Saturday, August 27, 2011

Bad Parenting 101

I'm the first to jump onboard for a good, offensive joke, but this... this disturbed me.


And keep your Wal-Mart bags inside the car, psycho.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Ted Bundy = Al Bundy, Often

A new brain association defect occurred to me last night as I braved the 116 degree heat advisory and plopped myself on the patio to take on a crossword. (In hindsight, it could have been the heat, but I'll admit, this isn't the first time this has happened.) Crossword Clue: Mythical cowboy Bill - 5 letters. Who was that folklore character with the blue ox? Was it Al Bundy? No... Ted Bundy. No... Paul Bunyan! I had completely derailed, as the answer turned out to be Bill Pecos, but that's beside the point. I placed these three very different gentleman in one association cortex of my brain. In fact, as I write and think of the three, it's hard to distinguish. It got me to thinking of the mysterious characters that live as one in the wonderful world that is my mind. To name a few..

Susan Sarandon = Sally Field




Michelle Branch = Vanessa Carlton 




Paul Bunyan = Ted Bundy = Al Bundy




Not sure there's a cure for this type of abnormality. Feedback from the speech pathologist, and dream weaver of the family welcome.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Let's Hear It For the Bells

I snapped a few unexpected photos at our last family trip to the beach. 
















Is it supposed to be this carefree after 40 years?
 
Actually, yes it is.

August 20, 1971- the world was forever changed. Happy Anniversary to a pair that still holds each others' hands and who doesn't fail to celebrate the blessing that is one another after 40... long... years. :)


Sunday, August 7, 2011

Sleep Habits: Right, Left, or Otherwise.

This morning, after a much needed lock-in with my girls this weekend (Spare me on lock-ins being only acceptable for teens, because they're not. They're awesome.), I found myself pondering the sides of the bed we choose to sleep on. We had all woken up, and subsequently piled into one bed to recap the evening. I asked my newly married friend which side was hers. Up front, it seemed like a quick surface-level, left/right force of habit or toilet paper over/under debate, but once I started thinking back, I realized I had always... always, always, always slept on the left. Searching back into memories of old apartments, dorm rooms, even quick vacations- I was always on the left. This seemed to apply both to the times when the left happened to be the furthest path from the door, and the most direct.

Anecdotes from my conversation this morning proved one of the other gals to be a right-side sleeper, and the other a lefty, like me. None of the ladies were switch hitters. We all had a side, and for as long back as we recalled, always stuck to it - subconsciously or otherwise. 

Why is this so curious to me? Is there some sort of history, or psychology to why we habitually select one side over the other? And are there those that sleep on both sides? Or (gasp), the middle?

Or perhaps it's coincidence that the three of us had solid left/right history. In any case... I will be getting to the bottom of this.

My mom will be happy to know at least one of her children is a lefty. Er, sorta.