Life is Funny - Burnt offerings

Yes kids, it's that time again! Get your funny stories ready and jump on the Life is Funny carnival train!

Earlier today, I was trying to come up with a topic for this post. The day was quickly passing, and I had yet to come up with an idea. Maybe wishing for a blog topic is a bad idea, especially if you're trying to write about how your life is funny. Yes, a topic did present itself...

I'm a pretty good cook. For the most part, my meals are quite yummy. But where I suffer is at the grill. No one ever really taught me the art of grilling. My husband is even less knowledgeable than me. But since we like our grilled food, I have been doing my best to grill like the best of 'em. I have to say, most of my grilling has been pretty successful.

Most.

Today I decided that I was going to make ribs for the first time. Mmm... Ribs... With the past successes under my belt, I felt pretty confident in my ability to grill up those ribs. After searching for recipes online, I saw that cooking was a two-part process and I'd have to boil the ribs first. Okay, no problem. I can boil. After an hour of boiling, the directions said to coat with sauce and refridgerate for 2 hours. Hey, I can refridgerate, too. Then came the grill. I got that baby all heated up and put my ribs down. Things were going well. I went back for the first flip and was happy to see that the ribs were coming along just fine. So back inside I went to wait for the next flip.

But then there was an awful lot of smoke outside. Hmmm... Okay, barbeques can smoke, right? I figured I'd better go check. So I opened the lid...

Oh yeah, it was a backdraft. Thankfully my eyebrows are still intact. I turned off the gas burners, yet flames still continued to fly off the grill. What was left of the meat just didn't want to stop burning. As a matter of fact, even the bones were on fire. I had to resort to using baking soda to get the fire out. Yes, I had creamated our dinner. Creamated. Trying to pick up what used to be ribs from the grill resulted in grabbing nothing more than ash. My husband likes a bit of char on his meat, but this was ridiculous. So guess who went out to dinner tonight? Yeah, I think ribs will be going on the "don't make these ever again" list.

Ready to play? Here's what you do.

1. Anytime this week, blog about what in life you find funny. It could be something that happened during the week, your general impression about why life is funny, or even just your favorite joke. Be creative!

2. Please put a link to my blog in your post. And I'd appreciate it if you'd add my carnival button (made for me by Andie - thanks so much Andie!) to your post. To make this easy, I've put the code to do so under my blog button on my sidebar to the right.

3. After you've posted, come back here and sign up on Mr. Linky below. For the first box, put your name and your blog (example: Wendy @ Weight...What?), then your URL in the second box. Make sure you link directly to your "Life is Funny" post (not to your main page) so we can all read what you have to say.

4. Visit all the other participants and see what they have to say, even if you don't have a blog of your own. And very important: Comment, comment, comment! Oh, how we love getting comments...

5. If you Twitter, please tweet about this - the more participants, the merrier! So go out and spread the laughter! I can't wait to see what everyone has to say!

The funniest joke in the world

If it's Saturday, it must be time for silliness! Today's submission is brought to you by those silly Brits, Monty Python. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge. Saynomore, saynomore.

C'mon back tomorrow for more Life is Funny. And remember, it's show and tell, so bring your funny along with you!

Parenting 101 - I want to be like mommy!

Yes, the parenting tips just keep coming here at Weight...What? It's a good thing I'm here to share my vast wealth of parenting knowledge for those who have no clue. Now on to our next installment...

Lead by example

Make sure you fashion your life in such a way that your children will want to emulate you. A wise career choice on your part not only leads them down the right path, but it also ensures that they will always have small bills on hand.

There's still time to join in on the Life is Funny blog carnival! You know you want to. Besides, it would set a good example for your children.

And now, a post from my dog.

As some of you may recall from an earlier post, my dog has her own Twitter account. But that doesn't seem to be enough for her now. Now she thinks that she should take over my blog for a day. Since I can't think of anything worth putting on the page, I'll oblige. So here you go, Gidget's addition to my blog:

Yeah, she cracks up every time she sees that one. She also wants to say that you should join in the Life is Funny blog carnival. Do you really want to argue with my dog?

Parenting 101 - preparing for baby

Don't worry, it's not the Spanish Inquisition. It's just another Parenting 101. That's not to say that the Spanish Inquisition isn't coming... And in case you missed it, check out my last Parenting 101 post. Someone's gotta be a role model around here.

Caring for your child begins in the womb.

