
Him: Uh...
Me: {{{More staring}}}
Him: Uh...okay.
We have a winner!
Don't underestimate the power of a stare. And don't be the first to speak. First to speak = loser of the stare down.
Go and use this info wisely, Grasshopper. Only for good, not for evil.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
I have a good radio face.
I spent some quality time working in radio so these are funny to me. To you? Maybe not so much...
You know you're an Aging Radio Guy/Girl when...
You were first hired by a GM who actually worked in radio before becoming a GM.
Radio stations were no place for kids.
You excitedly turn the radio up at the sound of "dead air" on the competitor's station.
Sales guys wore Old Spice to cover the smell of liquor.
Engineers could actually fix things without sending them back to the Manufacturer.
You worked for only ONE station, and you could name the guy who owned it.
Radio stations used to have enough on-air talent to field a softball team every summer.
You used to smoke in a radio station and nobody cared.
Engineers always had the worst body odor, not because they worked too hard, but because they just didn't shower that often.
You know the difference between good reel-to-reel tape and cheap reel-to-reel tape.
Religious radio stations were locally owned, run by an old Protestant minister and his wife, never had more than 20 listeners at any given time, and still made money.
You have a white wax pencil, a razor blade, and a spool of 3M splicing tape in your desk drawer - - just in case.
You can post a record, run down the hall, go to the bathroom, and be back in 2:50 for the segue.
You knew exactly where to put the tone on the end of a carted song.
You only did "make-goods" if the client complained. Otherwise, who cares?
You can remember the name of the very first "girl" that was hired in your market as a DJ.
Somebody would say, "You have a face for radio", and it was still funny.
Sixty percent of your wardrobe has a station logo on it.
You always had a screwdriver in the studio so you could take a fouled-up cart apart at a moment's notice.
You always had a solution for an LP that 'skipped'.
You would spend hours splicing and editing a parody tape until it was "just right", but didn't care how bad that commercial was you recorded. Hey, I can only work with what they give me, right?
You still refer to CDs as "records".
Your family thinks you're successful, but you know better.
You played practical jokes on the air without fear of lawsuits.
You answer your home phone with the station call letters.
You used to fight with the news guy over air-time. After all, what was more important: your joke , or that tornado warning?
You knew how to change the ribbon on the teletype machine, but you hated to do it because "...that's the news guy's job."
You know at least 2 people in sales that take credit for you keeping your job.
You have several old air-check cassettes in a cardboard box in your closet that you wouldn't dream of letting anyone hear anymore, but, you'll never throw them out or tape over them. Never!
You can still see scars on your finger when you got cut using a razor blade and cleaned out the cut with head-cleaning alcohol and an extra long cotton swab on a wooden stick.
You still have dreams of a song running out and not being able to find the control room door.
You've ever told a listener "Yeah. I'll get that right on for you."
You have a couple of old transistor radios around the house with corroded batteries inside them.
People who ride in your car exclaim, "Why is your radio so loud?"
You remember when promotion men brought new LP's to the station – and you played them the same day.
You have at least 19 pictures of you with famous people whom you haven't seen since, and wouldn't know you today if you bit 'em on the ass.
You wish you could have been on "Name! That Tune" because you would have won a million bucks. You even REMEMBER "Name That Tune".
You were a half an hour late for an appearance and blamed it on the directions you received from the sales person.
You've run a phone contest and nobody called, so you made up a name and gave the tickets to your cousin.
You remember when people actually thought radio was important
You know you're an Aging Radio Guy/Girl when...
You were first hired by a GM who actually worked in radio before becoming a GM.
Radio stations were no place for kids.
You excitedly turn the radio up at the sound of "dead air" on the competitor's station.
Sales guys wore Old Spice to cover the smell of liquor.
Engineers could actually fix things without sending them back to the Manufacturer.
You worked for only ONE station, and you could name the guy who owned it.
Radio stations used to have enough on-air talent to field a softball team every summer.
You used to smoke in a radio station and nobody cared.
Engineers always had the worst body odor, not because they worked too hard, but because they just didn't shower that often.
You know the difference between good reel-to-reel tape and cheap reel-to-reel tape.
