Do you ever wake up with song lyrics in your head? How about song lyrics that you haven't heard in years? I do, and today I did. This is what I woke up with this morning:
"My hair is curly but I gel it down.
My clothes are black but my bread is brown.
I'm really into early Motown."
It's been a pretty good day so far.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
The Housemartins - Happy Hour
My freshman year of college, I would anxiously wait for Sunday nights to crowd into Eric's dorm room, you know - the ONE guy in the dorm with cable - to watch "120 Minutes" on MTV. Never once did I get to see a Housemartins or a Sundays video. Now you can just pop on YouTube. Ah, progress! I really feel quite bad that I didn't get to enjoy these lads' silliness at the time when they were rocking my auditory world.
I always knew I wanted to be Harriet Wheeler. This is why.
I always knew I wanted to be Harriet Wheeler. This is why.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sometimes Pat is right
If you know me, you know that I'm always right. Well, this time - and just this one time - Pat was right and I was wrong. Pat wanted to go camping this past weekend and I did not. There was so much going on in Phoenix that I didn't want to miss, such as happy hour with the girls from book club (Happy Birthday, all you April girls), an Arbonne skin care party (I know, I know, but I really need a new moisturizer to curb these wrinkles and the hostess has a NEW PUPPY), and the start of really hot Phoenix weather (yippee!).
But, to be nice to the husband, I agreed to suck it up and go camping. However, there was no need for sucking - it was legitimately fun! The nights were freezing and the day was lovely. The campsite was dirty with lots of dirt and more dirt. We hiked to Lynx Lake and I threw the dogs in a couple times to wash away some of the dirt. We grilled brats and toasted marshmallows. Mmmm, marshmallows. We saw some stars. We also played the official sport of camping: miniature wiffle ball. This sport is much more dangerous than hockey, just ask David who is still sporting welts and cuts and scrapes.
But, to be nice to the husband, I agreed to suck it up and go camping. However, there was no need for sucking - it was legitimately fun! The nights were freezing and the day was lovely. The campsite was dirty with lots of dirt and more dirt. We hiked to Lynx Lake and I threw the dogs in a couple times to wash away some of the dirt. We grilled brats and toasted marshmallows. Mmmm, marshmallows. We saw some stars. We also played the official sport of camping: miniature wiffle ball. This sport is much more dangerous than hockey, just ask David who is still sporting welts and cuts and scrapes.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
A Really Good Laffy Taffy Wrapper - Answers
Riddle #1: What is a parasite?
Answer: Something you see in Paris
Riddle #2: Why did the chicken cross the playground?
Answer: To get to the other slide.
Answer: Something you see in Paris
Riddle #2: Why did the chicken cross the playground?
Answer: To get to the other slide.
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