Just Another Day

Do you have anything that was acquired through ill-gotten means?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hubba-hubba and I visited Disneyworld probably about 8 years ago. It was the first time we had ever been to Florida, and we weren't that impressed. You see, we are both from Southern California, and in our eyes, Disneyworld is just a humid, bloated Disneyland. Not that there aren't fun things to do at Disneyworld, there are. But having visited Disneyland countless times throughout our lives, we are just used to thinking that the original is the best. On our second-to-last day, we were waiting for one of the shuttles to take us back to our hotel. Neither of us could ever be termed shy people, and we struck up a conversation with another couple also in line. I don't remember where they were from, but they mentioned they were on their honeymoon and asked us if we were also. Alas, our wedding would not be held for another four years or so, and we replied in the negative. The young woman said that was too bad, because they had just go...

I'm actually enjoying going back and finding fun stuff that I wrote. I hope you are, too. If not, I forgive you. Sort of. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ O, old Winnie the Pooh pajama bottoms, you were the best. Until the other morning when I woke up with my left butt cheek hanging rather unexpectedly in the breeze, you were my most favorite pair of pajama pants. Your softness was unbeatable, like brushed silk, even though you were made of cotton. I guess ten years or so of constant washing will do that to fabric. It also will eventually produce said tear above. You didn't bunch up at the crotch, a very important feature for pajama pants. You hung loosely and comfortably, rather like harem pants. Over the years, you seemed to expand with me, but in a good and comfortable way. Even though you had little rips and stains from God knows where, I still loved you dearly, and all other pajama pants had to measure up to your standards. All of them failed, but now, you a...

I was thinking to myself that many of you fabulous readers have joined me fairly recently. And heck, as long as I've been doing this, even two years ago qualifies as fairly recent. So, in the interest of perhaps spurring myself to recapture those heady first days of blogging and the enthusiasm that went with it, I figured I would start to put up some of my older stuff. Because really, how many of you have gone back to April of 2004? Exactly. That's why I'm doing this. Think of this as that swirly, whooshy effect that happens when a character on television starts visualizing the past... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So today we spent the day at Irvine Regional Park, which is a lovely place nestled somewhere along the boundaries of the Cleveland National Forest. We rode a very cute little 1/3 scale steam train, but I am not sure it was worth nine bucks for the three of us. Actually, now that I think about it, definitely a rip-off. All we saw were some...

I predict you will either really like or really hate this song. But either way, I bet that chorus will be stuck in your head for the rest of the day! It took me a while to like this song, and I think the video is pretty interesting.

Do you think blogging and blogs in general have jumped the shark? (I already know this one has, I'm talking about other people, silly!)

Is it just me or is the blogosphere reeaaalllly quiet lately? Excluding myself of course. I mean, I'm quiet, but I don't count me because I realized that what I did was strike against myself. Yup, you heard me right. That boss Gina, she was a total beeeyotch. She would make me do all sorts of stuff when I could have been playing with my son or sleeping or heck, staring at the wall. So, one day I decided I had had enough of her, already. I got a Sharpie, used the sides of Mr. P's Christmas toy boxes and got to it. The first sign proclaimed: " No sleep, no blog! Gina is a big old hog ." Hmmm, not really making sense. But catchy, though. The second one wasn't a whole lot better: "That Gina, she's a weena." The insults were gratuitous, and sounded just a mite petty. I had to make my voice heard and that show the world that Gina was the big bad corporate oppressor, not just simply a jerk. "I type all the day and all the night, Gina needs to m...