Gone Skiing

Unfortunately I didn't get my "I've Gone Skiing" blog post done before I left for our ski trip, so now you're stuck with my "Holy Hell Why Do Ski Boots Hurt Like Such a Mother?" post instead. It goes along with my "My Calves Are Calling Me All Sorts of Disgusting Names" post and my "No Matter How Warmly You Dress, Your Nose Will Still Drip the Entire Time You're Skiing" post.

Fortunately it also goes with my "All Day Kids Ski School is the Best Invention Known to Man" and the "How Awesome is the New Winter Park Ski Resort?" post.

"And how would it finish?" you ask. Well it finishes with the "I Want to Live in Winter Park Mainly Because the Nature Girl Look Is So Much Easier Than the City Girl Look" and "Why Being a Cougar Would Be So Much Fun in Winter Park (Hint: Super Cute Not so Bright Ski Instructor Boys).

Oh and as I usually do when I know I'm going to be absent from blogging for a while, it would also finish with a blogthing. As I've been seeing all sorts of awesome hats every where at the ski resort, I thought this one is perfect. Enjoy! And I'll see you when I get back.

You Are a Hat With Flaps

You are fun loving, cheerful, and even pretty cute most of the time. You use fashion to play. You never take style all that seriously. You're the type most likely to wear a funny t-shirt or goofy hat. But when it comes time to clean up, you clean up nicely.

What Winter Hat Are You?

Blogthings: Quizzes and Tests and Memes, Oh My!

Wordless Wednesday - Nerves Before a Piano Competition

Little C got a 1+ which for all of you non-musicians that's like an A+ or top honors.

Congrats to her!

For more Wordless Wednesday go here or 5 Minutes for Mom or

if you're feeling chatty.

Unsatisfied Whirlpool Customer

$89 for Diagnosis

plus

$130 for Labor

plus

$150 for parts including shipping

plus

Taxes

plus

2-3 weeks with no clothing dryer

plus

2.5 year old Whirlpool Duet Dryer

Equals

Unsatisfied Whirlpool Customer

(Just in case you at Whirlpool Customer Service were unclear.)

A Question of Journalism

Last night after the Oscars I was getting ready to turn off the television when an interesting local news story came on called A Question of Faith. When hearing the initial introduction to the topic, I cringed.

"One of the fundamentals of these United States is freedom of religion, which most people interpret as one of any number of religions. But what if your religion is not to have one at all?"

You see I live in Oklahoma, center of the Bible Belt. Here objectivity coming from a local news station is an often hard commodity to come by when most of your constituents and advertisers would protest to the extreme any objective, non-biased journalism when it comes to the topic of religion. So when I heard the opening line of this news story, I cringed, assuming what was to follow would be the typical, biased rhetoric I was used to hearing. But after listening further to the story, I was pleasantly surprised. The journalist interviewing seemed to be, well, acting like a professional journalist.

He asked questions. The people being interviewed answered. We were hearing both sides of the story and were being allowed to come up with our own opinion about the topic. I was shocked. I was confused. I asked my husband, "Are we still in Oklahoma or did we move and I just haven't realized it yet?"

And then we got to the final question from the journalist to the Catholic priest being interviewed, "Bottom line. If there is an Atheist celebration at a park, and a storm rolls in, should I not be any where near them when the lightening strikes?"

The priest replies, "Good idea..."

And they both laugh.

Phew. I was confused for a moment. I thought we might actually get an objective new story. Instead we got a weak attempt at comedy.

Here's a tip for that journalist. Don't quit your day job. You're not remotely intelligent or funny enough to appear on The Daily Show or The Colbert Report. Why don't you work on your journalism skills instead?

Blame It on the Diet

I have been feeling really persnickety lately (blame it on the diet). As a result, I've been again trying to argue with the people who sway politically to the right on Twitter who seem to be really exhibiting the very definition of paranoia lately. Don't believe me? Try this experiment. Type this into your Twitter stream, "Obama makes Reagan look like a doofus. #tcot" See what you get.

See what I mean? Persnickety. What's wrong with me?

I know better. You can't argue with someone who feels so strongly can you? There is no changing their mind. You are two polar opposites. You are never going to agree. I should just leave them alone.

I can't though.

There's just something in me that feels the need to rile them up.

It's like when I'm out with my lady friends having a good time and some stupid, young, drunk guy comes up to us in a bar and says something inane like we sure look "good for our age" or "why do your husbands let you go out without them?" Sure I could leave those idiots alone. But I feel the need to antagonize them further. I mean they should be punished for being so drunk and stupid. And really it's just so easy when they're that drunk and that stupid.

And that's how I feel about some extremists. Notice I said some. Some people on the right are perfectly normal, but there are those...oh, come on. You know there are. They're just one step away from bombing that abortion clinic.

****Kelly furrows her brow thinking.***

...bombing an abortion clinic...

Huh.

Maybe I should stop antagonizing them.

They are starting to sound a little scary.

The Shred Challenge: Day 1

So every morning I plug in the straight iron and fix my kids' crazy hair. We always have interesting discussions during the styling, usually involving what's going to happen that day at school, but today my son noticed that instead of my usual attire of pajamas I had my workout clothes on. He asked, "Why are you dressed like that?"

I replied, "I'm starting the Shred again today. I'm scared."

He looked confused so I continued, "I'm scared because I'm so out of shape, and I know it's going to be hard."

He still looked confused so I continued, "It's kind of like when you start a new sport. It's that kind of scared."

He replied, "I don't get scared when I start a new sport."

I questioned, "You don't?"

He finished wisely, "No. I mean it's only hard at the beginning. Mostly it's just fun. Especially when I do well."

And there it is, a ten year old wiser than his mother.

Though he still can't do his own hair.

Only in OK: "Stop Pelosi"

Sometimes things can only be explained by using a picture.

"Stop Pelosi"

Uh-huh.

OK then.

Happy Friday!