Or nothing I feel like putting up. So... here are few versions of a song I love... and don't even mind that they're using it on a car commercial, since it means I get to hear it when I least expect it. I believe they use the Bo Diddley cover.
Apparently Laura is doling out awards to people who inspire and encourage her... since she had to hand them out to 15 people, I got one! Yay!! :)
I usually love memes, but am up to my gill flaps (Fish College terminology) in life right now so will probably not do it with all the bells and whistles...
What I will do is say, "Thank you. The feeling is mutual." :)
What I will also do is say thank you to most everyone who has crossed this blogging threshold. I love you all so much, I often want to smack you...really, now get outta here!
Last but not least... I'm supposed to pony up with random details about myself. I've been doing that for over 5 years and am not sure what's left to divulge. Laura, if you're interested, here's my first... if the rest of you have any random questions that I have not answered in the past 5 or more years of interacting, feel free to leave them in the comment section.
Last night, after Grizzled finished his vegetable-laden, heart-healthy dinner... I knew what was coming,
G: "Do we have anything fun to eat?? I want a candy bar!!!"
Me: "No... there are no candy bars, because you, for the 1000th time since I've known you, have asked that I not buy fun stuff, and that I try to jam even more plant-life into your meals... which, as you'll recall, I am fine with... but I am getting tired of then catching crap for not having anything fun in the house."
Fast forward to dance class time for YL...
G: "Will you please pick up some candy bars when you're taking YL to dance? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze?"
Me: "No... I look like hell, I'm covered with dust bunnies and paint... no, I'm not going to stop and buy candy bars. Besides, you said you're trying to eat less crap."
Fast forward to the drive to dance class:
YL: "Are you going to stop and get candy bars??"
Me: "No. But I think when I get back, I'll tell your father that I'll make him cookies if he picks you up and then does carpooling for EL."
YL: "That sounds like a bribe."
Me: "That's a negotiation. Marriage is full of them."
YL: "But it sounds more like a bribe..."
Me: "Bribes tend to be illegal. There's nothing illegal with me baking your father a few cookies... Now get out of the car. I'll see you in an hour."
YL: "Don't you mean Dad will see me in an hour? You'll be busy baking bribery cookies."