Quite possibly one of my favorite blogs I've written. Not sure if it's my most absolute favorite, but it's up there. May seem silly, but it came to me after a LOT of pondering...
Monday, August 28, 2006 10:00 PM
Current mood: anxious Category: Games
So, last time I typed a blog about an overused word or phrase, it was just HELL! All Hell broke lose. It was just such a hell of a blog, it should have been damned into the lake of fire. Seriously.,,
Well, this time, let's focus on Heaven...
and Betsy.
Why? Why would we wish that Heaven come down to creation and meet up with Betsy?
1: Just who is Betsy. What kind of woman she must be for all of us to be demanding that heaven come to her, instead of her going there? No one is that special, I'm sorry. Get there the same way the rest of us are going, lady. Don't cut in front of me! The line is too long as it is!
2: How are we certain she is going to Heaven? Maybe she deserves fire and brimstone? Maybe a bolt of lightning is going to come out of the sky and smite us for actually calling down heaven on such a despicable creature? We don't know her heart, after all.
Bottom line. I don't know Betsy and I don't like the idea of her taking the easy way out. However, I just cannot help myself from saying this phrase. It just rolls off the tongue like sweet butter on a hot biscuit. Mmm.. homemade and old fashioned. Makes me feel....
People, are you kidding me? I feel nothing. Nothing but shame for saying something so stupid as "HEAVEN'S TO BETSY!"
Then again, hell isn't such a smart thing to say either.
And now I will continue with my mundane life... pondering the great mysteries and in sighting you all when they have been processed.
Much love to you, Betsy, and the Heaven's above... and may you have a good night.
When you are going to post a blog full of songs that creep you out, but yet you love so much... first of all, include them all. How could you forget this one?
Second, after writing the blog, don't sit and watch stupid suspenseful movies with Bobby. He already made you watch another cheesy one earlier in the day. Why watch another?
Third, when you are laying in bed quietly thinking to yourself of your "To-Do" list for the next day, do not be startled by how creepy Bobby's random sudden laugh is when he remembers a silly occurrence with your son earlier in the day. There is no reason Bobby's laugh should scare the crap out of you now, you've been hearing it for years. Just because you are laying there in solemn and out of nowhere this loud eerie noise and breath tickle your ear, you should still not have the crap scared out of you!
Fourth, why would you be surprised that Bobby would take every chance for the 30 minutes following the occurrence with the laugh and the scream to scare you? You should know better! Though you were right to not let him fall asleep before you.
Fifth, make sure you tell Bobby "Happy Valentine's Day". Give him a big hug and kiss. Also be sure to tell him you love him. Thank him for letting you sleep in and making the most delicious scrambled eggs you've had. After all, he knew you were on a low calorie diet and took extra measures to make the entire meal healthy. He's such a swell guy. Going to all that trouble and even leaving 14 videos on your facebook wall while you were sleeping. You are, most certainly, the luckiest girl in the world!
Love,
Angie
P.S. Next time you go to the store, could you please remember to pick up a shower cap? Thanks.
Just felt like making a public proclamation of some of my favorite songs, that just so happen to be creepy...
Okay, I love this song... and I love Stryper. (Yes! I said it! Gotta problem?) I can't put my finger on the reason why this song gives me the creeps though. But just in the same way that some people will watch a scary movie to feel scared even though they hate it, I listen to songs that creep me out. Maybe that is why sometimes I find myself playing this song on repeat for an hour or so...
I don't think this song needs an explanation. If a guy told me he wanted to be my mother, I think I would have ran. Then again, a lot of my ex's were really strange... and rather creepy... maybe I should seek therapy.
This song gives me the heebee jeebies, but I have to hear it once in awhile. (Please note: Commentary & emails on what this song may or may not say backwards and how Christians shouldn't listen to it is not welcome. Been there, thanks.)
This song makes me cry, in a sad scared way, but I love it! (I know Kathy loves it, too!)
The first time I heard this song, I was listening to the radio as I was falling asleep. I was awake for HOURS after.
Even before Bobby came along, these two songs were those types of creepy songs I loved. They're just that much more creepy now...
As I'm writing this blog, my friend/sis Emily posted this one on Facebook. I completely forgot about it! Creepy, though not as much as others. Mostly funny, silly. Gotta love it, though you really don't want to...
I think the title of this song, and the tune, are enough to creep anyone out. How I love it so, regardless...
Stalker, much? Yeah, definitely. Still catchy!
