Mrs. Who's White Elephant Giveaway - June 30, 2008

Gayla won the little purple plate from last week. I'll be in touch, through Jennifer!


Mrs. Who's White Elephant Blog Giveaway

White Elephant: Something of dubious or limited value (value being in the eye of the beholder)

For details about the FREE (Yes, FREE. No strings attached. Well. Except you do have to visit my blog.) White Elephant Blog Giveaway, just click here. Now, make a comment. You know you want to.

This is a darling little resin angel about 5" tall. If you have a little space for her, make a comment.

Tip Junkie Giveaway

If you like giveaways, you might want to check Tip Junkie every day for twenty days, starting on Monday, June 30th. It is her 1st bloggie anniversary and, to celebrate, she is having a giveaway every day for twenty days. Here's the link, in case you want it on your blog, and I put the link button over there on the right at the top and will leave it there for you so you can enter every morning, if you want. Good luck! Let me know if you win anything.

For Fun Friday - June 27, 2008

By far THE craziest thing I have ever seen. How is this even possible?

http://ellen.warnerbros.com/2008/02/steve_spangler_do_not_try_this.php

Are you a good typist? Let's just see how good. I thought a score of over 20,000 was GREAT until I saw that some people had over 70,000. I must try again!!

http://www.addictinggames.com/keymaster.html

Like the Google heading? Want to change it? Here's your chance. And you can even use the one you create as your home page. Pretty cool.

http://www.impossibe.com/us/

Now, this is ONE obedient dog. Thanks to Donna for this one.

http://www.idodogtricks.com/index_flash.html

Hairy Knees. And Chin.

I often read in the blogger world (and I have to say, this is TOTALLY a world. And it's a world that, if you talk to someone who knows nothing about blogs, they think you are just slightly crazy.) about how much other bloggers hate to shave their legs. This is not something I stress over. In the tub, whip over the legs with a razor, done. I do it once a week in the winter, 2-3 times a week in the summer once I start showing my legs. No big deal. But I was reading this blog the other day and she started off by talking about having a razor in her car and I'm all "Huh? Dude. Who shaves their legs IN THE CAR?" but then she explained.

She always notices her hairy knees in the car. The hairy knees she has missed while shaving. And this way she can just whip out her razor and clean 'em up. OMG. This is GENIUS. I ALWAYS notice those stupid hairy knees I have missed. And, of course, I always notice them in the car with the bright sun shining on them. And could do nothing about it. UNTIL NOW. Because now I have a razor in my car. I just hope I don't hurt myself contorting my body so I can shave my knees at a stoplight.

But the great advice did not end there. One of the commenters said she always keeps tweezers in her car too because she always notices those long hairs on her chin in the car too. And, OMG. Another great piece of advice. Because do those long hairs grow FRAKIN' OVERNIGHT or what? So now I can tweeze at the stoplight too.

So if you see a little, red Ford Escape SUV that is pausing a little too long at a stoplight? Give me just a second. I might be finishing up the other knee. Or possibly searching for that elusive hair on my chin.

Just.one.more.minute.

Read my new Herald-Leader post this morning: On The Patio At Murrays

Good Shoes Gone Bad

I have this FABULOUS pair of black sandals. They are wedgie and strappy and the strap comes up around my ankle. I knew they were really cute but I honestly didn't realize how FABULOUS they were until I wore them out to dinner on the patio with some friends the other night, when everyone proceeded to comment on my shoes and coo and make over them and, basically, make me feel like I was Carrie Bradshaw HERSELF.

But I made a mistake with the fabulous black strappy sandals. I wore them to a luncheon the other day and then I wore them the rest of the day at school. I had them on for approximately 8 hours and that was just about 7 hours too long. They felt OK when I was wearing them but the next morning, when I got out of bed, I fell to the floor moaning with the agony of my feet. OK, not really. But they did hurt. The left one more than the right. And they are still hurting.

I carefully examined them and then I called Tom up to examine them because it looked like the left one was kind of swollen, right at the ball of the foot. I don't know what I thought he could do about it. He carefully examined them as I held them up, whimpering in pain. And, being the good husband that he is, he did not make fun of me. He did not tell me I should not have worn those shoes. (Because that would be a waste of his time and mine.) He did not say he did want to examine my feet. He just said yes, it looks a little swollen. And he looked a little sympathetic.

