My First Election by Mrs. Jumex, age 7

For almost as far back as I can remember I’ve liked politics. The first election I really remember was Jimmy Carter’s re-election attempt in 1980. I was in 2nd grade and the entire voting process was a big deal because the 2nd graders had to go upstairs, no man’s land, to vote in the 6th grade room. It was probably my first time going upstairs at my school and I remember that it was quiet and not quite as colorful up there. Downstairs, where the Kindergartners, first and second graders were, there was art on the wall, the door to the playground, and sounds of students singing the ABC’s or laughing and cheering. Upstairs was darker, more serious – there was real work going on up there. Real 3rd through 6th grade work.

So when we finally made it upstairs and entered the never-before-seen 6th grade classroom we felt as though our vote was something very important, that it really mattered. This was a big deal.

Now that I look back I wonder if it was the intent of the teachers and staff to make us feel as though our vote counted and that we were taking part in something bigger than us. If it was, it certainly worked on me. I proudly voted for the (then current) president – the only one I knew anything about – and anxiously awaited for the announcement over the loudspeaker that Jimmy Carter had won in the ever important St. John School election.

It was not to be.

I was sad. Really, really sad. Not because the person I had chosen lost – well maybe that a little – but mostly because I had perfected what I thought to be a pretty darn good Jimmy Carter impersonation. It was a HUGE hit with every adult I encountered. I would put on the biggest, toothiest grin I could muster and I would say, “Hi, I’m Jimmy Carter and I want to be your president. Want to buy some peanuts?” And all the adults in my near vicinity would laugh hysterically. I especially remember making my mom laugh so hard it brought tears to her eyes. And of course their hysterical laughter had to have meant that my impersonation was flawless. I mean, why else would you laugh so hard? With all the wisdom of my 7 years I knew that the reason I was so funny was because of the utter ridiculousness of a dead-on Carter impersonation coming out of the mouth of a 7 year old Mexican-American girl. Yeah, that was totally it.

Jimmy Carter helped me realize that I was destined to be an actress and comedienne. It was during that tough Carter/Reagan race that I discovered what political humor was (the immature and silly kind – but political nonetheless). It was then that I realized I loved making people laugh. That was also when I realized making people laugh was an addiction and I needed to feed that addiction no matter what the cost. Humiliate myself? Absolutely! Go to great lengths all for the joke? Of course! Thank you Jimmy Carter.

I still love politics and I especially enjoy presidential elections. Election time is such an exciting time. People are talking about the future of our country and what they’ll do to make your life better. Never mind that they don’t know what’s going to happen and there’s no guarantee they can make any of our lives better. For me, the best part about an election is that ultimately we all have a say in the final decision. I know there are a lot of people out there that think their vote doesn’t count and don’t even bother to get themselves to the polls. I know that our election process isn’t perfect. But to me, none of that matters.

What matters to me is that my grandparents were born in Mexico and both came here when they were children. They became American citizens during the very tumultuous 60’s. Their American citizenship was very important to them, I know of no two people more proud to be Americans than them. So it is because of them that I’ve always believed in politics – the process of choosing our leaders – and I’ve always believed in voting.

So, was it the walk upstairs and down the hallowed halls of St. John that planted this seed of citizenship in me? Was it Martin and Santos, the proud immigrants who believed in America that taught me the importance of voting? Or was it just the desire to make people laugh in the midst of all the seriousness?

I’m sure it was all three of these things. It’s the anticipation of seeing your vote count, the love of country instilled in me by my family and it’s the fact that there aren’t too many things in this world better than a really good political joke.

But I bet most of all it was my dead-on Jimmy Carter impersonation.

P.S. Don’t forget to vote on Tuesday!!!!

Welcome to my blog!

As you can see, this is the jumexnation. The story goes that when Stu and I first moved in together, my brother's friend (and mine too) Jimmy brought us a can of Jumex, the delicious fruit beverage, because that's what our family was going to be - Jew+Mexican=Jumex. So we sort of ran with it, we both thought it was funny and put the can above the sink in the kitchen of our first home together. We giggled when we looked up and saw it and slowly the name started to grow on us - and our friends.

I don't remember when or how it happened but soon Jumex was the title by which Stu and I were referred to collectively. Once someone called us the Jumex Nation and when we bought our house and were trying to settle on a name for our new home we decided on Jumex Acres (our home sits on an acre and a half - not quite 2 acres but more than one!).