Religious radio stations were locally owned, run by an old Protestant minister and his wife, never had more than 20 listeners at any given time, and still made money.
You have a white wax pencil, a razor blade, and a spool of 3M splicing tape in your desk drawer - - just in case.
You can post a record, run down the hall, go to the bathroom, and be back in 2:50 for the segue.
You knew exactly where to put the tone on the end of a carted song.
You only did "make-goods" if the client complained. Otherwise, who cares?
You can remember the name of the very first "girl" that was hired in your market as a DJ.
Somebody would say, "You have a face for radio", and it was still funny.
Sixty percent of your wardrobe has a station logo on it.
You always had a screwdriver in the studio so you could take a fouled-up cart apart at a moment's notice.
You always had a solution for an LP that 'skipped'.
You would spend hours splicing and editing a parody tape until it was "just right", but didn't care how bad that commercial was you recorded. Hey, I can only work with what they give me, right?
You still refer to CDs as "records".
Your family thinks you're successful, but you know better.
You played practical jokes on the air without fear of lawsuits.
You answer your home phone with the station call letters.
You used to fight with the news guy over air-time. After all, what was more important: your joke , or that tornado warning?
You knew how to change the ribbon on the teletype machine, but you hated to do it because "...that's the news guy's job."
You know at least 2 people in sales that take credit for you keeping your job.
You have several old air-check cassettes in a cardboard box in your closet that you wouldn't dream of letting anyone hear anymore, but, you'll never throw them out or tape over them. Never!
You can still see scars on your finger when you got cut using a razor blade and cleaned out the cut with head-cleaning alcohol and an extra long cotton swab on a wooden stick.
You still have dreams of a song running out and not being able to find the control room door.
You've ever told a listener "Yeah. I'll get that right on for you."
You have a couple of old transistor radios around the house with corroded batteries inside them.
People who ride in your car exclaim, "Why is your radio so loud?"
You remember when promotion men brought new LP's to the station – and you played them the same day.
You have at least 19 pictures of you with famous people whom you haven't seen since, and wouldn't know you today if you bit 'em on the ass.
You wish you could have been on "Name! That Tune" because you would have won a million bucks. You even REMEMBER "Name That Tune".
You were a half an hour late for an appearance and blamed it on the directions you received from the sales person.
You've run a phone contest and nobody called, so you made up a name and gave the tickets to your cousin.
You remember when people actually thought radio was important
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Hello there. Have we met?
Aaarrrggghhh! The pain. Abdominal muscles? Who knew I had them? Triceps? Vaguely familiar.
The ice, she is a cruel woman. Chop, chop, hack, hack, shovel, shovel. Repeat. Repeatedly.
I haven't fell on my buttocks (yet). I have been wearing my Yaktrax like crazy. Matt used them the other day when the boys* were sledding (In our front yard! I have video I will try to post.) and then tried to borrow them. I. Think. Not. I gave him some money and he went and got the last pair at the Summit.
*I snuck out later when no one was around and tried some sledding myself. I don't belly flop as well as I used to. And? I almost hit a pecan tree. I managed to turn sideways and roll off enough to drag my shin and kneecap to stop me. I don't recommend that procedure.
Up to 14" of snow projected for this weekend. On top of the 3"+ of ice still sitting. Yuck. The kids haven't had school at all this week and next week isn't looking too good either.
The ice, she is a cruel woman. Chop, chop, hack, hack, shovel, shovel. Repeat. Repeatedly.
I haven't fell on my buttocks (yet). I have been wearing my Yaktrax like crazy. Matt used them the other day when the boys* were sledding (In our front yard! I have video I will try to post.) and then tried to borrow them. I. Think. Not. I gave him some money and he went and got the last pair at the Summit.
*I snuck out later when no one was around and tried some sledding myself. I don't belly flop as well as I used to. And? I almost hit a pecan tree. I managed to turn sideways and roll off enough to drag my shin and kneecap to stop me. I don't recommend that procedure.
Up to 14" of snow projected for this weekend. On top of the 3"+ of ice still sitting. Yuck. The kids haven't had school at all this week and next week isn't looking too good either.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Business Socks!