Yes, you should be worried about jackhammer noise hurting your unborn child. You should try to get away from that noise by going down to the corner store and buying more cigarettes. Gotta keep up with that 2 pack a day habit, you know.

Now how about checking out the Life is Funny blog carnival? There are some pretty funny entries so far. If Mr. Linky is still broken, I've put the links to the other funnies in the comment section. And while you're there, why not link your own funny story?

Remembering what the day is for

Life is Funny - Especially when you can laugh at your child.

Don't worry folks, the wait is over. It's time for another round of Life is Funny! Sign up below and add your funny. I know you've got some funny...

If you read my post the other day, you know that we went to Great Wolf Lodge. You may also remember the giant bucket 'o' water that periodically gets dumped on unsuspecting people below it. If you missed that post, check it out here. Make sure to watch the short video clip, too. I'll still be here when you get back.

Ready?

First let me start by saying that my daughter is a big ol' chicken. She doesn't like to try new things and even gets scared of things she's already done before. I had to force her to go down one of the smaller waterslides while on our trip. I'm sure she'll be in therapy for years over that one. I'm such a mean mommy.

If you watched the video, you saw that under the giant bucket of death was a play area with a big contraption you could climb around in. It was so cool! It had water cannons that you could shoot at people below you, small buckets that you could fill and tip, and all kinds of other fun features. It also had a little bridge. It would take about 4 kid-sized steps to get across it. Well, guess who was afraid to cross it? Yup, my daughter. She refused to cross it without me helping her. I refused to go help her. So there she stood, unmoving. I called to her to come across, but she just wouldn't budge.

Well, at least for a while she wouldn't.

You see, while she stood there refusing to move, the giant bucket of water was filling up above her. And while I was safely under a covered roof, she was not. You guessed it. She got pummeled by 1000 gallons of falling water. Being the kind, considerate mom that I am, I stood there and laughed at her. She wasn't too happy with me about that one. But you know what? She came over the bridge on her own after that one. Sometimes it pays to listen to your mother so you don't become blog fodder. Muahahaha!

Ready to play? Here's what you do.

Okay, it doesn't look like Mr. Linky is coming back up anytime soon. If you want to join in, go ahead and put your link in the comment section. If/when Mr. Linky comes back, I'll transfer your info to it. Now get to it!

1. Anytime this week, blog about what in life you find funny. It could be something that happened during the week, your general impression about why life is funny, or even just your favorite joke. Be creative!

2. Please put a link to my blog in your post. And I'd appreciate it if you'd add my carnival button (made for me by Andie - thanks so much Andie!) to your post. To make this easy, I've put the code to do so under my blog button on my sidebar to the right.

3. After you've posted, come back here and sign up on Mr. Linky below. For the first box, put your name and your blog (example: Wendy @ Weight...What?), then your URL in the second box. Make sure you link directly to your "Life is Funny" post (not to your main page) so we can all read what you have to say.

4. Visit all the other participants and see what they have to say, even if you don't have a blog of your own. And very important: Comment, comment, comment! Oh, how we love getting comments...

5. If you Twitter, please tweet about this - the more participants, the merrier! So go out and spread the laughter! I can't wait to see what everyone has to say!

Happy Birthday Baby!

Today is my little one's 7th birthday! Yup, she's a big girl. I just couldn't resist posting this picture from her 1st birthday party. Gotta love babies with cake!

And as if that wasn't silly enough, there's more Saturday Silliness to be had! Because my daughter loves Veggie Tales, I present you with this...

Happy Birthday, Pumpkin Pie! I love you great big bunches!

C'mon back tomorrow for the Life is Funny blog carnival. I don't think my daughter will like tomorrow's post quite as much... Muahahaha!

The howling you heard may have been from me

As I mentioned in yesterday's post, I was away for a few days. And since I know that you are overcome with curiousity, I'll tell you where I went. Great Wolf Lodge. If you haven't heard of it before, it's a big hotel that has an indoor waterpark just for hotel guests. Cool, huh? There are actually quite a few of them around the country, but we went to the one here in Washington. Let me tell you, this place is a kids' paradise. Magic wands, talking animals, arcades, sweet shop... Oh yeah, and the indoor waterpark.

Waterparks mean bathing suits.

Yes, the poor unsuspecting public had to see me in a bathing suit. Fortunately/unfortunately, when they looked at me they were blinded by the brilliant flash of white that is my skin. Hey, they should have taken the potential danger into consideration when they made their vacation plans.

