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Keyboard Confessions
1.  I got to thinking the other day.  I’m turning 34 this month, and if I make it all the way to 68 then this is my middle of my life.  Which means I’m middle-aged.  Which means it’s ok to have a mid-life crisis.  Should I do something uber crazy?  Like get a tattoo or dye my hair?  Or maybe just make tacky jokes.  That’s way less high maintenance. 2.  What does it say about me that I did not mind that Blockbuster is already promoting Christmas movies?  Too bad Hubs has rules.  3.  I told Co-worker that I was sad at how much I like that Party in the USA song.  She responded with “What can I say, she captivates the worl

Things my children ask while watching Lord of the Rings
“Momma, what’s that boy’s name with the ring?  Tonto?” “Is that a bad guy?” “Why is that mean boy wearing a costume?” “Momma, what’s the boy’s name with the ring again?  Mollo?” “Why is he doing that?” “Did that big bad guy with the eye lose his ring?” “What’s that boy’s name with the ring?  Rollo?” “Mommy would you explain this?  I don’t get it.” “Would you read what that pretty boy just said?  You know, the Lego boy?” “Mommy, what’s the boy’

Monday is a royal pain
“Man, I wish I had some bedazzled Converse High Tops.” –Things the Queen would never say Posted in Bizarre stuff, My life Tagged: mondays, queen

Confessions of my dirty keyboard
1.  I got to looking at my keyboard.  It’s really disgusting.  There’s about 5,000 crumbs all stuck in there.  It might feed a small country.  A very small country, filled with small folks, who eat small meals like crumbs. 2.  You know what else has about 5,000 crumbs?  My couch.  I know this because yesterday I had to tear apart my living room because I lost my diamond earring.  It wasn’t like a Liz Taylor Giant Egg Shaped $90,000 earring, but it was special to me nonetheless.  The Hubs gave the pair to me for our first Christmas.  Anyways, I had to dig all around and wade through the crumbs for my earring.  Kind of gross and awesome al

Adventures with Edward: Edward plays charades
Setting: Desk of the human   Edward, bored out of his plastic mind, crawls out of my handbag.  He tells me he wants to play a game.  I suggest charades with movie titles.  Edward rubs his hands in excitement and quickly adjusts his scarf.  He begins the first clue.     “Um”, I say.  “Umm…Wait!  Is it Saving Private Ryan?” Edward says yes.  He is surprised I got it