We withdrew our offer on the house in Iowa. It had some problems and the owners didn't want to work with us on them.
Oh well.
Let's get down to business!
Oh well.
Let's get down to business!
Monday, January 08, 2007
"I can't find my parents."
I heard those words last week and it made my heart hurt.
On the way home from "up north", we stopped at a rest stop on the Kansas turnpike for gas, restroom, and food.
While I was waiting for our food, I noticed a boy about 9 years old talking to Matthew. Matt had an odd look on his face so I wandered over to see what was up.
"I can't find my parents."
Matt offered his phone to call them. The boy started giving the phone number and I asked him what the area code was. He didn't know. I asked him where he was from and he said Kansas City. I know the Wichita area code, but not so much Kansas City. Then he told me they didn't have a cell phone.
I asked him what kind of car they were in. He told me a minivan. What kind? He didn't know. It was green and had a Carmax tag on the front. Were they getting gas? No, just stopped to use the restroom. I had him make another lap around the outside of the building to double check and he still couldn't find them.
I took the boy to the gas station side of the rest stop and told the manager what was going on. She sat him down behind the counter with her to wait.
We got our food and started to leave, but my heart was so going out to this boy, I had to go back and check on him.
He was still sitting there.
I asked him if he was headed home or somewhere else. He said they were headed home. I told the manager to call the Highway Patrol and let them know what was going on. She said okay and as I left, she was taking down his name and address (which he didn't know).
Parents, please count your kids before driving off. Have them learn the make of your car. Write it down and stick it in their pockets when you travel. Anything to help them if they are lost.
I don't want my heart hurting again.
On the way home from "up north", we stopped at a rest stop on the Kansas turnpike for gas, restroom, and food.
While I was waiting for our food, I noticed a boy about 9 years old talking to Matthew. Matt had an odd look on his face so I wandered over to see what was up.
"I can't find my parents."
Matt offered his phone to call them. The boy started giving the phone number and I asked him what the area code was. He didn't know. I asked him where he was from and he said Kansas City. I know the Wichita area code, but not so much Kansas City. Then he told me they didn't have a cell phone.
I asked him what kind of car they were in. He told me a minivan. What kind? He didn't know. It was green and had a Carmax tag on the front. Were they getting gas? No, just stopped to use the restroom. I had him make another lap around the outside of the building to double check and he still couldn't find them.
I took the boy to the gas station side of the rest stop and told the manager what was going on. She sat him down behind the counter with her to wait.
We got our food and started to leave, but my heart was so going out to this boy, I had to go back and check on him.
He was still sitting there.
I asked him if he was headed home or somewhere else. He said they were headed home. I told the manager to call the Highway Patrol and let them know what was going on. She said okay and as I left, she was taking down his name and address (which he didn't know).
Parents, please count your kids before driving off. Have them learn the make of your car. Write it down and stick it in their pockets when you travel. Anything to help them if they are lost.
I don't want my heart hurting again.
Friday, January 05, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Kermit Drive Update
(Actually, Cursing Mama, it is on Avenue A, but I'm going with Kermit Drive 'cause you crack me up too.)
Well, our offer was accepted contingent on the house inspection and financing.
Sad news though. The owner gave the shuffle board table away. I almost told the agent to take back the offer! Seriously, don't let people look at the house and then give stuff away. Sheesh. Those things aren't cheap.
So I'll be closer to the Mall of America and Jake's Pizza. Woo and then Hoo!
But I'll be farther away from my friends and family. Boo and then hoo.
I guess I still have 18 months or so to say adieu to you and you and you.
BTW, any one skilled in interior design?
Well, our offer was accepted contingent on the house inspection and financing.
Sad news though. The owner gave the shuffle board table away. I almost told the agent to take back the offer! Seriously, don't let people look at the house and then give stuff away. Sheesh. Those things aren't cheap.
So I'll be closer to the Mall of America and Jake's Pizza. Woo and then Hoo!
But I'll be farther away from my friends and family. Boo and then hoo.
I guess I still have 18 months or so to say adieu to you and you and you.
BTW, any one skilled in interior design?
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
I love the 70's.