Anyway, in the middle of the park, way up high, is a 1000 gallon bucket that fills with water. When full, the bucket tips and spills all those gallons of water onto anyone who happens to be below it.

If you're standing under the bucket at the wrong time, your blissful ignorance turns to shock and awe very quickly. Ask me how I know this. Yup. I got clobbered. I have to say, that video hardly does it justice. It's much worse when you're standing under it. And people are pointing and laughing. Yeah. Good times.

So, have you checked out my blog carnival, Life is Funny, yet? How about joining in? You know you've got a story to tell. We all want to hear it!

Parenting 101

Hi all! I'm back! For those of you who don't follow me on Twitter (although I have no idea why you wouldn't), I was out of town for a couple of days. I'll post more on that later. For now, I'm completely exhausted from my mini-vacation. My brain feels like it's melting I'm so tired. But since I haven't posted in a few days, I felt the need to put something out there...

May I present the first in a random series that may appear whenever the mood strikes me: Parenting 101.

Bedtime

Stay tuned for more in my parenting series. It could come at any time. Kind of like the Spanish Inquisition.

And hey, jump on in over at my blog carnival, Life is Funny. All the cool kids are doing it.

Life is Funny - Is it supposed to look like that?

Okay, stop your complaining! It's time for Life is Funny! Get your funnies ready - you can submit them below.

First, a note to my mom. Mom, don't read this. You won't like it. If it will make you feel better, you can call all of your friends who read my blog and tell them not to read it either. I know how you hate when I give out your secrets...

Now that that's out of the way...

Let me start by saying that I have stick-straight hair. Not a curl or wave to be seen. And don't we always want what we can't have? Or should I say, doesn't your mother want you to have what you can't have?

When I was in 6th grade, my mom decided that I needed a perm. And for some strange reason, she decided that she was the one who needed to give it to me. Never mind that she couldn't even be trusted to trim my bangs without me ending up with a Mommy Dearest haircut. I needed a perm. So she permed my hair.

It didn't take.

Was this going to defeat her? Oh, no. She decided that I needed a second perm. Surely this one would take.

It didn't take.

Third time's the charm?

Nope. It didn't take, either.

Yes, I had 3 perms in 2 days. My hair was fried. Literally. My hair had burnt and broken off. It was at this point that my mom decided she needed the help of a professional. A professional who had no choice but to cut my hair off. My once long hair was now boy-short hair. And to make things extra special, once it was cut short, I ended up with kinky curls tightly wound to my head. Yeah, that was a good look. To try to "soften" the look, the stylist blow dried the front of my hair (or what was left of it) straight and left the back curly. I had a different hairstyle coming and going. It was horrendous.

You can just imagine little 12 year old me and my joy when I went back to school. Because yeah, other 12 year olds are so kind. Mom never permed my hair again after that. But I still get this weird twitch whenever I smell perm solution.

Ready to play? Here's what you do.

1. Anytime this week, blog about what in life you find funny. It could be something that happened during the week, your general impression about why life is funny, or even just your favorite joke. Be creative!

2. Please put a link to my blog in your post. And I'd appreciate it if you'd add my carnival button (made for me by Andie - thanks so much Andie!) to your post. To make this easy, I've put the code to do so under my blog button on my sidebar to the right.

3. After you've posted, come back here and sign up on Mr. Linky below. For the first box, put your name and your blog (example: Wendy @ Weight...What?), then your URL in the second box. Make sure you link directly to your "Life is Funny" post (not to your main page) so we can all read what you have to say.

4. Visit all the other participants and see what they have to say, even if you don't have a blog of your own. And very important: Comment, comment, comment! Oh, how we love getting comments...

5. If you Twitter, please tweet about this - the more participants, the merrier! So go out and spread the laughter! I can't wait to see what everyone has to say!

GODZILLA!!! Oh, and some cute and fuzzy bunnies.

Yes folks, it's time for more Saturday Silliness. Today I bring you another classic. Well, it's a classic in my book anyway... GODZILLA!!!

Yes, it's an 80's spectacular! One Crazy Summer. Have you seen it? You've gotta see it! And since I'm feeling extra generous, it's a two-fer video day! For your viewing pleasure, here's the start of the movie. Oh yeah, you're gonna want to see the rest after this...

C'mon back tomorrow for another round of the Life is Funny blog carnival. Don't you have some funny to share?

And now for something completely different.

