Spider!!!

LOL anyone NOT like spiders as much as Bekki, Garfield and me??? Hahah!

So Fun!

Ode To Macaroni

We now have the full version of the song people...
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My ode to macaroni,
In the days of dark and dread,
You kept me warm, you kept me fed,
My bright and yellow spot in my pantry,
Your my macaroni and my cheese,
My ode to macaroni with some ham and cheese for garb,
You are a protein and a carb,
My perfect bend of diet ecstasy,
Your my macaroni and my cheese,
My ode to macaroni now is done.
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Someone so graciously sent these to Erica...and I decided to post them in honor of both Erica and my love for Macaroni and Cheese...

12 Step Program?!

Erica and I were discussing this the other day. I need a 12 step program to keep
me from shopping. Does anyone have any ideas? I already have enough clothing to
supply a small nation, but I keep buying more. The whole every time you buy a
new item, throw out an old item thing doesn't work for me. I have already tried
it. lol.

Wow...What a cool picture!

Modern Art Museum by dumpr.net

YAY!!!

Erica is coming home from School for a few days in November!!!!

Blame Erica

This post is due to Erica's urging, I want to say that up front.
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Ok, so I am sick. I have been for a week and a half, and it won't go away. (I was so sure that I wasn't sick because my temperature has been 97.9 and 98.6...but I guess since my temperature normally runs at 96, that's a fever for me.) In fact, it's getting worse...which is evidenced by tonight's drive home. At about 3:30 my boss walks in and says: "What's wrong, Bekki? You look dead...I mean dead tired!" So I proceed to tell her that I feel awful. My nose is stuffy. My throat hurts. My lungs hurt. I am tired. I am cold...oh wait, that happens all the time. I sound like I am dying. I look like I am dying. One of the other ladies at work told me to stay down the hill for a bit before I drove home, because she didn't want me to fall asleep. (I work about 45 minutes from home, and there is a significant altitude difference (which will matter at one part during this story)) So I stayed down there for a bit, stopped by Starbucks for extra energy, and headed home. This is the part where it gets interesting. As I get on the 15 Freeway, my nose begins to run. This is an improvement, because previously, I couldn't breathe. Well I still couldn't breathe, but this showed that there was hope on the horizon right? ...Nope. Not even. So it begins to run. And run. And run. And it's not a normal color. It's orange. (I told Erica this was too gross to post, and she overruled) So I am driving at 75...or so...mph, drinking my Pumpkin Spice Latte for alertness, texting Erica, holding a tissue to my nose, and steering with my knees. Dangerous yes, I know. Erica is laughing at me, and by this point I realize my nose is NOT going to stop running, and I have precious few napkins in my car. I am already halfway through my supply right at that point, not even 5 minutes into my drive home. You can imagine my panicked horror when I see brake lights ahead! Thankfully, it was my brain hallucinating, because there was not much traffic. On that drive up the hill though, due to the altitude, the inside of my ears started to hurt too, and feel like they needed to 'pop'. Well I obviously made it home, safely, and am now blogging with tissue constantly at my nose, waiting for my Nyquil to kick in. Pray that it works quickly. I hope you didn't gross out too bad, but Erica assured me this was a random enough post to put on our blog.

What are You 2

You Are a Chocolate Cake

Fun, comforting, and friendly. You are a true classic, and while you're not super cutting edge, you're high quality. People love your company - and have even been known to get addicted to you.

What Kind of Cake Are You?

HEHEHEHE

What Are You?

You Are a Lemon Cake

Strong, sexy, and overpowering. You know who you are, and you're not afraid to show the world your fabulous self. You're confident, charming, and extremely popular.

What Kind of Cake Are You?

What is your name??

My name is

Your Native American Name Is...

Nittawosew Totsi Your name means: Fertile Moccasins

What's Your Native American Name?

And for Bekki's name... (Why does she get a cool name? LOL)

Your Native American Name Is...

Nina Liluye Your name means: Strong Singing Chicken Hawk that Soars

What's Your Native American Name?

Ok

Ok, it's quite obvious that both of the authors of this blog are extraordinarily busy right now. Erica is having more fun than I am but...anyways since we are supposed to be posting random things on this here blog...I want to share a picture I took today at work.

