Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to my sweet, sweet boy.

More stupid stuff about me.

A friend tagged me on facebook.

I'm to answer a list of 100 random questions. That's too many for me to even think about, so I'll break them down.

Here are yesterday's. And here some more.

  1. What's your real name? Alison
  2. What's your middle name? Kay
  3. Zodiac sign? Pisces, even though I think the Zodiac is a bunch of hog wash.
  4. Do you have a crush on someone? I'm totally boy crazy. Right now I'm crushin' on Jesse James of West Coast Choppers (married to Sandra Bullock). I don't think he's super cute, but I absolutely adore him on Celebrity Apprentice.
  5. Piercings? I have my ears pierced (a total of three piercings), but I haven't worn earrings since my wedding day. I have a crazy amount of skin allergies and problems, so I avoid most all jewelry. 
  6. Tattoos? Two. I love tattoos.

From the mind of Ben Stein

For many years Ben Stein has written a biweekly column called "Monday Night At Morton's." (Morton's is a famous chain of Steakhouses known to be frequented by movie stars and famous people.) Now, Ben is terminating the column to move on to other things in his life. Reading his final column is worth a few minutes of your time.

Ben Stein's Last Column . . .

How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in Today's World?

As I begin to write this, I "slug" it, as we writers say, which means I put a heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is "eonlineFINAL," and it gives me a shiver to write it. I have been doing this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end.

It worked well for a long time, but gradually, my changing as a person and the world's change have overtaken it. On a small scale, Morton's, while better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie. But Morton's is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.

Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people, and they treat me better than I deserve to be treated. But a man or woman who makes a huge wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all look up to.

How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if by a "star" we mean someone bright and powerful and attractive as a role model? Real stars are not riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese girls do their nails.

They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer. A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit, Iraq. He could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets. Instead, he faced an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world.

A real star is the US soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road north of Baghdad. He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him.

A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the US soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of unexploded ordnance on a street near where he was guarding a station. He pushed her aside and threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad.

The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after two of their buddies were murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists.

We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our magazines. The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die.

I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that who is eating at Morton's is a big subject.

There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament . . . the policemen and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they will return alive; the orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who have been in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery; the teachers and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children; the kind men and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards.

Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade Center as the towers began to collapse. Now you have my idea of a real hero.

I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters. This is my highest and best use as a human. I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve Martin . . . or Martin Mull or Fred Willard - or as good an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close to any of them.

But I could be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and, above all, a good son to the parents who had done so much for me. This came to be my main task in life. I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my sister's help). I cared for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with my father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma and then entered immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.

This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York. I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.

Faith is not believing that God can. It is knowing that God will.

By Ben Stein

Monday, March 30, 2009

My son's first birthday party!

Here is a sneak peak of our first birthday party adventures.

More about me. I'm over it. Are you?

A friend tagged me on facebook.

I'm to answer a list of 100 random questions. That's too many for me to even think about, so I'll break them down.

Here are yesterday's. And here are five for today.

  1. Name something you CANNOT wait for? A weekend all to myself. Only God knows if and when that will ever happen.
  2. Last time you saw your father? Today. He's a mess.
  3. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life? I wish my legs didn't grow hair.
  4. What are you doing right now? Watching Celebrity Apprentice with my man.
  5. What's getting on your nerves right now? My never-ending to-do list.

Sunday, March 29, 2009


A friend tagged me on facebook.

I'm to answer a list of 100 random questions. That's too many for me to even think about, so I'll break them down.

Here are a few from Thursday. And here are six for today.

  1. How many kids do you want to have? I want to be the 'little ole' lady who lived in a shoe.'
  2. Do you have any pets? A precious yet ornery yellow lab
  3. Do you want to change your name? Like legally? Um, no.
  4. What did you do for your last birthday? Dinner with the fam
  5. What time did you wake up today? 6:45am
  6. What were you doing at midnight last night? Dreaming about hosting a kick-butt first birthday party for my son


Saturday, March 28, 2009

My son's first birthday party was a success!