On MySpace, I would use the Jumex bottlecap as my default photo. On our Christmas/Hanukkah cards I used a can of Jumex in the photos. When we were married the pastor that married us called us the Jumex Nation. It's sort of stuck and taken hold.

Now, I am fully aware that when pronounced properly Jumex is said HU-mex. But where's the fun in that? Besides, everyone in America calls it Jumex - and that's sort of what we are - this merging of a Jewish man with Candadian (and Polish and Russian) roots and a Mexican-American woman whose grandparents came here from Mexico. The blue can that holds various tropical fruit beverages sort of suits us.

When I started my blog on MySpace it was called "Random Musings by Maria" - and then when I started THIS blog I was including my new husband and the beginning of our journey together - and whatever stories happen along the way, hence the jumexnation.

Now last night as I was working on the fancy new artwork you see on top there (not fancy but it is new and I did all by myself!) I was trying to think of the subtitle for the blog. Up until yesterday it had been "The goings on of a Mexican and Jewish Family in Oklahoma". Eh, it was okay. Then Mr. Jumex and I were playing around with several others - it was important to me that the subtitle not only conveyed our union but also the merger of the Mexican and Jewish cultures, which even though we are both 2 generations removed from parts of our roots - they're still there. So we tossed some ideas out there and partially due to sleepy silly's - we settled on "mary meets moses in a final smackdown". It made me laugh really hard (and it was totally Stu's idea, he really is quite funny).

So the question I pose to you is - is this a suitable subtitle? Do you have any other ideas? Is anyone even reading this? Some others I've entertained were...

- A Jewish boy falls in love with a Mexican girl in Oklahoma
- A Mexican/Jewish family in Oklahoma
- The goings on of a Mexican Jewish family in Oklahoma

See, not too exciting, huh? So far - I still like mary meets moses, but I'd like to know what you think.

I heard an interview with John Grisham yesterday where he said in order to be a serious writer you have to commit to writing one page a day. I'm certainly not looking to get published or anything, heck I'm not even looking to get anyone but my friends to read this, but I would like to write more. I like it, and sometimes I say mildly humorous things that I look back on later and think, "ha, that was cute". And maybe some day I can share it with my kids too - one never knows.

So here's a page for today - I'm not sure that there's anything too note worthy but at least I have checked one more thing off my list. Tonight I look forward to an evening full of sitting on the couch, watching American Idol and snuggling with Mr. Jumex. Oh, and here's hoping for a SNOW DAY tomorrow! Maybe the cold and snow will kill the congestion in my head - ugh, THAT is miserable indeed!

Wishing you unexpected surprises and happy endings...
Maria

Photos from Key West - take two. Bless your soul for even looking at my blog!

 

 

Pictures from Key West, FL

I failed miserably at this attempt! So I tried again.

I took a trip to Mexico in October

It's so cold outside. I am in some sort of denial because I have been refusing to wear a coat unless I absolutely need one. But I'm not in as much denial as the girl I saw at one of my favorite Mexican restaurants last night. She was wearing a turtleneck dress, tres chic, no? But, it was micro-mini-skirt in length. And she didn't have hose on. Or tights. And she had on red pumps.

I'm all for wearin' what you want but did someone forget to tell her that it's below freezing outside? She walked in and I was sitting next to my favorite red head and almost simultaneously we said (outloud) "Really?!". It was funny - we were in a meeting so I excused us for sharing the same brain and we moved on.

Here's a boat in the town square at Key West. I remember the salty air and feeling drunk on warm breezes and the laid back feeling of the town. I have to go right now because I have too much to do - but here's another picture for you to look at while we endure this bitter cold.

I love this shot - it's from underwater while we were snorkeling. And holding hands at the same time. We're sappy like that - I know, you can hate me for it.

P.S. I'm still mastering the art of blogging on blogger so the pics will appear after this post.

Toilet Seats Pt. 2

So I signed up to have some advertising on my blog, maybe some day more than 2 people will read this blog and it will pay off big time. In the mean time, I suppose it posts advertising based on the content of my blog. So after my last post I see this ad in the corner:


Heated toilet seats
Warm, comfortable and affordable. UltraTouch makes a great gift!
www.heatedtoiletseat.com

Wow. Have toilet seats become my theme? My recurring joke? Perhaps. That might not be such a bad thing though...we'll see. Anyway, isn't it funny that it says "UltraTouch makes a great gift!" Who gives that? What would you say if you got that as a gift. "Thanks Mom, now every time my ass touches a toilet seat I'll feel warm and cozy and think of you." Ew! I mean, part of my issue with the soft toilet seat was the warmth! How many germs would spread if the seat was heated on purpose!

