Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Nothing is certain except death & taxes

As of 5 p.m., it looks like our area is just west of the dreaded cone of uncertainty. I see a little yellow, which means we'll probably see some major rain, but the kids are disappointed because it looks as though it won't be enough to keep them out of school Thurs./Fri. Muwaahahahahaha! However, Mother Nature might have other plans.

I found these today, thanks to a heads-up by a friend. She knew of my quest to find a decent boot for winter and called me this afternoon - I was there in less than 10 minutes! They're a soft, suede-like fabric and feel terrific. Move over, Nancy Sinatra...

Please don't ask me who she is, unless you want to make me feel even older.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Where did I put those damn sandbags....


It appears that Hurricane Ernesto is coming for a visit. And if they thought the real estate market in Florida was slow before....

I pray that it somehow loses steam before hitting the gulf, and any of us.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Now THIS is a soundtrack!

I love Zach Braff and "Scrubs". The TV viewing in this house hasn't been the same without him during the summer. (I did see that Comedy Central will be showing episodes soon. Wooo!) But I really want him to keep making movies because of the music he pulls together (of course, he's a great actor, too). He really has a knack for finding just the right artists and songs. I'd love to be on the receiving end of some of his personal compilations. He must have a fantastic music library.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Snakes! Why'd it have to be snakes?

Talk about creating a buzz. Or would that, more appropriately, be a hissssss?

Phone rings on Sunday afternoon. DH answers it, listens for a bit, and starts laughing. I'm thinking "Who is making him laugh and WHAT are they saying??" He hangs up and tells me that he just got a personal call from Samuel L. Jackson.

This guy. Right. Uh-uh.

If you go
here, you can send your very own personalized SLJ message to any one of your friends (or enemies, just don't use YOUR name at the prompt ;-) ), by phone or email. I'm not sure how it would work if it went to an answering machine, so we've been sending ours by email. However, getting the message by phone was pretty funny.

A word of warning - if you value your friendships and want to avoid embarrassing them, make sure they know who SLJ is and "Snakes on a Plane" is just a movie, or you might be answering questions from the police.

DH sent this to a friend Monday. I asked him later that night if B. had received it. He said that he had and here's what happened. B. sent it along to his brothers and some other people. One of those was a 91 year old neighbor who has known B. for years. Well, this poor guy was so scared that "this man knew my name and your name, too, B. He said he was going to come looking for me!", he called his son, who called the police. The story ends here, because DH had to cut his conversation short with our friend.

Was it bad that I started to laugh after DH told me this?

Yeah, probably.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Good Stuff

Thanks to the PajamaMama for this cool idea (by way of Suze).

Like her, I don't get around as much as I should to those whose blogs I enjoy. But I'm going to give it my darndest.

Let's get busy, ya'll! :)

Wait for it...


You hear that?


I believe it's the faint sound of "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year". The boys have begun another 180 days of incarceration, uh, education in our school system. Incarceration... education: depends on whom you ask in this house. All I know is that I can actually hear myself think for the first time in almost 3 months.

The things I'm thinking today:

I'm tired,
I need to go to the gym,
the dog needs a bath (giving her a bath could count as a workout in my book since she's a 50-lb. squirmer),
I'm seeing tumbleweeds in the hall so it must be time to vacuum,
the laundry is falling off the back of the couch, so it's time to put it away,
I have to shop for teacher lists,
No food in the house, so it must be time to go grocery shopping,
I'm tired.

Hearing oneself think is highly overrated.