randomness

i don't ever want to be part of a flash mob. or even witness one :| they make me sick and i don't know why (Dr Phil...?)

and i don't really think the talking dog video is that funny... and definitely not 'laughed till i cried' funny :| (honestly?)

today i wish i was in New York with Melissa and we were going shopping to Target or the Christmas Tree Shop (don't worry, it doesn't just sell christmas trees) or some other wonderful discount store. i think our husbands are like SOOOO lucky that we don't shop in fancy expensive stores (but they are more than welcome to shop at Tiffany and Jo Malone whenever they feel the need ;)

i can't believe Maria was married to that awful Arnold for 25 years before she realized democrats and republicans just should never mix ;) add to that that he's all puffed up and steroidy and European in the worst possible way - Maria, why did it take 25 years???!

i wonder, when i watch that boring 'Oprah: behind the scenes' show (i have watched it all of once... there was nothing on the DVR) if the staff realize that they are all about to be fired. they are such a bunch of yes-saying lemmings. do you think Oprah told them yet they are all about to be hopelessly out of work...? i wonder if - gasp - she's not really going anywhere...? and the final episode will be that she will be back in September!

i really really really want to drive from sea to shining sea this Summer (i just wish it wasn't still so far across the skinny southern part of the country... i get bored and run out of gum and get tummy ache from chewing too much gum after about 6 hours of driving...) but i am determined to do it ;)

my finger has been hurting like the dickens for a week. i kept just putting a band aid and a blob of neosporin on it, hoping for the best but this morning it is so hot you could fry an egg on it, and it's HUGE too. Aaron says i have an ingrown nail - but how do i get it out? it's all hot and swollen. must google - i hope the answer is something nice like 'rest, watch TV and eat plenty of chocolate biscuits dipped in tea' ;)

off to Trader Joe's. for flowers. for teachers. one per child made into a mismatched bouquet to show our appreciation for surviving bloody boogers, horrible spelling and the stench of 30 different lunches everyday ;) because nothing says thanks like a mismatched bouquet of straggly leftover from Mother's Day flowers :) back later xoxoxo