What next?
On the
Drudge Report this morning comes the news that
American Airlines is going to start charging people for their first checked bag.
This just pisses me off!
What's next, huh?
A fee to be seated inside the fuselage instead of strapped to the wing?
A fee for use of safety gear like seatbelts, oxygen masks, and life vests?
Maybe they'll start charging for flights that arrive?
Maybe they'll charge for not killing you in a fiery ball.
Ya think?
Confession Time
Two very bizarre events, totally unrelated
except in one small way, have inspired this confession.
On Saturday afternoon, I was in the spa getting my fantasy golf league funded pedicure. For once, all the pedicure thrones were in use. The conversation between the ladies eventually wandered to classic television. Happy Days, Laverne & Shirley, Mork & Mindy...we were dating ourselves. The conversation turned to our celebrity crushes (those that sell Teen Beat subscriptions in the millions).
One lady confessed a passion for Erik Estrada of CHIP's fame. She particularly made mention of his super white and straight teeth, even back in those days, and the way he straddled his motorcycle.
We all confessed appreciation for the Duke boys. What wasn't to like about the Dukes? Those jeans were painted on, they were the original bad boys, right? In trouble with the law, driving an awesome car, and largely
misunderstood but good at heart. Some girls dig Bo, others liked Luke. Me? I was all about Bo, particularly after that episode where Luke was all mean and stuff.
And I confessed my girlish dream of becoming Mrs. Ricky Schroder. I don't think I ever missed an episode of Silver Spoons. I signed my name Mrs. Ricky Schroder too many times to count. I had the official fan club photos...I was totally in crush.
Anyway, yesterday, I am scanning the headlines and I see a link to
this article in which Ricky Schroder is discussing his coming appearance in the remade movie, The Andromeda Strain. He was really good on NYPD Blue and I know and like that video for Whiskey Lullabye, but I had no idea he joined the cast of 24. I may have to start watching that!
Ricky is all over the place right now, I guess.
So, I'm not really confessing that as a young girl I thought Ricky was the best. Oh, no. I'm confessing something that I realized a few years back about my high school boyfriend. He's a dead ringer for the Rickster! I guess I never really got over Ricky. So much so, that I dated his doppelganger (that word really fits).
And the thing is, Ricky still looks mighty fine. I'm still crushin' on Mark Harmon, but Ricky runs a real close second (and is closer to my age...). Still, it is more that a bit unsettling to realize that I liked Ricky so much that I was drawn to a look-alike. It explains a lot, actually. Look at those eyes. He's a good lookin' man.
Okay, so I'm not going to post a picture of the high school boyfriend. You'll just have to take my word for the resemblance. SpySistah would agree with me, however. Maybe she'll leave a comment to that effect.
I am HORRIFIED!
Look, on the whole, I am really very accepting of other cultures. I'm a live and let live kind of girl. But today, in my inbox, I received an email which included some pictures that have been burned into my retina. I can't escape the feelings that the images evoke. See what you think...
This, it seems, is an old geisha.
Here, she is unwrapping her foot.
Her foot is now unwrapped.
OMG!
You can't tell me that this didn't hurt. I refuse to believe it! This, for fashion! Do you see? She has developed a hoof! And her toes have curled around her foot. And, I've heard of toe cleavage, but that right there is something else entirely. That's...foot chasm.
Please let this be a hoax. Let it be a photoshop. Please don't let this little old woman have gone through this!
Labels: You've Got to be Kidding Me
How do you like it?
SpySistah and I were talking (read emailing) this morning and she was wondering why it is that a can of soda tastes so much better than a bottle.
She thinks it has to do with the amount of fizz.
I postulated that it was about ice. You see, my own particular preference is for a soda from a fountain. Then a can. In last place, the bottle. I think it is because the fountain always comes with ice and I always pour a can over ice. The bottle is grab and go.
She, however, doesn't like ice. So the ice argument has...melted.
Is it possible that the formulas differ depending on the packaging? What say you, engaged reader?
How do you like it?
Labels: Things that make you go Hmmm...
As promised...
We must have played and played and played
Posed for a few pictures
And played some more...
Gone down the slide hundreds of time, just to break it in...
All played out...
Labels: Bunny Boop
Exhausted
That has to have been one of the most exhausting weekends in a while!
Saturday was filled with rain, so I straightened up the house a bit and did some laundry. In the afternoon, I made a run to pick up a sooper secret surprise for our princess. Yes! With the help of a wonderful friend, I managed to bring home a swing set for our little girl.
Later that evening, her father sorted all the pieces and began assembly (with some help). By 10 pm, we had reached the end of what could be done in the garage and called it a night. The next morning, after a quick run to the grocery store, assembly began anew.
My husband just tore through it! He did an amazing job. He kept me hopping as I ran after hardware and held this or that just like so. Late in the morning, another friend popped by to lend a hand and give me and Bunny a break. I fed her lunch and rotated loads of laundry. The entire project was completed by 3 pm, but our little girl didn't bother waiting for the final call. As we were adding the stuff she was busy playing.
She had to try out all three swings several times. She sat at the little picnic table. She climbed up and down the steps like a madwoman. And finally,
finally, the slide was attached and she started breaking that feature in too.
The first five times she insisted on help and I had to hold her hand as she slid down. But after that, she was all confidence! She would slide down, we clapped and shouted appropriate "good girls!" She clapped too, then said in the most hilarious way "thankyou, thankyou" as though she were on a stage and had just finished her act. I almost couldn't stop laughing, it was so funny! I half expected her to remind us to tip our waitresses!
With a chorus of "Go, Go, GO!" from her audience, she would climb the ladder again and barrel down the slide anew. She had a blast! And, played herself out. She collapsed on the couch with a whimpered request for Bob (that's SpongeBob for those not in the know), and proceeded to crash within five minutes. All she needed was a short break, however, and not long after our friends returned, she was back at play with the other kids.
I took lots of pictures and will post them soon. Suffice it to say, however, that Bunny Boop's "thankyou, thankyou" and abundant kisses expressed her gratitude to her father most poignantly. Now we are all a bit tired, sunburned, and sore, but it is worth it.
Labels: Bunny Boop
Another One Bites the Dust
And another one gone
And another one gone
Another one bites the dust
doodle-doot-doot-do
Another one bites the dust
Another
al Qaeda bastard is dead.
