Sunday, August 26, 2007

Go forth and be rude.

I was just scrolling through some messages on a forum I've been a member of for a while now. There was a discussion started by a woman who works at a Starbucks. She had a really rough day today with rude customers. I worked in food service once, so I know how that goes and can empathize.

But at the end of her post, she tells us about a man and his family on their way home from church, who treated her like total garbage at the drive-thru window. He was so nasty to her that she started to cry. I'm not even going to type what foul name he called her as he drove away. She also mentioned something about the "rude post-church crowd" she encounters every Sunday.

As I was reading this, I got all teary and felt sick to my stomach. Seriously. I'm tired of Sundays being the worst day to work in the restaurant industry. Why...WHY as Christians aren't we treating people like Christ would? Why do our waiters and waitresses get less tips on Sundays? Why do non-church going people dread working Sundays because they expect the worst? This is wrong!

But.....I also find it very disturbing that because I am one of the church going Christians, I'm lumped into this "rude church people" crowd. It's not fair, all around.

Christians, start treating people in the way that you were commanded to do in the Bible. Others, please don't assume that all of us Christians act like this. We don't, and I'm sorry about the rudeness of some that have caused you to believe this.

Friday, August 24, 2007

A peeping tom!

Or....a peeping mantis! This little guy was peering into Xavier's bedroom window as we were cleaning it.

Isn't he cute? We named him P Man. Get it?

What are you lookin' at?

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Hello, storm.....and other things.

This is what the beginning of a storm looks like when it's approximately 70 miles away.

This part is a little closer.....

I enjoy a good storm, although I just heard on TV that there are some tornado sirens going off in Livonia or something. Eek!

In other news, they're still looking for our scary ex-con felon prisoner bank robber guy. This dude robbed some banks, rented a house in my city, and has been living off the thousands of dollars he's stolen from banks. It's crazy to think that this guy could have easily been my neighbor. The US Marshall has been around, as well as lots of scary looking choppers flying about. Strange times in Newport.

Oh, I made these today:

And as of right now, there will be no more cupcakes in my near future. After many attempts to eating healthy these past few months, I'm finally ready fo' real. I'm currently reading Breaking Free from Emotional Eating by Geneen Roth. I'm enjoying it, in a sad, dark kind of way. I guess if you suffer from any kind of addiction or eating disorder, you probably know what I'm talking about.

We're finally starting to paint the inside of this house. It was built almost 2 years ago, and we haven't painted anything. It came with lovely off-white flat paint walls, that with 3 children, have become a mess. We started with the girls' room and next is Xavier's. Then it's onto the living areas of the house. We still don't have a back yard, but whatever. I've given up on that. Maybe someday the Landscape Fairy will visit us and surprise us with some grass, or something.

Alright. The end.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007


So I'm sitting here, at my computer, in the tiny little town of's about 1:30am, and I'm up waaaay too late, trying to figure out my fantasy football draft order, when suddenly I notice some breaking news scrolling across the bottom of the tv screen.

"The residents of the Monroe County community of Newport......" (Newport?? heart dropping into my stomach now) "...are being asked to stay inside their homes tonight....." (heart AND stomach, both dropping down to my knees now.....oh my gosh! There's something wrong at the Fermi nuclear plant in my back yard ohnoez!) "......Monroe County sherriff department is searching for a bank robber on the loose." (Ok, better than Fermi blowing up and half of Michigan melting down, I guess....but still.....ohnoez!!!) "Residents are asked to turn all of their outside lights on...." (Gulp. I'm not leaving this chair right now, thankyouverymuch.)

I had to wake Craig up to walk me around the house to make sure all windows and doors were locked and all the lights were on. He wasn't thrilled with that, but oh well. I'm not in the mood to entertain dangerous criminals tonight. In fact, I was just getting ready to snuggle into my comfy bed.....but now.....eeek!

I think I'll keep working on my fantasy football homework.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Racing to the Rainbow

The twins love the Wiggles, and have never seen them live on stage before. Daphne went a few years ago, so it was their turn. Three months ago when I bought the tickets, I made the mistake of telling them right away. So at least once a day I was asked "Today we go to Wiggles?" Well, the day finally arrived and they were geeked.

Then, we got there. They came out on stage. Nothing. Zoe and Xavier stared at them for a bit, and then drifted off into la-la land. They didn't want to dance. They didn't want to sing. They knew the words. They've been practicing them now for 4 years. It was quite sad!

But then, it happened. They started singing "Dancing with Wags the Dog" and look's as if they finally realized where they were.....doh!

So from then on, that had a fabulous time. Including myself. We had 7th row this year. Much more fun than the nosebleeds we had for poor Daphne.

Here is a super fantastic slide show....



Tuesday, August 14, 2007


I've been told that I need to have a blog, other than a MySpace blog. So here it is. The content will be the same as the other blog, so don't bother reading both unless you're a really huge fan of my ramblings and want to read them twice.

Occasionally, if I'm not in a bloggy mood or have nothing to say, I'll post some of my past favorites over here. Maybe for fun in November, I'll post the series of blogs I wrote when I had that 6 week plague last year. Best time of my life.