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Friday, March 27, 2009

I demand a clean and freshly painted house.

I am a simple girl. I don't need gobs or cash or loads of power. I would love to have a spotlessly clean, from top to bottom, house. I would insist that all the papers in my "to figure out what to do with pile" be handled and every speck of dust be excised. I want the kitchen counters redone and the popcorn ceilings removed. Please (or I'll never let the prisoners go) wash, iron, and while you are at it, starch my curtains!


Give us your unreasonable demands.

Friday, March 20, 2009

'The World of Mr. Mulliner' is Wodehouse at his best.

I read these out loud and loved ones laugh so hard they cry.

What's so funny? Everything - snakes snuck into beds, golf matches to NOT win the girl, stuttering bullies and Hollywood starlets gone insane on the Orange Juice Diet.

This was my first of many books by P.G. Wodehouse and will always be my favorite. In the introduction, the author writes, "I must warn my public that in 'The World of Mr. Mulliner' I am writing as funny as I can, and I can only hope that there will be no ill results."

Recommend a book to someone who needs a good laugh.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Tuesday Musings #28

What is your worst public restroom experience?

I KNOW I have a ton of public bathroom post traumatic stress syndrome, but I have been thinking about it for almost a week and couldn't remember any specifics.

Luckily for all my faithful readers, I like to blog about the crazy things that go on around here and I was able to search the archives and find the perfect answer for Tuesday Musings, March 10 edition.



Friday, March 13, 2009

I, or in other words...

...Incredibly Optimistic About Finishing Sewing Projects, keep buying fabric and patterns! Why, why, why do I keep piling up more ideas (with supplies to go with them) when I KNOW I never sew unless I have some kind of unavoidable deadline?
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By the way, which Sunday is Easter this year?

If you were named based on your traits, habits, or likes, what would your name be?

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Sharkola

When I am near a wild bear, I am slightly nervous. When I encounter a wild shark, I am terrified.

Animal face-off! Who would win in a fight between a bear and a shark?

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Tuesday Musings #27

Write about one of your memorable high school teachers.

I had an unmemorable (Mr. Who?) Social Studies teacher in 10th grade with a weirdly memorable habit...well, let me back up. I went to high school in the eighties. BIG hair was in. I didn't have big hair which was one of many reasons I was not Miss Popularity, but my lack of big hair served me well in my 10th grade history class. I sat in the front row, right next to a girl who had big hair, not super big, but she obviously spent some time in the mornings with her can of Aqua Net to get that eighties look. Here, let me show you an example of what I mean by "eighties look". This picture is not from my yearbook since I am too lazy to go downstairs and get it, but it could be.

So anyway, you get the picture, me with my small hair, the aisle between our desks, then her with her big hair. That spot, right between our desks was our teacher's favorite place to stand and talk. We were kind of front and center, so I can see why he chose that spot...but...still to this day I can't understand why he felt compelled to put one of his hands on the top of each our heads during his entire lecture!!! I guess the NYC Dept of Ed was too stretched to buy the guy a lectern, so he made due with two students' poor beleaguered craniums.

The other thing I don't understand is why neither of us ever told him to stop. If I had a psychoanalyst, that would be the first question I'd ask him or her!

I wasn't the only one who was scarred by the experience. When my big haired friend signed my yearbook two years after the class was over, she wrote, "Remember Mr. So and So's class and how we always left with flat hair?"