And now I'm kicking back with my feet up. 

I'll be back to the ole' blogging grind soon.

In the meantime, {deep sigh} . . .

Friday, March 27, 2009

Your daily dose of smile.

I don't have an affinity for squirrels, but these pictures make me want to cuddle up with one!

And this is why I spent the morning crying.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

More randoms

A friend tagged me on facebook.

I'm to answer a list of 100 random questions. That's too many for me to even think about, so I'll break them down.

Here are yesterday's five. And here are six for today.


  1. Dated someone twice? Maybe in middle school. I know I definitely started dating someone in first period only for it to end in fourth period. Who knows, I could have been dating him again by sixth period.
  2. Been cheated on? Who knows? Maybe that's why I was dumped in fourth period. He was probably cheating on me during third period.
  3. Kissed someone and regretted it? A couple of times when my husband ate onions.
  4. Lost someone special? Yes. My most significant loss has been my grandfather.
  5. Been depressed? Daily. I'm a hormonal, pregnant mess.
  6. Been drunk? Most of college.

Dorky DippinChunks

What's your new name? Do share!

1. Use the third letter of your first name to determine your new first name:

a = snickle
b = doombah
c = goober
d = cheesey
e = crusty
f = greasy
g = dumbo
h = farcus
i = dorky
j = doofus
k = funky
l = boobie
m = sleezy
n = sloopy
o = fluffy
p = stinky
q = slimy
r = dorfus
s = snooty
t = tootsie
u = dipsy
v = sneezy
w = liver
x = skippy
y = dinky
z = zippy

2. Use the second letter of your last name to determine the first half of your new last name:

a = dippin
b = feather
c = batty
d = burger
e = chicken
f = barffy
g = lizard
h = waffle
i = farkle
j = monkey
k = flippin
l = fricken
m = bubble
n = rhino
o = potty
p = hamster
q = buckle
r = gizzard
s = lickin
t = snickle
u = chuckle
v = pickle
w = hubble
x = dingle
y = gorilla
z = girdl e

3. Use the third letter of your last name to determine the second half of your new last name:

a = butt
b = boob
c = face
d = nose
e = hump
f = breath
g= pants
h = shorts
i = lips
j = honker
k = head
l = tush
m = chunks
n = dunkin
o = brains
p = biscuits
q = toe s
r = doodle
s = fanny
t = sniffer
u = sprinkles
v = frack
w = squirt
x = humperdinck
y = hiney
z = juice

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

A long list of randoms

A friend tagged me on facebook.

I'm to answer a list of 100 random questions. That's too many for me to even think about, so I'll break them down.

Here are five, for today.

Don't hesitate to answer them for yourself! I'd love to hear your responses.

  1. Last beverage: Diet Coke
  2. Last phone call: My sister - no surprise there
  3. Last text message: Sent - to my sister (about Mom's cooking; to protect the innocent, I'll leave out the details); Received - A DM from twitter (only those who tweet will know what that means)
  4. Last song you listened to: "You Raise Me Up" on 104.9, The River
  5. Last time you cried: Crap, I can't remember. I almost cried yesterday when our basement pipe busted, but instead I just yelled at my husband. He's a good man. He takes a lot of hormonal pregnancy beatings.

Just another reason why I love Michelle Obama

Can you put your politics aside to appreciate First Lady Michelle Obama's example of green living

I heart all things green. I heart gardens. I heart Michelle Obama.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Excuse my french, but what the hell is wrong with Nadya Suleman?

The latest from the octo-mom is that she has fired the FREE, around-the-clock, in-home nursing service, Angels in Waiting. 

She's accused them of spying on her to report to child welfare authorities. 