So if the heated toilet seat people ever read this blog they'll see that I'm not their biggest advocate - a strike against me? Perhaps. But one I can live with.

And maybe you'll be getting a heated toilet seat for your birthday this year, just wait!

Test

So I subscribe to Picasa to store all my photos. And I'm still learning all the bells and whistles. One of them is this handy dandy button that says "Blog this!" and it's connected to Blogger, where this blog is (obvious, I know!). So this is just a test of this special feature. This is a photo of Hwy 75 as I was headed to my sleep test. (Which I will be blogging about soon!). I have been inspired by www.thepioneerwoman.com to experiment with my photograpy and this is a raw picture of the highway lights. It's nothing now - but I took a lot of photos that have some potential!!! I'm excited to experiment.

Speaking of P-dub, I am currently catching up on her blog because I only recently discovered it in December. (As a matter of fact, it's the new addiction of me and all my girlfriends - we dream of hanging out with her some day, drinking wine on girl's night and being her new best friend - yes, we're goofs like that) I'm reading about Addie, the original Pioneer Woman and P-dub's husband's great-great grandmother. As I'm reading this, I'm watching, I must confess, "Rock of Love" with Bret Michaels. I feel as if I'm sinning. The juxtaposition of horrible, tacky, reality show television up against a woman that worked so hard to take care of her family in the rough beginnings of Oklahoma - it's just, it's just - so wrong. And weird, and I feel like I'm so horrible for even cyber exposing Addie to "Rock of Love". One of the girls on the TV show just said, "I'm not competing with a thong." Sage advice - I shall no longer force a noble Oklahoma woman to compete with the very silly and fake breasted women of VH1. Wow - this is so weird - I'm sorry if you had to read this, really. But I had to share.

Classic Blogging pt. 2

So this is from almost exactly a year ago when I met Stu's dad for the first time. Stu's dad bought a car from the dealership where Stu is internet sales manager. We drove the car up to Michigan and the flew back. It took a couple of days to get to MI and this is the story of what happened when we finally arrived. Stu's dad is something else, believe me, this is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Enjoy!

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OK, so we get to the suburb of Detroit that Stu grew up in and Stu's dad is out with a friend. They went to see the Caine Mutiny at an old theater and Stu and I went to his mom's to see the house he group up in. Beautiful! It's in immaculate condition - and different, Stu says, than when he was growing up. Gorgeous home. I saw all kinds of old pictures of Stu. Now, I think Stu is hot. I love him, he's mine, of course he's beautiful to me. But last night I saw some pictures I've never seen before. Like when he was a teenager. WOW! I'm not kidding, I wanted to make out with him right then and there. Which made me think, wow, am I a pervert b/c I think this photo of him when he was 16 is hot? Don't answer that. But yes - weird sicko. HA HA. Seriously though, WHAT a cutie!!!

Anyway, moving on. So we get to his dad's "condo". It's a condo I guess b/c he owns it but it's really a two bedroom apartment. It's nice. And a nice neighborhood. This "condo" is probably worth $89,000. In Bartlesville, it would be worth 30 or 40 but it's all about location.

The apartment is stark. Not a whole lot in it. Some nice pieces of furniture but the bedrooms are really plain. Seriously, it looks like a guy lives here. His dad also doesn't have any cable TV so we nestled in on the couch and watched the Sarah Silverman DVD I brought. We were exhausted from the trip AND going up a flight of stairs with 50 lbs of luggage isn't as easy as it sounds.

So his dad arrives with his friend. She seems nice. And he hugs me and says that his son looks happy. And then pretty much immediately he starts showing us his art. About a year ago, Stu's dad, Mike, started taking art lessons. So he proceeds to show us everything he's done. And when I say everything, I mean everything. There was no, "Hi son, how was your trip, are you guys okay, do you want a cup of tea?" Nothing. It was, "I've got to show you what I've been working on." And I'm thinking, okay, he hasn't seen him in a while. He's excited.

That was an understatement.