Disclaimer: I don't write serious, I write funny. For some great serious, see Billy Coffey, Darcie and on occassion, Katdish. That being said, I'm feeling a tugging to write something a bit more serious. And isn't it convenient that I can't come up with any other blog topics today? Alright already! I get the hint! So without further ado...

Way back in the day, I went to Westmont College. Every Easter break, almost half of the student body would go down to Ensenada, Mexico, for what is called Potter's Clay. I was fortunate enough to get to participate in this yearly adventure on the Mime Team. Now don't go picking up your pitchforks and torches, mime-haters. It wasn't exactly like that. We'd dress up in silly clothes and paint up our faces, then go from village to village acting out skits to music for the children of the area. Let me tell you, it was awesome! We were able to tell some pretty amazing stories without having to speak, which was great since none of us spoke Spanish. After the skits, we got to play with and love on the kids. I've learned that you don't have to know the language for kids to understand you. These kids who lived in shacks built out of cardboard and tin were so happy. Loving. Giving. I can still close my eyes and see the joy on those little faces. It was amazing. We'd always feel like we were the ones being blessed by being there.

But nighttime was different.

At night, we'd go to the churches and perform a skit. With words. Spanish words. We did use scripts, but it still wasn't easy. That year, we were performing The Ragman.

At the end of the skit, we'd exit the church singing that Alleluia song that just keeps saying Alleluia over and over. I tried to find it so you could hear it, but wasn't successful. Anyway, we'd encourage the congregation to sing along as we went out. Let me tell you, we heard an awful lot of "joyful noise" that trip. What the churches lacked in musical ability, they made up for in volume. And so it went.

Until one night when we heard the angels sing.

We were walking out singing, when the congregation joined in. Oh, it was glorious! Normally we'd have to take off right away so we could get to the next village on time, but none of us moved. We stood outside that church and listened to these amazing voices singing to God in a way that none of us had ever heard before. I've heard some fantastic choirs in my day, but none come close to what I heard that night. I truly am convinced that it was angels singing. Those voices rocked me to my core and lifted me up in a way I can't even begin to describe, other than to call it miraculous. I used to think that it must be a bit boring for the angels in Heaven who do nothing but sing praises to God. After hearing what I heard, I wonder how they could keep from doing it. Yes, I heard the angels sing that night. It was a gift from God. And I am truly blessed.

Does it come with a set of Ginsu Knives?

My friend Sherri had a post on her blog about a special giveaway. Well let me tell you, I'm a sucker for a giveaway! So of course I had to jump in and try to win it. And you know what? I'm a winner!

But wait, there's a catch.

Now I have to do a giveaway on my blog. But not just any giveaway. It has to be a giveaway of something I've made. With my own two hands. And while I'm at it, I have to find 5 winners. So 5 lucky people will win something made by yours truly.

Don't be afraid.

I have no idea what I will be making yet. I might make 5 completely different items. But I promise not to make anything out of my belly button lint to send you. Anyway, your prize will be a mystery until you open it.

But wait, there's a catch.

You, too, will have to do a giveaway for 5 people. Something you've made yourself. Up for the challenge?

But Wendy, how do we win?

The first 5 people who email me at weightwhat(at)hotmail(d0t)com with their mailing address will be my winners. Does it get any easier than that? I think not! Want to make it even better? If you participate in this week's blog carnival, Life is Funny, and are a winner, you'll get an extra special prize. Oh yeah, you'll want that prize! So hop to it! I need some winners here!

I may be biased, but that doesn't mean I'm not right.

If it's Tuesday, that means I must have learned something... See what others have learned over at Musings of a Housewife.

I have the cutest daughter in the whole world. I may be biased, but that doesn't mean I'm not right. Anyway, she made me a little book for Mother's Day this year. What I've learned this week is that she has a totally different perspective on things than I do. Different and interesting.

Okay, I'll give her the cooking thing. But rice? I'm an expert when it comes to Minute Rice? That seems to be a step down from the grilled cheese sandwiches that she said were her favorite last year. And the gardening thing? Yeah, not so much. I have two black thumbs and kill everything I put into the ground. I go to Home Depot and bring back sacrifices. Although I must say, my weeds are doing very well.

I'm guessing that they were supposed to write something about what Mommy does for work. I'm a stay-at-home mom, so I guess she thinks that trying to keep the dog from barking is my most important job. Little does she know that the rest of my time is spent watching soaps and eating bonbons.