By firing them she might as well turn herself into the authorities herself. There is NO way she can properly care for those 14 beautiful children. Angels in Waiting is doing her a huge favor, and more importantly, they are rescuing those precious babies from a life of chaos and possible neglect.

Before I get out of hand, I need to stop running my mouth and pray for those precious children. 

Don't step on a duck!

Three women die together in an accident and go to heaven. When they get there, St. Peter says, 'We only have one rule here in heaven:Don't step on the ducks!'

So they enter heaven, and sure enough, there are ducks all over the place. It is almost impossible not to step on a duck, and although they try their best to avoid them, the first woman accidentally steps on one.

Along comes St. Peter with the ugliest man she ever saw. St. Peter chains them together and says, 'Your punishment for stepping on a duck is to spend eternity chained to this ugly man!'

The next day, the second woman steps accidentally on a duck, and along comes St. Peter, who doesn't miss a thing. With him is another extremely ugly man. He chains them together with the same admonishment as for the first woman.

The third woman has observed all this and not wanting to be chained for all eternity to an ugly man, is very, VERY careful where she steps. She manages to go months without stepping on any ducks.

But one day St.Peter comes up to her with the most handsome man she has ever laid eyes on - Very tall, long eyelashes, muscular. St. Peter chains them together without saying a word.

The happy woman says, 'I wonder what I did to deserve being chained to you for all of eternity?'

The guy says, 'I don't know about you, but I stepped on a duck.

Monday, March 23, 2009

I'm not posting today.

Because I don't feel like it.

Don't worry; you'll get over it.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Double TKO

R-word Campaign - What are your thoughts?

This is part of a new campaign being launched by The Special Olympics. I'd love to know your first reactions and thoughts on this campaign.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Don't Waste Your Life.

When you think of hip-hop and rap, what images come to mind? Be honest.

If you know me at all, you know that I LOVE hip-hop and rap. I'm a white girl, mother, and suburbanite, but I can't get enough 2Pac, Wyclef, and Tribe (and the list goes on and on and on).

Yet I realize that rap is often associated with violence, sexual exploitation, and misogyny.

But when I lived in Louisiana, I was introduced to a group of outstanding young hip-hop artists who deliver a very different message. They deliver God's message. Through their beats and rhythms and witty lyrics, they reach out to young men and women who need to hear a different story than what they are used to hearing in their hoods and broken homes.

Lecrae and a few other select artists are using their unbelievable talent to spread the message of truth in their Don't Waste Your Life tour.

Here is one of their commercials. I'm praying that we can make it work for them to make an appearance in Central Ohio. Our youth could really benefit from it.

Does this offend you?

Do you find this commercial offensive? Some do. As you might imagine, I don't.

Sure, it's bold, but ain't it spot on?!

And how else might they market their product? Because let's face it, women do use razors for this sort of thing.

And when it comes time for my unborn child's arrival, I just might be investing in a Schick Quattro TrimStyle.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Yes, President Obama, I was offended.

Most of you know that I voted to elect Barack Obama for President. 

Most of you know that I am a strong Obama supporter though I have not supported every decision that he has ever made (nor do I believe that I'll support every decision that he'll make in the future).

One such decision occurred last night on Jay Leno. I do not support the President's decision to flippantly joke about his bowling skills in the manner that he did.

Let's pray that President Obama learned a lesson last night.

The Son

(An email forward - sweet and symbolic, don't ya think?)

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'
But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'
Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!'
But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the long tim e gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting.' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
'We have $10, who will bid $20?'
'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'
A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'
'What about the paintings?'
'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned.. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!'

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Harold the Computer Guy

(I received this as an email forward)

I was having trouble with my computer. So I called Harold, the computer guy, to come over. Harold clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. He gave me a bill for a minimum service call.

As he was walking away, I called after him, "So, what was wrong?"

He replied, "It was an 'ID ten T' error."

I didn't want to appear stupid, but I nonetheless inquired, "An ID ten T Error? What's that, in case I need to fix it again?"

