Thursday, June 28, 2007

I have a dream. And that dream is a simple one. I want to be on the World Series of Pop Culture. If you don't know what that show is, let me just say it is quite possible The Best Show of All Time. And I don't think I'm overstating. The new season begins July 9th and I am PUMPED. And I am bound and determined to be on the third season. Why? Because my knowledge of random Pop Culture is endless. I watch that show and I know 90% of the answers. Really. There are three on a team and so I've been thinking of who I want on my team. I think probably my brother as he knows everything about every movie. Ever. And I think Jessica would be on my team too because she knows everything about every TV show. Ever. And she gets People magazine. And I think she, like me , loves Pop Culture. Colin is also a possibility as he has a random arsenal of knowledge (he would do good in categories like Early Hip Hop). Anyway, what do you think? Could we do it?

By the way the answer to the title is 'Arthur'

Saturday, June 23, 2007

So, I had a little scare yesterday. I was driving to my beautiful friend Lindsay's house to make sure that my bridesmaid's dress fit (which not only does it fit, it's going to have to be taken in...what?) ((it also is COMFORTABLE...again, what?)) when a large metal piece came off of the semi driving in front of me and I ran over it because I had no time to react. Now, the last time that I hit something on the freeway, this happened. Thankfully, no living thing died this time. Now when I ran over the Large Metal Thing, it made a very loud clanging noise. I thought for sure that I had busted a tire or an axle or some other car thingy. So, being my calm, rational self, I started screaming and crying hysterically and pulled off on the exit ramp and called Colin, my mechanic. He was of course wonderfully calm and told me some things to look for (and as I was doing so, I was thinking, what am I doing?) and listen for (it's amazing the sounds that your mind can make up). But, by The Grace of The Lord, nothing was wrong and the car is fine. And Cason and I lived to tell about it.

Colin was great and calmed me down. He really is a great guy. The other night I was snuggly in bed and he came in (get your mind out of the gutter) and I asked him if he wouldn't mind getting me a glass of ice water please. And he lovingly obliged. Then when he came back, I asked him if he would get me a body pillow and some Mazzio's pizza. Which he did not do.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

As you may or may not know from previous posts I have a certain disdain for Oklahoma weathermen. So when I saw this I had to laugh. Although I certainly don't agree with Jon Stewart on much politically, I think he hit the nail on the head with this one. And I've seen that Gary England commercial several times...so it does in fact exist.

Friday, June 15, 2007


Hi...I'm a mac



And I'm a PC


I'm Colin's new computer



And I'm the one that Emily still uses...because Colin won't let her touch Mac yet


Hey...Don't feel bad PC...just because you like to send the "END TASK" message over and over and over again...Emily still likes you


You little brat...I oughta tell Steve Jobs where he can go and then take your cool graphics and sleek design and shove them up your


Hey...enough! There's room in this family for all of us. Oh yeah, I also brought a new ipod,
itrip, camera and projector with me.


I already have one ipod in this family...what's next? The iphone? Sigh...ineedanewfamily

Sunday, June 10, 2007

emily: Ok, the directions I got from Google say to take I-35E but I think that we should take I-35W because that would be quicker don't you think?
colin: yeah that would definitely be quicker.
e: and then it says we take exit 51
c: exit 51?
e: yes
c: that IS off of 35W...let me see those directions
(pause)
c: it says to take 35W...you would have had me going all the way through Dallas!
e: no I knew to take 35W...I just couldn't read that on the directions
c: I swear, it's like kryptonite to Superman
e: what is?
c: you and directions...or for that matter you and any map
(long pause)
e: so you think I'm like Superman?

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

1. I went to the pool. In a bathing suit. Need I go on?
2. At a stop sign, I was waiting for the other person to go and singing quite loudly when I realized that I did not actually have a stop sign. Thankfully, the 82 people behind me were nice. I think they liked my singing.
3. I wore a new shirt yesterday and for the whole day I walked around with the "Medium" sticker on my boob. It was like, "Hello, my name is Medium." Oh well, I guess it could have said, "Hello my name XXXXXXL (no offense to those who wear that size)."
4. At the pool mentioned above, Cason ran and climbed into the lap of a much hotter, tanner mom. I guess he prefers tan and toned to pasty and a slight belly. I guess I need who remind him to gave me said belly.
5. I tripped over a chair at Panera Bread. I mean seriously, could they pack those chairs in ANY tighter?

Friday, June 01, 2007

It's the most wonderful time of the year! (sing it to yourself)

What time of the year is that, you ask?

It's the time of the year when we all get together to celebrate the magic and warmth of the holiday season.

That's right folks...it's my birthday. And no, I don't mind bragging about it. I left that "humility" thing long ago.

What is the greatest thing about having a birthday? Everyone is nice to you, calls to wish you a happy birthday. No one cares that you ordered the chocolateyist cheesecake at the Cheesecake Factory and ate it all yourself. No cares that the word choclateyist isn't even a real word. 70$ dress at Georgiou? I think I will. 20$ off today? I definitely will. Because it's my birthday.

No one can get away with being rude to you knowingly on your birthday.

The only thing that would have made my birthday better would have been to have our girls weekend this weekend instead of two weekends ago. But alas, the sun does not always rise and set with me. Only today. Because let's face it, the rest of the time the world revolves around some kid that lives with me. Or a dog perhaps.