tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55165492024-03-07T15:30:29.162-06:00The Snarkington Postsomeone has to say it.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15230587926178759127noreply@blogger.comBlogger291125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-47771523500309076362010-03-02T13:23:00.000-06:002010-03-02T13:23:13.697-06:00Local<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">If you live in the Northwest Arkansas area, I wanted to point you over towards my friend Kristin's blog <a href="http://kristinlgray.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-my-local-friends.html">Another Gray Day</a>. She is helping out with a blanket/food drive for children in need in the area. Spring Break can be a tough time for kids who depend on the school lunch program for meals.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Also, it's almost </span><a href="http://nwa.rhealana.com/" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Rhea Lana</a><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> time! The sale starts this Thursday at the John Q. Hammonds Center in Rogers. I am so excited! I pretty much clothe the Pea with all Rhea Lana items, and I usually sell enough stuff on consignment to pay for at least half of his wardrobe. Wa-hoo!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-27582768455368036692010-02-02T13:43:00.000-06:002010-02-02T13:43:02.954-06:00Really, PETA?! Really?!?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9mGcV8q0lQ8SXt0sijxmZv_JiKyDj9IaLbfdn5u8vkvK_HytYlsgVn9soGAA-kCLQ_hyphenhyphenuI_Nrtfp6fLEkyw9quR3Xq4VIEGF5-E6lKskdOKfnnXdtfKzpOfku_FD-Gza0bzWm/s1600-h/phil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9mGcV8q0lQ8SXt0sijxmZv_JiKyDj9IaLbfdn5u8vkvK_HytYlsgVn9soGAA-kCLQ_hyphenhyphenuI_Nrtfp6fLEkyw9quR3Xq4VIEGF5-E6lKskdOKfnnXdtfKzpOfku_FD-Gza0bzWm/s320/phil.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I realize that (a) I haven't posted anything over here in quite a while, (b) I haven't posted a "Jumped the Shark" Friday bit in even longer, and (c) it's not even Friday.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But it is Groundhog Day. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So all I have to say is...come on, <a href="http://blog.peta.org/archives/2010/01/groundhog_day.php">PETA</a>!! Are they serious? They want to replace Punxsutawney Phil the groundhog with a robotic animal. And as far as I can tell, they're not kidding.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Aside from the fact that Phil is <a href="http://www.groundhog.org/index.php?id=77&tx_ttnews%5Btt_news%5D=24&tx_ttnews%5BbackPid%5D=39&cHash=c8b5c766a4">one of the most spoiled little marmots on the planet</a> (which he has earned), I'm just not sure I could get behind celebrating "Groundhog-like Cyborg Day".</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Okay, I'm done ranting.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-48431010287826560002010-01-30T08:25:00.000-06:002010-01-30T08:25:35.057-06:00I Really Want To Win This....<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Really, really, really <a href="http://papercutkitchen.blogspot.com/2010/01/stalk-me-and-win-final-giveaway.html">want</a>.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sunny is just so talented. :) </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-84531305055260614472010-01-07T22:28:00.000-06:002010-01-07T22:28:22.702-06:00The Princess & The Pea<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpxjKBLlNTqHFubxnBgHnM43plC4qm5pDg1YMPLQdbnAY3URElefS-ebUtweyASIzEFXhp7cCR2TZ2YR43LGKTgzikzY5xDW4HG9gX2cxGPT9x103I_sMO1TU2KMU-aX2P5fee/s1600-h/anna%20henry%202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpxjKBLlNTqHFubxnBgHnM43plC4qm5pDg1YMPLQdbnAY3URElefS-ebUtweyASIzEFXhp7cCR2TZ2YR43LGKTgzikzY5xDW4HG9gX2cxGPT9x103I_sMO1TU2KMU-aX2P5fee/s320/anna%20henry%202.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />
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The Pea was having a very good time with his cousin at Christmas if you can't tell.<br />
