Life, According to Shane

Yesterday when I picked Shane up after school,

he asked me why I always look like I'm sick when I come to get him.

 

???

 

Me: "What do you mean?"

Shane: "You never get dressed or do your hair or anything."

 

???

 

Later, I was telling the fam what he had said.

In an attempt to clarify his position, he said I always wear my pajamas to pick him up...

 

???

 

In my defense, I have been sick, but I have NEVER, EVER gone to pick him up in my pajamas!!!

And yesterday I had done my hair & put on makeup & thought I looked alright.

What a blow to my self-esteem! :)

 

What Shane thinks I dress like:

 

 

How Shane thinks I should dress everyday:

 

(Last month, he asked me why I don't dress up like the Principal, Mrs. K.)

I did ask her (she's a friend) if she could tone it down a little...she's making me look bad!



 

What I think I look like:

What I actually look like:



(Jeans and a shirt...my usual apparel. And crocs...)

 

Maybe I do need to step up my game a little, get in touch with my

inner June Cleaver.

 

I've got it! I'll throw on a pair of pearls when I pick him up today!!!

 

Note to Shane: I think you should ride the bus home after school. Just sayin'. 

Thanksgiving Bloopers~ 2012

So many bloopers this year!

Sadly, I was not the one making them~ so I don't dare blog about them!

I really want to...

But I won't :)

 

However, here is MY contribution:

 

 

Hubby volunteered me to make rolls.

I have had some trouble baking since we moved last year.

Not sure if it's the elevation or the oven...but I am figuring out how to get things to work.

Last year, my rolls would not raise.

I solved the problem this year by using the fireplace...

I fired it up & put the rolls on T.V. trays in front of the fireplace.

Our house was 80 degrees inside~ but the rolls did raise!

It's kind of hard to tell from the pictures~ but I overcooked 1 pan of rolls. Not quite burned, but nearly!

 

Helpful tip:

If you are in the middle of baking while also cleaning up dinner & working on Christmas projects...

When the timer goes off~ CHECK THE OVEN!!!

Even if you are confused about why the time is going off...

Even if you think you don't have a batch of rolls in the oven...

CHECK THE OVEN!!! 

 

I dumped these in the trash.

Then I dug them out so I could blog about it...

'Cause "Thanksgiving Bloopers" is becoming a regular feature here!

And I do not want to disappoint.

(Sorry, no Jell-O this year...)

 

Hope everyone had a wonderful, blooper free Thanksgiving!



My Take on the Ornament Wreath

Way back in October, Rick & the boys went on a little camping/hunting expedition.

That left me to my own devices.

Emily came over for the weekend and we decided to try our hand at making Ornament Wreaths.

I know you've seen these all over the Internet the last few years. There are lots of handy tutorials (Cherie's Tutorial) & some very lovely wreaths that have been crafted.

These are a little different though. I hope you enjoy!

First of all, you start out with a wire hanger.

You untwist the top where the hook is...blah,blah,blah (I'm getting to the good part)

Then you shape the wire into a roundish shape & begin stringing the ornaments on.

This is after, of course, you have hot glued all the tops to the ornaments so they don't pop off.

Part way through, you notice your daughter's wreath is looking pretty good.

Your wreath, however, is looking pretty...ummm...interesting.

Just forge on! It will be fine. It will look so pretty when it's done.

There's nothing glitter and a bow can't fix.

(These are the things you repeat to yourself in your head)

If the ornaments need to be repositioned a bit, very carefully move them around.

No matter how carefully you do this, you will still hear this lovely sound:

"Snap! Plop! Wobble-Wobble-Wobble!"

(That's the sound of the ornaments popping off, and then rolling across the floor)

The little cap thingies stayed firmly attached to the ornaments...hot glue kinda does that, but the hole where the hook/wire goes kept snapping open.

Once you have the ornaments all on the wire, and you have it looking like you want it (whatever),

twist the two ends of the wire together. This will be somewhat difficult. More ornaments will pop off.

Do not curse!

Just laugh. Laughing is good.

There will be glitter and broken ornaments strung everywhere.

Your daughter's wreath will look much better than yours.

The more you try to fix yours, the more you curse laugh.

Daughter will laugh too.

See...good mother/daughter bonding moment.

I'm all about creating memories.