The Commander is going to retire in a year and a half or so and we have been looking up north for a house to retire to. We finally found one we both like. I don't know when it was built, but in its day, it was a looker. There are so many 1970's aspects to it. Including, but not limited to....
Green Flocked wallpaper!
Green carpeting!
Brown kitchen laminate!
With built-ins!
Plus, a billiard table and a shuffle board table! (and space in the basement to finally have my media room 'cause I love the 2000's too!) With lime green walls!
Swag!
Here she is. In all of her green-ness.
Green Flocked wallpaper!
Green carpeting!
Brown kitchen laminate!
With built-ins!
Plus, a billiard table and a shuffle board table! (and space in the basement to finally have my media room 'cause I love the 2000's too!) With lime green walls!
Swag!
Here she is. In all of her green-ness.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Why you should be jealous of my job
I just received an invitation to the Harvey Carter Memorial Double Header Pig Show.
Green with envy, aren't you?
Green with envy, aren't you?
Friday, December 15, 2006
Filth and Foul
I went to Sprawl-Mart the other day to get Christmas presents. (I go to Sprawl-Mart about once every three months or so because there are some things you can only get there and because we have no Target (bastards). We are getting a second Sprawl-Mart because we have enough white trash in this town to support two of them, but yet, no Target.) Anywho...I get home and filthandfoulandfithandfoul, I forgot the main present I went for. And I am not going back.
Luckily, a kind co-worker took pity on me and went to Sprawl-Mart on his lunch hour the next day and bought the present. That's it. He didn't go there because he needed anything. He went because I needed something. How awesome is he?
To pay him back, I wrapped some of his presents for him. I wouldn't let him stay in the room while I did it because he is a little *cough*anal*caugh* about things. How awesome am I?
Luckily, a kind co-worker took pity on me and went to Sprawl-Mart on his lunch hour the next day and bought the present. That's it. He didn't go there because he needed anything. He went because I needed something. How awesome is he?
To pay him back, I wrapped some of his presents for him. I wouldn't let him stay in the room while I did it because he is a little *cough*anal*caugh* about things. How awesome am I?
Hazing!
He got his Bobcat badge! The pin has to be worn upside down until the Scout does a good "turn" then it can be turned upright. The thing is, though, you can't put the pin on upside down. You have to put it on rightside up, so the boy has to be upside down.
The Scout Master told me to take my time so I am pointing to the pocket going "Which pocket? This pocket? Right here? Is this a good spot?".
Ta-Dah! Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a Bobcat.
Some packs won't do this because they consider it hazing. Pishaw, I say. It's fun. The boys all look forward to it and practically run up when it is their turn. Crazy kids.
Now, any suggestions for the "Good Turn"?
The Scout Master told me to take my time so I am pointing to the pocket going "Which pocket? This pocket? Right here? Is this a good spot?".
Ta-Dah! Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a Bobcat.
Some packs won't do this because they consider it hazing. Pishaw, I say. It's fun. The boys all look forward to it and practically run up when it is their turn. Crazy kids.
Now, any suggestions for the "Good Turn"?
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Not PC
Christmas Carols for The Psychologically Challeged
(Thanks Katie!)
1) Narcissistic-- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
2) Paranoid---Santa Claus Is Coming To Get Us
3) Schizophrenia---- Do You Hear What I Hear -- the Voices, the Voices?
3a) Paranoid-Schizophrenia -- Do You Hear What I Hear -- the Voices, the Voices ! ! ...and they are blaming everything on ME !!
4) Manic-- Deck The Halls And Walls And House And Lawn And Streets And Stores And Office And Town And Cars And Buses And Trucks And Trees And Fire Hydrants And...........
5) Multiple Personality Disorder----We Three Queens -- or maybe Kings -- Disoriented Are
6) Amnesia-- I Don't Remember If I'll be Home for Christmas
7) Borderline Personality Disorder--- You Better Watch Out, You Better not Shout, I'm Gonna Cry... and I'll not Tell You Why
8) Full Personality Disorder--- Thoughts of Roasting You On an Open Fire
9) Obsessive Compulsive Disorder---Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
10) Agoraphobia---I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day But Wouldn't Leave My House
11) Senile Dementia---Walking In a Winter Wonderland Miles from My House in My Slippers and Robe
12) Oppositional Defiant Disorder---I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus So I Burned Down the House
13) Social Anxiety Disorder---Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas While I Sit Here and Hyperventilate
14) Attention Deficit Disorder--We Wish You......Hey Look!! It's Snowing!!!
