It's New Years Eve and thus
for lack of anything to actually write I offer you the Best Laughs that Weaselville had to offer in 2009.
Bedding, Rodents and Fairies
WeaselMomma's Wisdom or What Passes for it
No Way To Start Your Day
Mac The Cat Speaks
Getting Back Out There
Weasels Loose at The Zoo
And in This Corner....
Dear Coors Light
And a drum roll please...........
The Dark Side of The Hundred Acre Wood
Thursday, December 31, 2009
It's New Years Eve and thus
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Merry Christmas Eve to all!!!!!!!!
Today will be busy and filled with the all the last minute preparations and the beginning of festivities and our family traditions.
I will run around like a chicken with head cut off trying to meet time deadlines. While the Weasels (and their Momma) reach critical mass and risk spontaneous combustion with excitement levels reaching Richter scale readings.
Then, just before FEMA needs to be called, it will be time for my favorite part of the Christmas celebration, Christmas Eve Mass. As a family we will dress and go to our church with 100's of others and their critical mass children. The sanctuary will be filled with joy, excitement and anticipation. The music, readings, Gospel and the celebration of the Eucharist during Mass will bring Joy and Peace to my heart.
The Weasel family will return home to exchange gifts from each other before getting ourselves in bed in time for Santa and his Elves to arrive and work their magic. We will awaken to find the glimmer and shimmer of ribbons, bows and wrap illuminated by our tree all a twinkle in a moment of Christmas magic of uncompromising beauty with Weasel eyes twinkling in excitement, Peace and relief of knowing that they made the Nice List.
I have a glorious 24 hours ahead of me, but this will always remain my most cherished part, courtesy of Luke:
And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed. (And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.) And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.Merry Christmas to all and wishing you all the joys and peace of the blessings of Christ, our greatest gift*.
And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:) to be taxed with Mary, his espoused wife, being great with child. And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid: And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger. And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child. And all they that heard it, wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds. But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart. And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.
And when eight days were accomplished for the circumcising of the child, his name was called Jesus, which was so named of the angel before he was conceived in the womb.
* I also wish Joy and Peace and the blessings of God for my non Christian friends ~ even the atheists.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Tis the Monday before Christmas
and all through the nest,
the Weasels are sleeping,
getting much needed rest.
The dog is asleep,
atop of my feet
on a Cold winters morning,
giving off much needed heat.
The Mr. is dressing,
preparing for work,
The cats are all hiding,
who knows where they lurk.
And I with my coffee am planning my way,
so much to be done still to prepare the big day.
The stockings are hung on the stairwell lopsided.
A job in which Middle Weasel is prided.
The tree is half decorated,
in need of of more love.
What's that on the floor,
by the door?
Why it's Boys missing glove.
There's more cookies to bake and tins to deliver.
I should hang up my lights to make the house shimmer.
Paper and scissors and tape all to gather
and help Smallest Weasel write Santa a letter.
There's more shopping to do.
I must clean up the house
and did someone just ask for another pet mouse?
So much to be done.
It will all come together
and maybe next year I'll write Santa a letter.
I will ask him for Elves to work in my shop.
I can pay them with cocoa, cookies and pop.
They could bake cookies and clean up the nest,
Then maybe I would get some much needed rest.
They'd do all my shopping and decorate shelves.
That would be awesome.
Oh how I want Elves!
Well it's time to get on with the tasks of the season
and time to remember that Christ is the reason.
For the love of The Father, The Son and The Ghost
are the gifts that we Weasels need to appreciate most.
Wishing you all A Merry Christmas full of Peace, Love and Joy*.
*and a great day at the movies to all my Jewish friends.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Last night was the the Weasels school Christmas concert. I always enjoy the Children's voices and watching the reenactment of the Nativity that they work so hard to put on for us, but I hate the thought of rushing through dinner, making sure the kids are dressed in their Christmas Best and the insanity of getting out of the door on time and making sure that Mr. Weasel gets out of work in time.
