Archives for November 2007

John Waller CD Giveaway Winners

All righty, internets – we have ten winners!

And if you’re one of the ten, just email me with your name and mailing address so I can get your CD in the mail ASAP.

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Comment #30 – Kathy in WA
Comment #146 – lisa (email @ embarq)
Comment #163 – Kelly in Michigan
Comment #189 – Amy
Comment #194 – Misslisslee
Comment #210 – Just Randi
Comment #234 – Cindy
Comment #250 – Amy (wanted to offer the CD to someone else if she won; we’ll get to that in a second)
Comment #278 – Jennifer
Comment #366 – Lynette

Since Amy (Comment #250) already owns the CD, I drew for one more winner.

Comment #138 – ANOTHER Amy (email @ msn)

WHAT ARE THE ODDS?

Congratulations, everybody!

I Can’t Blog For Long Because I Want To Write An Ode To Coach Croom

Sister and I have been awake since FOUR FORTY FIVE IN THE AM, so needless to say there’s some sleep on my immediate horizon.

But oh. My goodness. We had the best time ever watching our beloved Bulldogs beat Alabama 17-12.

Also, I got SUNBURNED. While wearing sunscreen. Because it’s NOVEMBER.

I’m telling y’all: my skin is the color of parchment paper.

But look! Gloriousness!

I’ll be back tomorrow or Monday with all manner of mindnumbing details.

It’ll be fun. Really. I promise.

Go ‘Dogs.

While I’m Watching A Four Year-Old Do Stunts On A Big Wheel

Do you hear that loud noise? That loud, swooshing noise caused by the LARGE PIECE OF MACHINERY currently residing at the top of our driveway?

Really? You don’t? Because if you asked me right now, I would vow and declare that the noise WILL NEVER, EVER GO AWAY.

Apparently a water main broke in our neighbor’s front yard last night – at least that’s what I’m guessing since there was a small yet powerful river flowing down our driveway for the better part of about twelve hours.

So now the water works people have cut off the main line on our street, rendering us temporarily waterless, and I don’t know if you have ever had the pleasure of hanging out at your house with a small child when there’s no water, but it’s been interesting to see how the little man has never in his whole life ever had to go to the bathroom more frequently than he has this afternoon, and now that I mention it, I’m not faring much better myself.

Also: the fact that we decided to go eat Mexican food for lunch may prove to be an unfortunate call on our part.

I’m just sayin’.

And another also: Alex seems to think that every single “swish” of the pumping machine sounds like “POO POO POO POO POO” because HE KEEPS SAYING IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN, OH PLEASE HELP ME, SWEET MERCY, HELP ME.

Good times. Precious memories.

Anyway, Sister is coming into town later this afternoon, and we could not be more excited about that because 1) we love it when Sister comes to visit and 2) we are going to the Mississippi State / Alabama football game tomorrow, OH YES MA’AM WE ARE.

(As a brief aside, Alex just stopped his bike to tell me that if I eat poo-poo and tee-tee, it will make me throw up, in which case poo-poo and tee-tee will come out of my mouth. Then he pedaled off all nonchalantly after leaving me with that stunningly beautiful image.)

(Clearly I am the luckiest woman alive.)

Anyway, the State / Bama match-up is always a great one, and I for one cannot wait to hear some cowbells ringing at Scott Field tomorrow. This is a huge game for the Bulldogs since we have the chance to be bowl-eligible for the first time in, oh, seven years, so I think it goes without saying that Sister and I will be screaming, “COME ON NOW, SON” at regular intervals.

Even better? I’ll get to see Daphne and Emma Kate and Lea Margaret, and I’ll get to hear the Famous Maroon Band play the fight song, and I’ll get to cheer for the Bulldogs with about 55,000 of my favorite people I’ve never met.

Win or lose, I think it’s gonna be a mighty fine Saturday.

So I’m off to straighten up the house and figure out what’s for supper (restaurant! that’s what’s for supper! restaurant!) and iron my clothes before we leave at the crack of dawn tomorrow. And don’t even bother to tell me that ironing won’t matter because I’ll be all wrinkled by the time we get there, because ANTICIPATION IS HALF THE FUN, PEOPLE.

Maybe even three-quarters of it.

Y’all have a great weekend.

And Go ‘Dogs.

Can You Smell The Trees And The Nature?

Tonight found Michael heading out into the wilderness while Jim held down the fort in the office.

And once again I would just like to say this epsiode NEEDED MORE ANDY.

RADDD-DATTT-DATTT-DA-DOO.

But I did actually laugh out loud a whole bunch this week, and you’d better believe that I won’t be deleting the episode from the DVR because of this whole writers’ strike business. I will be preserving every morsel of Office-y goodness while there is still goodness to be had.

And also: I really, really want some glasses like Dwight’s. Preferably with a light tint.

A few of my favorite moments:

1) Mr. A Knife
2) Michael using his pants leg as a kerchief
3) Michael’s surprise birthday tactics, especially with Oscar
4) Creed eating peach cobbler straight from the pan
5) “Now SKIP AROUND THE ROOM!”

And finally: “It’s like Broken Mountain.”

Can’t wait to read your comments!

You Can Imagine Our Delight

Tonight after Alex went to bed D and I sat down to watch tonight’s CMA Awards on the DVR. Sister goes almost every year because of her job, so it’s always fun to watch the show and then talk to her about everything later.

Sister and I texted back and forth a little bit at the beginning of the awards – before I was actually watching – mainly because I wanted to know who was sitting near her so that I’d have a frame of reference for trying to spot her in the audience.

Never you mind that this was probably Sister’s fifteenth CMA Awards, and I have never, ever seen her on television. Not even a single time.

Well.

D and I were watching, fast forwarding through the commercials, and texting back and forth with Sister. And at some point I looked up from my phone as the Song of the Year winners were making their acceptance speeches, and OH MY WORD WOULD YOU LOOK WHAT I SAW ON THE TV?

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That’s Sister!

And her sweet friend Carrie on the left!

And I screamed when I saw them!

And then I made D pause the DVR so that I could snap their picture from many different angles because apparently I am COUNTRY COME TO TOWN.

(HEY MAW! SIS IS ON THE TV!)

(WHOOOO, DAWGIE!)

You know, it really doesn’t take much to just thrill us to pieces around here.

A Four Year-Old’s Guide To Humor

Take the following five words:

bootie
stinky
tee-tee
pee-pee
poopie

Then choose any animal.

(The animal of choice in our house? Why, it’s monkey. Thank you for asking.)

(But really, any animal will do.)

And then hilarity ensues when you combine the animal word with the other five words.

FOR HOURS ON END!

By the way, some of Howard’s favorite combinations here at La Casa de Boo are monkey bootie, stinky tee-tee monkey, stinky bootie pee-pee, and poopie monkey head (the use of the word “head” was purely improvisational and apparently quite enjoyable).

And if you’re feeling particularly crazy, you can use all the words IN ONE HYSTERICAL PHRASE!

To wit:

Have a lovely day, you poopie stinky pee-pee monkey bootie tee-tee heads.

It has been my pleasure to provide you with a post that is rich in both culture and wisdom.