Harold grinned. "Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?"

"No," I replied.

"Write it down," he said, "and I think you'll figure it out."

So I wrote it down.

I D 1 0 T

I used to like Harold...

Rick Warren, Part Two

Here is an excerpt from an interview with Rick Warren (by Paul Bradshaw). 
To read Part One, click here.

You can focus on your purposes, or you can focus on your problems.

If you focus on your problems, you're going into self-centeredness, 'which is my problem, my issues, my pain.' But one of the easiest ways to get rid of pain is to get your focus off yourself and onto God and others.

We discovered quickly that in spite of the prayers of hundreds of thousands of people, God was not going to heal Kay or make it easy for her.

It has been very difficult for her, and yet God has strengthened her character, given her a ministry of helping other people, given her a testimony, drawn her closer to Him and to people.

You have to learn to deal with both the good and the bad of life.

Actually, sometimes learning to deal with the good is harder. For instance, this past year, all of a sudden, when the book sold 15 million copies, it made me instantly very wealthy.

It also brought a lot of notoriety that I had never had to deal with before. I don't think God gives you money or notoriety for your own ego or for you to live a life of ease.

So I began to ask God what He wanted me to do with this money, notoriety and influence. He gave me two different passages that helped me decide what to do, II Corinthians 9 and Psalm 72.

First, in spite of all the money coming in, we would not change our lifestyle one bit. We made no major purchases.

Second, about midway through last year, I stopped taking a salary from the church.

Third, we set up foundations to fund an initiative we call The Peace Plan to plant churches, equip leaders, assist the poor, care for the sick, and educate the next generation.

Fourth, I added up all that the church had paid me in the 24 years since I started the church, and I gave it all back. It was liberating to be able to serve God for free.

We need to ask ourselves: Am I going to live for possessions? Popularity?

Am I going to be driven by pressures? Guilt? Bitterness? Materialism? Or am I going to be driven by God's purposes (for my life)?

When I get up in the morning, I sit on the side of my bed and say, God, if I don't get anything else done today, I want to know You more and love You better. God didn't put me on earth just to fulfill a to-do list. He's more interested in what I am than what I do.

That's why we're called human beings, not human doings.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Baby Elijah David Seed is here!

Many congrats to my friend's Jess and Dave. Their Baby Seedling is here!

I can't wait to meet the little one.

Rick Warren, Part One

Dontcha just love Rick Warren?

In case you don't know who he is, he is best known for his book, The Purpose Driven Life. He is a Pastor, and more recently, he delivered the invocation at the 2009 Presidential Inauguration. 

Here is an excerpt from an interview with Rick Warren (by Paul Bradshaw). His words and insights are simple, direct, and powerful:

People ask me, What is the purpose of life? And I respond:
In a nutshell, life is preparation for eternity. We were not made to last forever, and God wants us to be with Him in Heaven.

One day my heart is going to stop, and that will be the end of my body-- but not the end of me.

I may live 60 to 100 years on earth, but I am going to spend trillions of years in eternity. This is the warm-up act - the dress rehearsal. God wants us to practice on earth what we will do forever in eternity.

We were made by God and for God, and until you figure that out, life isn't going to make sense.

Life is a series of problems: Either you are in one now, you're just coming out of one, or you're getting ready to go into another one.

The reason for this is that God is more interested in your character than your comfort.

God is more interested in making your life holy than He is in making your life happy.

We can be reasonably happy here on earth, but that's not the goal of life. The goal is to grow in character, in Christ likeness.

This past year has been the greatest year of my life but also the toughest, with my wife, Kay, getting cancer.

I used to think that life was hills and valleys - you go through a dark time, then you go to the mountaintop, back and forth. I don't believe that anymore.

Rather than life being hills and valleys, I believe that it's kind of like two rails on a railroad track, and at all times you have something good and something bad in your life.

No matter how good things are in your life, there is always something bad that needs to be worked on.

