You may know that I kind of like tags.
But do you all really care if I prefer milk or pop?
Autumn of Spring? I barely care myself.
But, once in a while a tag comes along that is different. And brilliant. And makes you smile a bit.
You are making your first album.
Follow these instructions:
1 - BAND NAME Go to "wikipedia." Hit “random article”or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.
2 - ALBUM TITLE Go to "Random quotations"or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.
3 - COVER ART Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4 - Use Photoshop or similar software to put it all together.
Here is mine:
Here is Madison's.
Monday, February 23, 2009
I'd say happy Monday, but it's not, so I won't. Im cranky. And crabby. Oh, and
don't forget tired. Oh so tired. Bone aching, eye burning, zombie walking tired.
Is this what all those celebs feel like when they are hospitalized for
"exhaustion"? Exhaustion meaning a drug and booze induced coma, but whatever.
Wasn't me who didn't want to go back to work this morning after 9 days off.
It wasn't me who was corrected by their 3 year old nephew because I didn't pronounce the word chorizo properly. As in I didn't have a Mexican accent.
I did not squirt hand lotion onto my hands when starting to wash them in the bathroom sink and then spend several seconds wondering why the soap wasn’t lathering.
Also, on Thursday afternoon I did not take my adorable 12 year old daughter to see Twilight, and loved it! I also did not giggle like a 13 year old when Robert Pattinson made his first appearance in the movie as the perfect teenage man/vampire Edward. Nor did I get completely giddy every time he smiled at Bella lovingly. Nope.. not me!
I am not so sick of sick kids and hubby....I love being the nurse to the family with not a chance of myself having time to be sick....and keeping the laundry up.
I definitely did not laugh as my toddler threw temper tantrums this week. Doing that would be heartless and wrong and I am not that kind of mother.
Friday, February 20, 2009
* She is a straight A student and always has been.
* She is a reader.
* She is a social butterfly.
* She is athletic...she swims, plays basketball, softball, ice skates and cheers.
* She is kind.
* She has uncontrollable hair.
* She is a friend to all.
* She has sent 1300 text messages in a week.
* She loves Jesus.
* She is 12 today.
* She is mine.
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She, oh she
Monday, February 16, 2009
Some people are of the impression that confession is good for the soul. Confession is good for the soul only in the sense that a tweed coat is good for dandruff--it's a palliative rather than a remedy. That being said, I prefer to deny, deny, deny.
This week, I did NOT actually, REALLY consider ramming the lady in front of me repeatedly at the Wal-Mart when she got in the express lane, pulled out a 20 dollar bill, and asked for change. Not dollar bills. Actual. silver. coins. Not just quarters.....really, I did NOT almost assault her, and need to be bailed out of jail.
It's not me who got 5 birthday presents from this fabulous guy who also happens to be my husband.
I did not come very close to putting black permanent marker on my lips. Life is not slightly hectic here in the morning before school, and I did not reach for my lip gloss, feel an object that felt like my lip gloss, and proceed to take the cap off and begin to put it to my lips before I figured out that the thing was not my lip gloss but actually a fine-tipped black Sharpie.
That was not almost a really embarrassing mistake.
I didn't stay home from church yesterday just because I'm paranoid that Elek will catch some little punk's germs from the church nursery. It's not Elek who gets sick within days of being in the nursery...every single time. Last time it totally wasn't roseola and a fever that went up to 104.8 that he didn't catch.
It's ridiculous to think that I called Madison this week on my cell phone, when I
was in our living room and she was upstairs, just because I was too lazy to go out there. That's silly and I certainly did not do that.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I've been calling Elek my monkey for over six months, I have decided he needs a collection of monkey related items. Here he is wearing a monkey hat, monkey pants and a shirt that reads "Mommy's Little Monkey." I don't go overboard or anything.
Monday, February 9, 2009
I did not stay home two days with a sick boy and not know what to do with myself. While not doing that, I did not completely empty my DVR.
I have not told several people lately that I'm so special Taylor Schools have given me next week off for my birthday. (There is no school next week) Also, I'm so important that the post office and banks are closed on my birthday too. (President's Day aka My Birthday)
I am not obsessed with my new camera.
I am not royally ticked off at a few people. It's probably not a good thing that I don't see them because there is no way that I would tell them off.
It was not me who was so deep in thought while taking a shower that I forgot to actually bathe. I did not actually step out of the shower and start drying off before realizing I had only washed my hair.
I surely didn't download pictures for 1 hour pickup at Walmart, only to leave them there for 2 days and finally picked them up....no, not me, I always pick them up precisely 1 hour after ordering and they NEVER have to call me to remind me they are there!
Well there it is, another "Not Me Monday!" Hope everyone has a great week!!!
Until our next adventure..........