And, really isn't that all we really want? When it hurts, we want it to LOOK like it hurts. And he knew that. And that's yet another reason why I love him. And will keep him around even if he does the put the trash on top of the trash can.

What To Do When The Carbon Monoxide Alarm Goes Off. Get Your Purse.

It was pretty exciting around here yesterday. The Stanley Steemer guy was here to clean the carpets but THAT was not very exciting. The REAL excitement began when the fire truck pulled up and three burly firemen hurriedly scrambled off the truck.

Let me explain. The Stanley Steemer guy backed his truck up to the garage to do the carpet cleaning downstairs. I found out later this is a definite no-no. As soon as he had finished cleaning and opened the door to the garage the carbon monoxide alarm went off. I assumed it was the fire alarm and that something about the cleaning had set it off, so I called the alarm company while he left the door open downstairs and got packed up. The alarm company informed me it was a carbon monoxide alarm and the fire department was on the way. And just about that time, they showed up and came striding into the open garage.

I thought it was all kind of silly, just a mistake, everything was fine and then the burliest fireman said, as he held up some sort of gauge "The levels in here are lethal. Exit the building immediately, Ma'am."

And I, being the quick thinking in an emergency person that I am, replied "Uh. Let me get my shoes".

Now, lest you think that I am a COMPLETE idiot, I did not even consider grabbing the two new pairs of shoes that were sitting in my living room. Well. Maybe for a minute. I just meant let me put on some shoes, since I was barefoot. But he hustled me right out of there. I did manage to snag my purse on the way out the door.

I'm not sure why. My cell phone was still on the charger. The best I could have done was possibly apply some lipstick. I didn't. But I could have. Because I HAD MY PURSE.

So, they set up fans and opened the windows and aired out the place while I sat on the porch with my purse and waited. I still thought they might be overreacting just a tad, so after they finished and told me everything was fine, just leave the windows open for an hour or so because there were still pockets of carbon monoxide, I casually asked the burliest fireman "What would have happened if the alarm had not gone off? If I had gone down to do laundry or watch a movie down there?"

He leaned forward seriously and said "Ma'am. If you went down there and fell asleep. You WOULD NOT WAKE UP."

And I forgot all about shoes and purses and having to sit outside in the hot sun for half an hour and trying to write a funny post about this in my head and I just thanked God for our alarm system. Thanked God.

If you don't have a carbon monoxide alarm, you should immediately go out and purchase one. Google informs me that 500 people die every year from carbon monoxide poisoning in the United States.

Check out my Herald-Leader blog post for today: Another Secret Neighborhood Park

Mrs. Who's White Elephant Blog Giveaway - Monday, June 23, 2008

Vicki won the little alarm clock from last week. I'll be in touch!

Mrs. Who's White Elephant Blog Giveaway

White Elephant: Something of dubious or limited value (value being in the eye of the beholder)

For details about the FREE (Yes, FREE. No strings attached. Well. Except you do have to visit my blog.) White Elephant Blog Giveaway, just click here. Now, make a comment. You know you want to.

This is a really cute little glass purple plate/candle holder. It is about 6" round and is in perfect condition. If you like purple and/or you like candles, this is for you. Make a comment!

Pssssst. Wanna Win Something?

Like this?? Then go here and enter the contest. You have to post about it, so you have to be a blogger. And I plan to win, so you are probably wasting your time. But enter anyway. You never know.

For Fun Friday - June 20, 2008

Comic strips about the earthquake in China. If you can read some of these without crying, you are stronger than me.

http://earthquakestrips.blogspot.com/

And, on a lighter note, this is HILARIOUS.

59 As a 1930s wife, I am Superior Take the test!

This is a fascinating site where you can submit Photoshopped pictures for contests. Some wild pictures here!

http://www.worth1000.com/

OK, I give up. Sarah said she got to #28, but I THINK SHE IS LYING. (Maybe not. She is pretty smart.) I can't get past #4. How did you do?

http://www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html

Food Of The GODS

So, Friday was my last day of school. Wait. FRIDAY WAS MY LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. Much better. Librarians have to work a couple of extra weeks after school is out, but now summer has officially begun. I didn't actually get to leave until after 6:00 because I was on a team interviewing new teachers, so by the time I got home it was almost 7:00 and no dinner had been thought of or prepared.