(Thanks Katie!)
1) Narcissistic-- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
2) Paranoid---Santa Claus Is Coming To Get Us
3) Schizophrenia---- Do You Hear What I Hear -- the Voices, the Voices?
3a) Paranoid-Schizophrenia -- Do You Hear What I Hear -- the Voices, the Voices ! ! ...and they are blaming everything on ME !!
4) Manic-- Deck The Halls And Walls And House And Lawn And Streets And Stores And Office And Town And Cars And Buses And Trucks And Trees And Fire Hydrants And...........
5) Multiple Personality Disorder----We Three Queens -- or maybe Kings -- Disoriented Are
6) Amnesia-- I Don't Remember If I'll be Home for Christmas
7) Borderline Personality Disorder--- You Better Watch Out, You Better not Shout, I'm Gonna Cry... and I'll not Tell You Why
8) Full Personality Disorder--- Thoughts of Roasting You On an Open Fire
9) Obsessive Compulsive Disorder---Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
10) Agoraphobia---I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day But Wouldn't Leave My House
11) Senile Dementia---Walking In a Winter Wonderland Miles from My House in My Slippers and Robe
12) Oppositional Defiant Disorder---I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus So I Burned Down the House
13) Social Anxiety Disorder---Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas While I Sit Here and Hyperventilate
14) Attention Deficit Disorder--We Wish You......Hey Look!! It's Snowing!!!
Monday, December 11, 2006
I've been sick.
Not anything good, though. When the doctor said I had a sinus infection and laryngitis, I replied, "THAT'S IT?! I was hoping for something good."
Doctor - Like double pneumonia?
Me - Exactly.
So while I get my strength back, here is something to entertain you with. Enjoy.
Doctor - Like double pneumonia?
Me - Exactly.
So while I get my strength back, here is something to entertain you with. Enjoy.
| You Were Born Under: |
 Full of spunk, you are the original party animal. You bring fun, activity, and stimulation to any event. Self-control is not one of your strong points; you have been known to over indulge. Cheerful and energetic, you can turn the most boring thing into something fun. You are most compatible with a Rat or Dragon. |
| You Should Have Been Born Under: |
 No worries, you're not really pig-like in your personality. (Though you have been known to have a healthy appetite!) You are highly intelligent - forever studying and gaining knowledge. You have a heart of gold and you are appreciated by many. You are most compatible with a Rabbit or Goat. |
Monday, December 04, 2006
POS
Dear Commander,
Remember this morning when you called and I said Todd and I were trying to figure out which computer to throw into the wall first? There is actually an old military phrase for it - Percussive Maintenance.
Sherry
I actually put my head down and wimpered a little this morning. Damn technology.
Remember this morning when you called and I said Todd and I were trying to figure out which computer to throw into the wall first? There is actually an old military phrase for it - Percussive Maintenance.
Sherry
I actually put my head down and wimpered a little this morning. Damn technology.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Brrrrrrrrr
Mother Nature stopped by yesterday and stayed awhile.
We wound up with 13 inches of snow.
Three of Oklahoma's turnpikes and parts of Interstate 40 were closed. There were hundreds of tractor trailers stranded along I-35 in OKC because they couldn't get on the Turner turnpike. Will Rogers Airport LOST POWER last night. Crazyness.
Temp: 6
Wind Chill: -2
Tossing dog biscuits in the snow purely for your own entertainment: priceless
So, here we are at 10am of "No School - Day Two". (Luckily, my work closed down as well. They kept running the crawl saying we were supposed to go in at 9am this morning. Bull to the sh*t. Finally they decided to close. Good call.) I have managed to get all of the laundry caught up. Now I'll tackle the dishes. Good times. I sent my Blockbuster movies back two days ago so I have nothing to watch! I did manage to find some books I haven't read yet. I'm not looking forward to endless games of Trouble, Sorry, Go Fish, and Candy Land. Maybe I'll teach him to play poker.