Apparently it's impossible to embed "The Kill" by 30 Seconds To Mars. I think this is my favorite creepy song... here's the link.
The Police: The godfather's of creepy songs...
It's quite possible this song was written by someone who was a seasoned stalker. Obviously not as seasoned as Bobby's ex-girlfriends, but seasoned. Seriously, who in their right mind would sing this? Obviously, your baby doesn't want to be found. Still, it's one of those songs that when, way back when - once upon a time, I had a desk job it would play in the background on KOST or KBIG and I would be more motivated instantly. I also walked around the rest of the day with it in my head. Totally creepy. I would love to hear a "devotion" of this song on the radio, just to hear what a real life freak's voice sounds like. (Wait, I just remembered... I worked for years to get away from freaks. Don't need more, I'm good.)
Now, I don't dance... but this song makes me dance...
Once again, a song that is impossible to find that can be embedded. This has to be the most popular love song... ever. Heck, I won't lie, it was played at the reception at my first wedding. LOVE THIS SONG! But listen to the lyrics... seriously? Click Here!
Awww... who doesn't love this one? One of mine and Bobby's favorite on the creepy list...
This one always makes me want to run away and hide in a closet while I cry and pray for safety... but once again, I'll hit "back" on the player and listen to it a few times before I move on to the next.
Bobby feels I should include this one... so here you go...
I used to love this song. Thank you, Geico, for ruining it for me. :(
Ewww...
And yet another...
And another...
LOVE this one...
Ohhh yeah. Can't forget this song...
I absolutely love this song... but once again I can't place why it gives me a creepy feel...
This song creeps me out, but just because when I was younger I believed the urban legend that a woman was murdered while it was recorded... Click here for urban legend info...
Well, I think that is all I have for tonight... expect a sequel to this blog in the future... Or don't.
UPDATED: Just to add this one. Can't believe I forgot it!
Okay, here is where I'm going to warn you with the TMI alert.
I've had 4 children. I have a little patch of spare skin. Nothing like Kate Gosselin, don't worry, but a teeny tiny one. (No, I'm not posting photos.)
My statement was that even though it has been shrinking significantly in the last few months, and more so with all the weight loss, that it will never completely go away.
What I said next was "When we're done having children, I'm cutting it off."
Bobby & I earlier this week
This is where all men should learn to listen to their wives, because obviously Bobby wasn't and thought I was referring to, um, something else. I wish I had taken a picture of the look on his face before I explained what I was really talking about...
My reply is I just created a new brand. No harm, no foul.
Don't worry, cause I'm right here. Yes, right here. Right here at home.
Disclaimer: This post was not "triggered" by any one person's words or such. It was just randomly thought out while doing some (once again, dangerous) thinking. Possibly by playing a wee bit too much Rock Band. But who's to say what is too much? Hmm?
I'm feeling silly, in case you haven't noticed. Having a good high calorie meal at the local Red Robin after 1 1/2 weeks of dieting might do that to you. A blog on that topic is to follow in the next few days...
Tommy has been repeating the same 3 phrases A LOT lately. He is often letting us know he is sorry, thankful, and that he loves us. That is, in addition to making it clear to us that he has no interest in counting from 1-4, but is skilled to boast the number 5-9 and what noises trains make.
All of Tommy's "Thank yous", "I love yous", & "I'm sorrys" warm my heart at how sweet of a guy he can be. He even says thank you to your thank you. (He doesn't quite know "your welcome" yet...) In fact, just the other day I was getting on to him for doing something he wasn't supposed to. I took away his toy and sat him on time out, at which point he took a breath between wails and said through his tears "THANK YOU". Though I'm thinking he might of been so upset and didn't realize he wasn't saying I'm sorry. When he tripped on his brother's seat, he turned, hugged Johnny, and said softly "I'm sorry". And the abundance of hugs and kisses that go along with his repetitive exclamation of I love you brings one of the greatest feelings a Mom could ever have.
It just makes you wonder... What would the world be like if all of the grown ups used these phrases more often and freely? Just three simple little phrases. I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure this planet would be a lot more friendly, less stressed, and willing to help those in need instead of only looking out for #1.
I know, personally, I'm going to make an effort to use these phrases more. You?
So, I'm sitting here eating some good ol' cheez-its and thinking of how wonderful of a salty snack they really are. I mean really. Think about it. What is better than cheez-its? Not a whole lot!