Well, really, this is no surprise. If a dinner had been thought of or prepared by my husband, I would have known FOR A FACT that he had been replaced by some sort of pod-like alien. Because. Well. That would NEVER happen. He is still the same guy who leaves trash on top of the trash bag. I almost got the camera and took a picture of the two empty cookie boxes he carefully balanced on top of the full trash bag yesterday, but then I sighed and thought "why bother". His fan club of Vicki and Maquel would probably make a comment like "Oh, he probably fell down and broke him arm AT THAT VERY MOMENT and couldn't put them in the bag." Or something like that. So I didn't.

Anyway. He asked for a grilled chicken salad so I called takeout and then I opened the pantry because I can eat some canned soup or a sandwich and be perfectly happy and then I saw it. The food of the Gods.

You might be possibly be thinking the food of the Gods is something like filet mignon or truffles gathered by specially trained truffle sniffing pigs in the outer reaches of some forest in France but my response to that would be "Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa No."

The food of the Gods is, of course, beanie weenies. Canned baked beans (Bush's vegetarian) mixed with cut-up hot dogs. And heated. And eaten with a big spoon. OMG. Delicious.

Now, some people might not agree with my assessment of this culinary delight. My sorority sisters did not agree. When I was in a sorority, lo these many years ago, o my children (back in the day when we DID NOT WEAR JEANS TO DINNER and WERE REQUIRED TO WEAR A DRESS ON SUNDAY Oh, my, yes it has been a long time) each of the rooms in the sorority house got to plan a menu for a week. And did the others dread when it was our turn to plan a menu? Well. Did they? You KNOW they did. Because you better believe baby, that beanie weenies were on that menu.

And it occurs to me that I have a lot of capitol letters in the post. I'm not sure what that means. Except that I must get very excited about beanie weenies. I'm not sure what that says about my life. Yes I am. And I'm not going to think about it.

Anyway. I made beanie weenies. We watched some more episodes of Dark Angel from Netflix. It was a good evening. I apparently don't need much excitement in my life. Just some beanie weenies.

Check out my Herald-Leader blog post for today: On The Patio at The Ketch

Little Crumbs Add Up To Big Crumbs

OK, I have discovered something EXTREMELY COOL and I have to share it with you. Look over there on the right, at the top of the page. See that link to a site called "BigCrumbs"? You know how people have all these links on their blogs to make money or to cost you money or just to waste your time? Yeah. This is NOT one of those.

I found it recently by accident on another blog and it said something about making money, so, even though I was HIGHLY SKEPTICAL, I went there. And, y'all. I am a convert. Here is what is does basically. Whenever you shop online, just go there through BigCrumbs instead of directly to the site. Uh. First sign up on BigCrumbs so you have an account. OK. Now go there, then to...say, Wal-mart.com. Where, as you know, they have very cute tops. (And don't forget to go there as I immediately did the next day when I shopped some more at Wal-mart and went directly to the Wal-mart site. You HAVE to go through BigCrumbs or you won't get credit for shopping.) Then, just shop normally. In a few days, you will GET MONEY IN YOUR ACCOUNT.

It works, I'm telling you. Now, it's not a lot of money. I think I spent about $50 on the Wal-mart site and got maybe a couple of dollars back. But that's really just found money. Money you would not have had if you were not a member of BigCrumbs. And you would be shopping online anyway (yes, I mean you Carole) so you might as well get some money back.

I waited to make sure it was on the up-and-up and I actually got some money back before I recommended it and it seems to be. They have been in business for two years. Ebay is on there and so are a ton of other online shopping sites.

I'm trying not to make this sound like some sort of gimmick or advertisement, because it's really not. It worked for me. Apparently, they are in partnership with all these online shopping sites, who pay them part of what people spend to shop, so they can afford to give some of it back to the shoppers. I guess it's convenient for people to have all those shopping sites together.

Now, if you are going to do it, please click over there on my link and sign up, because if you go through my blog, I get some fraction of a cent for everyone who signs up.

And who knows?

If, like, 10,000 people sign up. I might get enough for a new pair of shoes.

Hey. It could happen.

