Tuesday, March 29

Paper or Plastic?

I know I am not the only one who has been on the receiving end of "the glare".
You know, the look you get when you slow things down in the check out line?

Only it wasn't because I brought too many things to the 12 items or less line. (I don't, I count.)

It was because I wrote a check. 

I am so dang sorry... Is the 30 seconds it took me to take out my check book and put pen to paper going to make you late for... for what? Flying the last space shuttle? Honestly, the last time I heard a sigh that mournful was when I overheard a lady at the coffee shop lament that Lost was going off the air.

Buck up. It could have been worse. I could have been out of ink and had to dump my purse to find a different pen. That would have had both of us groaning.

Wednesday, March 16

I just want to phone home. I think.

Let's keep it simple.


My phone doesn't need to hold my music, I've got an iPod.


Or games, I am the proud owner of a Nintendo 64.


Or go online, my mac does that just fine. Or email, again I defer to my mac though I must admit I LOVE TO TEXT. Oh yea, texting. Now that was a great idea.


Or take pictures, I have a camera that takes awesome pictures but I must say the convenience of pulling out my phone to click and send a photo is addictive.


So we agree. My phone is just for calling.
Oh, and contacts.
Can't hold a contact list on my iPod, Nintendo, or camera but it's pretty handy on a phone.


It's settled.
My phone is just for calling.
After I take the picture that I send with the text message to someone on my contact list as I play Angry Birds while waiting for a reply.


Yea. My phone is just for calling.

Knife or Fork?

My mom "discovered" English muffins when I was in high school. And yes, she did indeed think they were the best things since sliced bread.

She was absolutely steadfast about how to split the muffin. Sure, a knife was faster and the smooth cut helped it drop into the toaster easier. But a fork... In her opinion a fork was the only way to go. No matter it could take forever to pry the pre-cut (hah!) muffin apart. Once split, the fork created a little moonscape of craters for the butter to melt into and the jam to hold on to.

So I ask what are you? Knife or fork?