5 Things: Angels We've Not Heard On High

1. Got the best Christmas card ever from my mom & stepdad. Hence today's title.
2. My cats heard me sing "Coal Miner's Daughter" at least 100 times today at the top of my lungs and not one of them complained once. Not a single time.
3. 10 days till Christmas.
4. Did you know that when your sweaty armpits stink, it's not actually your sweat that smells? Bacteria live there and digest perspirated sweat and the odor comes from what they excrete. FOULLLLLLL.
5. I started a political blog. You should read & "follow" it. pollytickchick.blogspot.com.

Looks like I'm a lil more boring each day... Great.

Tyra, Tyra, Tyra.....

December 14, 2010. 0 degrees. 2 ft of snow. 60mph wind. None of those are in the top 5 awesomest things about my day. Just thought I'd share.

1. (Ok, technically this should have been said yesterday, but I kept it just in case I drew a blank today) Quote: "It's reminiscent of Scotland and all the men there in their Irish kilts." ~Tyra Banks
Do I even need to comment on that?
2. (This is why I had to save something. Absolutely nothing happened today. And let's be honest...that first one is sufficient enough to cover five things.)
3. My sister dyed her hair and it looks su-weet.
4. Ok, so maybe 2 feet of snow on the ground really is awesome......gorgeous, actually. It's the 0 degrees + 60mph winds that are not-so-much awesome.
5. Watched "The Other Guys"... hiLARRRious. I miss Michael Keaton. Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice!

Introducing 5 Things!

Of all the people in the world, I would have thought I would be one of the ones who blogged and blogged and blogged to her heart's content.....but I can't get into it. I have a ton to say....really, I do. I just can't make it happen. So I'm taking a new approach. I will MAKE myself blog. I will, I will, I will. But here's how it's going down. I've decided that each day (or at least on the ones I feel like it? Wait, no, everyday.) I'm going to share with the world the five awesomestliest things of my day. Maybe something I ate.... Maybe something I saw..... Maybe something I did.... Maybe something I was told.... Maybe something I read.... Maybe something I learned... The possibilities are endless. And awesome will abound. I'm sure of it.
So without further adieu (does that mean without further goodbye?), the innaugural 5 Things:


1. My cousin Daniel's Facebook status (slightly edited for language): "Facebook should have a, Your dumb button." Oh, the irony. (Sorry, cuz...loves!!)
2. Someone married Danny Bonaduce?! On purpose?!
3. I didn't puke once today. (If there had been a "5 Things" yesterday, you would understand why this is awesome.)
4. The highest temperature I saw today was 9. Currently it's 4. 60mph winds. At least 20" of snow. Hurricanes are for wimps. Try it at -15* & dumping snow. Now THAT'S a party.
5. It's my awesomest stepdad's birthday. HaPpY BiRtHdAy, Papa Noyes!

**BONUS!!** (This may evolve shortly to 10 Things rather than 5...) My friend Thad, a.k.a. "Bodie" Vance was given a potential surgery date to remove the cancer in his colon. AWWWWWWWESOME! This maybe should have been #1...oh well..when it's definite, it'll be #1.

I may have overstated the awesome a lil. Except for that last one...that's pretty awesome.

Twinsies!

If someone gets a tattoo portrait of their identical twin, isn't that sort of conceited? Like, doesn't that require a disclaimer caption with it, like.. "This is not me, it's my twin."? I mean.... Most people get portrait tattoos so they can have that person "with" them all the time; the tattoo is a permanent reminder of that person. If you're a twin, can't you just look in the mirror? WAY cheaper. Way.

4 Tires Are Better Than 2

So my husband and I just spent 10 days in the panhandle of Florida. LOVE! One night we were driving back from dinner on a 4 lane highway (*highway!*), just cruising at 65 or whatever the speed limit was, the ONLY vehicle on the entire road in either direction, so we're just chillin' and BAM! There's a moped right in front of us. In our lane. Going 20. Seriously. That dude was SO dead if there hadn't been a lane for us to swerve into to avoid turning him into a mancake (get it? pancake? flat? like flat as a pancake? like he would have been if we had hit him?), which brought two things to mind, one of which is some of the best advice my mom ever gave me...
One, Florida and/or the whole world should maybe require lights that are actually VISIBLE TO OTHER DRIVERS if they're going to allow (let's be honest) D.U.Ikes on main roads. I'm just sayin.
And two, (here comes the lesson) I went shopping with my mom a few months ago before an afternoon doctor's appointment. One thing my mom has always tried to instill in me is the importance of being on time. I fail. A lot. A WHOLE lot. Well, basically almost always. OK, always. Always. I'm ALWAYS late. There, I said it...happy? Anyway, I was the chauffer this particular day (because my mom's driving...well...nevermind...*love you!*). I was driving her back to her car and we were on a curvy road. I may have been pushing it a lil to avoid being late (shopping was done on time...but then I *had* to have Kilwin's ice cream), or it may just be that my mother is the most nervous car passenger in history (again, love you!), but anyway, we rounded a curve and BAM! A cyclist (in my lane....going 1/10th the speed limit...but that's another blog, whatever...). Anyway, we rounded a curve and there was a cyclist. Mom jumped in her seat, grabbed the door with one hand and the dash with the other and said, "Don't hit him, you'll be late for your appointment!"
Sweet.

