Monday, July 31, 2006

I Don't Love You Much Do I, by Guy Clark

I don’t love you much do I
Just more than human tongue can tell and that's all
I don’t love you much do I
Remember how I kissed you in the hall

See how it sparkles in my eyes
I couldn’t hide it if I tried- that’s right
I don’t love you much do I
Just more than anything else in this whole world
I don’t love you much do I
Just more than all the stars in the sky
I don’t love you much do I
I think you hung the moon and that’s alright

I don’t love you much do I
You can feel it all the way across the room
I don’t love you much do I
Like the spring doesn’t make the flowers bloom
I don’t love you much do I
I'd follow you to hell and back again
I don’t love you much do I
Just watch me light up when you walk in

I don't love you much do I
Just more than anything else in this whole world

I don't love you much do I

Sunday, July 30, 2006


I accidentally bought waterproof mascara the other day. Now it won't come off.

The Heat Wave Spoon ("It's too hot to spoon.")

1. Both spooners (there is no spoonee) lie very still on their backs on their own sides of the bed. Note: This is the ONLY time we'll advocate for you to stay on separate sides of the bed.

2. Slowly, so as to not exert yourself in the overwhelming heat, inch the hand that is closest to your partner even closer.

3. When your hands touch, stop.

4. Take your pinkie and intertwine it with your partner's.

Now your pinkies are spooning.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Funny Funny from RD

"Does anyone in this room need to be dismissed from jury duty?" my father, a judge, asked a roomful of prospective jurors.
A nervous young man stood up. "I'd like to be dismissed," he said.
"And why is that?"
"My wife is about to conceive."
Slightly taken aback, Dad responded, "I believe, sir, you mean 'deliver.' But either way, I agree. You should be there."

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

The Husband & Annabelle

I think she likes him...

Sunday, July 23, 2006


I got THE COOLEST toy in my Happy Meal yesterday (yes, I still eat Happy Meals.)
I pulled out the bag and saw a plastic skull with a pirate hat and an eye patch.

Whoop-ti-do, right?

But wait - the directions said to ask a yes or no question, and then lift up the eye patch to find your answer. It turns out it's a skeleton-eyeball MAGIC EIGHT BALL!

I mean, how cool is it to find all of life's answers in the eye socket of a dead pirate?


I dreamed in mosaic last night.

Saturday, July 22, 2006


I mosaiced last night for two-and-a-half hours.

And I mosaiced today for five hours.

And I have a cut on my thumb from the glass (It bled. Ouch.)

I'll have to post a picture of the final product when I'm all done.

Is "mosaiced" even a word?

Friday, July 21, 2006


So last night around 11:45 pm, I was laying in bed, doing a Sudoku puzzle (yeah, yeah, I know, I couldn't sleep) when the husband comes in.

Husband: "Hey, you want to see something interesting?"
Me: "No, not really."
Husband: "No, no, it won't take that long."
Me : "Fine, what do you want to show me?"

And from there he proceeds to teach me Calculus. Yes, I said Calculus. Being the good little wifey I am, I actually listened (no comprehension, though) for about 15 minutes.

And then I fell right asleep. He should talk to me about Calculus every night; then maybe I wouldn't have problems sleeping.

NOTE: I am glad, though, that he's enthusiastic about the subject, as that plays a rather large part in his degree...

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Oh, yeah

So there are these cookies. They bake them fresh at the TTU Starbucks. And they're not just any cookies. Yes, we do have chocolate chips, but that's just getting started. We then have milk chocolate chunks and dark chocoalte chunks. But to top it off, they threw on Hershey Kisses. And no matter when you get one, the chocolate is always gooey and soft.

What? What is that sound? Is that angels I hear singing?

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

And another...

One more, from the husband:

"The wifey is always righty."

He's a smart little cookie, too (hee hee)

Well Spoken

A quote from my dear friend, Jaime:

"Some things we can let go, but unfinished margaritas are not one of them."

She's a smart little cookie.

love love

Tuesday, July 18, 2006


Check it out - Fo' shizzle

My Gangsta Blog


"I don't care about any fashion enough to give up food."

~The truly amazing Rachael Ray

Sunday, July 16, 2006

The Good, The Bad, and the Chocolate

So I'm at work this morning (and yes, I said work, and yes, it's Sunday, and yes, I got here at 8:30 am, and yes, I mean work #1.) So much to do, so little time...

But (hey, at least there's a but), I'm eating what appears to be a regular ol' chocolate donut. But this is a deceiving little sucker. It's actually a chocolate-iced cinnamon roll! How awesome is that??

On my way to work this morning, I drove past the church with the funny signs (you know, the "Fa Shizzle" and "!Hola".) It now says "DUDE!"

By the way, it's National Ice Cream Day. Rock on.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?

