This is My Secksy Voice

OK so the other day The Mom accused me of talking in a "secksy voice." My initial thought was Oh Heavens. The next one was OK if by secksy you mean sounds like Bea Arthur, then absolutely!



Yay for colds!

It's Official

My dilemma of what to be when I grow up has been solved! All due to FB's uncanny ability to advertise to ME!



That's right folks I'm aiming for world domination!



I would like to thank FB for it's amazing ad skillz.
-Kisses, PK

Cha Cha Boochie Cha Cha Cha Boochie ROLL CALL!

Who knows where that came from? OK so, every now and then I actually check out the little stat counter thing at the very bottom of my page.

Yeah, that thing, and you just thought it was for looks. HA! but I digress. Whenever I would check out the keyword thing, it always baffled me that people would come to my page from the google search of usps trivia. Well when I put it in guess who came up as numero quatro? Yeah that's right, me. Kinda funny, kinda scary.

Also for some inexplicable reason my November 2008 archive is the most frequented. Maybe it's because I did the 30 day post challenge or whatever it's called, I've got the badge thingy somewhere on here I think....

The numero uno is actually the title of my blog something about lemons and lemonade, but who does that? ;)

The other one was the mexican horse race game. *insert giggles here*

Some of the other randoms include, boss hogg's car, battlecat, and stickless caramel apples. Speaking of fountains of useles knowledge...

And finally if you type in when life throws you a lemon into the google search bar, my blog came up second. I dunno though I think that depending on the compy you use google becomes prejudice or predisposed to suss out the types of things you would normally select...Am I wrong?

How I Spent My Summer Vacation

Alrighty folks. Another update.

So soon?

I know. I know. It's out my usual habit as of late, but I couldn't let this one pass by without a little mention. Especially since I keep thinking about it every time I realize what my summer work will be.

First, we lead off with a classic.



And now for something really different...but alas they didn't have the part I was hoping to find. Lame-o's.

I was another semi-risque mostly for the lingo snippet from Superstar, just after the opening credits, when she's still a little girl, and pulls the boy from the pool and says "LIFEGUARD" and then does a running jump into the pool.

I just have to say that certain parts of this particular movie have been hitting closer and closer to home. it makes me laugh, but also extremely nervous.

Wonderful

FINALLY! This is the song that's been stuck in my brain off and on for the past year or so. Sad to say that if I hadn't been running super late to class this AM I would not have caught it. This means that I will inevitably end up listening to it about 20+ times per day over the next week or so, just so my brain can have some sort of closure. It will involve a lot of smiling to myself because of the serendipatiousness of the revelatory moment.

Normally it doesn't take me this long, when I get a partial "sound bite" of a song or lyric if you will stuck in my brain. Alright enough of that, time to go listen to the song uno tiempo mas!

Now that you know I'm full of it...myself...yeah I guess that works I've also had this little beauty cracking off every now and then too in the recesses of my brain.



As horribly off key as it is I still think I enjoy the performance as much as I do just listening to the original.

I Did It

I have a confession to make.
I saw This Is It.
Call me whatever, just not to my face ;)

Mission:Vacation, Objective:R & R

You remember this post right? Well I had the genius notion that it will become my vacation trademark.
The silver thingy on the bag looks close enough to a cat for my liking so there you have it, the bag will be your tour guide on my vacation recaps. Trust me it's much better than a fakie picture of me posing like a moron in front of whatever random object I find worthy of obtaining photographic evidence while proving I was really there, isn't my idea of fun.



With that in mind I also have to say that having a blog has greatly changed my perspective and ideas on what is picture worthy. As a matter of fact most of the items/views I choose to take snapshots of are mentally prefaced by thoughts somewhere along the lines of "Heck YES!" or "This will make perfect blog fodder!" "OOH random double entendre signage!"

I've decided that even if the purse falls apart...which it will eventually one day do(sad, but true), I will cut that pocket off and keep it for the vacation/travel purpose alone.

An Open Apology to the Aliens Who Abducted Me, and Upon Whom I Inflicted Great Destruction While Having a Panic Attack Aboard the Mother Ship

...Autobiographical.

My sincerest apologies. I have NOT forgotten, as a matter of fact I am still conjuring, concocting, and idearing to figure out what you might enjoy the most.

Funny Story

Do y'all remember the time I told this story?


Well with all the moving in and rearranging of things around Lady's house, I came across some old toys. One of which included a matchbox size replica of the General Lee.



Although secretly it was Boss Hogg's car that I really wanted



Do you think it was the kick-a$$ horns or possibly the classic appeal of a convertible?