Add a pretty red and gold ribbon, then hang it on the door so you can admire your beautiful handiwork:

What the??? 

I know, right?

I have found a couple of things that make it look better.

1.Perspective:

 See? Pretty.

2. Lighting:

Perfect!!!

The Best Laid Plans...

So...how's everyone doing?

Are you like me? Up to your eyeballs in Christmas projects & preparations?

This is one project I am G.L.A.D. to have finally finished...

and it's not even Christmas related!

(Why do teachers plan big projects for students in December? I know school must go on...but why not wait until say...March for this one, hmmm?)

Last week was Wax Museum for Shane's class. He's been working hard since early November on this project.

We finished the report (he wrote, I typed) and I simply had to make a Michael Jordan/Chicago Bulls Jersey for him. ('Cause the only ones you can buy are very expensive).

T-shirt, Iron on's. Easy Peasy.

Attempt # 1



White shirt is scorching a bit. Grrrr! I realize I should have used a pressing cloth. Too late now!

Some "minor" scorching can be overlooked, right?

But wait~ not only did I scorch the shirt...I also put the wrong word on the back. The back of the Jersey should have the player's name..."Jordan".... Dang!

And there is just that minor incident of the backwards "B". I like to call it artistic. I was hoping Shane wouldn't notice. Frantically run to JoAnn's to get more iron-on's.

Which brings us to attempt #2:

Emily had a black t-shirt that she let me use. I had to pick out the sleeves and then wash and dry it.

By this time, it's about 1:00 in the morning. Then I get to work with the iron-on's. And I use a pressing cloth this time, just to be safe.

The numbers would not stick. It was a mess! They adhered to the backing paper...not so much to the shirt, though.

 So much for the easy peasy project. It's gonna be an all nighter.

Emily & I run to Wal-mart for more shirts and more iron-on's. I hate iron-on's.

I have to unpick the sleeves, then launder the shirt. This is getting ridiculous!

Finally! We have a winner. It only took me until 3:40 AM to get this easy project done.

Here's the front of the shirt. At 3:20 AM I realized I could only do the red outlining on one side of the shirt, since it had to dry for 4 hours. So only the front got outlined.

And here's the star of the Wax Museum

He looks exactly like Michael Jordan too.

Except he's short

He has hair

And, uh...he's white.

But other than that, he looks exactly like Michael Jordan, right?

All that matters is that the project got done. On time. And Shane had fun & was happy.

Christmas projects? Not going so well.

I've decided to give up baking~ so now I have to come up with another Neighbor Gift idea.

(I am really thinking it might be the altitude here. I made Pumpkin Chocolate Chip cookies last night. I've been making these for years. They are sorta my specialty. They came out thin & flat...my baking confidence is shattered!)

Can't find the stuff to make the teacher gifts I wanted to make...it might be a mug/ornament/candle gift after all.

Have a few people that are difficult to buy gifts for (mom & dad...I'm talking about you!)

But...The tree is up, I hope to finish up the shopping by Saturday...and I have not been sick (hope I didn't just jinx myself)!

Hope everything is going fantastically in your neck of the woods!

Arachnophobia!

We've been battling spiders at the new place.
Lots and lots of spiders. We think they might be Hobo spiders.
They are big!
They are In. The. House!
Everyone is a little freaked out by them!

 Rick has killed relocated several.
We bought some spray and sprayed inside and out. Hopefully it works!!!

A few days ago, we were all a little jittery because of the little critters.
We all felt like we had spiders crawling on us. And if something happened to brush against any of us...we'd be doing the "I have a spider on me" dance~ which involves flailing your arms in the air and swatting at whatever it was that you mistook for a spider. Screaming and turning in circles can also be added once you have the beginner moves down.

An errant stream of water from the shower head got me. Glad no one was around to see that.

Later, I was fumbling for the light switch in the garage, and a box brushed my arm. Screams and swatting started all over again.

Rick was assailed by a bush...which he thought was a spider. He screamed like a girl.
Not really.  He did swat the bush though!

Yeah. We don't like spiders so much around here.
I guess I won't be using fake spiders in my Halloween decor this year?

Life, According to Shane

Moving Day was a long day,to say the least.

We were all up bright and early since in addition to moving, the boys also started school the same day.

Is that great planning, or what?

It was almost an hour drive to get them to school.

Perk for them was getting breakfast at McDonalds!

