Sithy Road

I just couldn’t resist.

I admit I am not a big fan of the Beatles, but this had me snorting coffee out through my nose.

Have a great day off 😀

On Angry Birds

I’m sorry. I just do not get it.

I understand it’s just a game, and that it’s fun for most people. But I view it like I do golf: hitting a tiny ball with a stick out 50 yards into a tiny hole would give me an aneurysm. And flinging a bird into a Lincoln Log structure to pop a few pigs would do the same. My Little One, however, loves that game, and plays it well. She has received the highest star ratings on most levels. And there is only one person to blame for this perfidy: my brother, the Angry Birds Master.

– I think about Angry Birds at least twice a day. Most of the time, I envision what type of Angry Bird a person would be if they were…well…an Angry Bird. So far, I have a few additions that I think would be excellent:

Flamingo: Tall, lanky, goofy
People Quality: Very analytical but not physically gifted. Doesn’t mind being slighted and shit on in life because they don’t know any better and don’t want to cause problems. Generally well mannered, but…common sense retarded.
Power: Schnoz of Reckoning

See what I mean?? He thinks about new Angry Birds characters!! Who does that? That’s rhetorical, by the way. I am sure I am in the distinct minority when it comes to this game.

If you want to have a good laugh, check out his blog, Killabee. He is a riot 😀

Being Happy

One of my favorite movies is Pollyanna, the story of a girl who always found a reason to be glad. I have always been of the opinion that happiness is all around: one just needs to find the right “fit”. Sometimes I am a grump, I admit, and don’t feel like looking for happiness in anything. Wallowing in misery is something I can do well, too. But it is so time consuming, and in the end no one, and I mean NO ONE is willing to put up with my doldrums, so what’s the use, right?? And that’s where Pollyanna comes in. It does take effort, but I do manage to find something that makes me happy at least once a day. I’m not happy all day, mind you, but I am happy every day.

Always, always, always look for a reason to be glad. I promise, the search is always worth it 🙂

Change is Good

Ever get stuck in a rut, and feel like your life is nothing but drudgery amid chaos, waiting for the maelstrom to drown you?

Yeah, me neither. But I do like to change things every-so-often. For years I have used plain white baking dishes because “white goes with everything”. BORING!!! But every time I saw a pretty set of oven dishes all I could think about was, “Will they go with everything?” And it came to my mind that it doesn’t matter if they do, as long as it cheers me up, and puts a smile on my face when I use them. I am now lightening the load of crap I have in the kitchen, so I can justify a pretty set of baking dishes.

Pretty, no? I still can’t decide between the square shape, or the oval shape. And that’s another thing… I tend to buy square and rectangle dishes all the time. I never get anything round or oval shaped. Asking Hubby what he thinks is out of the question because he will A– tell me he could care less, and B– tell me not to buy them.

Well, I may not get them after all, but it is nice to contemplate a small change once in a while.

And in case you didn’t notice, I did change my avatar 😉

Reading List: The Gals Edition

It has come to my attention that I haven’t made a list of must-read blogs for a quiet Sunday.

Probably because my Sundays are never quiet.

Anyway, I would like to share with y’all some of my favorite gal bloggers, the ones that never fail to bring a smile or make me snort laughing.

Autumn People is a gem. Nicole has the gift to make you smile in any situation, not to mention she is a dream of a chef.

Another dream of a chef is Groovy Noms. The Nomstress is not only a fabu cook, but regales us with homeschooling stories, as well as the happenings of her crazy cat.

Over at Fetch My Flying Monkeys, which is rated PG-16, Laura “dreams” of being a government assassin. I put that in quotations because for all I know she might be one already.

Koch’s Tour is filled with wonderful anecdotes from the point of view of a mom to four daughters. I am one of four daughters, so I relate to her in many ways!

Last but not least, Maggie’s Notebook is a politically conservative site. Maggie gives you a rundown on all the happenings in the political scene, as well as bringing humorous anecdotes from across our daily lives.

