This one is soooo funny!

Did you hear about the 8 year old little boy who took a joy-ride in his teacher's mini-van? Yeah, the little tyke stole the keys from her purse, lowered the steering wheel and raised the seat. He then turned off the radio - no distractions just to be safe - and cranked her up. Apparently, he was the littlest boy in size in his class.

Do you know what's awful? The only thing that I can think - "Dude, why a mini-van?! I mean, if you're going to do this thing, do it right. Steal a jag or a mercedes or even a mustang with some power...But, come on, a mini-van?"

The little fellow was caught by one of his neighbors, who then called the cops. Did you really have to drive it by your house, little dude?

Oh, well, you have to say that it took some guts. That's one brave little guy. My mama would have tanned my hide.

And - I must add - I do not condone anyone out there to steal a car - especially a mini-van...

I had this really, really great thought today. And now - it's gone. Sad, huh...The world may never know what really brilliant things pop into my head...

Nietzsche's mama should have given him a big ol' spanking. That man had some serious problems. For one thing, how does anyone contract syphilus from playing the piano? For another thing, he really actually believed - or tried to make himself believe - that by giving into the things which enslave someone, that he could be a "master." I am really, really trying to not be judgmental - and I hope that he sought forgiveness for some of his blasphemous ideas - but I am thinking that when he kept talking about how suffering is such a wonderful thing, that might be a good thing for his situation right now. The man was absolute evil. I want to give him a black eye and a bloody nose every class that I sit through that we discuss his crazy ideas.

I got a whole lot more flowers...Uh, huh, uh huh... (I wish you could hear me sing this in my head...) No, really, Hubby and I have become avid gardners. Now all we need are matching bermuda shorts and straw hats. Wouldn't that be hilarious? I am one step closer to convincing him to give up law and become a farmer...

Today, I composed this nice little speech on the evils of big cars. Really, let's be honest...Unless you have about 4 kids, do you really need a mini-van or a SUV? If the most that you haul is the groceries back to the house, is that Ford F-150 really necessary? People - stop supporting terrorism! I really, really like Hummers - but isn't it ironic that they were originally a military vehicle - sort of - and now they are just huge, gas-guzzling, road-hogging vehicles to transport rich, old yuppies around town in? You would not believe the caravan of soccer moms I was caught up in today. All of them - only one kid and one soccer mom in each mini-van. It just seems wasteful. And these moms don't know how to drive. Part of it, I realize, is the great migration from the North to the South. Yeah, I can't say that I blame them. Who wouldn't want to live here? But, people from New York (sorry to pick on that one state now...) and California (yeah, that one too...It might as well be the North) can't drive worth a hill of beans - for the most part. Wow, I better stop. I am going to offend someone. Y'all have to excuse me. I sometimes get on one big ol' opinionated soap box. I'm off now, I promise...

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht...

I must clean...I must clean...I must clean...I must clean...

Only 9 more weeks until my little boy gets here! Can you believe it? Time is just zipping by...And - if I don't finish his little room soon...Well, let's just say that things may get ugly. I am going to force my daddy to help Hubby paint it. It shouldn't be too hard. There are a few points that cause my dad's resistance to crumble. I will list them:
1.I am his only little girl.
2.I make a mean batch of crepes.
3.Hubby makes a wonderful key-lime pie.
4.I can fuss alot - and I know his phone number. And...I live about 5 minutes away. I know where he lives.
5.He loves me bunches and bunches. Did I mention that I am my daddy's little princess?
6.This one is the clencher - This is his first little grandbaby. And I can already tell that "no" will not be in his vocabulary towards this child. Yep, remind him whose room it is, and that should do it.