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And, yes, I realize that they're blurry. I think I may have accidentally switched the setting on my camera to something it shouldn't be on because when we first got the camera, it took wonderful pictures, but lately, they've all been blurry. Of course, the Pea wasn't walking when I first got the camera.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-26238239186710754852009-12-31T22:22:00.000-06:002009-12-31T22:22:58.253-06:00Happy New Year from Bill, me, and the Pea<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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What you would THINK I've been trying to feed the Pea judging by his tongue-sticking-out-gagging-bleching theatrics: poop-flavored poison pelletsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-39425352526686305192009-10-20T22:00:00.002-05:002009-10-20T22:03:41.688-05:00Quick Pea Pic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEq-fsyejMLPpYLqtiXmlDU8aWmmWZbwnu2PB_nveJsvK3MAy9E0oxGZogvPdUqPgkW3lS05EetGcVanmM19mXLati0CpS2uvA6Yy31vBRPDuNpvghP6rVh2hqne-0i2tPjBu2/s1600-h/Fall+Henry.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEq-fsyejMLPpYLqtiXmlDU8aWmmWZbwnu2PB_nveJsvK3MAy9E0oxGZogvPdUqPgkW3lS05EetGcVanmM19mXLati0CpS2uvA6Yy31vBRPDuNpvghP6rVh2hqne-0i2tPjBu2/s400/Fall+Henry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394883362933438450" border="0" /></a><br />My friend <a href="http://bubbaandsis.blogspot.com/">Amy</a> got this beautiful fall shot. I can't wait to see all her pictures! If you live in the area, she'll be doing photo sessions the afternoon of October 31st. Email me if you want details.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-65505690938989711202009-10-13T09:28:00.000-05:002009-10-13T09:28:24.729-05:00No Eggs for the PeaYep. He's allergic. I had a hunch after a whole lot of puking every time he ate anything with egg in it. There's only so many times that you can say, "What a co-inky-dink!" And yet again, I find myself thinking, "Trust your mom gut!" The nurses and doctors brushed off my concerns the first couple times because there was no hives or anaphylaxis (thank you, God!). But I just had this deep down feeling that he was allergic to eggs.<br />
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Looking over his list of "hidden egg items", I was a little surprised by a few of them...bologna? Turkish delight? (Not so much surprised that turkish delight has egg in it...although I didn't know that...as surprised that they would bother putting it on the list.)<br />
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The good news is that egg is an allergy that most kids grow out of. The bad news is that an already overprotective mommy has now been given more reason to be.<br />
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Couple Pea pics:<br />
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Funny conversation in Chick-fil-A last Thursday:<br />
Me: Thank you so much!<br />
Nice Lady Helping Me With The High Chair: Oh, you're so welcome! You have a beautiful little boy.<br />
Me: Why, thank you.<br />
NLHMWTHC: With those curls, he would make such a beautiful little girl.<br />
Me: We're getting them cut off tomorrow.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-91441654936175257372009-10-05T15:31:00.000-05:002009-10-05T15:31:16.911-05:00The Run-InMe: Oh, hi! (Awkward pause) It's been a long time.<br />
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Me: Indeed. (Even more awkward pause) Yeah, I've just been <a href="http://novelsduringnaptime.blogspot.com/2009/09/actual-major-award.html">very busy</a>. And stuff.<br />
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Me: <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Really? </span> <span style="font-size: small;">I mean...yeah.</span><br />
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Me: Yes...that is...where we went.<br />
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Blog: Well, if you ever want to share any of those pictures, just...call me...or...<br />
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Me: I will. I mean it.<br />
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Blog: Great. And you, umm, you look good.<br />
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Me: So do y--look, let's not do this.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-62143048422288649002009-09-24T23:21:00.000-05:002009-09-24T23:21:20.012-05:00Cutest Video I've Seen In a Long TimeThis<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQKYdbhGh0Q#watch-main-area"> single baby</a> actually has talent.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-33671963364849531362009-09-11T20:10:00.000-05:002009-09-11T20:10:40.933-05:00Shout Out Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgduJb-HrtrCl17Vh_c2kOY_JMs-UlsQBbmkgfQKUfNn4ArNi5mhrJckSpDyUXHQ7JXRpNCFl6i6meOUd1PgvgyG9zzVyjnu5dv3nVhmIXEAkfpCSlllq2HQ_XlN_mDMe6ZCVDg/s1600-h/no+hats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgduJb-HrtrCl17Vh_c2kOY_JMs-UlsQBbmkgfQKUfNn4ArNi5mhrJckSpDyUXHQ7JXRpNCFl6i6meOUd1PgvgyG9zzVyjnu5dv3nVhmIXEAkfpCSlllq2HQ_XlN_mDMe6ZCVDg/s320/no+hats.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Check out my sister <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5349057">Ellen's Etsy shop</a>! Because she's kind of awesome.<br />