Isn't it cute that she thought I looked pretty on my birthday? I'm just wondering who she might have been looking at though, because I don't own a purple dress. Or purple shoes for that matter. It's interesting how she remembers the restaurant as the lemon cookie place. It's a really great Italian restaurant. But yeah, their lemon cookies are to die for.

This one? It's right on. And she did give me a card with a picture, but I'm still waiting on the arm rubbies...

I really do love how she looks at things. It makes me wish that I could put on some kid-view glasses and take another look around myself. You never know, if I did that I just might be wearing a purple dress and shoes.

While you're here, how about checking out my blog carnival, Life is Funny? Join in if you'd like. There's lots of funny to go around!

What's happening Rerun?

Okay, so I'm doing my first re-run. I've been sick. Don't judge me! But it's an older post that most of you probably haven't seen. And besides, the video clip is hysterical. I'll post something new tomorrow. Maybe. You're not the boss of me.

How did I end up with two children? I could have sworn that I only gave birth to one. But I must have two since I hear them arguing every day. Every. Day.

"Mommy! He's poking me!"

"She won't stop looking at me!"

"Do I have to separate you two?!"

My favorite part is when I try to get them to stop, and then the "he/she started it" starts. Do I care who started it? No! I can't say that I do! They're arguing about nothing!

I guess I should expect this from the 6 year old, but it's a bit much coming from the 37 year old.

I need to find the happy place.

Life is Funny - Children say...

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there! I hope that you've all been properly waited on hand and foot today. As for me, I've got some kind of stomach bug, so my family is giving me a wide berth today. Happy Mother's Day to me...

But anyway, it's time for another round of Life is Funny. So to honor the moms out there, I'm posting some things from an email I was sent a long time ago. Oh, the things kids come up with that keep us entertained!

A kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they drew. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's artwork. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. The girl replied, "I'm drawing God." The teacher paused and said, "But no one knows what God looks like." Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied,"They will in a minute."

My friend likes to read his two young sons fairy tales at night. Having a deep-rooted sense of humor, he often ad-libs parts of the stories for fun. One day his youngest son was sitting in his first grade class and the teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs. She came to the part of the story where the first pig was trying to acquire building materials for his home. She said, "And so the pig went up to the man with a wheelbarrow full of straw and said, "Pardon me sir, but might I have some of that straw with which to build my house?" Then the teacher asked the class, "And what do you think that man said?" My friend's son raised his hand and said, "I know! I know! He said "Holy smokes! A talking pig!" The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.

A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds. After explaining the commandment to "Honor thy father and thy mother," she asked, "Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?" Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered,"Thou shall not kill."

An honest seven-year-old admitted calmly to her parents that Billy Brown had kissed her after class."How did that happen?" gasped her mother."It wasn't easy," admitted the young lady, "but three girls helped me catch him."

A three-year-old went with his dad to see a litter of kittens. On returning home, he breathlessly informed his mother that there were two boy kittens and two girl kittens."How did you know?" his mother asked."Daddy picked them up and looked underneath," he replied. "I think it's printed on the bottom."

Ready to play? Here's what you do.

1. Anytime this week, blog about what in life you find funny. It could be something that happened during the week, your general impression about why life is funny, or even just your favorite joke. Be creative!

2. Please put a link to my blog in your post. And I'd appreciate it if you'd add my carnival button (made for me by Andie - thanks so much Andie!) to your post. To make this easy, I've put the code to do so under my blog button on my sidebar to the right.

3. After you've posted, come back here and sign up on Mr. Linky below. For the first box, put your name and your blog (example: Wendy @ Weight...What?), then your URL in the second box. Make sure you link directly to your "Life is Funny" post (not to your main page) so we can all read what you have to say.

4. Visit all the other participants and see what they have to say, even if you don't have a blog of your own. And very important: Comment, comment, comment! Oh, how we love getting comments...

5. If you Twitter, please tweet about this - the more participants, the merrier! So go out and spread the laughter! I can't wait to see what everyone has to say!

Hanging Ten and the 2nd Amendment

It's Saturday and that means silliness. But what could hanging ten and the 2nd amendment have in common? Well everything, of course!

Ah, Top Secret. One of my all-time favorite movies. If you haven't seen it, you really should. More than once. If you only see it once, you'll miss out on things. If you like Airplane!, you need to see this movie. Just trust me on this one.

Come back tomorrow for another round of Life is Funny! Yes, the legend continues...

