I Love Cartoons…..
Have a Spa Day, read a book, take a nap, enjoy the quiet, be with You for You.
Extreme Makeover:American Idol Edition
After America voted to give Sanjya the boot, he applied to be on Extreme Makeover. He felt like his career wasn’t going anywhere unless he radically changed his “look”. As unique and original as his previous look was with the fauxhawks and numerous other crazy hairdos, he took the criticism to heart and decided that the only way to please the judges was to become one!
Transformation after the jump….
What Angie would look like with a nose job and lipo
hello peoples im dan
hi I’m daniel sweet bippy son. i am sonic news editor i just wanted to say hi.
Oh Hi!
I didn’t see you there. No, I didn’t forget about you. Yes, I said I was blogging for 365 days this year, but you know how things go. We get busy, we work, and we have to sleep at some point, so by the time I catch up on my blog reading, it’s time to go to bed not post something. My Mom (CA Connection) has been gracious enough to post on the days it seems I am buried under my own laundry. I think Ill continue to let her post at will….I’m enjoying the surprise of opening my browser and seeing a post that I didn’t make! Fun stuff!!
Lots to do in the coming days. Hopefully I’ll update soon. Hey Mom? Let the good people know what I’m up to will ya?! Thanks! Love ya!
RED IS MY FAVORITE COLOR – LET’S DO IT!
Our heart’s may be tender but you gotta take care of it so it’ll beat to that different drummer, fill with love and joy, and most of all so your kid’s can put their heads to your chest and say “I feel your heart Mommy”. Give you and your family the gift of a healthy heart and lungs!
Made Me Laugh, but then I’M OLD!
quick! I have nothing to say…
i really should go to bed. I have to be up for work in the morning. I seriously never want to get out of bed when it is cold outside. I could and did stay in bed on Friday, like all day. Seriously.
ok, well that is all I have to say right now.
oh wait, ok there is one more thing. PMS sucks! The End.
What a gas!
Many years ago my cousins, sister and I were coming back home from a night of girly fun. We got out of the car and started to walk up the hill to my Dad’s apartment where I visited every other weekend for years. Out of nowhere someone called a race to get to the door first. Now being the top heavy girl that I was, one could only imagine the inertia generated by a quick running start. One could also surmise that I was not athletic as a teenager, so when we all started to run I got overly excited. Like a gun going off at the start of a race, I jetted out of the gate and took off surprisingly fast. Half way down the sidewalk, I started to slip on the recently watered lawn. Free falling to ground in slow motion I almost heard the theme song from Chariots of fire. I hit the ground and there I remained. Looking up I see my cousins and sister doubled over with fits of laughter and in between pointing and trying to feign concern for my face plant they make their way over to help. Not wanting to accept any help, I quickly roll over onto my hands and knees to get up and as I rock back to hurl myself upright, I do what every girl fears. I fart. Yes, that is right. I honked the horn of plenty as I attempted to get off the ground. We all rolled with laughter and up to that day when asked, “what was your most embarrassing moment?”, I didn’t have one. I knew from that day forward, I would never live it down.” Sure enough some 2o years later, I still get reminded of the time I fell down and farted on the way back up. I guess when you mix 4 girls, uncoordinated running, hysterical laughter and the motion of getting up, you toot. Who knew?
Moral of this story? Run slower and take bean-no before so there will bean-no after.