Monday, September 29, 2008
I Just Don't Get It.
(If you have problems with the embedded video, click here.)
And while it's funny when it's Tina Fey rambling on and on on a SNL sketch, it's SCARY how closely she was quoting the actual Palin/Couric interview. (See this article.)
I am hesitant to venture into politics on this blog, because that tends to be very divisive and ... kinda silly. But we're electing the next leaders of the free world. Is there anyone who actually "gets" her as a VP candidate? Are we really serious?!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
The Hat ... Not Completed. Yet.
This is where I stand on this hat project. It wasn't going so well. So I pulled it out to start over. And, instead of retrying with the "good" yarn, I just started over on another color (of the same yarn ... don't ask. I'm dumb.) and this is the finished product.
Labels: Work in Progress
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
happy september twenty-second
Monday, September 15, 2008
Everyone, meet Charlie.
Or, rather, see him again.
First, here. Then, here. And again, here. Another time, here. And lastly, here.
Friday, September 12, 2008
It's been a heck of a week and I'm anticipating a Friday night of NOTHING. And NOTHINGness includes a LOT of sleep!!
Labels: Good for a laugh
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
(Yes, I met them more than half-way on that grammatical correction.)
If you read this, would you please take a minute to pray for the Hyrne family. Hannah, Rally, and Mr. Rick just buried their mom (his wife) less than two weeks ago.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Also ... Hurricane Hanna? I ain't skeered. I just wish you'd make up your mind where you're going and just GO there!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
But still, at seven o'clock that evening, dressed to the nines (even with bare feet) I stepped out in confidence, knowing that I had been chosen by you. That we were choosing each other over every other potential mate the world had to offer, over the naysayers, over our families, and over anything else that might threaten to pull us apart. This, we determined, is the path we would travel, and we would do so together.
And, in a similar fashion, every day as I walk out of the house (never dressed as nicely but often still with bare feet), I meet the world as Mrs. Kyle Polk. Chosen. Loved. And bound to annoy the same man for the rest of our lives. Lucky you.
Let's have another 4, and then 14 and then 40. Shall we?
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