Friday, January 26, 2007
You, and you, and you! Get out of my head so I can get some sleep!! All you people, places, events and animals are disturbing my sleep. These are the things I think of at 3 o'clock in the morning. At least in the summer I can watch the ceiling fan turn circles. In the winter it's just a starfish (Patrick?), or a snowflake, or a sheriff made out of a star, or a sheriff's badge, or a .... You see where this takes me. Not to sleepyland. Did I mention Patrick? I'm not a fan of SpongeBob. I like Sandy. She's from Texas, right? I've heard it said you're not a Texan just because you move to Texas. If a cat has kittens and moves them to the oven, they're not biscuits. Mike makes really good biscuits. I shouldn't eat them because they're made with refined flour. I haven't bought myself flowers in a long time.
And so goes the thought process when it's lunch time in Europe.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
"Tony, do you have a story to share?" "Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Karen. She was a pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break and then her parachute landed right in the middle of twenty enemy troops. She shot fifteen of them with the gun until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands."
"Good Heavens" said the horrified teacher. "What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from this horrible story?"
"Stay the hell away from Aunt Karen when she's drinking."
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Now that I've done things I like - it's time for people I like. Again, in no particular order. It's just how I manage to upload the photos.
My dearest - husband, Mike
My Oldest - daughter Ana, 13
My youngest - son Sam, 10
Debbie, freshly back from the Dominican Republic, where her hair was braided into corn rows. Before she left, while they were in, the girls taking them out and after.
Debbie with our friend Denise. I was so busy getting
pictures of Debbie's braids, I never got Denise alone!
My favorite blonde family: Di holding Audrey, the beautiful princess Audrey and Matt, looking every bit the pirate next to Grant and Sam in the chair.
Most of my favorite young people:
Brendon, Ana, Sam Grant, Dana, Sera and Ethan.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Did I say in no particular order?
That may not be completely accurate.
Friday, March 2, 2007 - the show starts at 6:00pm
United Fighting Arts Federation
This is my karate organization.
no more frizzy hair
my latest from Brighton
this smells so good and moisturizes
my favorite CD at the moment
Earl Grey Silver Tips.
Very yummy. Very
expensive - but very
Only on special occasions.
Stainless steel - so easy to clean
This is good in the afternoon.
No sugar = No Guilt
My black hat - some say I resemble
Karen Carpenter when I wear it but
since she was anorexic and is now
DEAD...I'm not sure it's a compliment.
Kapalua in Maui - I need to go back.
Levi's - An American Classic.
Madeleines - go well with a Starbucks
These are very useful.
This makes me laugh.
fun Italian wine glasses
this will be me soon
Tom Hanks - so talented
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
I haven't done a post in weeks, and when I finally do, it's in regards to television. What a sad statement on my life! So...Heroes was finally back on TV last night. I threw Sam out of the one TV chair in the office, stole the remote and sent him to bed. It only took me 45 minutes to realize it was a re-run! I am possibly one of the last people who does not own a Tivo or DVR. I have a Monday night activity (karate) that keeps me out past 9:00pm when Heroes starts. If I want to watch it, I have to actually find a video tape and set my VCR. Since I often don't remember to do that, I end up reading the updates online the next day. Anyway, after 45 minutes, I remembered reading about "dead Peter" and said, "Hey! This is a re-run!"
The moral of this story? There isn't one...it's about television, for heaven's sake!