On Days Of Old

Do you ever get nostalgic for something that was prime dank back in the day? Something you wouldn't be caught dead owning, but you find yourself sort of missing it?
I was thinking of something tonight that led me to the memory of those t-shirts back in the 80s that had been cut on the hem & sleeves...you know, like, fringed...and each fringe was host to 3 or 4 plastic beads... Remember those? They were usually a bright neon and had some the name of vacation spots that were about as cool as the shirts... Myrtle Beach... Gatlinburg... Cherokee... and the really good ones had some airbrushing involved. Maybe a nice rainbow or unicorn. Man, I miss those shirts. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't dare waste a dollar on one, but I gotta say.... I'd pay ten or twenty to see someone cruisin' the strip in one right now.
Who came up with that crap?? Someone just thought one day, "Man, my t-shirt's too quiet. That sucks. This t-shirt is too cool to be shut-up. It should make some noise. Hey, let's put some beads on it." ...and the life of the bead-filled shirt began. I wonder if they were heavy...from all the beads. And did it not hurt when all those plastic beads slapped your skin? Or did all the flinging fringe serve as little mini-fans cooling you off while you ran? Was it easier to rock a baby to sleep in one because of the rhythmic slap-slap of the beads against one another? Come to think of it, those shirts probably came in handy in a lot of situations. Like keeping bears away. They say to make a lot of noise to scare off bears... and a lot of times when people are confronted by a bear, they forget everything they've ever learned about what to do when you see a bear and they either just freeze or run. You wouldn't even have to think about it in a beaded-fringe-unicorn tee (that says Girls Just Wanna Have Fun on the back); you do the running and the shirt takes care of the noise part for you! Disaster averted. I mean, unless you freeze, in which case the shirt would also freeze, until the bear started eating you...at which point I doubt the beady slap-slap would really be effective. Maybe we should bring them back -I hate to say "in-style" because they weren't so much- but bring them back into existence. I think I might. I could make some bank....there are plenty of young chicklings who missed the first go 'round that would eat them up if I put Justin Bieber on the front. Too bad I missed the "Yes We Can" market. Why didn't I think of this sooner? Man.... Wait, what am I saying?? Ugh! Must. Go. To. Bed.... 2:55am, fever, puking for days does not good business decisions make..but the vision was nice while it lasted.

Redistribute This....

Unless you were born last year, you are aware of our President's desire and agenda for the "redistribution of wealth" in America (if you were born last year, stop here). From the beginning I have disagreed with the concept for a number of reasons (none of them greedy or coldhearted), but I have since realized that the intent behind the President's push for the redistribution of wealth is in fact, not for reDISTRIBUTION at all. It's reSTRICTION of wealth that he wants. Obama and his fellow socialists in Washington (prove he has no socialist agenda and I'll quit calling it that) have no intentions of redistributing wealth in America among Americans in terms of "spreading the wealth" directly to the people, from those with much to those with none. Their intent, rather, is to restrict wealth among the wealthy PRIVATE* (not government) sector -those who are actually out there WORKING, creating & providing jobs, EARNING their "wealth"- by imposing crippling taxes that the government can collect and distribute as they see fit, when they see fit, and to whom they see fit. Who does this usually mean? Themselves. What Obama, Pelosi, Reed, and the rest of the liberal vultures in Washington want has nothing to do with helping the American people and everything to do with control. MORE control. More control over the American people by enslaving them to a government that determines *what/when/if* they *can/can't* have *this/that/the other*. It is true that we are enslaved to he who holds our debt. It is true in many ways, the least of which is this, which is his intent. Do we accept it or change it? It's our choice, America. And we must choose wisely.