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She makes cartoon portraits, sculptures, kokeshi-esh peg dolls, and adoption-related what-nots. I heard a rumor (okay, from our mother) that she's started making wedding toppers as well. Also, she loves to do custom stuff (she did a custom painting of the Pea when he was born for his nursery, and for his birthday, she made him a little giraffe).<br />
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Also also, she's going to start making nesting dolls, and who doesn't love nesting dolls? <span style="font-size: xx-small;">a curdmudgeon that no one likes, that's who.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-31418223405758713222009-09-07T13:41:00.000-05:002009-09-07T13:41:23.741-05:00Happy Labor Day!Technically, the only "laboring" I've done all day is getting dressed up in Hog garb and heading to Chick-fil-A for a free chicken sandwich.<br />
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My mom was even in town this morning, so I got a nap.<br />
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Yippee!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-71065009627912697882009-09-04T08:22:00.000-05:002009-09-04T08:22:52.277-05:00Shout Out Friday!Yeah, I'm starting this...it may or may not last.<br />
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Shout out to <a href="http://queen-of-the-house.blogspot.com/">Sara</a> for introducing me to Alf's Natural Nutrition Puffed Brown Rice. $1 for a bag of it.<br />
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What it is: Whole brown rice <br />
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What it is not: Anything else whatsoever<br />
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(Thanks, <a href="http://www.greenbeanteenqueen.com/2009/09/glee.html">GreenBeanTeenQueen</a> for keeping me up to speed.)<br />
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Have I done something to offend you? Or is there just some cranky, grumpy, you-may-have-brought-me-into-this-world-but-I-will-take-you-out, mood-swingy phase you're going through right now?<br />
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Or is it just teething?<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
Your Loving Mother <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCctrYDkOVM-TdtdsTgkgjGuYZmFZ0PaVkP-vCr52qHOdeo8gcRX3HK8Exx7_la8ZeVY4Temi93ZQ5CZPgDdvPRSOhkuqDdl1KHGV1pY4jZxNNfxuiMhLscYqd3T0mA1vJdkQ8/s1600-h/holland+pool+party.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCctrYDkOVM-TdtdsTgkgjGuYZmFZ0PaVkP-vCr52qHOdeo8gcRX3HK8Exx7_la8ZeVY4Temi93ZQ5CZPgDdvPRSOhkuqDdl1KHGV1pY4jZxNNfxuiMhLscYqd3T0mA1vJdkQ8/s320/holland+pool+party.JPG" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I have to share this story really quickly: I was flipping through my Google Reader, and I caught a glimpse of this picture of a baby wearing a bib just like the Pea's. Then, I looked closer and said, "Oh, he really looks like the Pea." Closer inspection: Okay, that is the Pea. <a href="http://bubbaandsis.blogspot.com/">My friend Amy</a> hosted an awesome pool party last weekend, and she captured this sweet dinner shot. Because nothing says pool party like jarred corn. :) </span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-894894097892242082009-08-25T13:04:00.000-05:002009-08-25T13:04:56.484-05:00My Bologna has a First NameIt's p-e-w-w-w-w-w.<br />
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I'm facing a tiny conundrum (and by tiny, I mean really, truly miniscule).<br />
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I bought some Oscar Meyer Cajun Seasoned chicken lunch meat. It tastes yummy. It smells like a small animal crawled into my fridge and died a horrible death. Putting it in tupperware has helped to contain the stench somewhat. But each time I open it, it overwhelms.<br />
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What to do? Throw it out? Tough it out?<br />