Mexican Horse Race

CQ taught us this game one year after she got home from EFY....

When I was still in school... Wait wait wait that doesn't really start this story off right. Because of my insane dream last week, and Carrot's lovely comment about singing Neil Diamond's America which is what actually happened to remind me of my days in school.

There used to be a video posted on this site that featured this particular song along with some of the more well known statues around campus dancing to it. It rocked with a big finish of it's raining men.

Unfortunately it has been removed. (Brief pause to mourn the loss of teh funny...I'm done)

I did however find this little gem, again it's a little bit old, but still humorous. Enjoy.

Youfers

I found out this morning that my last remaining grandparent passed away. I don’t really know what to say except of what I remember from when I was a little kid. They would always come down to visit us on Thanksgiving, pretty much every year without fail. I guess that her time to go seems a little more appropriate now that I think about it like that.

Anyway I remember that for some reason, all the kids would want to sleep in the bed with grandma and we’d each have a night, because she slept in my parent’s bed, although oddly grandpa never slept in the bed with her, at least there wasn’t a time that I can recall that he did, but I digress.

I also remember that us as grandkidlets would always try to get her to take out her teeth and talk. We just thought that was the coolest thing, still no clue why this fascinated us.

Also that was probably one of the few times during the year that we would get our favorite sugared cereals. It really is a grandparent’s job to spoil the grandkids.

My little kitty’s gone from the basket.
My little kitty’s gone up a tree.
Oh won’t some one please climb up to the tree tops,
And bring back my kitty to me.

There was a little rooster at the barnyard gate,
And that little rooster was GM’s playmate,
And that little rooster went
Cockle-de-doodle-de-doodle-de-do.

There was a little kitty at the barnyard gate
And that little kitty was CQ’s playmate,
And that little kitty went
Meow-meow-meow

For Tori...

Oops how did that get in there? ;)

You know I love you more than my luggage! ;)

Freshman Honors English

HA what a joke. I’m pretty sure I failed horribly struggled in that class. All I remember is talking to my friends. Where was the teacher you ask? Good question. She would talk to us for a little bit every so often. I seriously don’t even remember what we were supposed to be doing in that class.

I only remember reading almost all of the Joy Luck Club, the fact that when everyone else went to Washington DC the kids who stayed behind watched Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet, everyone else got stuck with the lame-o old school version where they had contrasting colored cod-pieces that had the effect of a neon sign (Kinda creepy!), and talking endlessly with the two other girls who were in the back of the classroom about Prince’s Kiss video and Dharma and Greg.

Houseguest

I don’t know why I like this movie, but I do. Even though Phil Hartman’s character is the total embodiment of the Anal Retentive Chef at times. It makes me laugh. So without further ado, check it.

Papaya…Do I Have to Eat It?

Mi Madre… “Lady” (how she got that name is another story for another time) has a home business and as a result we had all kinds of people come to our house over the years. One of my favorites was a very nice lady who was seriously like a live Barbie doll...tall, tan, and blonde. She was a teacher and also did some modeling, this later resulted in MW and I getting a few lessons in modeling etc. I had fun that’s for sure.

This was during the SA years when we lived at the pool during the summers. The only reason I remember this is because we had this game that as kids when one of us passed gas you had to put your thumb to your forehead, with palms open and call out the name of a fruit and the last one to do so…I really don’t remember what the “consequences” were or if there were any really. I think the last person to call just got “blamed” for it? No clue.

Come to think of it, this lady, Living Barbie, actually spent quite a bit of time over at our home. One particular evening when she was over, I remember we were hanging out in the kitchen and somebody flatulated and us girls out of habit reacted. She put her thumb up to her forehead and asked, “What’s this?”

We explained the game to her, and all I really remember was her saying, “Papaya…Do I have to eat it?”

OOOH the games to teach to my nieces & nephews

Civies

Ah Junior Civitans.

HA anywhere else, but where I grew up it would be a community service club, etc. I was thinking about my time in the sorry excuse for a prison, which most people refer to as high school and I remembered a time when I “tried out” for Civinettes...

And thus ensued my first experience with Sorority type groupings. Who else would unite in the name of community service to bait others with snobbery? As in most cases, I was friends with all the different people I wanted to be friends with, but they all fell across various groups of people. I had some friends in Civinettes, but didn’t go up for it Freshman year.

I waited until my Sophmore year. Don’t ask me why, there really was no reason. All I remember and will say about that is that my mother encouraged me to go up for it Freshman year because one of the club officers was a member and she would help “get us in.” That should have been my first clue right there.

