Do you ever sit in the mall and try to figure out what kind of undies everyone wears? Boxers or briefs? Bikini or thong? Ok, I don't really care what the girls wear, I was just trying to be fair. Although I'm sure we have all seen the occasional girl who is wearing a skirt so see-through everybody knows she's wearing a thong. What I hate are girls who wear low-rider pants and show the world their undies every time they bend over. Now, I'm not talking about those cutsie little thongs that are decorated back there and are supposed to show a little. I mean big ugly cotton panties. I want to go up to these girls and say "Hey dumbass, don't you know your underwear is showing? I go to the trouble to make sure my underwear doesn't show, and I really don't wanna see yours."
Ok, back to boxers and briefs. Oh, and let's not forget boxer-briefs, my personal favorite. And men's underwear shouldn't be white, dark colors look best. I really hate white briefs. You know, like the kind that stupid Spongebob wears. (I hate him too.) There's just something juvenile about white briefs on a guy. Of course, that's just my opinion. I know women who like briefs on guys. I don't get it, but that's ok.
One last note on undies. Does anyone out there fold their underwear. I didn't know anyone did until recently and thought it was hilarious. But, maybe I am the weird one for not folding my undies. Share your thoughts.
Monday, May 30, 2005
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Changes
Well, this has been a very interesting two weeks for our household. I won't bore anyone with the details, but there were some major changes. Now, it looks like happier days are on the horizon. The kids were great during this ordeal, they just adapt to anything. I guess only time will tell if things will work out the way we want them to. Either way, I am glad that I finally stood up for myself and forced the issue. I think everyone will be happier in the end.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Pale Fire
You're Pale Fire!
by Vladimir Nabokov
You're really into poetry and the interpretation thereof. Along the
road of life, you have had several identity crises which make it very unclear who you
are, let alone how to interpret poetry. You probably came from a foreign country, but
then again you seem foreign to everyone in ways unrelated to immigration. Most people
think you're quite funny, but maybe you're just sick. Talking to you ends up being much
like playing a round of the popular board game Clue.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
A weird little fellow
I was looking through my National Geographic and saw a picture of an animal I have never seen before. I was in total shock. I have never even heard of this little animal. It is called a fossa. It lives on the island of Madagascar off the coast of Africa. Apparently this guy is really shy and not many people have seen him. So I am putting him here. Oh, and he is endangered. I put a link here for those who are curious.
http://www.nwf.org/internationalwildlife/2000/fossa.html
fossa-He's a weird looking little fellow, isn't he?
http://www.nwf.org/internationalwildlife/2000/fossa.html
fossa-He's a weird looking little fellow, isn't he?
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Crickets from hell
Last night my sister and I were talking on the phone and she brought up the story of the crickets from hell. At the time this occurred, I was about 14, and she was 9. Dad had the brilliant idea that the whole family (Dad, stepmom, me and sis) would go fishing. The dream trip of all 14 year old girls. At the bait shop, he bought a cricket cage. Now, this so-called cage had a big hole in the top, but the way it is designed, the crickets are not supposed to be able to get out.
(big dramatic pause)
Notice I said supposed to.
Apparently, we had inadvertently bought the Houdini of crickets. While my sister was holding this cage, one jumped out on her. Her response? To scream and throw the ENTIRE cage full of crickets at ME!! So now, instead of one cricket, we have dozens of crickets running amok in the car. Dad pulls over and orders us to start grabbing crickets and throw them out of the car.
Excuse me? I just had crickets hurled at me and he wants us to what?? Stepmom is yelling and glaring, and I have to decide if I am more afraid of her, or touching crickets.
You guessed it, I grabbed handfuls of crickets. I was creeped out for weeks. Sis and I laugh about this now, but since then we are both terrified of bugs.
(big dramatic pause)
Notice I said supposed to.
Apparently, we had inadvertently bought the Houdini of crickets. While my sister was holding this cage, one jumped out on her. Her response? To scream and throw the ENTIRE cage full of crickets at ME!! So now, instead of one cricket, we have dozens of crickets running amok in the car. Dad pulls over and orders us to start grabbing crickets and throw them out of the car.
Excuse me? I just had crickets hurled at me and he wants us to what?? Stepmom is yelling and glaring, and I have to decide if I am more afraid of her, or touching crickets.
You guessed it, I grabbed handfuls of crickets. I was creeped out for weeks. Sis and I laugh about this now, but since then we are both terrified of bugs.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Can't wait for summer!
banana popsicles
kids on bicycles
sidewalk chalk
front porch talk
water hoses
sunburnt noses
tan lines
watermelon rinds
going swimming
backyard picnicing
Can't wait for summer!
kids on bicycles
sidewalk chalk
front porch talk
water hoses
sunburnt noses
tan lines
watermelon rinds
going swimming
backyard picnicing
Can't wait for summer!
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Broken Hearts
Tears that fall
upon the path
of regret and sorrow.
Shall feed the hope
that springs anew
when it is tomorrow.
Mend your wounds
rebuild your dreams
do not lose your way.
Know it will pass
and learn from it
upon the path
of regret and sorrow.
Shall feed the hope
that springs anew
when it is tomorrow.
Mend your wounds
rebuild your dreams
do not lose your way.
Know it will pass
and learn from it
live life, day by day.
Monday, May 02, 2005
So much for daily posts
Well, I said at the beginning of this I wanted to post something everyday, but that has turned out to be harder than I expected. Of course I have mentioned before that we recently moved, it will take me months to unpack everything. It isn't that we have a lot to unpack, but homeschooling a second grader and chasing a sixteen month old tend to interrupt things. To make matters worse, my husband decided this spring to start his own landscaping business. Now, he already had a perfectly good job, but it's boring. Now he has his dependable job and his fun job. Some weeks he is gone so much we start to forget what he looks like. C'est la vie.
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