KFC - What you may or may not have missed out on.

Oddly enough, this is not my first post about KFC. You can see my first here - and make sure you check out the video clip because it's a classic! But now I feel the need to post about the Colonel's chicken once again. Why? Because of the whole free chicken coupon fiasco going on right now.

Let me just get this out there right now for those who were turned away, coupon in hand, from KFC - you didn't miss out on anything. Unless you like greasy, flavorless chicken. How do they make grilled chicken so greasy? I just don't know. I'm guessing it must be a trade secret.

But my story doesn't end here. I feel that I must send out a warning to others. You see, my family got in to KFC before they pulled the plug on the free deal. We waited, and waited, and waited for the free chicken. The line was out the door almost the entire time we were there. I heard the employees keep calling back for more grilled chicken. Yes, offer free chicken and the people will come. When we finally got our chicken and began to eat (remember, I already told you that it was disgusting), I continued to watch the line. Always to the door. People just kept coming.

But then I looked up, and the line was almost gone. I hadn't heard them calling back for more grilled chicken in a while.

My husband and I were forced to come to our own conclusion about what had happened there that night. This is what we came up with: They made a second line. A line that went straight back to the kitchen. There was a reason that they stopped calling back for more and that the line had dissappeared. Soilent Green KFC is people! Yes, there was a reason that they were able to give the "chicken" away for free. I'm guessing that's also the reason they had to stop.

Okay, we're probably wrong about that. But the chicken was still disgusting.

I scream, you scream...

Last night my daughter and I went out to dinner with my folks. My daughter ordered a kid's meal and it came with a cookie. This wasn't just any cookie. It was a big ol' chocolate chip cookie.

Now as you might have read in earlier posts, my daughter is very serious about her food. Don't try to touch her food. Don't even look at her food. It's hers and you aren't getting any of it.

But that doesn't stop PopPop from trying.

Throughout the meal, my dad was trying to get the cookie from her. He likes to taunt her that way. So my daughter felt the need to guard her cookie during the meal and try to keep it out of PopPop's reach.

Until she found out that we were getting ice cream.

She decided that she wanted ice cream, too. But I told her that she already had a cookie and wouldn't be getting ice cream.

You could just see the wheels turning.

She turned to PopPop and started trying to talk him out of his ice cream. While still keeping her cookie, of course. My dad offered to give her half of his ice cream if she'd give him half of her cookie. She didn't like that idea, so she kept working on him.

Then came her last ditch effort.

"You can lick it before you say goodbye to it!"

As all the grownups at the table were laughing hysterically, I reached into my purse to pull out my notebook and a pen to write that one down...

"Mommy! Don't blog about it!"

Right, like I'm going to pass that one up.

She did end up getting half of PopPop's ice cream in exchange for half of her cookie. Little stinker.

Tell me again why coveting is wrong?

People are learning stuff all over the place this week. Don't believe me? Check out "What I Learned This Week" over at Musings of a Housewife.

Hello, my name is Wendy and I have craft room envy.

Hi Wendy.

This week I fell in love with yet another person's craft room. You can check it out here. It's one in a long line of craft rooms I've coveted. This week I've learned that, yes, I have a problem. The problem is that my craft room looks nothing like these other glorious creations I've been falling in love with!

Oh sure, I've got a room that in its heart of hearts wants to be a craft room when it grows up. It holds a good portion of the craft crap mess essentials that I could possibly use one day. If I ever get around to it. I've even got my grandma's old (massive) sewing desk in there. The sewing machine has never actually been in it since the desk has been in my possession... I really do need to learn to sew someday.

Okay, I have done a little sewing. But never on the machine that I own. That's somewhere out in the garage. Collecting dust. But with my friend's help, I was able to sew one outfit for my daughter.

If I could just get my friend to move near me and stand over me constantly, I'd be well on my way. In case that day comes, I've got tubs and tubs of fabrics that I've bought over the years. Yes, that's yet another addiction of mine. Don't even ask me about greeting cards.

But back to the craft room.

One day I'm hoping that it grows up to become something fabulous. A place where I'll actually go to do crafts. Okay, no, I have yet to do a craft in that room. I should probably call it the computer room since that seems to be it's only function right now. But no, I'll hold out hope and call it the craft room. Visualize craftiness. I think that should be my new motto. I could embroider it on a pillow. Or not.

Want to make a little extra effort? Then check out my blog carnival, Life is Funny. Because life really is funny. Especially when you tilt your head and look at it cross-eyed.

