To the surprise of absolutely no one, Jen goes home on Big Brother. I can’t figure these people out. It’s uncomfortable watching them and I’m kinda wishing I’d left them on my TiFaux unseen. Ah well…if they could just get rid of Dick now, it might be more interesting to watch. Except, you know, not really. Yuck. I want my dance shows baaaaaack! (Rumors abound on who is going to be on the next season of Dancing With the Stars…I’m hearing everything from Gisele Bundchen to Wayne Newton!)
Enough whining…on to some winning!
The SHaQ Attack question this week was to name an animal, other than a dog, who has appeared in one of my books. You call came through with a huge list – everything from Elvis the Iguana to Cleopatra the three legged alligator, to Ringer, the shape shifting pet in Royal Hunter. The winning Blog Babe this week? Is Darla Ray! Woo hoo, Darla!!!
I am participating in my first MINI Cooper run tomorrow – should be a fun day. I hope everyone has a great weekend!
Tune in next week for more SHaQ Attack fun!
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I got this from my oldest daughter, and I have to admit, as a mother of THREE teenage girls, I found it very amusing:
A Mother passing by her son’s bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up.
Then she saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to “Mom” With the worst premonition she opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.
Dear Mom,:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it’s not only the passion…Mom she’s pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone.We’ll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don’t worry Mom. I’m 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I’m sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love,
Your Son Jon
P.S. Mom, none of the above is true. I’m over at Tommy’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that’s in my center desk drawer.
I love you.
Call me when it’s safe to come home
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