He was manic about showing us everything. We started with sketch. And all the preliminary sketches that led up to the final sketches. Then we went to charcoal. "Look at the shadows" he would say. About each picture. All of them. Then we went into colored pencil. And when I say he showed us all of them, I mean the ones where it was just a sheet of various angles of his hand. And it was interesting! It's just that - wow. I saw a lot of art last night. A lot.

OK, then it was water color, oil paintings and perhaps a few more charcoals. Each of the pictures were carefully dissected to point out every shadow or each new technique he had perfected. I haven't taken a picture of the one of Stu as a child that he did - I will. That will speak for itself. Some of what he does is really great - he's gotten the folds in a piece of cloth down pat. I was mesmerized to the point of habitual yawning at seeing every subtle nuance of EVERY oil painting that existed in his home. He's excited!

OK, so then he leaves to take his friend home and Stu and I settle in for some more Sarah Silverman. When he returns he shows us the towels, the pillows, where we can put our stuff. And then he shows us the bed. Stu had told me before we left that his dad was going to give us the master bedroom and he'd sleep on the couch. No. He prepared for us a lovely bed in the guest room. Sheets, comforter, single bed. Single. Bed. Now, I don't know if you have noticed this or not, but we're not what you would call small people. He didn't offer an explanation as to why we needed the single bed. He seriously looked at me straight faced and said I'll be taking the master bed and you'll have the guest bedroom. So while he's walking back and forth between the kitchen and the living room Stu's looking at me saying - you want to go to mom's? We were not sure what to do. It was midnight, we were tired. Who wants to lug all our shit back down stairs?

Never fear, we had plenty of time to formulate a plan b/c his father then proceeded to talk to us for another 45 minutes.

So while we're sitting helplessly on the couch trying to figure out how we're going to sleep together, his dad regales us with stories about everything from the holocaust museum in Detroit to the origins of the Jews in Palestine to the drinking water in Detroit. I am not kidding. Neither one of us said one thing once. It was a one way conversation. And I was seriously trying to look engaged and give a "uh-huh" or a nod but my eyes were so dry I could have pulled straw out of them. Time now is about 1 am.

All the while, his dad is going back and forth to the kitchen to get his vitamins and drink his night cap of Creme de Menth. So while he's telling the stories his teeth are turning the green of scope mouthwash. And then, when we see a break and he says he's going to bed he tells me. "I take a long time to get ready, from start to finish it's about 2 and a half hours. I get up, take my shower and do all my exercises for my arthritis. I do a lot of stomach work for my back. This creates a lot of movement. (Huh? I'm thinking) So I'm sure you'll be wondering why you keep hearing the toilet flush but all that stomach work really moves your bowels. (no...no he didn't) I'm not kidding, I go about 3 times in the morning."

Did he just tell me that he has three bowel movements in the morning? Yes, yes he did.

Anyway - sorry this has been so long but it had to be said and shared. This is a private blog, just for you few. (not now - it was on MySpace!) He finally went to bed and Stu and I put the single bed next to the couch and it's working out okay. We'll see what today brings. It's hotter than 9 hells in here but Stu's got 2 fans on us and we're pretty comfortable. We giggled all night before we went to sleep. That felt amazing.

Love you guys!!!

Maria blog, classic version...

Here's another one from my old blog. This one's comin' atcha from February 2006 when I went to Steamboat Springs, CO for work. I read it and thought about how beautiful Colorado is. The snow and mountains are so peaceful. I really love it there. Anyway, we haven't had much snow here in Oklahom this year - mostly just ice. Here's to winter white days with snow boots and warm cocoa. Hope you have a wonderful rest of the week - coming up soon, my adventures in sleep study - complete with pics!
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February 4, 2006

Wow, it is beautiful here. I am here for a forum on aging that begins tomorrow evening. I arrived today about 9:45 am and the forum doesn't begin until 6 pm tomorrow. I am staying at one of our board members homes right off the slopes!!! They have a ski in and a ski out built into their home! Enough with the exclamation points! However, there's about 5 feet of snow in front of the door where the "ski out" is. I doubt I'll get to ski - but it is mucho fun to watch the skiers go down the slopes from my bedroom window. This house is amazing. It's big enough to sleep 20 and it's oh so spacious. You could probably sleep a Mexican family of 40 here. They recently remodeled their home and there is now an extension. So my bedroom is the old master bedroom and their bedroom is gorgeous. (so is mine though)

I'm writing this in the hopes that I will have internet access once I get to the hotel where the forum is. There's none here. The addiction will have to subside for 2 days. That will leave me plenty of time to catch up on some knitting. So I'm typing away on my laptop and I'll post it later. For those of you that care it's Tuesday January 31, 2006 4:58 pm MT.