Moving took forever.

We hired a moving company to load, transport and unload all the boxes.

The packing and unpacking were done by us.

(Well...the unpacking will eventually be done by us!)

We finally got to the new place about 9:30 that night.

The boys were pooped.

And stressed.

It was the first time we had driven to the new house at night.

In the dark.

There are no streetlights where we live!

It was a little disconcerting.

Then, as we pulled into the driveway and opened the car doors,

we were serenaded by a symphony of crickets.

Lots and lots of rather loudish crickets...

Shane: "Well, that's going to be annoying to try and go to sleep to!"

I'm happy to report, we are all sleeping just fine.

Moving Day...

New town

New Neighborhood

New Schools

New House

Same Old Me...

That’s right, we’ve moved…again.

That makes 4 times in 6 years, but who is keeping track?

Really it feels like 6 times in 4 years…

Some people thrive on change.

I, however, am not one of those people.

I hate moving. And the more I move, the more I hate it!!!

My boys are doing awesome though! I’m so proud of them~ it’s rough to have to switch schools. They both miss their old friends, but they  are making new friends & really like where we live. Their first day of school was the same day we moved. It was a very stressful, chaotic day!  (That must be the understatement of the year!)

Emily & her friend Aubrie also moved into an apartment two days before we moved. I miss her!

So yeah, things have been a little stressful!!! Too many changes all at once.

Things I hate about moving:

(Not an all inclusive list)

Can’t find anything (um...like the cord to my camera)

Boxes

Getting used to a new house…feeling like I’m living in someone else’s house!

Getting used to new…everything. School, church, house, neighborhood, grocery stores,  etc…

Can’t find anything

Can someone please unpack all these boxes???

Getting lost in the new house.  Where is the bathroom again???

Losing stuff! Something always gets lost, something always gets broken. I am missing Tupperware from 3 moves ago, and a box of games from 2 moves ago. This time we lost the top to one of my Scentsy burners & a large box of food storage. I was ticked off all weekend about that box of missing cereal! Thankfully, we found both the box of food storage & the top to my Scentsy. Now if Rick’s missing keys would just turn up…(and my camera cord...and the Tupperware...and the games...and everything else that is missing that I don't know about yet!)

Things I don’t hate about moving:

*Blink*

 *Blink*

That pretty much sums it up!

Optical Illusions

Optical Illusions...do you like them?

Can you see the illusions?

Some people can't~

Optical illusions are sometimes used in brain injury rehabilitation~ especially if the the patient has vision problems such as depth perception or problems discerning field/foreground.

Curtis has vision problems from his car accident. He has learned to adapt really well! In fact, I'm amazed at how well he has been able to learn to live with this disability.

Can you see the old woman?

Can you see the young woman?

Do you see a man's face?
The word "Liar"?

According to Wikepedia:
•An optical illusion (also called a visual illusion) is characterized by visually perceived images that differ from objective reality. The information gathered by the eye is processed in the brain to give a percept that does not tally with a physical measurement of the stimulus source. ...


•the use of shapes, colour, and line distortions which trick the eye and brain. When viewing confusing images, our brain can sometimes interpret visual information and cues incorrectly,or at other times our brains fill in the missing pieces.


Sometimes, our brains can play tricks on us!
 
Cherie has a great blog, Bakow Babble  that most of you probably already read.
A while back, she posted about her word of the year.
And then she posted a cute word strip under her header...
So cute! So clever!
Uh...it's misspelled! (Go ahead, go look again and then come right back, okay?) Bakow Babble...
 
So...I figured she would eventually figure it out. 
 
Then, I was reading this blog: Meanwhile Back at the Gusty Ridge Ranch and Keely posted the word strip that she had made for Cherie...
It was misspelled there too!!! (Alright...go take a peak...here's the link to the post...Gusty Ridge Ranch)
 
ACK!!! (Cherie and Keely...do not freak out!!!) :)
 
Still, I figured someone was bound to figure it out!
I contemplated kindly mentioning it to Cherie...but decided not to.  (Good thing!)
 
I decided just to ignore it!!! But every time I read Cherie's blog...there it was! This giant, misspelled word!!! I couldn't ignore it! It wouldn't go away...it seemed to get bigger and bigger every time I visited her blog!!! (Edgar Allan Poe ish?)...
 