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I'm pretty frugal, so I'm leaning towards toughing it out, but I just wanted to give everyone a fair warning for your own lunches.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-67064270379774217682009-08-18T09:20:00.001-05:002009-08-18T09:30:14.412-05:00A Bouquet of Freshly Sharpened PencilsI love that image from "You've Got Mail". I don't have a school-aged child yet. It's been awhile since I've been a student (less time than you might think due to my oh-so-utilized graduate degree). But there's just something about this time of year that sends my heart aflutter.<br />
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School supplies lined up ready to go, the smell of new textbooks (one of my favorite scents), crinkly backpacks that haven't been broken in. I love it! All of it!<br />
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My niece is starting pre-K tomorrow...I'm so excited for her!<br />
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On a side note, I've finally put my finger on who (what) my son's crawl reminds me of. He crawls with both hands, one knee, and a foot.<br />
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Gollum. (or, rather, Smeagol as he's so sweet, and I'm a geek)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj648quW5MOXAt2b6du1YHwWF5w-tCRVd4dgMI06vVrErktSzy4XAhJjDaPe7bDXDAYC-9UCt7YjFgaSlhoBkGdjDVaVptGUe0ho_cMsl7Ugm65SRpZsFEeSxLIBuFfjbePDAS4/s1600-h/gollum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj648quW5MOXAt2b6du1YHwWF5w-tCRVd4dgMI06vVrErktSzy4XAhJjDaPe7bDXDAYC-9UCt7YjFgaSlhoBkGdjDVaVptGUe0ho_cMsl7Ugm65SRpZsFEeSxLIBuFfjbePDAS4/s320/gollum.jpg" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-29476811814759563852009-08-11T12:25:00.004-05:002009-08-11T12:36:30.457-05:00A Word of Advice for Dating in the Dark ContestantsJust <a href="http://www.tvsquad.com/2009/07/30/abcs-dating-in-the-dark-actually-works-as-an-examination-of-dat/">show up on the balcony</a>.<br /><br />He may be shorter than you. She may have a big forehead.<br /><br />Isn't an awkward hug with a limo ride better than the "...but his teeth weren't straight enough" walk of shame? It's not like you're agreeing to marry the person. Just ditch them by e-mail a week later. If they end up being a stalker, you can sue the network. There you go, a win-win.<br /><br />The only excuse that doesn't make you look like a shallow harpy? He was too handsy/she was moving too fast. Or we had nothing in common...I wouldn't care if he was Brad Pitt.<br /><br />Seriously. Just show up on the balcony.<br /><br /><br />On a related note, Glee, your fall premiere <span style="font-style: italic;">cannot come too soon</span>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-46948266901743138492009-08-05T13:53:00.000-05:002009-08-05T13:53:57.187-05:00Dog Days of SummerI always know that I've hit <i>that point </i>of summer (the point where the thought of doing anything but following the Pea around the air-conditioned house and slurping a popsicle is laughable) when I open my cookbook before heading to the store and cannot find one recipe (not a one!) that I have any desire to make. (Yes, I realize that was the world's longest run-on sentence, but it's too hot to go back and fix it.)<br />
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It's too hot to go swimming. Summer has jumped the shark.<br />
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Come join me in my lethargy.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-87725548397506467722009-08-03T07:38:00.006-05:002009-08-03T08:16:59.998-05:00Dogpatch U.S.A.I had a random memory as Bill and I were driving back from seeing Wicked Saturday night. (It was okay...if by "okay" you mean "FRIGGIN' AWESOME!!!!")<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkqwkgg56KU302EC3kSsJqlTKXudSOtDNhGHwU1h52KIOEucJPxOmK1w5JulX2afj6JAhI9IOff9SIsdA471VBGGhBtV_5XGCIY5h00sc8GCZdPgoTHYMs-UKihHerhuByl_pk/s1600-h/dogpatch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkqwkgg56KU302EC3kSsJqlTKXudSOtDNhGHwU1h52KIOEucJPxOmK1w5JulX2afj6JAhI9IOff9SIsdA471VBGGhBtV_5XGCIY5h00sc8GCZdPgoTHYMs-UKihHerhuByl_pk/s320/dogpatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365723556911399906" border="0" /></a><br />We got on the topic of band experiences. Bill was kind of hot snot in a hot snot Atlanta band. By his senior year, he was the drum major. I grew up in Arkansas. His band went to places like New York City and Sea World. Our band went to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogpatch_USA">Dogpatch U.S.A</a>.