Last night hubby took me to Washington DC to watch PRINCE CASPIAN.
In case you are interested in our review, you can read it on his youth
group website.
www.gabcrush.com
Enjoy! Then go see the movie.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Help, Magic Wobbler, help!
It's that time.
The time when TBL category coordinators tabulate the scoresheets.
Would you believe one judging packet is GONE?
Well, not gone. But not here.
At this very moment, as I type, I'm on hold with my local postal office. The postal gal is looking up the tracking number.
Apparently the Express Mail envelope was delivered with a signature waiver. I'm not waiting on the postal gal who is checking with the postal carrier.
Life coordinating a contest category...not to mention two...is nutso.
Maybe tomorrow I'll ramble about THE BACHELOR finale. Boy, do I have a lot to say.
Oh, hubby and I are going to see an advanced screening of PRINCE CASPIAN tonight. Guess I'll have a lot to say tomorrow.
The time when TBL category coordinators tabulate the scoresheets.
Would you believe one judging packet is GONE?
Well, not gone. But not here.
At this very moment, as I type, I'm on hold with my local postal office. The postal gal is looking up the tracking number.
Apparently the Express Mail envelope was delivered with a signature waiver. I'm not waiting on the postal gal who is checking with the postal carrier.
Life coordinating a contest category...not to mention two...is nutso.
Maybe tomorrow I'll ramble about THE BACHELOR finale. Boy, do I have a lot to say.
Oh, hubby and I are going to see an advanced screening of PRINCE CASPIAN tonight. Guess I'll have a lot to say tomorrow.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Magic Wobbler
I’m terrible with decisions.
A typical scenario is my husband Jeremy asks me what I want for dinner. *Gasp* Umm…well…let’s see, we could have…umm, I don’t know. I hate making a decision. I’m confident I inherited this inability from my oldest son.
“Mom, I’m bored.”
“Go play.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, use your imagination.”
“Yeah. What do you think I should do?”
Decisions, decisions, decisions. Why can’t I have a Wanda and a Cosmo to help with my decision making process. I wish for dinner. I wish my children to find something to do so they won’t stand over my shoulder and dampen my muse. I wish, I wish, I wish.
Cool thing is I don’t need some fairly oddparents. I have Wal-Mart. And on the back of the box of Rice Krispies that I bought from there, I found the solution to my problem.
“Need some advice? Want to know what could be in store for your future? Ask the MAGIC WOBBLER for a little help…it’s a lot of fun!”
How could I pass up such an exciting offer?
Here’s how it works:
1. Cut out this panel—use safety scissors and ask an adult to help you. (Since my husband wasn’t home, I just tore the box apart. I hope that doesn’t jinx me.)
2. Place the panel on a flat surface. (Whoops, gotta move the panel off my RWA calendar.)
3. Sit your MAGIC WOBBLER on the castle in the center of the wheel. (Oh, Mickey looks so cute. Why do I feel like singing?)
4. Close your eyes and give your WOBBLER a spin as you ask your question. (“Will my kids make their beds tomorrow?” NO CHANCE. This thing really works!)
5. Your answer will…the section of…your WOBBLER. (When I ripped the box apart, I shredded this last instruction. Guess I should have found some safety scissors and waited until hubby got home. But I’m sure this wasn’t important information, and I was sooooo excited to learn the answers to my life's questions.)
Since the MAGIC WOBBLER worked the first time, lemme try again.
“Will I finish ironing hubby's shirts tomorrow?” YOUR WISH WILL COME TRUE.
Yes! Never again will I have to fret about a decision. I’ll just ask MAGIC WOBBLER. And finding MAGIC WOBBLER came at the perfect time in my life.
“Magic Wobbler, should I go work on my Civil War story or something else?” Okay, this is freaky because I spun the MW three times and it never moved off the center castle. Maybe my question was too confusing.
“Should I wait to see what my agent says?” YOUR WISH WILL COME TRUE. So now all I need to do is figure out what my wish is.
“How will I know what my wish is?” NO CHANCE. Great. Now what do I do?
“Do you think I should finish this blog post instead of cleaning the dirty dishes from the youth group party last night?” YESSIREE! I better keep writing then.
“Do I have a publishable future?” KEEP A BRIGHT OUTLOOK.
Keep a bright outlook? Now wait one darn second. I could spend the rest of my life with some cheesy Mary Lou Retton-grin on my face, but how’s that gonna help me get published? Shouldn’t I do something to increase my odds instead of putting all my eggs on hope?