And no matter how bad things are in your life, there is always something good you can thank God for.

Stay tuned for more from this interview.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

A vlog and a giveaway, oh my!

Don't miss this fab vlog, starring yours truly, and a GIVEAWAY!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Monday, March 16, 2009

Another survey thingy from facebook.

Answer the questions about your firstborn:



Extremely happy, though the timing was interesting (we were engaged - I was 3 months pregnant on our wedding day. I still wore white-ish).

No, and I find this to be a very inappropriate question.


I was "late" and thought it was because of the stress of planning a wedding. I finally took a test - it was positive, and I convinced myself that it was a bum test. My sister convinced me that there is no such thing. I didn't believe it until the doctor confirmed it.

My baby's daddy.

We found out with a 4D ultrasound at 15 weeks.

March 26, 2008

Don't hate me, but I didn't have a sick day with either pregnancy.

Sour candy

My son was a week late. I have never been so mad at the world waiting for that baby to arrive. Looking back, I was a complete mess. But my son was worth every second that I waited for him. 

Y chromosome 


Another inappropriate question.

Yes; we are very blessed.

Um, I knew. And FYI - don't ever throw a surprise baby shower. Don't catch a pregnant person off-guard like that. Not cool.

No. My son was a week late; I was induced; he never dropped; I had a c-section.

At a hospital.

17 - give or take

My husband.

A lot of people, one of whom was my husband. 



7lbs., 4oz.

April 1, 2008

11 months

Let me know if you play along - I'd love to hear about your firstborn! 

This is weird.

Click on this link, follow the instructions, and you will surely have a headache, seizure, or very strange experience.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Somebody loves me!

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Jen!

She has been kind enough to send me a delightful blog award.

Jen and I have really hit it off on twitter, and our blog-friendship is simply the icing on the cake. 

Okay, so here are the rules of The LOVE YA award:
“These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award"

I'm so bad about passing these things along, so I just want to say, one more time, thanks Jen! You are my favorite bookworm!

THIS was the cake!

Thanks to my ever-so-talented mother-in-law!

Saturday, March 14, 2009

And neither was this.

Much to my husband's dismay . . .

. . . this was not our wedding cake.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Too cute not to share

This makes my green heart smell.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

You ever have one of these days?


I'd love to hear your answers!

  1. When was your wedding day? September 2, 2007
  2. What day of the week was it? Sunday (Labor Day weekend)
  3. Did you get married in a church? Yes, the Methodist church. I am not Methodist.
  4. How many in your wedding party? Um, my sister, hub's bf, two flower girls, & sign bearer
  5. Where was your reception? Hub's family's property - outdoor reception (they live on 400 acres in Southern Ohio)
  6. How many guests were invited to your wedding? 200ish
  7. How long did you wait to Tie The Knot after your proposal? 5 months
  8. Who did you hire as your photographer & videographer? A high school friend. She flew out from Utah, bless her heart. And videographer? Not my thing.
  9. Did you have a DJ or a band? DJ, my only disappointment of the evening
  10. Did your father walk you down the aisle? Proudly.
  11. What color were the bridesmaid dresses & groomsmen vests? My sister wanted to wear navy, I said "cool." Hub's bf wore a navy jacket and khaki pants. Vests? Ha!
  12. Who was your Maid Of Honor/Best Man? Um, yeah, my sister and hub's bf
  13. Did you have a Bridal Shower? Two. More than enough. We are blessed.
  14. What type of limo did you get? Limo? Not a chance. We drove away in my parents' convertible.
  15. Where did you go for your Bachelorette/Bachelor Party? We volunteered at a local shelter, and then we went out for lunch. I don't do nasty bars and penis necklaces.
  16. What type of wedding gown/tux did you two wear? Off the rack, sleeveless and fell just below the knee. As for him, sports jacket, tie, and khakis. Are you sensing a theme? CASUAL!
  17. How was the weather? Tad warm in the church (no air conditioning; the church is ancient), but gorgeous at the reception.
  18. Where did you go on your Honeymoon? Um, yeah, we still have to do that.
  19. What was your favorite part of your wedding? The setting.
  20. How long have you been married? It will be two years in September.
  21. What would you change about the day? I suppose the DJ - we didn't mesh well.
  22. What advice have you gotten and would you give to newlyweds? Try to see your spouse as God sees him or her.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Humiliation as Punishment?

