Friday, August 29, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
I don't know about that, exactly. A person would be a pretty big liar to have that title. And it's not nice to call names. How do you know she's back in the races?
It said on Grandpa's TV. Hey, my Duck for President book! I haven't seen that in a long time!
Do you want to tell me anything else about Hillary Clinton?
Ummm, I don't have any other information.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Give me a kiss goodnight, Wee Man.
Well, may I give you a kiss?
My teeth are shiny.
Alright, then. See you tomorrow.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Miss O: No, Wee Man, that's not it at all. You see, the sun is very far away. We are really driving past the sun, because the sun doesn't move, but because the sun is so big and so far away, and we are so tiny, it looks like the sun is moving with us. But it doesn't. It's not even actually moving. Do you understand now? It's called science. And girls can totally be spectacular at science. Just like boys, but better.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
She tried them on in the store, and ran around like a happy-footed lunatic, shouting, I LOVE THESE SHOES!!!! THEY ARE SO COMFORTABLE!!!! I WILL WEAR THEM IN MY SLEEP!!!!!!
Monday, August 11, 2008
And now I have to turn around and kiss some other people square on the booty. So here goes:
Jen from Breed 'Em and Weep. This mama has been having a crappy time of it, and that is a total understatement. She's getting a divorce, and she writes about it with such grace and love and dignity. And the writing, people, the writing this woman does is powerful. So if you can't get off the interwebs for 25 minutes a day to read real books, at least go over and read the literature that pours from her fingertips.
Cat, from Pink Asparagus. Because man, let me tell you, that girl has flair. And she likes pink and Tarzhay and accessories. And I heart her haiku.
Next up, The Well-Read Hostess. Because I said so. Her commentary on, heck, anything under the sun is worth reading.
Fourth is one of my favorite smart-asses, The Hotfessional. She's just funny, that's all, and she stalks her across the street neighbors and flips people off during teleconferences, and stalks her neigh... oh, right, I mentioned that. Hotfessional also has alopecia areata and talks about that sometimes, but not in a whiny pissant sort of way. She's brave and awesome.
I'm supposed to give this award to five bloggers, but since That Girl was tagged, and she already tagged Black Hockey Jesus, Maggie, Dammit, and The Mister, I'm going to just stop at four. So there.
And I'm also supposed to say that the Kick Ass Blogger Award comes from mamadawg. So now you know.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Miss O has discovered... GASP!!!! ... boys.
HELL'S to the NO, BATGIRL!
Miss O, which boy did you kiss?
His name is Mike.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Planted, covered with straw, not hay.
Autumn Beauty Sunflowers.One of the onions grew a flower.
This is not in the garden, either.
Well, it's in my Front Yard Garden.
If you want to be picky and stuff.
Almost a zinnia.
Actually a zinnia.Mammoth Dill.
It's getting to be mammoth.
Almost as mammoth as moi. Cabbage.
As if we don't have enough gas without it.
In this time of inflation, we can all appreciate cheap, clean gas.
It's all about economy, baby.
Or yummy cabbage fried in butter.
Because you can't really have enough of those guys. Howden pumpkin flower.
Not an actual dead animal.
However, every time I almost step on it, I throw up a little.
Because usually when I almost step on something,
it's actually a dead animal.