Showing posts from July, 2011's Saturday


Happy Blogiversary to Me!

That's right, folks, it's my blogiversary.  Before one year ago today, this blog but was a twinkle in its momma's eye.  I have had so much fun finding my imaginary friends out here in the blogosphere!  I can't wait to celebrate more years to come.  To celebrate this occassion, I am taking this opportunity to present you with my random rants of the day (in a neat, not so random list form, of course).

1.  Debt Ceiling:  Enough already.  I do not want to hear anything about this anymore.  Republicans suck.  Democrats suck.  Folks are not focused enough on wanting to actually do the right thing and make this a good nation.  They are too focused on the "politically correct" action which will get them more theoretical votes when the time comes.  Perhaps we need to consider term limits for all members of congress, too, so that we can eliminate that part of the issue.  Fix it you buttheads.

2.  The heat, my God the heat!  I know it's the end of July, but we have …

Shhhh....It's Saturday

Well, except it's Sunday.  But, as usual, I refer you to the title of the blog.  Hope your weekend has been restful and joy-filled.

Failed Intstincts


I lay in the hospital bed laughing with my husband as we watched Ferris Beuller's Day Off.  It was a Friday night, so The Mister could stay late with me.  I always felt more secure and relaxed when he was by my side.  If I tried hard enough, I could imagine that we were just home on the couch, watching a movie and relaxing like we used to do.
When the nurse entered to strap a device to my belly so she could monitor the baby, I didn't let it interrupt.  This was our norm.  I lived in the hospital and the nurses came and went.  They were just part of the date, as normal as the dog needing to be let out or the cat wanting her chin scratched.  Routine.
In the back of my mind, I noticed that The Peanut's heart rate seemed slower than usual.  I tried not to let it worry me.  Worry had become my second nature in the past many weeks, but I was finally moving through it and reaching toward hope.  The nurses would know what to do.  The large team of specialists who saw us every day …

Bending the Scowl Like Beckham

I am just going to come right out and say it.  I have had it with Victoria Beckham (Victoria, if you are reading this, I will henceforth refer to you as VBeck.  I can do that, right?  I mean, we're not friends or anything and I am sure we never will be (certainly not after this post) but I feel like it's better to stick to a catchy celebrity nickname which includes at least part of your last name and therefore seems more formal than to go ahead and just call you Victoria, for God's sake.  Okay, so then, it's settled.  VBeck it is).  I mean, this is a person who has virtually everything that anyone could want.  She has four healthy children and a husband who is thought of by many as quite the catch.  She is beautiful and wealthy.  And yet she never.  Ever.  Smiles.  Go ahead.  Google some images while I wait.  In fact, here are a few for you to ponder:

And now she's gone and stolen my baby name.  I. Have. Had. It.
VBeck, you have got everything.  And, as far as I can …

Listograpyh - Ice Cream

Check out Kate Takes 5 to see other fun lists and to read her fantastic blog!
I thought this sounded like too much fun to pass up!  It's also been interesting to see people from all around the world list their ice cream favorites to see what is available where and the different names some things are given in different places.  So, without further ado, my top 5 ice cream picks:

1.  Dove Bar:  The chocolate is so creamy and thick on these it makes my mouth water just thinking about it.  Not only for cool weather, they are great by the fireplace, too!

2.  Ben and Jerry's Peanut Butter and Jelly pint:  they discontinued this flavor years ago, but I still dream about it.  Ben, Jerry, I beg of you, bring it back!  The jelly was strawberry.  Just for those of you who think this sounds gross, you must taste before judging!

3.  Good Humor Strawberry Shortcake: This is one of those that seems to go by many names around the globe.  As I said in a comment on someone else's list, it re…'s Saturday


An Open Letter to IKEA

Dear IKEA:

Thank you for taking time out of your undoubtedly busy day to read this.  I know that you have millions of customers to please out there, so I won't take up much of your time.  I really just wanted to thank you for not bulding a store near my home.

Before you get all huffy and offended, please know that I LOVE your stores.  I have taken many a pilgrimage to your bastians of cheap and stylish stuff.  The closest store to me is at least two and a half hours away.  Sometimes I go in the other direction, and that one takes a little over three hours to get to.  But it is sooooo worth it.  From minute I enter the store until the moment I leave, I am surrounded by unbelievable quantities of affordable STUFF. 

IKEA can meet any need.  Need new forks?  Got 'em!  Remodeling the kitchen?  Right there!   Lighting, artwork, furniture, baskets, storage, organizing...It. Is. All. There.  And, just when you think you're growing a bit weary, you arrive at the cafeteria and re-e…

In Search of Sandals

I have recently been on the hunt for a new pair of white sandals for The Nugget.  Frankly, I did not consider this to be a potentially difficult undertaking.  She's two.  They're white sandals.  How hard, really, could it be?  I pretty much planned on walking into the first store I came to and buying the first pair of shoes I found.

As always, anything and everything can always be a lot harder than it seems.

First of all, my child is apparently the only one in the known universe whose feet grow at odd times during the year.  It's the beginning of July, but the supply of white sandals has dwinlded to virtually nothing.  The sandals that are out there are mostly on sale, to be sure.  BUT you must be looking for anything other than a size 7 if you want to take advantage of these on-sale sandals.  Size 6?  There are at least 10 pair of normal-looking, appropriate white sandals available.  Size 8?  Sure, have at it!  Size 7, no way in hell will you ever find a pair this size.