We wound up with 13 inches of snow.
Three of Oklahoma's turnpikes and parts of Interstate 40 were closed. There were hundreds of tractor trailers stranded along I-35 in OKC because they couldn't get on the Turner turnpike. Will Rogers Airport LOST POWER last night. Crazyness.
Temp: 6
Wind Chill: -2
Tossing dog biscuits in the snow purely for your own entertainment: priceless
So, here we are at 10am of "No School - Day Two". (Luckily, my work closed down as well. They kept running the crawl saying we were supposed to go in at 9am this morning. Bull to the sh*t. Finally they decided to close. Good call.) I have managed to get all of the laundry caught up. Now I'll tackle the dishes. Good times. I sent my Blockbuster movies back two days ago so I have nothing to watch! I did manage to find some books I haven't read yet. I'm not looking forward to endless games of Trouble, Sorry, Go Fish, and Candy Land. Maybe I'll teach him to play poker.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Let's talk about me.
This one is fun, so I thought I would pass it along.
1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?
Hot Chocolate. Nog = Nasty
2. Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree?
Sets them under the tree
3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?
Tree - Multi, House - White
4. Do you hang mistletoe?
Damn Skippy
5. When do you put your decorations up?
David usually does the day after Thanksgiving, but since he isn't here, it's kinda hard to get it done.
6. What is your favorite holiday dish?
My mom's dressing with cranberry sauce. Yummers.
7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child?
Getting mad at Santa because my new motorcycle had mud on the wheels.
8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?
I'm too old to remember that.
9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?
We used to open one on Christmas Eve when I was little. Now, nope.
10. How do you decorate your Christmas Tree?
Lights go on first! Then garland. Then our eclectic mish-mash of ornaments. (We get a new one for the family each year that signifies something that happened over the past year.) Then our crappy star-topper.
11. Snow! Love it or Dread it?
Love it!
12. Can you ice skate?
I've skated once and I didn't fall down, but I don't think that qualifies as actually being able to ice skate. Roller skate? You betcha.
13. Do you remember your favorite gift?
Well, it danged sure wasn't an electric skillet! (Was it, David?)
14. What's your favorite thing about the holidays?
Christmas songs and giving gifts.
15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?
Pie. Any kind.
16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?
The only one we really have is that the kids can't come downstairs on Christmas morning until they hear the Christmas music. David's parents did that. (I guess so they could get all of the candy out of the stockings and eat it themselves. hehehehehe) Christopher is trying to lobby against it.
17. What tops your tree?
Above mentioned crappy star.
18. Which do you prefer giving or receiving?
Giving, but receiving ain't so bad.
19. What is your favorite Christmas Song?
Oh Holy Night. But I have a problem with "fall on your knees.". I think it should be "fall to your knees". Fall on = ooops! Fall to = showing reverence
20. Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum?
Yum. They also soothe upset tummys.
21. What's number one on your list this year?
A $750 Tissot T-Touch watch. (Hey, I can dream can't I?)
22. Favorite Christmas movie?
Charlie Brown Christmas.
1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?
Hot Chocolate. Nog = Nasty
2. Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree?
Sets them under the tree
3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?
Tree - Multi, House - White
4. Do you hang mistletoe?
Damn Skippy
5. When do you put your decorations up?
David usually does the day after Thanksgiving, but since he isn't here, it's kinda hard to get it done.
6. What is your favorite holiday dish?
My mom's dressing with cranberry sauce. Yummers.
7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child?
Getting mad at Santa because my new motorcycle had mud on the wheels.
8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?
I'm too old to remember that.
9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?
We used to open one on Christmas Eve when I was little. Now, nope.
10. How do you decorate your Christmas Tree?
Lights go on first! Then garland. Then our eclectic mish-mash of ornaments. (We get a new one for the family each year that signifies something that happened over the past year.) Then our crappy star-topper.
11. Snow! Love it or Dread it?
Love it!