Just Watch Me

There are some members of my family who know about the strange and wonderful fascination I have with watches. My nieces and my daughter ridiculed me endlessly on our cruise because, more than the snorkeling and the fabulous views and the unending supply of food, I was excited about the $10 watches they had in the gift shop. I still have some of those watches. And I still LOVE them.

I like a big watch face that is easy to read (because I am frakin' blind) and I love pretty and different bands.

So, you can imagine how excited I was the other day in Kohl's when I was standing in line behind this woman and she whipped this out of her basket to purchase.

With an incredible amount of restraint; without causing a scene or even shrieking with excitement, I stepped out of line and went back to the jewelry department. And bought myself the same thing.

It's a WATCH. With DIFFERENT BANDS. How COOL is that?

So, now I have to choose which shoes I will wear each day.

And which watch band.

Life is HARD.

Check out my Herald-Leader post this morning: I Have A Secret For You

Mrs. Who's White Elephant Blog Giveaway - June 16, 2008

Maggie won the little high chair from last week and plans to use it at a baby shower.

Mrs. Who's White Elephant Blog Giveaway

White Elephant: Something of dubious or limited value (value being in the eye of the beholder)

For details about the FREE (Yes, FREE. No strings attached. Well. Except you do have to visit my blog.) White Elephant Blog Giveaway, just click here. Now, make a comment. You know you want to. Who remembers travel alarm clocks? Everyone used to bring their own clock when they traveled; hotel rooms did not have digital clock radios like they do now. This is a 3" X 3" travel alarm clock which still works - I wound it up to be sure! If you want it, make a comment!

For Fun Friday - June 13, 2008

OK, I was going to add this link to my regular "For Fun Friday" list of links and then I thought "No. No, this site is quite simply TOO FABULOUS to put on a list of other sites. It deserves it's own post, all by itself. Prepare to be AMAZED.

I kind of like to listen to music. I really do. But. It's just such a pain. There are too many commercials on the radio. My ipod intimidates me. You have to listen to a lot of crap when you turn on the music channels on the TV. But I have found it. The PERFECT way to listen to music. Just go here.

http://www.pandora.com/

It's an online radio station. But not just a radio station. A radio station where you get to choose the artists and the kind of music you want to listen to. First I started with artists and got kind of frustrated and then I realized if you move further down the page, you can choose genres. I went through several until I settled on "Country Pop". It immediately started coming up with songs I liked. Then I got a Glen Campbell song. Please. Ick. Then I realized I could click on the song and tell them if I liked it or not. And they would immediately take that suggestion and use it to choose the other songs. Dude. This is FABULOUS.

I was actually trying to concentrate and write so, after a while, I decided I just wanted some quiet, instrumental music. Done. Sort of like spa music. Done. OMG.

I may just possibly be overusing the word "Fabulous". But honestly. It is. Check it out and let me know what you think.

Don't Step Into The Mist!

Have you seen the Stephen King movie, "The Mist"? If you have, I would really value your opinion and if you haven't and want to see it, STOP READING RIGHT NOW. STEP AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER.

Because I am going to tell you everything about this movie, including the ending. And you will see why.

I had read the Stephen King novella this movie is based on and was intrigued with the premise, so I had a good idea what the story would be like. For me, there is a fine line between scary movies that scare me so badly they make me nauseous (check NO) and scary movies that just scare me a little (check YES) and the preview did not look too bad, so we called it up with On Demand and settled in for an evening of entertainment.





It starts in a small, friendly town in New England where everyone seems to know everyone else and, aside from some slight animosity to "outsiders", they seem to get along fairly well. After a bad storm in the night, many of the townsfolk held to the local grocery store to stock up. The hero of the story, David, and his son leave the wife at home as a mysterious mist starts creeping in over their lake. Once everyone arrives at the grocery store, a man comes running out of the mist, bleeding, and crying out there is something in the mist. By this time, the thick mist has filled the parking lot and it soon becomes evident that, indeed, there are things in that mist. Strange things. Things that do not belong on the Earth as we know it.