Cheez-its have probably been my favorite snack cracker my entire life. I loved them as a kid, as I did just about anything cheese related.
One night, my brother Jared and I were enjoying a box of tasty treats when the horrid realization that we were down to crumbs had come to our attention. Knowing it wasn't likely to happen, we asked the adults in our home to take us to the store to get some more. My Mom was tired from working all day, and our Grandparent's looked at us like we were pretty much insane. I asked if I could make a grilled cheese sandwich then. They granted permission and off to the kitchen I went...
Well, somewhere in the hall way the brilliant idea occurred to me that I could MAKE cheez-its. I mean, how hard could it be, right?
I got out the velveeta, cut it into tiny squares, and placed them on the griddle. Then I loaded on the salt. I was CERTAIN this was going to be fantastic. I had visions of my recipe being listed in the church potluck cook book. I mean, this was going to be the perfect snack, even better than the name brand, right?
Well, Jared was a little skeptical. He felt the need to feed a few pieces to our gold fish Jaws. (Jaws never ate fish food. He ate our left overs. I'm not lying. That fish lived over a year merely on our left overs! He was a carnival prize and lived on green beans, cheese, bread, etc.)
Jaws ate them up. We tried a few, were enjoying our delicacies, and in heaven. I'll never forget what happened next. Jared went to drop another piece in Jaws cereal canister (Like I said, carnival prize. He was one of 100's. My Grandma refused to invest money in a fish that could pass any day...) and it splashed. SPLASHED! Fish water ALL OVER the griddle and plate. I cried.
Naturally the grown ups thought I burned myself cooking, came running, and were horrified. I wasn't allowed to cook again for awhile. Apparently fried cheese is a greasy mess, and is FAR from a healthy cracker snack.
Just felt the need to share that story. Poor Jaws. Probably died of a heart attack due to clogged arteries after all the junk we fed him.
I hereby declare this pregnancy hormone awareness day!!! (Go through the videos in order for full effect...)
First, the song Bobby sang to me the night we got married. I know, awww... It just happened to be playing in the limo, and being nervous he sang along. This song always just makes me smile.
Now, to make you sad: You have to watch them in the exact order... Better yet, look them up for better quality versions...
Stop what you're doing! Put down the knife! Do NOT slit your wrists! "But why?!" You ask? "WHY did we have to go from happy to sad in 1.2 seconds flat?" I'll tell you why... Because that's what it's like! Not fun, is it?
Now, cheer up and watch this:
Fun! YAY! Happy! Weird, creepy, silly, but HAPPY!
Everyone getting on your nerves?
Angry and ticked, huh? But at least you feel vindicated... Don't be mad at me! I could have used a lot of worse songs just to make you feel anger! Trust me!
OK, Ignore the weird graphics...
Naturally, you worry just what that baby will look like...
Then you remember, everything will be fine...
Besides, if you're having one of Bobby's kids at least, it's inevitable...
That was just strange, and you can't explain it. You don't feel bad, but not quite like yourself either...
But who cares, you're STARVING!!!!
Now you're feeling sleepy...
What just happened? Why is it every time you fall asleep you wake up more confused? Stupid pregnancy dreams...
WAKE UP! You're nesting! Time to CLEAN!
Your husband thinks you are most certainly and definitely CRAZY!
Would not be complete without this...
Who doesn't feel happy and complete after hearing "Hysteria"? Oh yeah, that's just me... anyways...
And now, for at least a few moments...
But, here you are, and it is well...
And now, you have officially experienced a full mood swing. Congratulations! Were you truly pregnant, you would feel this way CONSTANTLY... never ending... it's such a beautiful process, isn't it? That's why to your husband you dedicate this:
Yesterday Tommy & I ran to the store, and on the way home I decided to listen to the radio. Well, first song to make me cry, naturally, was Darius Rucker's "It Won't Be Like This For Long". I have 3 children, and often long for those days I just couldn't wait to pass... like the first night home with each of them. There I was, bawling on the freeway, while Tommy "sang" along in his car seat behind me.
Well, here's where it gets even stupider... more stupid... whatever! (You don't even know how to SPELL! (What I apparently yelled at my sweet husband in my sleep last night...))