During rush week their “try out” time you had to attend a couple different activities, a car wash, a dance/meet and greet, and then (insert scary music here) dun duh duhhhh the interview.

Needless to say in typical me fashion of the time, I missed the dance/social thing, showed up late to the car wash thing, and I don’t really remember the interview except that I knew most of the girls who were “interviewing.” Oh yeah and at the interview you had to recite their motto thingy. All I remember is, “I am a Junior Civitan…” *cricket, cricket*

Lemon Heads: The Anti-Church Treats

So last weekend was Stake Conference. I was definitely reminded of a lesson that my dear sister who had been away at college taught us all one Stake Conference Sunday.

This sister had learned many valuable lessons while away at school during the year. Some of them she was nice enough to share with the rest of us kidlets younger siblings.

Church Treats.

She educated us on the fact that in order for church treats to be successful you needed to remove them from their original packaging and put them into *ziplox or the like so as to minimize that obnoxiously loud celophane crinkling noise that would inevitably occur during one of the more most quiet moments of the meeting.

For this particular Conference Sunday we decided on those...parfait style and these.

Since these come in a box there was no celophane so we didn't switch packaging.

We rolled in to Conference in the back half as per usual unless you show up 30 minutes to an hour early, but we were in front of one of the TV monitors. Yeah we rolled old school back then. Meh If it ain't broke... In the gym we had two TVs on carts. These TVs even had the sweet wood paneling. I still remember them with a certain fondness. :D

Aaaaanyway.

In this particular section, the chairs are all metal folding chairs. There's nothing wrong with sitting on these unless it's for the entire three hours of church, but I digress. So things were going great and the CT rations were working wonders. Church would never be the same. Well after one or two go rounds the CTs were placed on an empty seat between two of the "kids" (let me qualify that statement these kids were about 19 and 20).

A few minutes later one of the kids reached for the now open box of lemonheads and grabbed the sealed end. Normally I would appreciate the ensuing musicality of hard candy on metal chairs maybe even play around with it to see if you could create different sounds when varying certains aspects, this could get very scientific. But Alas, such was not the case.

When the candies danced onto and almost immediately off of said metal chair, all of us had to stifle laughter and of course then there was the embarrassment that followed.

Thankfully no one said anything after Conference was over, but I'm pretty sure they were wondering what the crack was happening and why were they left out.


*That was originally a typo but pretty sure I liked it that way so it stayed. ;)

This Moment Was Brought To You By The Office

For my coworker’s birthdays we decorate their cubes, usually with balloons and streamers and some confetti. Well let me draw a little picture…



This particular go ‘round was JS’s b-day. After a couple days of the decorations being up he decided he would be funny and punch that purple balloon off of the corner of his cube in my direction. He had to hit it a couple times before it came loose, and when it did it gently bounced right in front of my compy screen providing total blockage into my cube.

Then it hit me.

No, not the balloon.

I had an epipha-tree. “Lighting has struck my brain.”

No. Not really, but I quickly grabbed my handy can of compressed air and took aim at the closest Spongebob figurine and fired away until he crash landed on my coworkers desk. I had Nosy Neighbor & AM laughing pretty hard at that.

It made my day :D

A Little Bohemian Rhapsody?

A couple years ago in my singles ward, there was a time when almost every Monday evening after FHE this one kid (I never learned what his name was, weird but true) would end up playing the piano. He would inevitably play Bohemian Rhapsody, which in my book earns him mad rad points.

I surprised myself though. I was able to sing the whole thing from start to finish every.time. Of course there were other people who would sing along because that’s just what we would do.

A year or two later one of my friends said that she always thinks of me when she hears that song. :D

Bohemian Rhapsody is one of those songs that no matter how hard you try you can’t not sing along when you hear it, at least for me. That’s what cracks me up about the sandbox. It’s populated enough that they have several different classic rock stations, and no lie they will usually play Bohemian Rhapsody or We Are the Champions or some other well known Queen song, but those two are usually the most frequently played.

I will sing it all out whenever I hear it in the car with.out.fail. I did this the other day when BonBonz and I were cruising around in the Jeep. She likes classic rock as much as I do, and I was completely into it. I was even belting it at the stoplights. :D As a matter of fact at the last stop light I guess I was doing such a good job that when the light turned green BonBonz was the only one to move right away. It was fabulous.

***Updated to add***
Also something I find to be funny is that the day I composed this particular post, I went with these two to the SYTYCD tour show. When Mark did his solo it was to Bohemian Rhapsody. If it weren’t so loud in there I think I would have made a spectacle of myself by jumping up and doing a little karaoke. Your thoughts?

For putting up with this post you will be rewarded.