Showing posts with label Fun Times. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fun Times. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

A wee wish for you....

Happy St. Patrick's Day!
We are celebrating by, of course, wearing green (I hate getting pinched--don't you?) The in laws went to Ireland last year and brought back Irish t-shirts, so the kids are getting to wear them today. I am desperately trying to figure out how much of their food I can die green. The preschool I used to work at always had green milk all day on St. Patty's which was super fun, but a bit gross. I am phobic about drinking bad milk. If I ever did drink bad milk, I am not sure I could ever fully recover. But the centerpiece of our festivities is the leprechaun trap. Yes, we are going to try and catch ourselves a little elfin magic!

As I type, The Girl is painting a shoe box green--the preferred color of the leprechaun.







Here she is beating the beejeebus of out the brush.
Once the paint dries, we will decorate it with these green flower stickers. We even made fool's gold. A little enticement for the wee sprite made from contact paper and gold glitter. He won't know until it is too late!


When school lets out, we will have The Boy join in by going on a clover hunt. We will stuff all of these goodies into the little leprechaun "house" which will be propped up by a stick. Then lights out. When the little man shows and goes all Stingy from Lazy Town up in here, he will bump into the stick, thus, trapping him in our secret trap. At least that is the theory. We will see how it pans out tonight. Until then.....




May God give you...
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.







Wednesday, March 11, 2009

We interrupt this program

To bring you funny animal pictures I have recently taken.
The Hiding Cow. AKA Incownitio
Does this make me look fat? Cause I feel like it makes me look fat.
One of these things is not like the other. One of these things just does not belong.


Oh, Hi.

You may now return to your regularly scheduled program. This has been a RHSC presentation.

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Silent Saturday

humorous pictures
more cat pictures

Humorous Pictures
more cat pictures

cat
more cat pictures

kitty
more cat pictures

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Slacker

Wow, I have been such a slacker this week. Sometimes I feel like this:

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Dear ABC,

I must say it has been a very long 9 months. I have scoured the spoiler boards for tidbits--morsels if you will of anything and everything to satisfy my cravings. I have jumped to attention every time I ran across a promo for the season opener. I spent time reviewing Season 3 on dvd just to pick up and hints of what may be next. And here we are.....only 6 hours to go. LOST is back! It may only be for 8 measly episodes, but after waiting long enough to give birth to another child, it is so worth it to me!

Ahhhh Jack, Kate, Sawyer, Hurley.....it is like welcoming old friends back. But really, how could you kill of Charlie? That was sad. I cried. And I have to admit--not so sure how I feel about flash forwards, but we'll see. You haven't LOST me yet! harharhar But I digress....

What will I do with this little teaser of 8 episodes ABC? Then we have to wait another year before another bone. *sigh* Thanks for bringing it back--even for a short time, ABC.

Signed,

A Lostie at Heart

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

I heart TMZ.com

It would seem my new obsession is reading the celebrity gossip on TMZ.com. They update multiple times a day, so really, it is far better than waiting on the next issue of People to come out. I'm not sure why I am so fascinated by stars and their downfalls, but I am. And I always have been. It probably started with an innocent addiction to National Enquirer as a child. My grandmother read it--why couldn't I? As a teenager, I graduated to Teen Bop and 17 magazine. And may I just say......

Oh

My

God


My Duran Duran centerfolds were just as tantalizing as the latest Playboy of the month was to the teenage boys. Those Wild Boys can be so cheeky!



But I digress.....



As an adult I got cable TV. You have a ton of choices here, but probably the best know is Entertainment Television.


Who does not remember ET and Liesa Gibbons talking about the scandals in Tinsel Town? I always knew who was screwing who--where--and with what!


Why, they even had entire networks *just* devoted to dishing out every little tidbit they can find on the jet set.



But I hadn't seen anything yet!



Three words--world wide web. Yes, yes, yes. It has opened a world of opportunities for voyeurs like myself. Those who wish they could have been stars, but lacked the gusto. And yes, I can be honest--those like myself who are so jealous they cannot see straight. Man, I love it when Brittany has a break down. Or when a Baldwin gets arrested. What? Lohan was drinking again? Bring it on! I have nothing better to do. *sinister grin* Plus it gives me lots to talk about at parties!





It is probably no coincidence that one of my favorite childhood songs was "Dirty Laundry" by Don Henley. So, in honor of all my wacked out, drugged up, plastic injected, dog wearing, pretend cyber friend celebs, I post the lyrics!





I make my living off the evening news

Just give me something-something I can use

People love it when you lose,

They love dirty laundry

Well, I coulda been an actor,

but I wound up here

I just have to look good,

I don't have to be clear

Come and whisper in my ear

Give us dirty laundry

Kick em when they're up

Kick em when they're down

Kick em when they're up

Kick em when they're down

Kick em when they're up

Kick em when they're down

Kick em when they're up

Kick em all around


We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who

Comes on at five

She can tell you bout the plane crash with a gleam

In her eye

Its interesting when people die-

Give us dirty laundry

Can we film the operation?

Is the head dead yet?

You know, the boys in the newsroom got a

Running bet

Get the widow on the set!

We need dirty laundry

You don't really need to find out whats going on

You don't really want to know just how far its gone

Just leave well enough alone

Eat your dirty laundry

Kick em when they're up

Kick em when they're down

Kick em when they're up

Kick em when they're down

Kick em when they're up

Kick em when they're down

Kick em when they're stiff

Kick em all around

Dirty little secrets

Dirty little lies

We got our dirty little fingers

in everybodys pie

We love to cut you down to size

We love dirty laundry

We can do the innuendo

We can dance and sing

When its said and done

we haven't told you a thing

We all know that crap is king

Give us dirty laundry!

Wednesday, January 16, 2008