Stay tuned for next week when we do the Guys Edition! 😉

Time Doesn’t Flow Like a River

Holy canoli… I was sooo excited to get the kids back in school so I could have time to myself and be able to think again. Yesterday I finally had a chance to ZOMG!! watch whatever I wanted on the big TV. I have hundreds of channels to choose from, and On Demand as well as DVDs.

So what did I do? I put it on the news. After so long without the remote control, I found that I couldn’t even decide on some stupid show to watch. Before long, it was time to pick up the kids after school, and my chance to sing off key in Spanish while wearing a tiara had gone. Fortunately, I am starting to get back in the groove, and found a new project to do.

One man's junk...

Stay tuned tomorrow when I unveil my masterpiece!!

Saturday Sithy

As usual, Saturdays are a bit busy for me, so I thought I would post a bit of fun.

And I would own each and every one 😉

Have a great Saturday!

Near and Far

A while back, my friend Roamy suggested places we’ve been as a topic for the blog, and it got me to thinking. It’s tough to beat being raised in a tropical island, you know. This is the river in back of my elementary school:

The schoolrooms were a converted cockfighting arena (true story), but the view was totally worth it! Growing up in Puerto Rico, I had the chance to see beaches, desert, rainforest, mountains, valleys, rivers, lakes, all in the span of a day. It was wonderful.

Now that I am an Army wife, I get to see other places. Stationed in Europe, we got to see Germany, Luxembourg, Poland, Crete, France, Austria, and Italy. Personally, I had no desire to see Holland or Belgium. But I did wish to see Spain, and where my relatives came from. Still, I got to see a lot, and if I had to pick my favorite of all, I would have to say Poland.

It was like a page from a fairytale. And in that fairytale, the bad guys had been vanquished. I hope I get the chance to go back, and drink some Żubrówka, eat pierogies, and hear wonderful stories about Boleslawiec.

And what places would y’all like to visit?

Cast the Die

If you haven’t guessed by now, I like to play with the titles of my posts. The previous post was a reference to the Superman villain, General Zod. As usual, my friends Soylent Green and John began speculating on who would be cast as General Zod in the next (yet again) reboot of Superman, called Man of Steel.

I am a traditionalist. Some movies roles I believe are iconic, and and a remake of a film can be tricky when you cast the wrong actor. John had suggested Russell Brand, which made my hackles rise. I would rather clip my nails in a Cuisinart than see him in that role. General Zod was bigger than life! He was statuesque, commanding, and a hell of a lot more refined in his cruelty than Brand could ever portray on screen. I’m rather out of the loop on current film stars, but had thought that perhaps Samuel L. Jackson could do a good job. And then I found out who got the part:

Seriously??

Matthew Shannon, people. And he is supposed to be a seasoned general, a contemporary of Kal-El’s father, and a total badass. Oh, and this is Kal-El:

Not too shabby...

Henry Cavill, best know for his role as Charles Brandon in The Tudors. He has the looks, I’ll give him that. But seeing as Shannon is only 9 years older than Cavill, I don’t see how Shannon can be a commanding presence.

Of course, this is Hollywood. I could be wrong, but I don’t think so (*cough* Superman Returns *cough*) 😉

General Sod

Most of you will miss the reference in that title. I love being obscure. Anyway, yesterday, our lawn guy came by and did some major work outside. He trimmed the tree out front, cutting down the heavy lower branches. I can finally walk under that tree, when before I had to practically crawl. The kids were not happy to have the tree’s limbs cut, since they liked to climb up and hide in it. And to that I said, tough cookie. He also put down some rich soil and some new sod in the back yard.

My back yard looked awful. It was all covered in hay, with some stray spots of dirt peeking through it. Hubby had transplanted some grass, and it had taken very well, but with the drought the yard looked like it was waiting for either a cow to or a pyromaniac to come strolling by. And the pyromaniac would have been an improvement, y’all. But behold the beauty that is sod!

Ignore the garden hose. I have to water the yard every evening from now on for the next three weeks. The water company is going to just adore me.  Oh well, all in the name of beauty, right?

The funny thing is, the dogs will only “go” on the new sod. Ok, it’s not very funny, but at least it’s easier to go clean up 😉