Interesting

I just googled myself and 3/10 of the top results were actually me.
That wasn't true a year ago.
I find that fascinating.

Confirmed

I've always wondered what people are doing when they read my blog.
At least one of you is naked.
May the rest of you always wonder....

How far would you go?

Further proof that motherhood has affected my sense of humor.

This is what happens when you google yourself

Glimpse of heaven?

I like this. And since I haven't had anything clever or witty to share and still haven't downloaded any pictures from our weekend with Abbie, here it is. Enjoy. Thanks, Katie.

If you liked it too, you can read more about it here.

I'm not sure if it's the hormones or the recent news that we may be able to see Troy and Faith and Yazzie home from Bangladesh this Christmas, but it actually chokes me up a little bit.

Promotion?

Just for the record, the power would definitely go to my head.

I don't mean to whine, but

I seriously think in hell, everyone will have mosquito bites on their toes for eternity.

Maybe it's all the rain, but seriously - where did these monsters come from? They just appeared, overnight. And they're HUGE. And my toes, well... they're in hell.

Riddle Me This

Why is it that whenever someone new can't remember my name, by default I am automatically Amy or Heather?
Without fail!
The only exception is when people mishear me on the phone and call me Sharon.
What I wouldn't give to be something more exotic or exciting. But to replace boring midwest name for another boring midwest name - it's just... well, boring and midwest.

another reason I'm not Buddhist

You should read This article, inspired by this article.
And then watch this, just for fun.

I had thoughts about this I was going to jot down when I first began this post... but now I'm officially motivated to call it a day and get home. So, talk amongst yourself. TGIF.

hormones make me cheesy

I've been humming this song for weeks - pretty much ever since Keith started his new job. It's been an adjustment for us - a new schedule, a new level of exhaustion, a shake up of household responsibilities, a new budget - the works. But it's been awesome. And to have a husband who comes home every day covered with dirt, but happy to his core to have done something productive makes my heart happy. And the truth is I love him to pieces.

And it's no surprise to anyone who knows me that mornings are not exactly my "best" time. I believe it was Wassa who said it best. "Watching Johnson wake up is painful. It's as if she's never had to face a morning before in her life. Each day, it's a new and traumatizing experience." (or something like that, right Wass?) BUT... even with 5 months with no caffeine (besides one moment of weakness and a can of mountain dew), I'm PRODUCTIVE in the morning! Getting to bed at 10pm is good for my soul. I still sleep in more than Keith and have to live with the daily guilt of my hour-long love/hate relationship with the snooze button. But I even TALK before getting to work. To the animals, of course. But this is like breaking new ground. And I'm not tired in the afternoon. And I'm happier. And I just feel like a good person, almost like I'm better than everyone else dragging in exhausted, almost like I jog in East Grand Rapids.

All of that to say, my morning-Susie-homemaker-self has been humming good ol' Kenny for quite some time because of the chorus, really. I remember Meghan declaring this would be her wedding song. For me, I feel as though it's my theme song this month. So I decided I better look up the lyrics. I read them today. And they made me cry.

I don't have any idea who won American Idol last night, but I'll bet you that person is no Kenny Loggins. And I'm here to say I wish there were more of him because Light Rock is where it's at!

Weird Dream

I haven't been sleeping too great lately, and have been having the strangest dreams.
Last night, I dreamt a vivid music video for Crash Test Dummies' "Mmmm" song.
You know the one...
"Once, there was this kid who
got into an accident and couldn't come to school..."

I have not heard that song anywhere but my dream, but I've had it stuck in my head all morning.

Now you do, too :)

new blog

Most of you are my friends because I like how you're sarcastic and witty. So I think you'll appreciate the new blog over there on the right called "stuff christians like."

So far, my favorite post is this one. I can't believe he didn't mention "the juice."

Life Lessons via ANTM

I caught an old rerun of America's Next Top Model last night. That's right, only one. A girl can only have one all weekend long marathon of Tyra clones in her life.

Nigel had the most remarkable comment. He said, "I think that some people may interpret your insecurities as bitchy."

I don't usually talk back to the television, but he got a big fat "well, duh!' out of me last night. Although as obvious as it seems, I"m really glad he said it. I think every girl should hear that. And they should hear that "bitch" is not a term of endearment. And I'm secretly glad Tyra heard it, too. That girl... Well, I'm not going to allow myself a soap box here. I think I just had to get my ANTM addiction off my chest. There, I feel better now. If you need a little pick me up, don't follow the Nigel link, just google him :)

Answered Prayer - the irrereverent kind

Working with "creatives" has its perks.
From my inbox yesterday:

Sweet dear toddler baby Jesus,

We thank you for creating days with those tiny, cute little fingers of yours that are attached to chubby little baby fat arms wrapped in cloths with a ray of sunshine mysteriously emanating from behind your head. We appreciate the decision to make days 24 hours long. It gives us more time to work our fingers raw, pull our hair out, scratch the retinas of our eyeballs, and generally put sweat equity into everything we do. But if there is anyway to make this day go faster, like with a magical mystical cute baby sneeze, or cute baby Jesus giggle, we'd greatly appreciate it. We desperately need a Friday cute baby Jesus.

In your name,
Amen

People are captivating

This proves it.

I'm published!

You've seen these before, but see the reprint on my new favorite blog.

I thought they were FRUIT of the loom

There's been a lot of Fruit Guys commercials lately.
Every time we see one, Keith and I get flustered by the brownish guy.
I mean - why are they the fruit guys, and there's TWO sets of grapes, and one... fig? Artichoke?
Well, I just have to say thank goodness for the internet.
He's a leaf?!

Get out.

I hate these commercials because they involve grown men dressed as fruit. And not just fruit - redundant fruit. Two grapes?!
But I hate them even more because they remind me of the worst Halloween costume ever.

cue flashback...
My friend Alissa was beautiful. She had long hair and freckles. She lived in a yuppy neighborhood that handed out real sized candy bars on Halloween. We went trick or treating there. She had the sweetest Pippi Longstocking get-up you can imagine. And it was all home made - she had pipe in her pigtail braids. It was hot. Everyone oohed and ahhed all over her that year.

And I just got a patronizing "And what are you?!"
Ooh, that would piss me off. I mean come ON! Was I NOT carrying a microphone? Puh-leez. And my face was painted purple.
Clearly I was a California Raisin.
Nevermind that my head... um... covering... was a cluster of grapes.
I don't really know why my mom let me wear a grape mask when I was trying to be a raisin, but in my 7 year old mind, it was clear as a bell.
It was the last year I ever went trick or treating.

And after all this, I'm feeling a bit convicted about talking so much smack about the leaf guy. I'm sure it all makes sense in the depths of a marketing plan somewhere. And the fact that the rest of us just don't understand makes me want to reach out and hug the ugly little leaf guy and offer him a Hershey bar.

Full size, of course.

Weng Weng

running is always funny

One more before I go

Have you seen this?!
I don't know why I love it, I just do.