So, I was nervous as hell b/c there was a possibility of having to ride a propeller plane from Denver to Hayden. Stu said, "let me look at your ticket, nah, doesn't look like it." It was. Ugh. I had a bad experience on a prop plane once so I wasn't looking forward to the flight. I took something to calm me down and it was bumpy at first but not too bad once we got in the air. This one was bigger than the other one I had been on too. So, here I am safe and sound and my hostess informed me that the prop plane was safer than a jet. She is pretty darn convincing too.

So now the only real demon I have left to face tonight is one of sleeping alone for the first time in almost a year. So far it just feels like sort of a work day, but this evening when he's not there to keep me warm, I'll be sad. It's not that we can't stand to be apart - this is just the first time in 11 months!

One more thing. When we arrived my hostess took me to Winona's for breakfast. Mmmm. We both had eggs Benedict and it was very good. They even had Cholula (good hot sauce).

I'm off to knit and I'm sure I'll be exploring Steamboat this evening. My hostess said our goal was to sleep in as late as possible tomorrow. Mmmmmm.....sleep.......

Champagne wishes and caviar dreams everyone!

Stu plus Maria equals Jumex

Here's another one for today - it's our love story. I'm flipping through all the old blogs and I found this one - and felt compelled to share. I love this story.

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March 4, 2006

One year ago today Stu and I met for our very first date. We first met on line at match.com. I'm sure anyone who knows me has heard the story but here it goes again...

I went on match.com to go out to dinner. Yep, I was looking for a free meal, nothing more. I wanted to go out more, I wanted to meet more people - even though I knew quite a few already - but I wanted to just expand my horizons as they say. I wanted to be taken out to dinner by a nice guy and have a good conversation and if it worked out great and if not who cares.

Well, one of my brother's friends found my profile and "winked" at me. Winking is what you did to get someone's attention and if they were interested in you they'd wink back then you'd message each other and so on. Well when Darren winked I thought, "that's hilarious, I wonder who else from Bartlesville is on match.com?" See, I was living in Tulsa and only searching in Tulsa. Darren, like me, was from Bartlesville and that's what his location stated. So I was going to search in Bartlesville just to see who I might know and then make fun of them for having a profile on match.com. Never mind that I had one too - it's just what we do in Bartlesville. Make fun of each other.

So I'm searching through the profiles, do-do-do-do-do, la-la-la, and lo and behold there's "Mr. Wonderful". Hilarious. Who are you searching for girls? Mr. Wonderful? Well here he is! I got the joke - apparently, and lucky for me, no one else did. The other intriguing thing was that he was Jewish. I mean - it was like - wow, really? In Bartlesville? I know some Jewish people - Jon Stewart, Jerry Seinfeld, Adam Sandler, Harvey Weinstein, the list goes on - and they all seemed like very cool people. I had to find out more.

Turns out, Stu had been in Oklahoma about 12 of the previous 13 years. He was recently divorced, only came to Bartlesville b/c he found a job here - he was friends with someone who had once owned a business in Tulsa and had moved to Bartlesville. He didn't know anyone, was trying to meet people and wonder of wonders he put a profile on match.com.

When I saw his profile I was so very excited. He was funny, smart, he was well educated, he liked so many of the same things I liked. I remember him saying that he loved to watch the news but he'd be just as happy watching Spongebob Squarepants. I was swooning. And I replied to his profile saying just that "Oh my gosh, I LOVE the news, and I LOVE Spongebob, and I LOVE eating good food, and I LOVE solving long division in my spare time..." Ok - not the last one. He wrote me back and said he was absolutely floored. He didn't think anyone would like his profile. I can't remember exactly what else he said but I remember wondering if he was being sarcastic - he wasn't - but it also wasn't the first time I'd wonder if he was being sarcastic.

And it wasn't the first time I'd swoon...

So we exchanged a few emails, got each other's phone numbers, and on March 3, 2005 we talked on the phone for 4 hours. Folks, I do NOT like to talk on the phone. We couldn't stop talking though, and after four hours we had to go to sleep but I don't think I could sleep - I was on cloud 9.