** If you're never heard of Dogpatch, there's a reason. If you HAVE heard of Dogpatch, you probably grew up within a one hour radius of me.<br /><br />Dogpatch dreamed of being "the next Disneyland". The only problem was that they (a) built it in the middle of Nowhere, Arkansas; (b) based it on the capers of Lil' Abner; (c) y'know, I really can't think of a (c)...I feel that (a) & (b) are more than sufficient reasons for failure.<br /><br />And we didn't just go to Dogpatch, we PLAYED at Dogpatch. For whom? I'm really not sure. Our parents and the other three poor souls who actually paid to go to the park that day? The park finally closed for good in 1993. I can't remember the exact year we went, but it had to be within 1 or 2 years of its closing. The only thing I remember that was left open was the ferris wheel, the train (which you could easily jump off of mid-ride), and some random retired circus elephants.<br /><br />Does anyone else remember this? Sara?<br /><br />And does anyone have any good memories of Dogpatch in its heyday? That would make me feel a little better.<br /><br />Oh, and you can watch a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_314TG7wNno">simultaneously hilarious and depressing news story</a> about it. Please don't judge the entire state by this. Please.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3lv_l07QCl-pPeBqJ2vhiPqNyFP5QAbo-QKEWsfhAnqtQsFiCk-Ji02ON2G_NPxqicDrhI0e5Z4TsSSG1TG-B3rCFRfHnKUv8QkZwq8D80jr27FF9__UfFhTDKZtae2zqXiNS/s1600-h/old+dogpatch+sign.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3lv_l07QCl-pPeBqJ2vhiPqNyFP5QAbo-QKEWsfhAnqtQsFiCk-Ji02ON2G_NPxqicDrhI0e5Z4TsSSG1TG-B3rCFRfHnKUv8QkZwq8D80jr27FF9__UfFhTDKZtae2zqXiNS/s320/old+dogpatch+sign.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365724034866748162" border="0" /></a><br /><br />**In our band director's defense, we also went to Washington D.C. my junior year and played on the Capitol steps.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-20408569886190618662009-07-29T09:28:00.003-05:002009-07-29T09:45:17.547-05:00The Chick-fil-A WayEver had a day that you were just blown away by the customer service everywhere you went? I had one of those days yesterday. Maybe I was interpreting adequate service as exceptional because I was in a good mood. Maybe everyone was just in a good mood because the weather wasn't stifling.<br /><br />Whatever it was/is, Bill and I call this kind of service "the Chick-fil-a Way". Anytime I stop and take notice of how well I'm being treated, it makes me think of my favorite fast food joint. Seriously, I don't know what's in their training manual, but it works. Perhaps it just says, "Treat every customer as if he or she is the only person in the restaurant...and your long-lost grandma."<br /><br />Of course, when a Chick-fil-a experience goes awry, it is all the more noticeable. But those instances are rare and easily forgiveable.<br /><br />And I even won the "every 100th customer free meal" the other night. And and they gave me a sticker. The actual conversation went a little something like this:<br /><br />Chick-fil-A Chick: Oh! I have some good news for you...<br /><br />Me: (gasp!) Am I the 100th customer? Am I? Am I?<br /><br />Chick: Yes! (whispers) We have to ring the cowbells, is that okay?<br /><br />Me: Uh, YEAH!<br /><br />Chick: (Rings cowbell, other employees join in) Oh, and could I ask you to wear this sticker?<br /><br />Me: Uh, YEAH!!!<br /><br />And I wore it all night so that the other Harry Potter movie-goers could be jealous of my free Chick-fil-A 8 count nugget meal. Nom nom nom.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13380826220166366026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516549.post-42668284471218398922009-07-27T23:10:00.002-05:002009-07-27T23:19:01.714-05:00What is WRONG with me?The Pea gets up at 6 a.m. He does this every. single. morning. (except for when he gets up at 5:45)<br />
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And every morning, I swear that I will go to bed early that night.<br />
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It's 11:09. I am not even getting ready for bed yet. Plech. Night Karen wins again.<br />
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How 'bout an old school stink eye Pea pic?<br />
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