Sunday, February 28, 2010

Monday, February 22, 2010

Most of my relationships have started with a similar philosopy,

"What the hell?"

And I suppose it is no shock that most of them end this way too.

In other news:

The highlight of my week has been that my squishy and adorable nephew has finally returned from his vacation in Hawaii! Yes, he is 2 months old and has already found it necessary to unwind a bit in the isles of the South Pacific. Pictures will be coming forthwith, but since the poor spinster aunt was not invited on this trip....I am going to have to wrestle some of the photographic evidence away from his parents so that we can blog it up appropriately. You should be excited...he is a pretty cool cat.

I'm telling you. We Kings make good looking babies, but for some reason no one seems to be taking me up on this offer. Go figure.

Monday, February 15, 2010

The Bachelor

Whoops- This is a case of premature blog-ulation.

There is a post about The Bachelor bouncing around in my head...which may or may not ever come to fruition. But for now, all I have is this...

The Bachelor

I just don't get it.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Sometimes I Say Things

Last Valentine's Day I was with Maury, at a particularly cruely timed singles conference,in Las Vegas. We may have ditched the conference and gone to Tiffany & Co to buy ourselves something nice and shiny. Once there, we bumped into Pres Utchdorf and his family. All of the sudden I found myself jabbering to a member of the first presidency of the church about how we were ditching church to waste money on things that we don't need. (His wife actually gave us her blessing on ditching the conference in favor of 'shiny silver presents' I feel fine about both the ditching and all purchases made during said adventure.)

The Valentine's day before that, I was celebrating The Music and the Passion of Barry Manilow with a certain Saucy Betty. I was over an hour late (pretty much because I am an idiot) and left her sitting at a restaurant most of that time. Once there, I stammered out idiotic explainations to EVERY-SINGLE-MEMBER of the staff as they passed by and pointed out how glad they were that I hadn't left my comrade hanging on Valentine's Day.

The year before that, I had the dubious honor of speaking about love in sacrament meeting.

This year- a friend from the days of yore asked if I would pontificate about love on her little slice of the internet.

The lesson to be learned from all this?

When it comes to love and Valentine's day, I should probably just keep my mouth shut.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Who is That?

I'm all for the underdog. I would be lying if I said that I didn't get a little bit teary eyed when the Saints ripped the carpet out from under the Colts. I would also be lying if I said that the, "Who Dat?" chant isn't getting on my last nerve. Don't get me wrong. I'm not against colloquialisms per se....but you're not Huck, I'm not Jim, Drew is no Mark Twain and I can't think of anyone who is ridin' the Mighty Mississip' to freedom.

Chant all you're not fooling anyone.