Then, a year ago today, we went on our first date. We hugged each other immediately. We went out to eat at a spendy restaurant in Bville, and only ordered appetizers b/c we were both too excited to eat. I remember telling him about my job, I remember him being so kind and looking at me with those huge green eyes and making me feel like I was beautiful. That night was perfect, we went out every night that weekend and have been together ever since. It took us 5 days to say we loved each other. It happened so fast but when ya know, ya know. He's so very precious and kind. We've both been hurt and in some tough relationships and just so absolutely happy and grateful to find each other. We are comfortable and we are completely in love. I always wondered what it would feel like to finally meet "the one". I could never have imagined this feeling in a million years... It's all that you hope for then turned up to eleven. You know what I mean!

OK - so that's it for now. I'm swooning today. Tonight we're going to eat at a very nice restaurant. Yea! Stu and I are very happy and pleased to have reached this one year mark - but at the same time, it doesn't feel like anything special b/c we feel this way every day. We're looking forward to treating ourselves to some good one on one time. And of course, spending the rest of our lives together!

America, it's time to take a stand!

That's right, it's time to take a stand.

A stand against soft toilet seats.

I went to a friends house today, an older friend who has probably lived in this house for over 40 years. At one point I excused myself to go to the restroom and there it was, one of the things I dread most. A soft toilet seat.

I know, you'll say, "It's a matter of preference, Maria. Why do I need to take a stand?" I"ll tell you why, because they're gross god damnit. They're soft and squishy and warm. They're just plain wrong.

I brought this issue up with my husband. Actually, he just asked me if I was blogging and what about. I told him it was soft toilet seats and he said, "ewwww, I hate those." I said, "I know!"

Then I proceeded to offer up my analysis. I think this is what it does to me. 1. One of the good things about your rear end visiting a toilet seat (in my opinion) is the cold porcelin, plastic, whatever it is, hitting your derrier. It sends a message. It says, "no ass has been in this seat for some time and all germs that were here previously have died since the last ass was here." It's comforting, it lets you know that you're having a private moment. A soft seat is not cold. It's like someone was just there, comfortably sitting where you now sit. Invading your privacy. 2. It's squishy and soft which leads one to believe that it's porous. Porous meaning that it's holding germs. Germs from the previous ass that deigned to sit there. It's just gross. The seat is porous, my ass is porous - germs are just jetting to and fro willy nilly. I can't help it, I'm thinking it the entire time I'm sitting. I realize it's probably completely unreasonable which is why I don't hover. I hate the hover. I hate having to hold myself up and I hate the idea that there's a misconception that civilization will cease due to the transfer of ass germs. So I refuse to hover. Unless I'm in the most absolutely grossest of locations - but at a friends house, a hover is unnecessary - but I digress, I'll save it for another blog.

So I bring up these two points to Stu, my husband. His response was, "I didn't even realize they still made those." "Exactly!" was my response. I don't think they DO make soft toilet seats anymore. Which means that the toilet seat I set my dainty little ass on today is probably at LEAST 20 or 25 years old!! THAT means not only is this soft, squishy, porous toilet seat holding the ass germs of the previous (albeit most likely clean and non-hygeine challenged) person, but it's holding the ass germs of the previous 25 years!!!!!! EWW!!! It gives me the heebie jeebies. You probably have the heebie jeebies just reading this. I'm sorry - but I am making a call to action and the only way I can get you to listen is if I give you the heebie jeebies.
So take this as a clear message, next time you're at Aunt Ethel's or your parents lake house - take charge, take a stand, be firm and tell them, for the love of God and all humans with an ass, to remove that soft toilet seat. The life you save may be your own.

P.S. If you have a soft toilet seat I'm sorry. I won't call you out or throw you under the bus if I come to your house. It's just a matter of preference - but seriously, if you DO like them - explain yourself! Help me understand - perhaps it will make my squeamishness go away.

Or maybe I'll just put on Depends if I'm coming to your house.

A merger will be happening...

Hi all - all probably one of you that read this blog - but that's soon to change! I have decided to take some of my favorite blogs from my MySpace blog and start placing them here. I'll start with one of my favorites that I just wrote two days ago. Enjoy!

What can I say? I'm a slacker...

I have a blog on MySpace too and I need to just have one blog. But I also need to rearrange my sock drawer and that ain't gettin' done either. So to my one reader - I apologize. My New Year's Resolution is to fix this. I also resolved to have no more resolutions so I guess that saves me...