I am not Barry Manilow

I was (okay, I still am) on Twitter this evening. Yes, you can check out my tweets. Anyway, since I was lacking in the topic department this evening, I said that I was taking requests. I also said that, no, I wouldn't sing Copacabana. Well, wouldn't you know that that was all anyone wanted to hear from me? But darn it all, I don't have a video camera. I'm singing it here at home, but I'm guessing that no one other than my dog (who is whining) can hear me. So I'll have to give you the next best thing.

Happy now? Hmmm? Don't say that I never do anything for you.

So, how about you checking out my blog carnival now? You know you want to. Life is Funny. Just accept it.

Life is Funny - A little extra effort

It's time for the Life is Funny blog carnival! Now I know that you're going to want to join in, and you'll have your chance. You'll find the directions below. There's always room for you at this carnival!

The following story is not mine. But it sure seems like something I'd do.

I was due later that week for an appointment with the gynecologist when early one morning I received a call from his office. I had been re-scheduled for early that morning at 9:30 am. I had just packed everyone off to school and it was 8:45 a.m. already. The trip to his office usually took about 35 minutes so I didn't have any time to spare.

As most women do, I'm sure, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet the washcloth and gave myself a wash in "that area" in front of the sink, taking extra care to make sure I was presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.

I was in the waiting room only a few minutes when he called me in. Knowing the procedure, as most of us do, I hopped on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended I was in Hawaii or some other place a million miles away from here. I was a little surprised when he said, "My... we have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven't we?" But I didn't respond. The appointment was over. I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.

The rest of the day went normally - some shopping, cleaning, and the evening meal, etc. At 8:30 that evening, my 14-year old daughter was getting ready to go to a school dance when she called down from the bathroom, "Mom, where's my washcloth?" I called back for her to get another one from the cabinet. She called back "No! I need the one that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles in it!"

Ready to play? Here's what you do.

1. Anytime this week, blog about what in life you find funny. It could be something that happened during the week, your general impression about why life is funny, or even just your favorite joke. Be creative!

2. Please put a link to my blog in your post. And I'd appreciate it if you'd add my carnival button (made for me by Andie - thanks so much Andie!) to your post. To make this easy, I've put the code to do so under my blog button on my sidebar to the right.

3. After you've posted, come back here and sign up on Mr. Linky below. For the first box, put your name and your blog (example: Wendy @ Weight...What?), then your URL in the second box. Make sure you link directly to your "Life is Funny" post (not to your main page) so we can all read what you have to say.

4. Visit all the other participants and see what they have to say, even if you don't have a blog of your own. And very important: Comment, comment, comment! Oh, how we love getting comments...

5. If you Twitter, please tweet about this - the more participants, the merrier! So go out and spread the laughter! I can't wait to see what everyone has to say!

Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Hey kids, are you ready for some Saturday morning cartoons? Well, stay in those jammies, pour yourself a big bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs and sit inches away from the screen!

Stay tuned! Tomorrow we'll be back with the Life is Funny blog carnival and you know you don't want to miss it!

50 degrees shirt's off guy

The calendar says that it's well into spring. But here in the Pacific Northwest, the weather is not so sure about that. We may have a spring-like day here or there, but then it's back to the heavy coats. Yesterday we were supposed to have a high of 63 degrees. Now back when I lived in Southern California, a high of 63 would mean that the weatherman was telling you to bring a coat because it was going to be a chilly day. But here in Washington, that's shorts and flip-flops weather. If it hits 70, it's a heatwave! Yes, things are a little different around here.

There's an insurance company up here that has some pretty great radio commercials that hit the nail on the head. You might remember First Snowflake Freakout Lady that I posted about a while back. Well now I'd like to introduce you to 50 Degrees Shirt's Off Guy. First go to this website. At the bottom of the page in the middle, click on "view the ads". Once you get there, go to the column on the right and at the bottom click on 50 Degrees Shirt's Off Guy. Have yourself a listen. I'll wait.

Yes, around here you're bound to see a lot of blinding white flashes of naked torsos. And legs. And arms. So if you ever visit the Pacific Northwest this time of year, be sure to bring your sunglasses. No, you won't need them for the sun. But you might want to shield your eyes from the glare off our skin.

Want some glare-free laughs? Check out my Life is Funny blog carnival. There are some new entries there. And what they hey, feel free to add your own!