A few days ago, I was reading blogs when Emily came home from work.
She sat down and asked me what I was doin'.
 
Seeing my opportunity, I quickly pulled up Cherie's blog and asked Emily;
 
"Do you see anything wrong on this page?"
 
"No, Mother. It looks fine to me." (Her calling me Mother should have been the first clue!)
 
"Really? Nothing?" 
She looks again.
 
"Nope, nothing. Nothing wrong here. Nopeity. Nope. Nope." (Okay, she didn't really say it like that~ I'm taking some creative liberties here!)
 
"Ha! That word is misspelled!!!" (I point to the word on the screen)
 
"Uh...mom? What do you think it says?" (Warning! Danger ahead!!!!)
 
"STRENGTH" (clearly misspelled, I think to myself)
 
"Mom, that word says STRETCH."
 
*Blink*
 
*Blink*
 
"Oh."
 
So...I am wondering if Keely will make me a cool word strip? But first I have to change my word of the year from CONNECT to
 

I*D*I*E*T

(What do you mean I misspelled it?)

 

(And my brain still tries to read that word as Strength!!! Maybe I need vision therapy?)



What My Mother Taught Me

To Value A Job Well Done
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."

Time Travel
"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"

Logic
"Because I said so, that's why."

Foresight
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."

Irony
"Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about."

Osmosis
"Shut your mouth and eat your supper."

Stamina
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."

Weather
"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."

Hypocrisy
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"

Circle Of Life
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."

Behavior Modification
"Stop acting like your father!"

Envy
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."

Anticipation
"Just wait until we get home."

Receiving
"You are going to get it when you get home!"

Medical Science
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."

How To Become An Adult
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."

Genetics
"You're just like your father."

Wisdom
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."

Justice
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you"

(Author Unknown)

Have a wonderful weekend, and Happy Mother's Day!

Oh Yes, He Did!

Groundhog's Holiday

The second month, the second day,
We know is Groundhog's Holiday.
The keeper of the local zoo,
Photographers, reporters, too,
Anxiously await together
Woodchuck's forecast of the weather.
Each year this time he leaves his hearth,
His home beneath good Mother Earth.
He wiggles out to see the sun
And sure enough - ask anyone-
Should he perchance his shadow see,
Back to his home again he'll flee.
And that sign's still the surest thing
Six weeks must pass before it's spring!


Darn it! :)

Speaking of Chickens

When Emily was in Kindergarten, she learned a cute little song about a Silly Chicken.

I Had a Little Chicken
(Tune: Turkey in the Straw)

"Oh, I had a little chicken

And she wouldn't lay an egg.

So I poured hot water

Up and down her leg.

And she giggled and she giggled,

And she giggled all the day.

Then, the silly little chicken

Laid a hard-boiled egg!"

She sang this song at the ward talent show. I can still see her, standing up on the stage in front of the microphone...shimmying up and down and flapping her elbows like a chicken! The 2nd verse was just a series of "bock, bock, bock, bock-bock...bock, bock, bock, bock"...she was such a cutie! She has always loved to sing and perform, and has never suffered from stage fright.

She is, however, afraid of chickens, as evidenced in this video:

(Both girls are, in fact, named Emily. Scaredy-cat/ "chicken" Emily is the one wearing her hair down...)
(And does she really say, "Those are hens, not chickens!")?

Chicken Phobia

On the other hand...Shane is kind of shy and does not like to perform in front of others. He doesn't even like to be in the yearly Primary program. You would never catch him performing in a ward talent show!

But, he is not afraid of chickens!

He and a few of the other boys in the neighborhood, have been going to the Smith's house to help "pick" (gather) fresh chicken eggs. (These are very patient and kind neighbors!)

Last week, he brough home a dozen fresh eggs. He is fascinated with the variety of size, shape and color.

He also enjoys the whole process of "picking" the eggs. And is quite disgusted that, in his words;

"Chickens eat their own babies!" He dropped an egg that he had gathered and the chickens flocked right to it and gobbled it down. He thinks that is pretty gross!

He asked me to scramble some of his eggs for him. He told me exactly how to wash them off before cracking them. The first batch of eggs, he took 2 bites and said they "tasted weird". Later he admitted he was just thinking about where they came from & was worried that there might be baby chicks in the eggs and he didn't want to eat a baby chick! This was partly from a family conversation the night before, wherein Rick and I recounted instances of cracking fresh eggs...and finding forming chicks inside...and from his sibling's constant, "Ewww...that's gross, I'd never eat a fresh egg" comments.

