WHY!?!

Why do I make the bed everyday, just to fold down the sheet and blanket each night and sleep on top of the bottom sheet? It would be socially unacceptable to have a bed with just a bottom sheet and pillows, wouldn't it? But this is my house, my bedroom, what should I care?

Oh well, I will continue to do it because the bed is just prettier with a blanket on it.

Drift Away

(Yes, more song lyrics, because sometimes you just want to drift away...)

Day after day I'm more confused

Yet I look for the light

Through the pourin' rain

You know that's a game that I hate to lose

And I'm feeling the strain

Ain't it a shame

Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul

I want to get lost in your rock and roll

And drift away[repeat]

Beginning to think that I'm wasting time

I don't understand the things I do

The world outside looks so unkind

Now I'm counting on you

To carry me through

Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul

I want to get lost in your rock and roll

And drift away[repeat]

And when my mind is free

You know a melody can move me

And when I'm feeling blue

The guitar's coming through to soothe me
Thanks for the joy that you're given me

I want you to know I believe in your song

Your rythm and rhyme and harmony

You've helped me along

Makin' me strong

Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul

I want to get lost in your rock and roll

And drift away[repeat]

Na, na, now won't ya

Won't ya take, oh ha ..take me

(Dobie Gray)

The Truth about Forwarding Emails

This was pretty funny if you 2 minutes.

I NEED some recipes (Please?!)

Jaylee- spicy hot sauce chicken wing dip? (I don't know what you call it, but you just gave me some)

April- Ryan's Alfredo sauce!

Crystal/Gina- Chicken enchiladas

I'm sure there are others, but this will suffice for now. I've got a turkey pot pie recipe I'll try in the next few days, thanks to Bill cooking up a mighty fine bird for Mother's Day.

I will take offerings of said food items in lieu of the recipe if the recipe is top secret. Or I will take both. But neither is not acceptable.

Thank you, in advance, for your prompt reply.

I think I said it before...

And I'm gonna say it again...

I LOVE WATERMELON!!!

And it's not even really watermelon season yet. I bought one. It was red and juicy, and not really sweet, but still oh so refreshing.

AAAAH, sweet watermelon. How I love you. I think I'll go have another slice.

(Yep, I did say it before.)

Thank you Gina!

I'm not a Wolverine fan, nor do I follow whatever movies Wolverine is in, but I am a Hugh Jackman fan. Have I ever seen him looking so good?! Nope, I don't think so. Look at those arms baby! Holy muscles batman. And that smile. Hummina-hummina-hummina! Anything you say Mr. Jackman. I think I might have to add this picture to my sidebar.

(And, ya know, this picture was taken at our very own Tempe Marketplace. Too bad I didn't know, I probably wouldn't have gone.)

Is it baby Joey?!

I can't eat enough sandwiches. I crave them at all times of the day. No flavor in particular, although I had a good run on turkey for a while. Now turkey makes me want to puke. Typical! But seriously, sandwiches at 8 in the morning?! I think this baby might be Joey from Friends. Bill was thrilled to hear that one. All other evidence is to the contrary and Bill is in denial. Here's the proof of a baby girl:

First, before I even knew I was pregnant, I did initiatory work at the temple. 4 out of the 5 names I did were some version of Maria (2 Mary's, a Marie, and a Maria). I have an Aunt Maria who just passed away a few years ago and her sister would be thrilled if we passed that name on to our child. I think it might go a long way in healing some old Greek wounds that fester now and again. When I got home and told Bill about it I was frustrated because I was sure I wasn't pregnant and thought it was a cruel joke. Bill suggested that it was just a prompting to call my aunt. That made me feel better, I didn't call, and then I was pregnant.

Next, I went back to do an endowment sessions for... yep, Maria somebody. That's 2! We started discussing names and I let him name the boy first: Payton Thomas (Thomas after my father and brother). The girl will be Anna Maria (I like a's, what can I say?).

Finally, last week I did more initiatory work. 5 names. The first name was Maria. And what do you suppose the next name was? Yep, Anna.

Poor Bill.

Fessing up

Yep, I've been sick. That was the begining of the non-post era of my life. I wasn't blogging and I wasn't really reading anyone's blog. I did a little emailing when I could sit up, but that was about it.



But that was over a week ago. I still have a cough, but I'm fully capable of throwing something frozen in the oven and cooking dinner and eating and sleeping. Surely I should be blogging, right? Nope. I'm lazy. My house is a wreck, my neck is aching, and I'm a whiny, fat, miserable pregnant person with over half of this 9 months left. Argh.



It all began during the sickness. I had this great set-up in my bedroom with the laptop at the foot of my bed open to my gmail account. I would lay around in a coughing stuppor waiting for "you've got mail" and then be delighted to communicate with the outside world. This really was all I could do because when I would talk I would lose control of the cough and not be able to breath. Then, I lost my internet connection from the bedroom. That stunk. It never came back and didn't work in the livingroom either. My head was still fuzzy so I just left the laptop out and went back to bed. Oops. Tasha was home, I was asleep, and she was bored. Several days later Bill went to investigate said problems with the laptop and wanted to know why there were keys missing. Oops.



So now I have to sit at the computer desk, cluttered with unopened mail and bills that need to be paid, looking at the wall and a really old gingerbread house that hasn't been thrown out yet. It's depressing really, so I don't like to go online. Plus, my blogline is set up on the laptop so it takes some effort to get to everyone's blog since I don't know the addresses. Basically I work off one or two blogs and look for comments and then click on their name to go to their blog.



And, to top it all off, when I go to post I get the "bad request" line from my computer. It tells me I'm either malformed or illegal. It just really doesn't like me. Probably because it knows how much I've been bad mouthing it lately.



So, sorry 5 friends that count on me to comment and post. I can't even put up a picture for Wordless Wednesday because all my pictures are on my laptop! I had to dig up a picture from Christmas to get my free 8x10 from Walgreens today. Blah, blah, blah. Whine, whine, whine.