Showing posts with label Silly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Silly. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Never Too Young

Rich and I have this running joke about assisted living (actually, it's not a joke because we are freaking SERIOUS): the very second we are eligible, we are moving in! We can't wait!

And we cannot for the life of us figure out why people want to live alone in the middle of nowhere when they are 80-something and in precarious health. I love the idea of having lot of Yahtzee partners around, being able to choose to make dinner or go downstairs to the in-house Luby's, not having to take care of a yard, and having medical care within 100-yards at all times. I may feel differently when I'm 59, but right now, its sounds AWESOME.

So you can imagine how loud I laughed when I saw this excellent Anne Taintor magnet (above). She is fabulous; I love her stuff. Take a peek. I'll be making more "A.T." dedications in coming weeks--but this one goes out to my husband. Hunny, sorry I can't check you in to assisted living for your birthday this year (his bday is 6/18!)....but you're one year closer!

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Best part of the Idol finale? My favorite Mormon, Sister Gladys, y'all.

I got goosebumps during "Midnight Train to Georgia" ...I think it may be one of my favorite songs EVER.

My Husband Just Sent Me This Email:

Oh, yeah! What fun! If anybody goes, tell us about it and eat some meatballs with lingonberries for us. We'll be down soon for more of our favorite textiles and kid stuff!
PS: I'm gonna go ahead and go out on a limb and congratulate my SIL Kristen...her favorite American Idol (and neighbor) Jordin Sparks is going to win tonight. Jordin and Gina were my favorite girls, so yay that. I'll be back to apologize if I'm wrong!

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Lazy Farmers

Just a friendly reminder from your Montana friends (DISREGARD if you're lucky enough to live in Arizona where they are too cool for DST) to SPRING FORWARD tomorrow! Don't be late for church, y'all!

Quote of the Week from Stephen Colbert: "I still don't see why the whole nation has to suffer just because lazy farmers won't get up at 4 unless we tell them it's 5" (Tuesday, March 6th on the Colbert Report's "Threat Down")........ I agree 100%.

And I bid you adieu, since I gotta catch that lost hour of sleep somewhere...

PS: Happy Birthday, Jared (click)! Thanks for the fun party!

Friday, December 22, 2006

Dear Little Baby Jesus in your golden fleece diapers...

To cheer ourselves up last Tuesday night we watched Talledega Nights as we went to bed, and I laughed til I cried. My favorite part was, of course, Ricky Bobby always praying to "Christmas Jesus." KILLED ME!

As you know I have a soft spot for all things southern, so this was especially funny to me. Remember last summer, CJ, when I was saying we should go see this movie to celebrate 13 years since we served in Rockingham, North Carolina as missionaries? Well, there is totally a whole race filmed at Rockingham Raceway! So fun! I am learning way more than I ever wanted to know about NASCAR between watching "Cars" and "Talladega Nights."

I have so much more to write about, but it will just have to wait. I am taking Merry Christmas if I don't get back before Monday!

PS: Here's your Christmas gift...a transcript of Ricky's prayer...

Ricky Bobby: Dear Lord baby Jesus, we thank you so much for this bountiful harvest of Dominos, KFC, and the always delicious Taco Bell. I just want to take time to say thank you for my family--My two sons, Walker, and Texas Ranger, or TR as we call him. And of course my red hot smokin' wife Carley, who is a stone cold fox. Dear tiny infant Jesus...
Carley Bobby: Hey, um... you know sweetie, Jesus did grow up. You don't always have to call him baby. It's a bit odd and off puttin' to pray to a baby.
Ricky Bobby: Well look, I like the Christmas Jesus best, and I'm sayin grace. When you say grace, you can say it to grown up Jesus, or teenage Jesus, or bearded Jesus, or whatever you want.

But wait! MORE quotes from Ricky Bobby...

I've sent in my application to The Real World, so I'm puttin' a lotta eggs in that basket, the MTV basket. I also thought about getting a gun and becomin' a crack dealer. I wouldn't be, like, a mean crack dealer...I'd be a nice one. I'd just be like "Hey, guys, what's up? You want some crack?".

Dear Lord Baby Jesus, lying there in your little ghost manger, lookin' at your Baby Einstein developmental...videos, learnin' 'bout shapes and colors...


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