Turns out those wacky scientists who always screw something up in science fiction movies, have created a crack between dimensions and deadly creatures are flying, crawling and striding through what must be a pretty large crack. The psychology of the crowd mentality among those trapped in the grocery store is very believable and interesting to watch. Heroes and villains emerge as time passes, people are killed and everyone finally believes it is truly not a good idea to go out into that mist. A small group of our heroes decides it is time to get out of Dodge when an obsessed, bible-toting woman begins to harangue the crowd into a blood-thirsty mob, intent on a blood sacrifice to appease the creatures. But our little band manages to escape, with a few losses in the parking lot, and head out into the mist.





The novella ends at this point and leaves it up to the reader to imagine what might have happened next.





Oh, that the movie had only done that. Or at least come to a satisfactory ending. These people had left the grocery store earlier in a heroic quest to get medicine for their fallen comrades. They had stood up to a crazed mob. They had valiantly circled around the young boy to protect him from that same mob.

And now they run out of gas. They are out of hope. They have a gun with four bullets. There are five of them.

As this transpires, I kept thinking "No." "No, they are not going to shoot themselves. There is always hope. Maybe the military will come. Maybe...something. Maybe...anything. That dad is NOT going to shoot his little boy."

And then he does. He shoots them all, including his child. In a token gesture of bravery, he has not shot himself because he will face the creatures and let them kill him. He steps outside the truck.

And the mist clears. The military appears. Everything is fine.

And he has killed his child.

I was literally sick to my stomach. What is the point of this ending? To show that, even after all they have been though, life is so unfair that they will still die? Why? I understand that life is not fair and horrible things happen. I do understand that. I don't always expect a happy ending. But this is not right. I can't believe any parent would do this. Wouldn't you fight until the end? Wouldn't you protect him until it was no longer possible to do so? It was NOT hopeless.





In the movie "The Last of the Mohicans", a brave man is being burned alive by the Indians. Hawkeye runs as fast as he can to the top of the hill, takes out his gun and shoots the screaming, agonized man. He kills him because there is no hope and he is in excruciating pain.

I understand that death. I understand that reasoning. I do not understand this one.

I'm still angry about that ending.

Have you seen it? What did you think?

Check out my Herald-Leader blog post today at: On The Patio At Ramsey's Diner

Priceless

Plastic barn. $1.00 at Goodwill.



Plastic farm animals. $8.00 at the book store.




Half an hour of quiet play.

Priceless.

Dear Mother Nature (Again),

Perhaps I should have been more clear when I sent you my last letter. It was definitely a little too cold for May. I wanted it a little warmer. A LITTLE warmer. I did not expect you take me quite so literally and make it summer OVERNIGHT. What happened to a nice, gentle, warm spring which eases into a slightly warmer summer?

We are in sub-Saharan Africa here. In case you are not sure what that means, it means HOT. VERY HOT. Could you cool it down a little?

And by cool it down a little, I do not mean a blizzard.

Just to be clear.

And, in case you think I am exaggerating. Here is the weather in sub-Saharan Africa. Don't mess with the librarian unless you want research done!

Whatever you can do. I would appreciate it.

Thanks.

Mrs. Who

Check out my Herald-Leader post today at: That's What Parents Are For

Mrs. Who's White Elephant Blog Giveaway - June 9, 2008

brightmyer from Rightmyer Rants won the backgammon game from last week. Send me an email with your address and I'll get it in the mail!

Mrs. Who's White Elephant Blog Giveaway

White Elephant: Something of dubious or limited value (value being in the eye of the beholder)

For details about the FREE (Yes, FREE. No strings attached. Well. Except you do have to visit my blog.) White Elephant Blog Giveaway, just click here. Now, make a comment. You know you want to.

This is a teeny little wooden high chair that could be used for play or decoration for a baby shower. It's blue and yellow and is about 6" tall. Make a comment below if you want it!

For Fun Friday - June 6, 2008

This is a really cool site where people send in photographs of places they have visited and the site will then donate money to the SPCA or the World Wildlife Found.

http://www.zorro-the-cat.com/

Looking for a picture to put on your web site or blog? Here's a free site with thousands of copyright-free pictures.

http://www.picapp.com/publicsite/

I have no idea if anyone can actually get any money from this site, but it seems reputable and was in AARP magazine. Check it out if you think there is any possibility you have unclaimed money somewhere.

http://www.missingmoney.com/

One thing that really bugs me is bad spelling. And, now that I have said that, I'll humilate myself and have a word spelled wrong in one of my blogs. See what kind of a speller you are with these quizzes.

http://www.bored.com/badspelling/index.php

Pull Up A Chair

This morning, I saw an official looking political bumper sticker, all red, white and blue and with stars. It said "Republicans for Voldemort". It took me a few seconds to get it.

