Tuesday, April 15, 2008

burn, baby, burn

My Bubba, age 4 1/2, likes to make his own special dipping sauce for chicken when we have it for dinner. He uses ketchup, barbecue sauce and a dash of Frank's Red Hot sauce. This was overheard at the dinner table last night:

Bubba dips his chicken in the "Bubba Sauce" and then chews for a long time.

My mother: So, how does it taste?
Bubba: Like FIRE!

Sunday, April 13, 2008

I pity the fool who don't click these links

I was watching reruns of 30 Rock on NBC's website and I discovered that you can watch full episodes of "If you're in trouble and no one else can help-and you can find them-maybe you can hire: The A-Team," "Battlestar Galactica" (all the Dirk Benedict you need!) "Buck Rodgers" (I totally wanted to be Erin Gray growing up!) and "Miami Vice!" I am so psyched. I loved the A-Team. And the token girl's name was Amy. It just didn't get better. Wish I had more free time. I could spend so much time watching those shows. I just don't have enough hours in the day.

Edited to add: If you go to hulu.com, you can see a few Fantasy Island Episodes. There are whole movies here! And it appears to be free!!!!!!

Time for me and the laptop to go on a vacation together.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Blogs, RIP




It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday...

The Angry Twins
The Donegal Express

Arthur and Tommissar, I'll miss you.

I guess I'll have to remove them from the blogroll.

my husband doesn't read my blog

It kind of bothers me. I try not to let it. He's busy and it's just a brain dump over here. But it's my brain dump and if he had a brain dump, I'd read it.

It's annoying that he doesn't stop by here.

I guess I can just use this space to rhapsodize about my mad crush on John Cusack, but my crush isn't as mad as Bossy's. I mean, I didn't make a You Tube video about it like she did.

Point of clarification: I would never leave my husband for John Cusack. But if I were to be widowed, I think John Cusack would make a great father for my children. I'm just sayin'.
Also, Scott does know about my crush on John Cusack. And he also knows about my crush on Steve Martin. But the Steve Martin crush is a secret because I think he might be older than my dad. Don't tell anyone, OK?
Do you think I'm looking for some attention? I might be. I should get back to work. I have a lot to do around here, actually.
'Bye, John. 'Bye, Steve.
Oh, and I'm back to blogging. Did you notice?