You're Hot, Tot

I just spent the better (best) part of the evening exchanging stories and hatching schemes with my good friend Tot. She only thinks I'm going to let her move away in May.

Lose Anything Lately?

I convinced #1 Sister to take a late night walk with me after an I Love Lucy marathon. It was pretty cold and drizzly, but I think she'd agree that it was worth it.



Now, I don't want to diminish the work of any Good Samaritans, but really, if those were your teeth, would YOU want them back?

Deep Thoughts

Sometimes I get tired of people who promise the moon. Then someone comes along who stands poised to deliver and I think, "Where the crap am I going to put this moon".

If Blog I Must, then Blog I Shall

Well, it's been a spell, hasn't it? I apologize. The old man (better known--but only slightly--as my computer) has had it in for me the last few days. Perhaps he has heard rumors of a replacement. It's just as well, since there's not a whole lot going on. At the moment, my life is consumed with catsitting my furry little nieces and doing the Idol (idle) countdown. Yup. Everyone but Boy and I seems to be Spring Breakin' it down in Mexico, Portland and Alabama. Yesterday Boy and I toured Rome and Canada...also known as Hoagieville and Dairy Queen...which leads me to the question:

Does anyone else see something terribly wrong with this picture?


Well, gotta go. Miss Bliss is stuck in the broom closet. AGAIN.

Thank God I'm a Country Girl

So this is what happens when there are no guests staying at the house where you work. For 48 hours, it's just you, the kitchen cupboards, a dancing broom and Christian radio. Strange things happen. Puzzles accidentally get put together, dust bunnies come out of the closet, coatracks start to look like people and chocolate marshmallow volcanoes erupt on conveniently located graham crackers. About the latter, my banking lady from New Jersey said her daughter has never known anything but microwaved versions of the tasty campfire treats--or N'mores, as I like to call them. Poor city child. You know it's bad when even I couldn't eat it.

Coming up: The Final 12

So, here's an embarrassing confession. Boy and I watched the girls duke it out on American Idol last night (that's not it) and, for the first time in my A.I. addicted history, I voted. Well, that's not entirely true. I tried to vote once last season but the line was busy and I gave up. This time we were able to vote and vote until my phone battery died, which (before you laugh yourselves silly with mock-pity at our pathetic-ness) doesn't take long these days. I'm thinking between the two of us we must've voted upwards of...I don't know...80 times. We didn't get a busy signal once either, so I'm thinking our girl needed us. What makes Lindsey our girl, you say? Well, Boy thinks she's cute, and I like the fact that her voice is nice and low, so if she ever did become famous and her songs were on the radio, I could sing along. Actually, the voting was all just fun and games. When it comes right down to it, I'm all about the Anwar.

Tim

Somehow you understood in a way that others didn't. We were unlikely friends in that Alienation known as high school. You were the first guy I ever hugged voluntarily. The last thing I remember you saying to me was that I would be the last girl in class to marry. At the time, I thought you were just doing that teasing thing you did so well--the one that made your whole face curl up into a smile. Now I wonder if you weren't a prophet. In any case, I have a bone to pick with you when I see you again. I can hardly wait. I miss you.

Tot, I'm so glad we're friends. I love you and I'm praying for you!

And the Oscar Goes To

Each year, come late February or early March, my friends and I host an Oscar Party. What initially began as an excuse for Twin and I to take a day off from work to don fancy clothes and consume mass quantities of gold foil-wrapped candy has developed into a tradition with a life all its own. Some things have changed. We have since forsaken the idea of taking the day off and have been known to record the ceremony to watch days later (which means turning our ballots in early and sequestering ourselves so as not to spoil the show). The fancy clothes have given way to movie-themed costumes. The candy, however, is still gold foil-wrapped and abundant and is now housed in an Oscar pinata. Even though every party seems like the last--the end of an era--the tradition somehow lives on and in fact, keeps getting better. Don't take my word for it. Check out these winners...

BEST COSTUME for her gender-bending portrayal of The Phan-Tot of the Opera


BEST SPORT for giving up a Sunday night in the life of Jude Cuchil-Law