Archives for October 2008

This week has been a big one for Beth, Travis and all the wonderful people who serve with them – because they’re celebrating their tenth year in ministry together.

And today, over at allaccess, we’re thanking them.

Tonight’s episode of The Office was a sort of cringe-inducing study in awkwardness; there was the disconnect between Pam and Jim, not to mention the disconnect between Michael and, well, everybody. Plus, it was pretty much the most bizarre Office opening ever, so I think I was thrown off a little bit from the get-go.

Even still, there were some moments:

1. “This baby is related to Michael through delusion.”

3. The bowl of M&Ms for ASTIRD

4. Jan and the “lullabies”

5. Dwight and the stroller

6. The baby in the cornucopia, oh my word.

7. The hug between Michael and Holly, which was oddly touching in a I-shouldn’t-be-seeing-this sort of way.

What did y’all think? Like? No like? Happy just to see our Dunder-Mifflin friends?

Hey.

You know what’s handy when you’re a blogger?

The letter F.

So now I’m going to sit back and wait for a nice man on the Ebay to send me the replacement F that hubby ordered for me.

And I’m getting a new H, too. Because I’m telling you: it may still be semi-attached, but my H is not long for this world.

My keyboard would appreciate your prayers.

All righty – Ye Olde Random.org determined that the winner of the Oreck vacuum is commenter number 348.

And who is commenter number 348, you might wonder?

The Gang’s All Here

Hail, hail, The Gang’s All Here!

(Sorry. Couldn’t resist. This is why some people think I’m slightly annoying.)

Congratulations to our winner – you’ll have an email from me tonight, and you’ll have twenty four hours to reply and claim your prize.

Thanks, everybody, for your great response – and thanks, Oreck, for doing this giveaway!

We’re almost home. The little guy is watching Star Wars, the husband guy is listening to a podcast, and I am trying to keep myself from drooling over the new Macbooks by spending way too much time on Twitter.

But the Twitter time has not been in vain, because I ran across a link to a blog post about this seemingly endless election that made me laugh out loud.

I love to laugh out loud.

Hope it makes you laugh, too.

It’s more than a little ironic that I turn into such a shutterbug at the beach since I am not typically a huge fan of The Nature (unless there are trees involved), but everything about the beach is so stinkin’ beautiful that I find myself taking pictures of things that would normally terrify me.

You know, things like birds.

As a general rule I have a healthy fear of birds. I’m always suspicious of them, wary that at first opportunity they’re going to starting shoving their beaks in my neck (because in case you weren’t aware of it, “shoving beaks in humans’ necks” is the #1 kicky bird pasttime), but the beach manages to ease my aviary anxiety a little bit. The birds seem so small and so graceful in relation to that big ole Gulf, and so I make my peace with them. I seek them out, even.

Saturday morning when the little guy and I were out walking, a woman was sitting on a lounge chair and tossing bread crumbs in the air. She was absolutely surrounded by seagulls, and while part of me wanted to freak out and scream “BIRDS! BIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDS!” while running for my life, I decided to be a real-live grown up and simmer down, already.

Alex and I very slowly made our way around the birds so that we were facing them and not behind them (that way I could keep my eye on them if they started to make a beeline for my neck), and before I knew it I was squealing just a little bit, totally captivated by their enthusiasm over those bread crumbs.

I was terrified, mind you, but squealing and captivated just the same.

And then I started to feel brave. And I got closer.

So after all of that, I feel like I’ve made some progress with my bird fears. In fact, I’ve come up with what I think is a catchy mental subtitle for Fall Beach Trip ’08: “The Time All The Birds Ate Bread And Looked Pretty And Didn’t Yank A Vein Out Of My Neck.”

It has a real ring to it, don’t you think?