A Sister's Bill of Rights

Amendment 1
Brothers shall make no law abridging an establishment of personal space (aka your sister's room), or prohibiting the free enforcement thereof (kicking you out); or abridging the freedom of her speech, or tell the Sister she talks too much; or the right of the Sister's friends to peaceably assemble, and to petition the Parents for a redress of grievances.
Amendment 2
A well regulated and cleaned restroom, being necessary to the security of a clean home, the right of the people to keep and bear Squeegees, shall not be infringed. In addition to: putting your stuff away and not leaving towels on the floor or counters.
Amendment 3
No Brother shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the Sister, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by and managed by the Sister.
Amendment 4
The right of the Sister to be secure in her person, room, papers, and effects (such as computers), against unreasonable searches and seizures , shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation from the Parents, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized. If this is infringed upon, please remove the evidence promptly, such as taking the bowl that you ate your cereal in off of her bed.
Amendment 5
Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted when the Sister wants to go out on a date. Nor is she at any time required to pay for your meal, your coffee or any other expense you may have. <-----That was for my brother (David)
Amendment 6
The powers not delegated to the Sister by the inherent constitution of the family, nor prohibited by it to the individuals within the family, is reserved to the Sister respectively, or to the parents.

BACKWARDS FORWARDS!!!

I thought this was so cool lol!!!

This fun poem is by James Stevenson from the book called The Pizza the Size of the Sun. See if you can read it. You might have to read it out loud so it will make sense. Hope I'm confusing you enough! If you can read this: I evol a doog naelc ekoj! Then you can read the poem below.

I thguoht d'I etirw ekil siht yadot
esuaceb ti demees ekil nuf,
ev'I tog on rehto nosaer,
tub I ylerus t'nod deen eno.

tI ylbaborp sesufnoc uoy
eht tsrif emit taht uoy ees
eht sdrow lla nettirw sdrawkcab. . .
ti osla delzzup em.

tuB won ev'I nettog desu ot ti,
dna ylerus os evah uoy,
dna ev'I a llams noicipsus
taht uoy tsuj thgim yrt ti oot.

Killing Time...

At a stoplight.

How do you kill time at a stoplight? Erica and I were sitting at the same one a few nights ago that took forever, literally FOREVER to change. So...I killed time by texting, digging in my purse for chapstick, organizing my front seat (if you know me, you know that my life, yes my life, is in my car. I carry everything with me, at all times. I should have been a girl scout...always prepared for anything!), etc. I know Erica did some of the same things. Driving can get soooo soooo boring if you're alone and not 'de-stressing' (I drive to let of steam and work out stress). So how do you pass the time?

Ode to Macaroni

This is my Ode to Macaroni,
with some ham and cheese for a guard,
you're a protein and a carb...
-Wooten
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Both of the authors of this blog LOVE Macaroni and cheese. My personal favorite is fried macaroni and cheese balls from the Cheesecake Factory. I love them! (TJI Friday's have recently started to serve them, as well as Jack in the Box.) I wish I had the other words to Wooten's ode...but I think he made it quite clear that Macaroni and Cheese is the best food on the whole earth. Anyway you make it. Although in mine...please hold the meat!!!

Ode to Starbucks

Ode to Starbucks

I. Tall

O great logo of green and white, hated by many and loved by more,
First destination of early mornings, and harbinger of latest nights,
You are loved and hated not for your quality
(admittedly better than average) but for the ubiquity of your name.
Once you resided in malls, in airports, but now you swallow them whole:
Smaller shops tremble in fear of your popular mass-production
While longtime patrons resign themselves to your inevitable takeover.
Your odd vocabulary has permanently infixed itself in our tongues;
Your name has come to replace "coffee" as the label for our addiction.

(And so-- O Starbucks-- I have observed it!
From nothingness you rise.)

II. Grande

O great symbol, the world loves and hates you for what you represent.
Some throw stones or write angry editorials;
Others drink happily, surrounded by the constant hum of propaganda.

One bright summer morning in a small English town,
I wake to see a crowd shouting obscenities outside your window;
"Down with American capitalism," the placards say.
I walk through the line, deliberate and determined:
"For capitalism and America," I say, "Make it a venti."

Nevertheless, America is more than Starbucks uber alles;
It is freedom and choice and opportunity for all.
I pray that we do not one day lose this freedom
Under an oppressive banner of green and white.

It is true that we as a nation cannot break our addiction
To these wonderful beans, nor do we desire to do so.
We wish only some choice in where, and how, our bodies are mistreated.

(And yet-- O Starbucks-- I have foreseen it!
The rise of empire and the fall of man.)

III. Venti

O Starbucks, I cannot bring myself to love or hate you.
You are a force like the weather, your presence overwhelms.
Sometimes I seek the reassurance of your constant-chic decor;
Tonight I try to flee from your rich and omnipresent aroma.

