True to form...

...we went shopping. :) I thouht an update was in dire need...not that two pictures of two insane girls will satiate you much. ;P

We always like to try on really expensive and VERY weird stuff that we would never buy. We're the type of people that the store hates...window shoppers who eat up all the samples. :P A crazy one.Have a lovely day, peoples! :)

Another One

I hate to have the reputation of a fanatic You Tube video poster, but this one is hilarious. :P

For Lois

This is for Lois. ;) Yes, yes, I know that she's the other author of Confessions, but it's in honor of her. :) I LOVE the look on the guy's face, though. LOL

P.S. You might want to turn down the sound since the music is a bit...weird.

Pure Pleasure

There's nothing like rumbling through the streets of Anaheim in a Jeep Cherokee with the Low Country Boys blaring next to one of the three best brothers in the world. Gotta love it. :)

What, you haven't moved on to bigger and better things???

Frequently updated. What a joke. I nearly forgot we even had this. Much like somebody else who also owns a blog. (KYLE! POST ALREADY!) *cough* had to get that out...sorry. So, what to post....what to post. Oh, I went shopping today. (duh) Why waste a perfectly awesome Saturday doing anything else. Notice how the period at the end of the previous sentence indicates the question was rhetorical. Nothing is more wonderful than wandering around the mall on a Saturday with a fistful of cash.
Or Home Depot, if you're a guy....or wherever guys shop... Hmmm. Where do guys shop, anyway? Do guys shop?
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Jimmy: "Ugh!!! Lo!!! Grooooooossss!!!"
Me: "Pardon?"
Jimmy: "Real guys don't shop! What's wrong with you? That's like, equivalent to moisturizing, or buying shoes...or....or (he draws a shuddering breath) wearing--(he squeaks out the last word)pink!!!!"
Me:*cough* Sorry.

***
Speaking of shopping, though. Teenagers these days give regular, responsible, sensible, quick-witted, generally perfect, droll, clever adolescents like me a bad name. I see them at the mall in groups of four or five, conversing at an IQ level way below that of a rational person, laughing at dumb jokes like its nobody's business, drinking decaff, soy, chai, lattes and I think to myself...is that what we expect of our young people today? Surely there are some young people that think. It must be an act. And then, I run across this. I was in line at McDonald's, waiting to get my free water, listening in on some young people. (If every other word out of one's mouth is "like" does that still qualify as talking?)
Guy: Hey man, we should, like, totally eat at, like, McDonald's.
Girl: Omigosh, do theylike, have, likesalads????
Second guy...he doesn't open his mouth all the way when enunciating words, so his words come out slurred, in what he supposes is a lazy drawl:
"Dude, we can't eat here man, like, what's wrong with you?"
"Omigosh, likewhynot??"
" Dude, McDonald's, like, kills animals. That's like, seriously wrong, dude, we can't, like, support something like that, ya know?"
"Hey man, he's, like, totally right. Man, and I was so stoked about getting a burger!"
Girl: *small gasp* "Rully? (She's one of those people who says really so often it comes out like that.) I, like, totallyforgot about that."
"Hey man, what about, like, Carl's Junior???"
Girl: "Yeah, totally!!!"
"Dude, you're great! They don't, like, serve meat there!"
And thus died all of my ideals and high hopes for high school adolescents. But there's always the chance that they were putting on an act, like, right? Rully. I'm so ashamed.
** This conversation with Jimmy didn't really occur.
***Unfortunately, this one did. Almost word for word.

A Bit of Nothing :)

This picture completely captures my mood...

If you spend your whole life waiting for the storm, you'll never enjoy the sunshine.

--Morris West

Can.

Can't by Edgar A. Guest

Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken;

Doing more harm here than slander and lies;

On it is many a strong spirit broken,

And with it many a good purpose dies.

It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning

And robs us of courage we need through the day:

It rings in our ears like a timely-sent warning

And laughs when we falter and fall by the way.

Can't is the father of feeble endeavor,

The parent of terror and half-hearted work;

It weakens the efforts of artisans clever,

And makes of the toiler an indolent shirk.

It poisons the soul of the man with a vision,

It stifles in infancy many a plan;

It greets honest toiling with open derision

And mocks at the hopes and the dreams of a man.

Can't is a word none should speak without blushing;

To utter it should be a symbol of shame;

Ambition and courage it daily is crushing;

It blights a man's purpose and shortens his aim.

Despise it with all of your hatred of error;

Refuse it the lodgment it seeks in your brain;

Arm against it as a creature of terror,

And all that you dream of you some day shall gain.

Can't is the word that is foe to ambition,

An enemy ambushed to shatter your will;

Its prey is forever the man with a mission

And bows but to courage and patience and skill.

Hate it, with hatred that's deep and undying,

For once it is welcomed 'twill break any man;

Whatever the goal you are seeking, keep trying

And answer this demon by saying: "I can."