I saw on old man driving down the street yesterday on a Harley, wearing a karate suit. I bet when he was four he wanted to be a "karate man" and ride a motorcycle when he grew up.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Names That Go With Jobs

The director of the Kinsey Sex Institute (Indiana University) - her name is Julia Heimen.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

It's Here

It's finally here, the day I've been waiting for. Let out your inner-spirit. I'm not ashamed to admit it.

Ladies and gents...

It's National Embrace Your Geekness Day.

Tubular, dude.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006


Today is National Pecan Pie Day!
(peeee-can pieeeeee. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight? Name that flick...)

Tuesday, July 11, 2006


It's almost
sixth sense,
the way
I think
of you.
Someone can
or say something
you would say,
and, suddenly,
you're in
my thoughts
I like that.
It means
you can
make me
even when
you're far

~B. Burns

Witnessing a Gracious Moment

I was standing near the back of the line at good ol’ Wal-Mart yesterday, and there was a family in the next line. They had a little girl, probably 4 years old, with a huge smile and very dirty hands, eating a bag of Funyuns.

She walked up to the lady in line behind me and offered her a chip. The lady smiled and said “thank you,” but didn’t take the chip. The girl stood there, holding out the Funyun, and her mom just looks at the lady and says "She loves to share,” with a look that said she expected this lady to take it! So she graciously and very kindly took the Funyun from the little girl, who was tickled pink to share.

As she secretly hid the chip in her hand, I couldn’t help but wonder what I would have done had the little girl offered one to me (even though I just love Funyuns!) I know (and regret) the look on my face when the mom “suggested” the lady take the chip. I admire this lady’s grace and child-lovingness to ignore grubby “I’ve been running around Wal-Mart and touching everything” child fingers to see the Funyun for what it was - a gift.

Monday, July 10, 2006


I've read that today is "National Teddy Bear Picnic Day." Huh? Are we five years old?

"La la la, I'm going on a picnic with Mr. Snuffles today. Isn't life grand?"

Whatever you do, just don't step on a bee.

Friday, July 07, 2006


I have an apple sitting on my desk, looking at me with puppy dog eyes, and yet I'm eating chocolate chip cookies.


But wait - it's National Chocolate Day!

Tomorrow, little apple, I'll eat you tomorrow.

Kick-Ass Things About Today

(It's Friday, so I can say the word "ass." Kind of like Weekend Beer Time - anytime is a good time for a Shiner, as long as it's Saturday.)

1. We'll start off with the basics: It's Friday.

2. I have reached an important milestone in my life: I have over 2000 hits on my blogger, from all over the world at that!

3. It's the M-I-L's birthday today, and she's coming for a visit (maybe not "kick-ass," but generally interesting...)

4. I've saved the very best for last: It's National Chocolate Day. A day where you can eat, no, are encouraged to eat all the chocolate you want. Can it get any better than that??? (Note: to those of you who don't like chocolate...WTF?)

Thursday, July 06, 2006


Every morning on my way to work, I pass a man walking his dog. Nothing new. But the thing is, this man, probably in his upper 50’s, is about 6’ 4” tall. The dog he walks is a miniature Chihuahua, about the size of his foot. She’s light tan with this peppy little tail that just bobs along.

I bet this man rolls his eyes every morning while hooking the leash onto her collar. I bet he says to his wife every morning, “I can’t believe I have to walk this thing every day – it’s your dog.”

But I bet, as he’s strolling along with this puppy, he secretly enjoys it. I have never seen a dog happier than she on her morning walks. And I bet he’s smiling inside, because his little dog loves him.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006


I don't understand what the world is coming to when there are more cigarette receptacles than trash cans on campus. I actually have to search for a trash can, and yet everywhere I turn, there is a cigarette receptacle. And they are all right outside the building doors, so you have to walk through a cloud of smoke to get inside (while carrying that trash you couldn't throw away since there is no trash can within 500 yards...)

Stepping down...cough cough.


Last night something terrible and excruciatingly painful happened to me. I got jalepeno oil up my nose. No joke. I was de-seeding them, and had an itch, so I rubbed the back of my hand against my nose. Holy jalepeno juice, it hurt. So I wash my hands and try to wipe it out with a paper towel. This just pushed it further up into my nasal cavity. I tell you what, it hurt 10 times worse than getting it in my eye.

So I go sniffling and hollering to the husband, who has this ingenious idea. When he headed into the garage, I got a little suspicious. Then he brought in his "I work on cars and get so dirty that I have to use this hand de-greaser to clean up" gunk. And told me to put it up my nose. "You have oil up your nose, and soap and water won't get it out. This is the only thing that will work," he says. So after trying every other option I could think of, hemming and hawing, I did it. I stuck car de-greaser up my nose. It smelled like car de-greaser. After two doses of this, and then warm soap and water, it started to cool down a bit. Relief, finally. As gross as it was, it worked.

I have a smart husband (a little unconventional, but smart.)


Happy "We Have To Go Back To Work Today and It Really Really Stinks" Day.