Great meeting!

I hope I never say it and mean it.

Let's change the world one finger at a time.

The next time you're on the road and someone in another car does something inexplicably stupid or mean, don't go flipping Mr. Tallman. Throw Mr. Pointer in the mix. Now, instead of saying, $#@! you, you're saying Peace Out! And there's no telling what kind of change it will make in the recipient. It just may inspire that really bad driver to go out and sweep a sidewalk or pass on the veal!
Peace.

LOL confession

Sometimes I type it, even when I'm really not.

The five things I hear when I tell people I grew up in Oklahoma.

1. (singing) Oooooooklahoma where the hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmhm hmmmmm.
2. Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Oklahoma!
3. Really?
4. Do you know any rope tricks? (Only heard once, but it's worth mentioning.)
5. Are you a foreign exchange student? (Again, only heard once, but it's worth mentioning.)

For those of you who check this blog often I will be on vacation back in Oklahoma for the next week and, therefore, not updating the blog. Please check back on June 25th. And, by the way, the end of that sentence in #1 is: where the wind comes sweeping down the plain.

Kate Hudson.

Is so much like Goldie Hawn she just kind of seems redundant. Though fabulously redundant.

Too many small families are driving big, giant cars.

New rule. You can't buy a car unless you and your family can push it five inches.

This just in.

The guy on the left (Adm. Michael Mullen) is going to replace the guy on the right (Gen Peter Pace) as Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. You have to admit, they are even better than the two Darrens.

Sometimes my husband thinks I'm paranoid.

I'm not. Just a little edgy. He doesn't realize how stressful it can be to have Spell Check antagonizing you all day.

That's young for nuns.

Just overheard at Starbucks.

Men in ties.

Some men look perfectly comfortable while wearing a tie. Others seem to be choking. Gasping for air. Dying a slow death. I wonder how often the tie is metaphorically accurate to the job/woman/event the man is wearing it for.

If your last name is Koch I will vote for you.

I promise. It makes my day to see the signs. Just this morning I was in a bad mood, then I saw a sign that said: KOCH FOR QUINCY. So here's a guy with a last name like that and he says to himself, "I should put that name on signs and hang them all over town." That's moxie! If I lived in Quincy, he'd have my vote.
I do not feel the same about the optomitrist in Providence whose billboard I saw on 95N. His last name is Koch and he named his practice Koch Eye. He's not touching my eyes.