Monday, September 29, 2008

Passing on an Email

I received this in an email from a friend the other day and thought it was pretty cool. In case you haven't figured it out yet, I love things that are to the point.

Dear God, I pray for the cure of cancer. Amen myspace graphic comments

In memory of anyone you know that has been struck down by cancer or is still living with it.

Friday, September 19, 2008


I fear my blog is turning into a political one. But, hey that's what's swizzling in my head right now.

I will attempt to control it.

I just have to say, this made me want to knock my head against a wall:

"We must act now to protect our nation's economic health from serious risk," Bush said at a White House press conference. "There will be ample opportunity to discuss the origins of this problems. Now is the time to solve it."

Um, no. We must act 6 months ago to solve it when you said there was no problem with the economy, Mr. President. I don't think the discussion of its origins is going to be a very long one.


Thursday, September 18, 2008

That's Just Ridiculous

OK, I am no fan of Sarah Palin. You may have guessed that. Take, for example, the t-shirt I just bought:

But I must say that this is about the dumbest headline I've seen yet this campaign season.

Palin's Frameless Glasses a 2-Month Wait

What does that have to do with anything? That just tells me she's patient when it comes to fashion.

Why WHY can't we just talk about the things that are important and relevant?

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

It's Never Too Early to Shop for Christmas!

My latest creation that I'm really proud of. You can see more about it here.

Sunday, September 14, 2008


Let me start by saying sorry, I have that Elvis Costello song, "Alyson", in my head for some reason - hence the odd spelling of Galveston.

We usually head to Galveston every other summer or so with another family and rent a house at the beach for a week. We didn't do it this summer, I'm wondering if we'll do it next summer.

I saw this picture online this morning. See where it says "tattoo" in the upper left corner of the picture? Yeah. That's where I got both of my tattoos. At least it appears that it is still standing. All of the debris is from the little shops (and the Hooters) that were built across the street on the sea side of the sea wall, aka the WRONG side of the sea wall.

I've been looking for pictures of the west end of the island which is past the end of the sea wall and is where we usually rent houses.

Galveston is no Florida white sandy beach. You can't really see your feet if you're standing in two feet of water. But I love taking our kids there with our best friends and their kids. It makes me sad to see this. But, Galveston will resurrect itself. And it will be like it was before. I have no doubt about that.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Anger Induced Shopping

Is that wrong? I'm just feeling a little fed up today. So I bought a few things I've been meaning to buy.

A shirt.

Another shirt.

A bumper sticker.

And a bracelet.

I guess it's just that it's the first time in years that I'm actually excited about a political candidate. I realize that not everyone shares my enthusiasm. I live in Texas, after all. I'm being open minded and all that.

But I've been stewing all day about a comment made a week ago by my best friend. She said she and her 13 year old daughter were watching a little bit of Obama's speech Thursday night. She said, "I kept telling A (her daughter) he's a baby killer." I think she was slightly kidding, but not really. You know, kidding on the square.

Mr. Swizzle can't believe it's bothering me a week later and says to let it go. And yes, I need to let it go, because my stomach hurts. We've been friends for 19 years and we've, wisely, never discussed politics. We've always known not to discuss politics. They are Catholic, and apparently one-issue voters.

But, grrrrrr. I just have to get it out. That term just gets under my skin! I told Mr. Swizzle that she might as well have called him "the N word". It bugs me that much.

Must let it go...must let it go....must let it go.... I need you guys to help me breathe.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Lessons from the Seven Year Old

A recent exchange in the middle of Target:

Me: sigh Twinkle, why do you have to act so...goofy?

Twinkle: Because that's the way I'm made, mom.

It really made me laugh, but it also reminded me that she is indeed "fearfully and wonderfully made."

That's my girl.