When Bobby and I had been married about 6 months or so, his first father's day as Jeff & Becca's step dad, he made a list of songs he wanted me to hear that either he just liked in general or reminded him of me while I made him a father's day dinner. One was a Brad Paisley song. Since then when I have heard it, I kind of think "awww". Well, yesterday a DIFFERENT Brad Paisley song played on the radio... and there I was, deliriously confused and sobbing at how lucky I am to have him and how far we've come in the last 2 years and 4 months... It wasn't until HOURS later that I realized IT WASN'T EVEN THE RIGHT SONG! Boy, did I feel stupid. I cried for NOTHING! He laughed at this when I told him, I was mad. Gotta love hormones....
So, tell me, which Brad Paisley song do you think was the right one, and which one the wrong?
So here I am, writing a quick blog as Tommy sits next to me on his horsey. He loves this toy! He's also been carrying on "conversations" with me as he sits here. I was working on my "to do" list for the next week and when I would ask him if I was forgetting anything he would exclaim "YEAH!" I'd then ask, "Okay, what is it?" He would then go on with what appeared to be a tangent or an excitable need using hand gestures and all. Bobby and I were laughing so hard, trying to guess by his hand gestures what he could be saying. Break dancing? Learn Karate? Do the robot? He needs Ritalin already? There is no telling, but this kid is so much fun. He brings back so many memories of Jeff and Becca at this age, but yet all three are so different.
Also, just as my children are all different, so are my pregnancies. So many people, my Dr included, refer to me as an "expert" or such in this area. Yes, I do have quite a bit of experience from all of my pregnancies, miscarriages, childbirths, and newborn care. But expert? Just last night I was thinking "I have no idea what to do!" No, it wasn't an emergency. I just seem to be carrying very differently than I have with any of my other pregnancies. None of my pants fit right! I had to go out and buy a new pair that have a different belly panel than any other pair I've had so that I didn't feel confined. I'm much more tired than I remember being with any of the others, and the pregnancy dreams are different also. Every child is a gift from God, I just can't help but wonder what God has in store for this child and our family. So exciting!
I can never blog enough about how blessed I am to have the man I married. He's been in so much agony this week with health & dental issues but still makes an effort to pitch in and be a supporting husband & father. In today's world, this is such a blessing. So many men only care about themselves. I hope I never take him for granted, though I doubt I will because each day he does something that reminds me how lucky I am... and I doubt he even realizes it.
I can't believe in 2 weeks both of my little boys will be a year older. Their birthdays are just 2 days apart. Tommy will be 1, but Jeff, my first baby, will be 8. I still remember 8 years ago right now, being 1 day from my due date and crying, begging, pleading with him to JUST BE BORN! At the time I just couldn't wait to hold him and kiss him and love him forever. Now I'd do anything to hug him everyday. He knows Mommy loves him though.
Tommy's birthday party planning is just about done. I've purchased all the decorations and favors. The day before the party we'll buy the food, etc. Sometime today or tomorrow Bobby and I plan to go down and order the cake. It's gonna be such a fun day!
One little tidbit I need to throw in... I have found that all I need to make me smile, whether I'm happy, sad, or somewhere in between (which could be all of those in 5 minutes thanks to stupid pregnancy hormones, lol), is Tommy touching his belly button and saying "beddybuddon!" He doesn't seem to realize it is two words, and he's so serious when he says it that I can't help but giggle. Now I'm working on teaching him to say "one" and hold up his index finger when someone asks how old he is. He could care. LOL.
Well, time for me to log off of here! Have lots to do and need to start preparing things for dinner. I promised Bobby oven fried potatoes and eggs. (The recipe can be found here.) They are rather scrumptious and have quickly become a favorite in our home!
For quite some time I have made quite a bit of fun of the snuggie. The first time I saw the commercial I wet my pants (Literally. Not a shock for those of you that know me...) and have made fun of anyone Bobby or I knows that owns one.
This was no secret to my parents...
Friday night Bobby and couldn't figure out why they were calling us into one of the back rooms when they usually come out to us. Lo and behold, there they were, both wrapped in Snuggies. I thought I was going to die from the laughter, until Dean said that one of them was mine.
WHAT?!
OK, I'm not going to lie. My first thought was "It actually isn't a bad idea, as long as no one has to know." But then I got home and was so cozy and comfy I just had to share it with the world. My only complaint is that I'm so short I really can't get up and walk with it. That would be great!
So, yes, I'm a nerd. I look like I'm part of a cult or a Trekkie. But hey, at least I'm WARM!
Just one of my many wish lists on the web... "Fake shopping" by creating wish lists can be oh so much fun... and therapeautic! Kind of like blogging... ;)
anxious