He is now over the squeamishness and has eaten (and enjoyed) fresh scrambled eggs. I'm still working on my squeamishness!

When I was a kid, my grandma had chickens. I have fond memories of staying at her house and helping with the chickens. I got to help shoo the chickens in to the coop at night, and also helped gather eggs from the nests. I wasn't as brave as grandma, she would have to shoo the hens away for me to be able to snatch up the eggs. Those hens peck! (yeah, I might have a chicken phobia myself!)

Below is a picture of grandma's chicken coops. If I remember correctly, the large one was the "Hen House" and the small one was for the Roosters. They have not been used in a good, long time. (The coops, not the roosters...well, those too!)

I remember too, a few times of witnessing a Rooster meet his demise on the chopping block! It's a funny (and slightly disturbing) sight to see a Rooster running around the pasture with no head!

And, we (the grandkids) liked to chase each other with the chicken feet. After they were chopped off, you could pull the tendon and make the foot curl up. This really grosses me out now!

Chicken Coops in Grandma's Pasture

My grandma used to make the best chicken and noodles!

I tried this recipe for Lion House Chicken Noodle Soup a couple of weeks ago. I didn't use the dehydrated ingredients. And I added 2-11 oz pkgs of "Grandma's" brand frozen homemade style egg noodles. Oh, it was beyond delicious and totally reminded me of grandma's chicken and noodles. There was very little "soup" to it! But it was oh, so good!

And that is all I have to say about that.

For today.

Se7ven Random Things About Me!

I got tagged by my pal, Connie.

So, without further ado, here are 7 things about me!

1. My first car was a 1966 Ford Mustang GT. Competition orange body with a white hardtop. It was my grandma's car and I bought it for $1,000 dollars. The one condition was that it remain in the family...so I sold it back to her a couple of years later...for $1,000 dollars. Later, my cousin bought it (for, you guessed it, $1,000 dollars) and restored it. It was one sweet car, baby! I wish I still owned it today. One of those situations when "hindsight is 20/20". (I do still own the original gear shift knob...oops)!

2. As a child, I had a black, three-legged, Cocker Spaniel named "Tuffy Nut-nut". I also had a blind Siamese cat.

3. I don't really care for chocolate all that much. (or do I?)

4. I've never had a broken bone. Although I think I am the queen of random, bizarre injuries. When I was pregnant with Spencer, I hurt my tailbone when I coughed while walking up the stairs! Another time, I fell on a piece of glass while digging for a box of clothes in our basement. I cut a rather nice gash just below my hiney, which required numerous stitches. And I got lots of razzing about that one! (If you are familiar with the "Hello Operator"/"Miss Susie" song...well, you'll know what I mean!)

5. I'm a computer nerd. I love the computer, the Internet, blogging, email...all of it! I have a bit of a reputation for being able to find just about anything online. I also love collecting fonts and digital crafting graphics like these at PCcrafter or these cute alphabets at Lettering Delights. They come in handy for crafting, church callings or for adding some pizzaz to my journal (which is also on the computer!)

6. I love the ocean, but not the beach...firstly, I don't really have a "beach body" (beached whale, maybe?) and secondly...I don't like to get dirty! All that sand...yuck! But I really ♥ the ocean.

7. My hubby is my best friend. I have known him since 2nd grade. We went to school together from 2nd grade all the way through High School. We even lived in the same ward for about 4 years. We became really good friends in HS and the rest is history! Like me, he's a pretty quiet, private person. Once you get to know him, he's lots of fun and wickedly funny!


And I tag: Amy, and let's see...ummm...

*crickets chirping*...

(quit laughing, Connie!)
Well, that's all I got!

A Father's Legacy

Rick loves to read every bit as much as I do. In fact, he probably reads a lot more than I do.

He has recently been reading the "Great and Terrible" series by Christ Stewart. He's been traveling a lot for work, and likes to have a book with him. Volumes 3 & 4 of the series were supposed to last him a couple of weeks...he finished them both in about 5 days!

This, however, left him with nothing to read last week. At the last minute, I suggested he try reading the "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" books. They are YA novels and some of Spencer's favorites. I read them too, and really enjoyed them.