NO CHANCE.
Drat. I’m starting not to like the MAGIC WOBBLER. What if it doesn’t really know my future? How accurate can something made in China be?
NOT AT THIS TIME.
*Snork*
“Do you really know the answer to life, the universe, and everything?” YOUR WISH WILL COME TRUE. Gotta spin again. NO CHANCE. One more time. KEEP A BRIGHT OUTLOOK.
Maybe I should just grow-up, educate myself on the business-side of publication, and seek wise counsel.
Fantabulous idea!
First, I’ll put that in the form of a question and ask MW.
DREAM ON.
((All MW answers are results of accurate spins, not fixed for the purpose of this blog post. Coming soon: “Dealing with rejection!” or on “Anything is possible!” dependin, —of course, on what MW recommends. May the force be with you!)
A typical scenario is my husband Jeremy asks me what I want for dinner. *Gasp* Umm…well…let’s see, we could have…umm, I don’t know. I hate making a decision. I’m confident I inherited this inability from my oldest son.
“Mom, I’m bored.”
“Go play.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, use your imagination.”
“Yeah. What do you think I should do?”
Decisions, decisions, decisions. Why can’t I have a Wanda and a Cosmo to help with my decision making process. I wish for dinner. I wish my children to find something to do so they won’t stand over my shoulder and dampen my muse. I wish, I wish, I wish.
Cool thing is I don’t need some fairly oddparents. I have Wal-Mart. And on the back of the box of Rice Krispies that I bought from there, I found the solution to my problem.
“Need some advice? Want to know what could be in store for your future? Ask the MAGIC WOBBLER for a little help…it’s a lot of fun!”
How could I pass up such an exciting offer?
Here’s how it works:
1. Cut out this panel—use safety scissors and ask an adult to help you. (Since my husband wasn’t home, I just tore the box apart. I hope that doesn’t jinx me.)
2. Place the panel on a flat surface. (Whoops, gotta move the panel off my RWA calendar.)
3. Sit your MAGIC WOBBLER on the castle in the center of the wheel. (Oh, Mickey looks so cute. Why do I feel like singing?)
4. Close your eyes and give your WOBBLER a spin as you ask your question. (“Will my kids make their beds tomorrow?” NO CHANCE. This thing really works!)
5. Your answer will…the section of…your WOBBLER. (When I ripped the box apart, I shredded this last instruction. Guess I should have found some safety scissors and waited until hubby got home. But I’m sure this wasn’t important information, and I was sooooo excited to learn the answers to my life's questions.)
Since the MAGIC WOBBLER worked the first time, lemme try again.
“Will I finish ironing hubby's shirts tomorrow?” YOUR WISH WILL COME TRUE.
Yes! Never again will I have to fret about a decision. I’ll just ask MAGIC WOBBLER. And finding MAGIC WOBBLER came at the perfect time in my life.
“Magic Wobbler, should I go work on my Civil War story or something else?” Okay, this is freaky because I spun the MW three times and it never moved off the center castle. Maybe my question was too confusing.
“Should I wait to see what my agent says?” YOUR WISH WILL COME TRUE. So now all I need to do is figure out what my wish is.
“How will I know what my wish is?” NO CHANCE. Great. Now what do I do?
“Do you think I should finish this blog post instead of cleaning the dirty dishes from the youth group party last night?” YESSIREE! I better keep writing then.
“Do I have a publishable future?” KEEP A BRIGHT OUTLOOK.
Keep a bright outlook? Now wait one darn second. I could spend the rest of my life with some cheesy Mary Lou Retton-grin on my face, but how’s that gonna help me get published? Shouldn’t I do something to increase my odds instead of putting all my eggs on hope?
NO CHANCE.
Drat. I’m starting not to like the MAGIC WOBBLER. What if it doesn’t really know my future? How accurate can something made in China be?
NOT AT THIS TIME.
*Snork*
“Do you really know the answer to life, the universe, and everything?” YOUR WISH WILL COME TRUE. Gotta spin again. NO CHANCE. One more time. KEEP A BRIGHT OUTLOOK.
Maybe I should just grow-up, educate myself on the business-side of publication, and seek wise counsel.
Fantabulous idea!
First, I’ll put that in the form of a question and ask MW.
DREAM ON.
((All MW answers are results of accurate spins, not fixed for the purpose of this blog post. Coming soon: “Dealing with rejection!” or on “Anything is possible!” dependin, —of course, on what MW recommends. May the force be with you!)
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