I run for miles into the night, thinking myself wild and free-willed,
But when I stop to rest, I find myself leaning against your window.
I am surrounded: there is no escape.
I float with the tide, I follow the crowd:
I walk up to the counter and order a mocha,
Handing the cashier five dollars and my soul.

(And so-- O Starbucks-- I have lived it!
To nothingness we return.)

- Author Unknown

Ode To Erica's Computer Issues...

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port, and the bus is interrupted at a very last resort,

and the access of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,

then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,

and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,

and your data is corrupted cause the index doesn't hash,

then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!

If the label on the cable on the table at your house,

says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,

but your packets want to tunnel to another protocol,

that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall......

And your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,

so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse;

then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,

'cuz sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang.

When the copy on your floppy's getting sloppy in the disk,

and the macro code instructions is causing unnecessary risk,

then you'll have to flash the memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM,

and then quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your Mom!

Well, that certainly clears things up for me. How about you?

-Author Unknown (I should have added this last night when I posted ;)

Spider!!!! Part 2

***Read Bekki's post first***

So, during church, really right at the beginning of the preaching, we had just sat down, and I notice this white thing is floating down onto the girls hair in front of me. I thought oh no, she has fuzz in her hair... then it moved... as in CREEPY CRAWLY I HAVE 8 LEGS kind of moved!!!! Omw... ok, if it had been black, that would have been reasonable, I wouldn't have noticed it but since it came straight down and landed onto her black hair and was pure white, then I noticed it. I KNOW I KNOW it probably was NOT poisonous, but come on, who isn't going to get all itchy when they see a spider? Do YOU want one crawling all over you??? I THINK NOT! So, of COURSE I had to let Bekki know, and as you have read from her post, it was not happy news, in fact I quote from her "That spider MUST DIE!". So it sat in the girl's hair for awhile and then decided it was time for a move (since spiders have short lives they relocate often I would assume! See the world in one day!) ANYWAY, it decided to kinda JUMP/FLY to the guy's hair next to the girl, who happened to be sitting right in front of Bekki.. Wrong place to move spider. Lol by that time I had told Jarron and Josh about the spider, so sad to say, none of us had our full attention on the Preacher. Bekki tried to get Josh to give the boy's mom a note, but Josh instead messes around with it and gives it back! Thanks for NOTHING! LOL. So I keep getting chills and all itchy everytime the spider moves.... omw I am getting chills and creepies NOW just thinking about it! So thankfully it moved out of MY view and Josh told us that it decided to jump ship and find new harbor by building a little spider parachute, and head their direction. Ever so thoughtful of those around him, Josh BLEW the spider up towards the front and new destinations to add to the spider's travel journal.. And that was the end of our spider tale, and the beginning of us listening to the service. Don't worry. The whole thing only lasted about half an hour, and he preached for about 2 hours so we still were able to hear what he had to say

*By the way, I seriously feel like I have bugs all over me right now... NOT a good feeling*

Spider!!!!

So last night we went to a youth summit in Lakeside, CA at Brother Bertram's church. Brother Shoemake preached a very awesome (and lengthy) message about revival. At the very beginning of the message Erica felt so inclined to tell me that there was a spider in the girls' hair in front of me. Anyone who knows me, knows my completely irrational and consuming fear of these little beasts. So of course, I am on the defensive immediately, looking around for the little buggers near me. Anywhere there is ONE spider, there are LOTS more!!!! Well. This spider wasn't happy in the girls hair...it had to FLY, yes FLY to this guys hair in front of me. Flip out time. That was all I could see. Nothing else existed other than the white dot on the black hair in front of me. There were four of us enthralled by this stupid beast and I couldn't concentrate on the service. So I wrote a note after about thirty minutes for Josh to hand to the kid's mom: "Sis, your son has a spider in his hair. -Bekki" Well, Josh wouldn't give it to her. So I am paralyzed once again by the white dot. (And it really was just a dot, not large at all). Finally, I pray that God kills the spider, it moves out of my line of sight and I concentrate on the preaching. After church, I am sitting in the seat where the kid was (completely not remembering the arachnid) and FLIPPED when I realized where I was. They failed to tell me that the beast had woven itself a parachute and flew away (away from us, thanks to Josh blowing on it) before altar call. Erica will post her take on this situation later, but I just had to write something about it. Creepy crawling spiders are not of God.

Erica and Bekki's Blog

So, this is the result of the commenting marathon this week. We decided to create a blog together...should be fun!!! (As soon as Erica accepts the invite) LOL. If you have any suggestions on clever names I am (and I think Erica would be too) open to suggestions...