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// February 28th, 2006 // No Comments » // Uncategorized
I feel blech. Yucky and wierd in a way I have never felt before. The constant drone of helicopters over the neighborhood doesn't help either.
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// February 28th, 2006 // No Comments » // Uncategorized
I feel blech. Yucky and wierd in a way I have never felt before. The constant drone of helicopters over the neighborhood doesn't help either.
// February 28th, 2006 // 2 Comments » // Uncategorized
Shhhh. Don’t tell Doug cause it makes his face turn purple, but I let Evan unroll the toilet tissue. I know it’s wasteful, but it makes Evan so very happy. It’s easy to clean up, too.
// February 28th, 2006 // 1 Comment » // Uncategorized
If you can lie still for stitches in your eyebrow, why do I have to wait until you are asleep to trim your fingernails? "Ow! You're hurting my nails."
// February 28th, 2006 // 5 Comments » // Uncategorized
There was a time when I never missed watching the Oscars. While it wasn’t the spiritual experience that Westminster is, it was fun to try and guess who would win the awards. Yes, it was also about playing fashion police. “That dress is beautiful but why is he wearing that?” This year I have seen nothing that is nominated. nada. zip. shake your hand in a zero shape and then blow on your outstretched palm. If they had an awards show for cheesy children’s programming I’d be all over it. ” …and the award for most tragic episode goes to…the one where the doll dies!”
// February 27th, 2006 // 8 Comments » // Uncategorized
Ringo Starr, George Carlin or Alec Baldwin?
// February 27th, 2006 // 3 Comments » // Uncategorized
// February 26th, 2006 // 1 Comment » // Uncategorized
I remember my parents letting me stay up past my bedtime if The Sound of Music or The Wizard of Oz was on the television. I’m letting my children stay up to watch War Games.
// February 24th, 2006 // 1 Comment » // Uncategorized
This is just too funny.
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