I needed a new desk chair. Seriously. You may THINK you need a new desk chair as much as I needed a new desk chair, but you would be WRONG. This desk chair could have gone into the Smithsonian Museum as the desk chair which has been occupied by a human bottom for the longest consecutive number of years. I believe we bought this desk chair to use with our brand new APPLE IIe COMPUTER and to coordinate with our lovely, matching plaid Herculon couch, love seat and matching chair, complete with ottoman. That we got the first year we were married. We have been married 31 years. I'm not saying the chair is that old, but close. It has been moved to three houses. It has seen some wear and tear and it shows it. Literally, in places.

The seat has been so smushed down over the years, it's almost flat and there is some sort of spring that sticks up on the left side and causes my left buttock extreme annoyance. I have to put a pillow in the seat to be the slightest bit comfortable.

So we went to buy a new office chair. Actually, I had done some office chair shopping previously and, not to sound all cheap or anything, but OMG $300 for a desk chair, $200 for a desk chair, what are they? Covered in gold? And I realize I just completely dated myself there and sounded JUST LIKE MY MOTHER and you better believe that scares me just a little. We decided to buy the gold-covered $200 desk chair and, after visiting two office supply stores because the first store sold us the wrong chair which we discovered when it was mysteriously $100 less than it was supposed to be. Being the honest people that we are and afraid at some point they might notice they were selling a $200 chair for $100, we pointed out the mistake and eventually got the correct chair home.


I had the deluded idea that the chair would pop out in two pieces - the top and the bottom, we would snap it together and be good to go! Uh. No. It actually came out in 6,871 pieces and I was a little intimidated. Not Tom. He immediately went to get his POWER SCREW DRIVER and I think he might have been saying "more power!" under his breath. Just a little. (and when I went to link that comment to the old "Home Improvement" show, I came up with a very active site that consists of information for fans of this show. A show that went off the air in 1999. Seriously. Do these people HAVE a life?)

This amount and variety of sizes in screw types quite simply terrifies me.

He put it together in two shakes of a lamb's tail or, in this case, two shakes of some sort of polyester, fake suede fabric, and I was good to go.

I shoved the old chair out the way, pushed my new one up to my desk, sat down and began to blog like a maniac. And then I realized I had a problem. My new, cushy, fabulous chair was too fat for my desk. With my arm on the armrest, my hand was too far above the mouse. My shoulder and arm began to ache almost immediately.

No problem. I was not giving up my fabulous chair. I shoved my monitor back, took the keyboard and mouse off the slide-out tray and put them right up on the desk. Aaaahhhh. Just right. I'm sitting in my chair right now. Right this very minute. And my left buttock is thanking me. Not in words. Because that would be just not right. But it's more like telepathy. Buttock telepathy. I'm stopping now.

Here's my chair. Isn't it FABULOUS?

Check out out my new Herald-Leader blog post today at: On the Patio at The Bistro at Joseph-Beth and enter to win free gift certificates!

From Now On, I'm Buying All My Clothes At Wal-Mart. And Then I'm Going Swimming In The CEEment Pond.

A lot of the blogs I read talk about shopping at Target. Target, Target, Target. Target has the cutest clothes, I just got the cutest dress at Target and these new shorts? Darling!

Well, pah on Target. Every time I go to Target and try something on, it doesn't look good. Never cute. Evah. So I don't care what anyone says about Wal-mart. (or as my friend Terry calls it, THE Wal-mart) THEY are the ones with the cute clothes.
Back when I had a serious jones for sleeping pants, I went to Wal-mart and found all kinds of cute cotton, stretchy t-shirts in long and short sleeve. My only regret is that I forgot my longtime rule and did not buy them in every color. By the time I went back, they were gone. Fashion sigh. (which is totally unlike a normal sigh and is more plaintive)

I was grocery shopping in Wal-mart the other day and noticed all these really cute tops and shorts and skirts and it was all I could do to remember that I really needed to buy milk and eggs and could not buy tops and shorts and skirts on this particular visit. So I went back. And shopped my little heart out.

