Friday, August 26, 2011


Just wanted to take a moment to plug my goodreads page. I'm gearing up to review a massive amount of books (all that I've read since April) in the next month or so. If you love YA fiction, you're going to love what is coming. My real passion is reading (not blogging, but you probably already guessed that with my lackluster blogs), so come on over and check it out.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011


The necessary background:

My parents watch our son for us while we are at work during the day. They live in the country and have many neighbors with farm animals. They frequently take walks with our son to visit the animals and they know many of them by name, including a cow named Grace.

The story:

A few days ago we were going through the normal bedtime routine for our two-year-old. One of the last things we do is say bed-time prayers. It was my husband’s turn to pray (we switch off) and he said something along the lines of, “and we thank You for Your grace…” Our son interjected, “grace go?” which is his way of asking where something is, in this case, grace. My husband stopped mid-prayer to try to explain God’s grace and how it works to forgive our sins to a toddler. Deacon listened attentively. I don’t know how my husband felt, but I felt pretty pleased with the reception he was getting and I was thinking that maybe some of it was getting through. …Until my husband finished and Deacon said, “Grace is a COW.”

And we couldn’t argue with that. Yes, yes, she is. And now he probably thinks she can forgive our sins AND chew her cud.

I cannot help but love how literal kids are.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Two things...

1. dear caller,

don't call me and then ask if you can put me on hold. no, you can't. YOU called ME.

2. dear person,

when i can smell your perfume outside at 10 yards away upwind, chances are you're putting too much on.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

A fine line.

Until yesterday, I had no idea what a fine line there was between courteous and creepy for grocery store baggers.

Male Bagger (mid 30's):
"Can I help you out with your groceries?"

"No, thank you."

Male Bagger (mid-30's)
"Are you sure? I'd really like to help you out."

(Hmmm, let me think: Am I sure that I don't want a creepy man walking me out to my car trying to make conversation with me for ten excruciating minutes while I pray he doesn't say, or do, anything else creepy that forces me to wave the wedding ring on my hand in front of his face or pull the mace out of my purse. That's a tough one.)

"Yes, I'm really sure. No, thank you."

Monday, August 8, 2011


The fact that I can see cellulite on Selena Gomez' leg here DELIGHTS me.
(click the photo to enlarge)

STARS: They ARE just like us!

Friday, August 5, 2011

It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset...

I bought this Onna Erlich handbag on Monday. I bought it partly because my current black handbag is over 5 years old, I've been wanting a new one forever and I was able to get this for 70% off, partly because I'm back at work now after my customary month off in the summer and I needed the boost to my morale and partly, because I can't help but feel that it's going to revolutionize my life and make all my dreams come true. (I don't feel like this is too much to ask from a purse that normally retails for $650. Who's with me?)

(Bonus if you know the books/movie I'm quoting from in the post title.)