She can try, but I saw a picture of her last week and I'm pretty sure I can take her vertically challenged butt. And then Sexyhusbandohers would be all mine.... hee hee hee.
Anyway, I have nothing of real importance (like I ever do), so I thought I would go with what I like to call Brain Lint - random dustballs pulled from my head - and call it a blog.
First of all, that lady from Britian'sGotTalent, whose name I should know but don't: Yeah, the one with the incredible (I guess?) voice that has become the 'overnight sensation'. Cute story about how she has never had a date but she sings so wonderfully that even Simon was rendered insultless. Does anyone else find the whole thing a bit strange? I mean how did no one ever notice that she could sing before now? Has she only been singing secretly in the shower all these years? She seems pretty self-possessed - not like she's been hiding.
Seriously, if you knew someone who sang that well, wouldn't you be all 'Wow, you could make money doing that!'?
Or, if you're not all focused on money, like I am; 'You should join the church choir'. Just saying....
Or MAYBE she's actually an undercover nun from the Sisters of Major Mercy convent deep in the Scottish moors, who has been sent to BGT in hopes of bagging the prize money and banking it against the next great potato famine. Oh wait, that was Ireland, huh? Well, maybe a plaid shortage then.
Okay, this is me letting that one go.....
Next, texting: Yes, MsAngie, we do text around the house. And we call each other. Sounds crazy but I think it is the slickest thing since pre-mixed peanut butter. My daughters ALWAYS carry their cell phones because they are teenagers - and I try to keep mine in my pocket just so I know where it is. Homer.... well, this really doesn't apply to Homer because his phone is usually lost somewhere with his keys. And his wallet.
But back to us girls. Texting is the new yelling. When I text 'dinner!' I know they will get the message. And when they text back 'what are we having?' they know I will 'not hear' the incoming text chime. Hee hee. They also can't say that they didn't get the 'Clean your room!' message because Mr. Samsung does NOT lie.
Seriously though, not only is it a great work-around for the hearing impaired, but it saves SO much time. And as for Homer, I've been known to put out a BOLO for him on the girls' phones.
Okay, the #1 Mommy t-shirt: Yes, it's about ten or twelve years old. It's also big enough for me and 7 of you. At the same time. But I won't be party to proving that. Point is, it's pretty, um, not attractive, but how do you throw out something like that? I can't bring myself to do it, so I keep it in the laundry room with my 'bad' clothes - the ones I wear to paint and do dirty work. Except I can't bring myself to get it painty or dirty, either. I was thinking I should make it into a pillow or something but is that kind of braggy? I'm totally taking suggestions on this one.
And Angie L: Thank you for correcting my grammer. You are so right; home-invaders would be the proper term, not 'company'. I am seriously considering your spa-under-the-guise-of-marriage-counseling suggestion. Methinks you have great experience in this area, Glasshoppa.
And as long as we are rounding up Angies: Shupe, your unemployed arse may NOT be safe. You might have to be my 'sick friend' that needs visiting.
Lunch is over; so's my post.
18 comments:
Did you go back and change the spelling errors? Cause I just read it and I don't see a one. . .
And - yes - I text and call my daughters in the house. . . and I don't even have texting on my plan!
That's 20 cents for every lazy thought. . .
The gerbils in my head REQUIRE that I fix all spelling errors upon discovery.
you mean there's a way to communicate with a teenage girl that ISN'T texting them? Weird.
We call each other, when one is upstairs and the other is downstairs. I also think the whole Susan Boyle thing is kind of strange. YOu have very good points. Maybe a call to the talent police is in order??
Oh I love your Mug!! I too am a bit of a spelling/grammer natzi.
I try to text my wife when I'm too lazy to go to where she is. She next picks up her phone because she knows it's me.
I don't even know where my phone is half the time. And I like it that way.
Nice photo.
So nobody but me and you text our children in the house? Nobody sends a text that says "Turn the DAMN music down now?" or "Please go back and flush the toilet..." - Really? Just you and me? Hmmm...
I make up for in weight what I lack in height, and could easily crush you with one thigh, ms. skinny minny!
That's some serious look in your eyes, J. I wouldn't try to take it from you!
I feel special because I got a shout out from the fabulous Jane herself! Woot-woot!!
So, I work in a gymnasium, right? A big ol' barnish gymnasium. If my boss gets a call and he's not in his office, I use my God-given "intercom" and yell loudly out the door "Tim!?!?!" The other day I did this and got a call from him at the other end of the gym saying, "Can't you just call to see where I am instead of yelling?" "No, that takes too much time. You comin' to get this call or not?" Ha. Now you see why I can't imagine using texting in a little ol' house. Of course, in my extremely little ol' house you can burp in the utility room and hear it all the way in the living room. Not much need here for texting...even if Timber had a cellphone.
Re: the mommy shirt - Yeah I can't throw things like that out either - I say go for the pillow idea.
Susan Boyle was in her church choir - she even cut a record for a fund raiser for them.
Yes, we text in the house & I don't know how to spell!
I vote for a pillow for the tshirt!
As for texting, my hubby is too technologically challenged to text with me. So I have undercover textual lovahs!
I also never know where my phone is! People text me all the time, and I can't find what that noise is..lol I'm useful like that. Course, the cats make it difficult to text them for dinner.. they NEVER answer their phones! I like that idea, though..
I wondered about Susan Boyle's whereabouts as well and why she is being discovered so late in life.
left something for you in my SECOND post today!
The first few times I saw the Susan Boyle Idol audition, I cried and found it the most uplifting thing I'd seen in years. Now I'm afraid to look at anything new about her for fear it'll ruin that first impression. I did also wonder about how she got this far without having been outed by someone (as a wonderful singer). Whatever tho, in order to hear some of the praise she's getting, she's first got to hear how ugly she is--not my idea of fun. But I hope she can hold on to something good from this experience.
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