Shane has been toting the first book around, pretending to read it. (It's a little above his reading level). I remembered it was on the shelf of his bed...

When I grabbed it, I had to laugh. Can you see something sticking out of the top of the book?


Here's a closer look:

And closer still:

Any guess what that is? Why, it's what passes for a bookmark in this household. If you haven't figured it out yet, this picture should leave no question in your mind...

Yep, toilet paper bookmarks is the legacy my husband has passed on to his children. Every single one of the kids do this! Every. Single. One.

I think I will make laminated toilet paper square bookmarks for Christmas this year.

*And just so you know; Rick really recommends the "Great and Terrible" series, didn't really like the "Percy Jackson" books, and...I did find him a regular (no pun intended) bookmark to use while he travels...but here at home? TP all the way, baby!

Cookie Confusion

I'm afraid Shane has lived a very sheltered life.

A few days ago, he asked if we had any cookies. These are the sort of thing he is referring to:

I buy these little packages of cookies to pack in his lunches for school. Sadly, they were all gone.

Then, an idea began to form...my head began to pound, my palms to sweat and even though I wanted to stop myself, I surged forward and ...

I blurted out; "We could make some cookies".

Shane stared at me for a moment, a blank, confused look on his face. Then he said; "Sweet! We have cookie dough?"

You see, Shane thinks cookie dough looks like this:

And comes from this:

"We would have to make our own cookie dough", I gently explained.

More blank stares followed. I'm not sure he can quite get his head around it.

Then he asked; "When can we do that?"

Not wanting to commit myself too much, I respond with a vague; "Maybe tomorrow." He was satisfied, and went on to find another, more interesting activity.

But now, tomorrow is today (technically, it's been several todays and tomorrows) and there is no cookie dough in sight.

For now, we'll just have to settle for this...

It's all I got!

Marking His Territory

Every morning I drag myself out of bed at the last possible moment cheerfully rise bright and early so I can slap together some peanut butter sandwiches pack a delightfully healthy and delicious lunch for the boys to take to school.

I had just finished making sandwiches when Shane remembered he had other plans for his lunch.
We had gotten pizza for dinner the night before.
I’m all about healthy, well-balanced, planned ahead, home-cooked meals.

It’s a curse, really.

This is how he “reserved” the last piece of pizza for himself:
See the little yellow sticky note on the box?

Here's a close-up:

Ahhh...the power of sticky notes!

This kid is nothing if not resourceful!

He did, however, end up with the last yummy piece of cold pizza, packed snuggly in his lunch box.

Are You Who I Think You Are?

I went grocery shopping last weekend. Oh, the excitement! As I was leaving the first store (yes, there was more than one store involved) I thought I saw someone I knew. I was starting to move towards her, ready to make eye contact and offer a friendly “how are you?” When she turned and I realized she wasn’t who I thought she was at all! Yet, the resemblance was uncanny…which got me pondering about this phenomenon of seeing-people-who-resemble-people I know. I do this a lot! When we first moved to Arizona, I kept seeing people who strongly resembled friends from Utah…then a few months later as we were visiting Utah, I thought I saw people from AZ…I would start to say, “Oh, there are the Awerkamps”, then I would realize WRONG STATE! Is this strange? Do other people do this? Why are there so many people that look alike?
On a different note, I also saw a lot of strange people. I was beginning to think it was “Meth Addict” shopping day. I wonder if all the stores were sold out of Triaminic?

So, while I am in a quandary over all these strange sights…who do I see walking out of Wal-Mart? Marg Helgenberger! I swear it was her, just a little blonder and a little um...trashier? Let’s say if it was her, she was definitely “slumming”, shopping at the local Wal-Mart and all. We both ended up returning our carts to the little cart return thingy at the same time…she smiled and said to me, “Oh, we are such good girls, aren’t we?” I laughed, but the whole time the dialogue in my head was something like this: “Is that her? What if it really is her? Should I say something? Should I ask her if she knows she strongly resembles Marg Hergenbelger, uh…Hershenburger….uh Hersheybar… that lady from CSI…whatever?”
Thank goodness I didn’t say anything, just laughed and smiled politely. I like to play it cool! :)

A few weeks ago, at the same Wal-Mart, I am pretty sure I saw Mike Tyson…

Pretty. Sure.