Central Ohioans, did you hear this story:

Players punished, but some say it went too far.
It happened during a basketball practice at Washington Courthouse High School in Fayette County.
The school district says two students were told to hold hands and run around the basketball court as punishment for fighting at practice.
While that's happening, other students appear to be poking fun at the boys.
The school's Superintendent Keith Brown says the boys chose to run laps as punishment and the only thing inappropriate is the foul language.
Meantime, no disciplinary action will be taken until the school's athletic director reviews the video.

I could not find the embed code, so to see the video, click here.

Here's my reaction:

  1. Did the boys choose to hold hands or where they told to hold hands? If they were told to hold hands, I believe that is inappropriate.
  2. Why did no one stop the other boys from yelling inappropriate comments and foul language at the boys? It is the adults responsibility to express their intolerance for such behavior.
  3. Yes, the boys should have been punished for fighting. If that means running laps, fine. But running laps while holding hands and receiving ugly comments - not fine.
What are your thoughts?

If it doesn't work out with my husband,

then maybe Anoop will be available.

I missed this last week. God Bless, Anoop. Too bad he didn't do a better job last night.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

I heart puppies.

I was born in 1980 for good reason.

Because I could NEVER had been a wife of the 50s.

Actually, I could have been, I just would have killed someone, I think.

(This is difficult to read, but it will blow up if you click on it. Not bombs-and-missiles blow up; expand-and-enlarge blow up)

Monday, March 9, 2009


My lovely blog friend, Leah of A Silly Little Sparrow, tagged me! I guess that means I'm It!

Basically I am to post six weird things about myself, and then tag a few others. I'd love for you ALL to share with me what is weird about you. I want to know about your abnormalities and idiosyncrasies. It will give me the false belief that I am somewhat normal.

Just leave me a comment if you decide to play along.

I'm weird because . . .
  1. I LOVE tweezing my husband's whiskers. 
  2. I vlog, and according to my mother, that makes me her weirdest kid. 
  3. I pick my son's nose. Actually, that's not weird. It's a necessity.
  4. I have been known to dig through my parents trash and remove their recyclables and compostables. I then take both to my house so that they are properly recycled and composted.
  5. In my basement is a guest room. In the guest room is a wall hanging. On the wall is a stuffed duck. The duck used to be alive until my husband killed it. The duck is stuffed in such a way that it appears to be flying. I allow this sort of thing to be displayed in my home.
  6. The stuffed duck is hung next to a display of real turkey feathers. 

As Easter approaches . . .

Sunday, March 8, 2009

If you are a Buckeye . . .

Are you following this blog?

The Mind of Maurice Clarett

I'd love to know your thoughts if you are.

My sista

My sister sent me this fill-in-the-blank thing. The object is that I answer the questions and send back to her. Many of the questions are just stupid, but I like my sister, so I did it anyway.