Who remembers scooter skirts? Raise your hand. Ah, my peeps. You are either very knowledgeable about your fashion history or you went to high school with me in 1971. And, when I Googled scooter skirts, to show you what I was talking about, I got this site. Really. Not what I was talking about AT ALL. This is more like it. And, strangely enough, that is EXACTLY what my legs looked like back then.

Anyway. Apparently, they are called skorts now and are once again stylish. Which happens with all my clothes. If only I had saved all those scooter skirts. Although that would not help me now because my waist was approximately the size of a 3 year old child when I was 18. So, I found some skorts at Wal-mart.

Darling? I should THINK so.

They are SHORTS but they look like a SKIRT. Get it? You can look like you are wearing a SKIRT but you are wearing SHORTS. In case you don't get it, here is a diagram.

Then I found these tops. They are all cotton, but it is a soft, stretchy cotton and, based on my experience with the other tops I bought there, they will stay nice and new looking even after being washed several times. I found a yellow one with really cute tucks in the front.

And, you do know me right? Buy them in every color is my fashion motto.

Cute, solid color v-neck t-shirts. This white is really nice because it's not paper-thin.



I bought the navy and will have to go to another Wal-mart to get the black. I didn't buy the red because I already have a red one, but WHAT WAS I THINKING? Of course, I need a backup red one. In case of a fashion emergency.


Then found these t-shirts in really cute bright color stripes. And now that I think about it, I might have forgotten to buy a couple of colors. I'll have to check back.


No, that is not two red striped tops. What do you take me for? Someone who is a little obsessed? Those are RED and RUST. Gah. They are TOTALLY different.



And. Isn't it nice when you get home and what you have bought actually matches something you already have? Remember all those capris? Well, my other fashion motto is "When you buy it in every color, you will eventually find something to match it." See?







I was a little hesitant about this top because I am JUST SLIGHTLY past the age when I want people to think I am PREGNANT and a lot of these smock tops have a tendency to do that. But this one has tucks and lies nice and flat.

They had two colors, so do I need to say it?

And, in a nice conclusion to a story about fashion. The slate green top matched the slate green/white checked capris for which I thought I would NEVER find something to match.

So, in conclusion, my two fashion rules. Print them out and put them on your refrigerator. Because I am a FASHION GODDESS. And now my daughter is LAUGHING OUT LOUD.

1. If it fits, buy it in every color.
2. If you buy it in every color, eventually you will have things that match.

But now that I am thinking about it. I don't have ANY slate green shoes. This is completely unacceptable. Completely.

The tops are all Faded Glory and the skorts are White Stag. They are all available on Wal-mart online for minimal shipping costs. Just search for women's apparel. Let me know if you buy some and what you think. And let me know if you buy them in every color. It will make me feel better.

Where is Your Heart? Or, I Am Soooo Old

This is a really interesting meme from Hanlie. Actually, it was started by another blogger but her blog is not in English, so I couldn't understand a thing!

Anyway, the idea is to post a music video from the year you were born. I wasn't sure if I could find such a thing although music HAD been invented back then, in case you were wondering. Apparently, the top song in 1953 was a song from Moulin Rouge called "Where Is Your Heart". Strange that Moulin Rouge is popular again because of the hit movie. There were several versions of this song on youtube, but this one is my favorite.






If you want to participate in this meme (I tag EVERYONE.), here's a list of top songs that may help you. Let me know when you post!

Check out my Herald-Leader blog post today: What Books Should I Buy My Preschooler?

Mrs. Who's White Elephant Blog Giveaway - June 2, 2008

Jessica from Don't Give Him Crackers won the little purple hippo from last week. Jessica, can you send me your address again?

Mrs. Who's White Elephant Blog Giveaway

White Elephant: Something of dubious or limited value (value being in the eye of the beholder)

For details about the FREE (Yes, FREE. No strings attached. Well. Except you do have to visit my blog.) White Elephant Blog Giveaway, just click here. Now, make a comment. You know you want to.

This is an absolutely brand new backgammon game that someone probably got for a present and decided they were just not that into backgammon. It's about 12" X 8". If you want it, make a comment!