12. Can you ice skate?
I've skated once and I didn't fall down, but I don't think that qualifies as actually being able to ice skate. Roller skate? You betcha.
13. Do you remember your favorite gift?
Well, it danged sure wasn't an electric skillet! (Was it, David?)
14. What's your favorite thing about the holidays?
Christmas songs and giving gifts.
15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?
Pie. Any kind.
16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?
The only one we really have is that the kids can't come downstairs on Christmas morning until they hear the Christmas music. David's parents did that. (I guess so they could get all of the candy out of the stockings and eat it themselves. hehehehehe) Christopher is trying to lobby against it.
17. What tops your tree?
Above mentioned crappy star.
18. Which do you prefer giving or receiving?
Giving, but receiving ain't so bad.
19. What is your favorite Christmas Song?
Oh Holy Night. But I have a problem with "fall on your knees.". I think it should be "fall to your knees". Fall on = ooops! Fall to = showing reverence
20. Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum?
Yum. They also soothe upset tummys.
21. What's number one on your list this year?
A $750 Tissot T-Touch watch. (Hey, I can dream can't I?)
22. Favorite Christmas movie?
Charlie Brown Christmas.
Monday, November 27, 2006
EUREKA!
Springs, that is.
I loaded up the boys and took a short vacay to Eureka Springs, Arkansas this past weekend.
We went to Turpentine Creek Wildlife Refuge and saw some cuties...
And a not-so-cutie.
This is what can happen when you breed a brother and sister. It was car wreckish. You didn't really want to look, but you just couldn't help it. His brother is very crosseyed, but this guy had other problems as well. He couldn't really controling his front right paw when he walked. It was sad.
We went and saw the Christ of The Ozarks. I felt bad cause I every time I looked at it I wanted to yell, "It was THIS big!"
We came back later that night for "Beyond Dickens". The boys rolled down the hill and Matt wound up with a mouthful of leaves.
He seemed no worse for the wear. He was seen dancin' with the ladies later on.
Hanging with the Bethlehemites and their livestock.
Chris and Katie.
They had a display of 100 Nativity Scenes from around the world. Oddly enough (or if you know me, not oddly at all) I liked this one best. It was bottles covered in foil and painted green. Cool.
This sign was very funny to me, but I have no caption for the photo.
When the "tax collector" asked us for our taxes (tokens we got when we bought the tickets) and our names to put on the tax roll, I told him, "Regina". I finally got to use my fake name!!! Woot! Thanks Pheobe.
I didn't even think about using Anastasia Beaverhausen.
I loaded up the boys and took a short vacay to Eureka Springs, Arkansas this past weekend.
We went to Turpentine Creek Wildlife Refuge and saw some cuties...
And a not-so-cutie.
This is what can happen when you breed a brother and sister. It was car wreckish. You didn't really want to look, but you just couldn't help it. His brother is very crosseyed, but this guy had other problems as well. He couldn't really controling his front right paw when he walked. It was sad.
We went and saw the Christ of The Ozarks. I felt bad cause I every time I looked at it I wanted to yell, "It was THIS big!"
We came back later that night for "Beyond Dickens". The boys rolled down the hill and Matt wound up with a mouthful of leaves.
He seemed no worse for the wear. He was seen dancin' with the ladies later on.
Hanging with the Bethlehemites and their livestock.
Chris and Katie.
They had a display of 100 Nativity Scenes from around the world. Oddly enough (or if you know me, not oddly at all) I liked this one best. It was bottles covered in foil and painted green. Cool.
This sign was very funny to me, but I have no caption for the photo.
When the "tax collector" asked us for our taxes (tokens we got when we bought the tickets) and our names to put on the tax roll, I told him, "Regina". I finally got to use my fake name!!! Woot! Thanks Pheobe.
I didn't even think about using Anastasia Beaverhausen.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
It is official
It is no longer amusing.
Another deck down.
I have no more decks. I'm borrowing one now. It better not screw up.
Gah.
Another deck down.
I have no more decks. I'm borrowing one now. It better not screw up.
Gah.
Good times with foam
Two hours at a gymnastics place for a birthday party plus two hours at a church party at another gymnastics place equals "Mom, my legs hurt."
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