  1. Where did we meet? I was three. You were a newborn. I suppose we met at the hospital where you were born. I don't remember. All I can remember is when you were two and you bit me.
  2. Take a stab at my middle name? This question is dumb. Your middle name is Lynn. If I ever have a girl, that will be her middle name.
  3. Do I speak a second language? Yeah right.
  4. Am I a cat lover or dog lover? Another stupid question. You are obsessed with dogs. You are allergic to cats.
  5. Do I smoke? You used to do this when you drank (alcohol). I think you were just trying to be cool.
  6. Color of my eyes? Blue. Which is strange because no one else in our immediate family has blue eyes. Maybe you have a different father.
  7. Do I have any siblings? I am your sister. Your one and only.
  8. What's one of my favorite things to do? Sleep.
  9. What's my favorite type of music? Pop 40 crap.
  10. Am I taller than you? We are the same exact height. We have the same exact body type, except that I'm fatter than you.
  11. Am I shy or outgoing? You are way outgoing.
  12. Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules? You are more of a rebel than I am.
  13. What is my birth month? June.
  14. Do I want to see a woman or man as next president? Um, you voted for a man.
  15. I am a member of which political party? None.
  16. Am I Liberal? Moderate? or Conservative? Moderate. Who cares? Why is this even a question?
  17. Have you ever heard me sing? You only sing well when you are singing church songs.
  18. How many children do I have? Biologically? None. In Cambodia, you have 16 children. In the U.S., you have Henry. Technically he is my son, but you treat him as if he were your own. Except that you spoil him more than I do.
  19. Have we taken photographs together? When you were in 3rd grade, you had really long and luscious hair. I made you dress up, curl your hair, and wear lip gloss while posing on the front porch. I took pictures of you pretending like you were a model. You never became a model. Photo session FAIL.
  20. When is the last time you saw me? Yesterday.
  21. When will I see you again? Today.
  22. Have we ever had a falling out? This is the dumbest question so far.
  23. If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what is one thing that I would bring? Hans (assuming I brought Henry).
  24. Am I right handed or left handed? Right.
  25. What type of work do I do? Hair therapy.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

You got my back?

Happy Birthday to me.

I'm the big 2-9 today. Holla!

Friday, March 6, 2009

Your daily dose of LAUGHTER!

I'm sorry, but what's funnier than a sleep walking dog? That's right. Nothing!

If Nadya Suleman was a possum:

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Please pray for Baby Abigail.

Tonight, at 7pm (EST), a dear friend is being induced to deliver her baby who has gone to be with Jesus.

Please take a moment to pray for them today. Her baby angel's name is Abigail.

Abigail, I love you, and I can't wait to meet you one day in Heaven.

Your daily dose of SMILE!

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Now that's some sexy chest hair.

Jason (The Bachelor) on Jimmy Kimmel

Jimmy doesn't hold back. 

Jason is a prick.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

My baby's first vlog cameo!

I'm sure there will be more, but little man makes his first cameo in one of my Practically Green vlogs.

He makes a mother proud.

And back to the poop.

This concludes this series of obnoxious poop posts. 

If you missed the last one, click here.


The King Poop = This kind is the kind of poop that killed Elvis. It doesn't come until you're all sweaty, trembling and purple from straining so hard. 

Bali Belly Poop = You poop so much you lose 5 lbs.

Cement Block = You wish you'd gotten a spinal block before you poop.

Cork Poop (Also Known as Floater Poop) = Even after the third flush, it's still floating in there. How do I get rid of it? This poop usually happens at someone else's house.

The Bungee Poop = The kind of poop that just hangs off your rear before it falls into the water.

The Crippler = The kind of poop where you have to sit on the toilet so long your legs go numb from the waist down.

The Chitty Chitty Bang Bang = The kind of poop that hits you when you're trapped in your car in a traffic jam.

The Party Pooper = The giant poop you take at a party. And when you flush the toilet, you watch in horror as the water starts to rise.


Monday, March 2, 2009

This lady is my new best friend.

Judge's wife serves up justice

It's important to mention that the skillet she used was Emeril Lagasse brand. Apparently, Chef Emeril heard about this story and is sending her a brand new set of cookware! Bam!


Season Finale is Thursday!

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Seriously, what's wrong with people?

A break from the poop.

Could these O-H-I-O'ers be any cuter?

Yes, these darling boys are four of the orphans in the Asias' Hope orphanage! God Bless them (and God Bless the Buckeyes!).