Oh my God - look out! Behind you!
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Worst name ever? OK, that's a tough category to win, but it'd suck if your name was Marijuana Pepsi Jackson.
You thought a boy named Sue would have to grow up strong and tough? Try overcoming life’s obstacles as a girl named Marijuana Pepsi Jackson! Ms. Sawyer (her married name) is a schoolteacher who had parents with a sense of humor.
Sawyer’s aunt, Mayetta Jackson of Chicago, clearly remembers when the name was picked in 1972. The newborn’s mother and father were products of the post-Woodstock era when reefer was rampant.
“And they would cool off with a Pepsi,” she said, which makes you think it’s lucky for Sawyer that it wasn’t Coke instead. “I thought it was crazy,” her aunt said about the name, “but they were such fun-loving people that it suited them.”
lisah, what model is that? I swear, I have a similar Trek hybrid, but yours is much prettier! Mine's seven years old and I still love it. It's very handy for light trail riding and just getting around.
lisah, what model is that? I swear, I have a similar Trek hybrid, but yours is much prettier!
That's a good question! I have a hard time retaining that kind of information...research research...ah ha! it's this one:
Random Matilda update:
When she was very wee, we used to play a game called I'm Looking At You With All My Eyes, in which we would try to out-stare each other until we were forehead to forehead, then just barely short of eyeball to eyeball (she wanted to touch eyeballs; the grown-ups had to set some limits), at which point she'd bust out in crazy laughter and fall off of whatever she was sitting on.
Yesterday I thought I'd revisit that old game, but instead she fixed me with a deeply serious stare, took my face in both her hands, murmured, "Look at both my eyes, please," and started singing "Trust In Me," Ka's hypnotizing-you-so-I-can-eat-you song from The Jungle Book.
I am mildly afraid.
I am mildly afraid.
I wouldn't worry. I think she'll turn out smart enough to realize her world-domination plans might be more difficult if she kills and eats her parents.
Yesterday I thought I'd revisit that old game, but instead she fixed me with a deeply serious stare, took my face in both her hands, murmured, "Look at both my eyes, please," and started singing "Trust In Me," Ka's hypnotizing-you-so-I-can-eat-you song from The Jungle Book.
Bwahahahaha!!
BTW, Dylan can now successfully identify Matilda in pictures. If he's looking at her on Flickr and I ask "Who is that?" he'll point and say "Tilda!"
(He still refers to himself as "Baby" but this is due mainly to him being the younger of the 2 Dylans in his daycare.)
Nice bike! I have a 24-speed bike, but all those gears scare me and I don't like riding all bent over, so this weekend I have sent DH on a Craig's List hunt for a nice three-speed beach cruiser.
Yesterday I thought I'd revisit that old game, but instead she fixed me with a deeply serious stare, took my face in both her hands, murmured, "Look at both my eyes, please," and started singing "Trust In Me," Ka's hypnotizing-you-so-I-can-eat-you song from The Jungle Book.
Bwah!
Be very afraid of Matilda--she has designs on you!!
Was your staring contest of days of yore anything like this one?