It all spells chaos squared in Weaselville. As I run around the house trying to ready everyone, there is always someone nipping at me heals with "You need do my hair now!", "I can't find my shoes!", "She's wearing my stockings!" and so forth.
By the time we picked up Mr. Weasel from the train, I was beyond frazzled. Yes, my calm, collected, relaxed demeanor was long gone. I was angry at 1/2 the Weasels for lack of cooperation, I was already tired, tense and irrational. By default, Mr. Weasel could not do anything right either. He hadn't actually done anything wrong, but momma was on a war path and he just happened to be on the road.
By the time the concert/Nativity began I was no better. The children were sweet in their singing and there were angels, sheep, shepherds, Wise Men and every other character from the bible story, except the donkey that carried Mary upon it's back into Bethlehem.
I made complaint about this to Mr, Weasel.
Me: Where's the donkey? They never have the donkey. They should have a donkey!
Mr. Weasel: Would you stop? Just enjoy the play and knock it off. Your doing nothing but nagging about everything tonight.
Me: The bible gives me permission to nag at you.
Mr. Weasel: What? Where?
Me: Mary rode Joseph's ass all the way to Bethlehem.
And that my dear readers, should bring clarity to so much of your life.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
From: Forward Scout, Jangle Elf, 1st Class
Location: Suburban USA
Naughty ~ When a shopper at the checkout of a shoe store informed the clerk that she no longer wanted the boots she was set to purchase, because she had believed that they were discounted much more than they had scanned for, he begrudgingly removed them from her bill with a sigh and an eye roll.
Naughty ~ The next woman in line wanted to use a coupon. The clerk refused to accept the coupon, stating that it was only valid at location Y. When the woman asked if the clerk would call location Y and ask if they had this item in stock (common happening in this store), so that she could just go there to make her purchase, the clerk sighed and rolled his eyes before replying "if you want".
Nice ~ A third woman in line, overhearing the woman's decision to not purchase the boots, informed the woman of a different local store where she could purchase the boots at a lower price. Grateful for the advice and directions the shopper went on her way.
Naughty ~ After checking out with her purchases, the third woman wished the clerk a Merry Christmas, which was clearly heard and ignored.
Nice ~ Monkey Weasel was incredibly brave and tough. On Sunday her ear began to ache. She didn't complain and went to school on Monday. Monday night stated that it hurt, but wasn't running a fever and she still went about her chores without complaint. She went to the doctor on Tuesday after starting a fever and found out that she had a bad infection in the ear. So much so that there is a perforation in her ear. This is incredibly painful and she has been quite a trooper.
Naughty ~ A 6th grade teacher gave her class a project assignment that she clearly could not expect the students to do themselves. Bake a cake model of the Earth, complete with a core, mantle and crust. Iced to resemble how the Earth appears from space and that can be cut into revealing the layers. I'm pretty sure this teacher just likes cake.
Naughty ~ WeaselMomma decided that teacher would not be receiving a tin of homemade Christmas cookies. She should really work on forgiveness.
Monday, December 14, 2009
We all are extremely familiar with the snot nosed, little brat that caught his mother giving Santa a little sumptin, sumptin extra for all of his troubles on Christmas Eve. What I wanna know is what on earth Santa was doing at the kids house to begin with!
Seriously, that kid deserves a lump of coal and to step in a pile of the little gifts that the reindeer leave behind in the lawn, at best. What did this kid do so wrong to deserve this, you ask?
Think about it. He catches his mother playing a game of "I bet I know where your ticklish" with Santa and does he stop to think 'that's wrong?' Does he care about the devastating effect of such behavior on his family? Does he consider how many pieces his father's heart would break into if this were to come to his attention?
The answer is no. All he thinks is "Damn shame that Dad didn't see this. It would make for great entertainment". The kid could be put on the naughty list for having words like 'damn' in his vocabulary alone. It never even crosses the kid's mind that this is a quid pro quo for Santa showing up at his house to begin with and the sacrifice that his mother may be making for him. He never thinks of Santa's route schedule and how this will delay Santa from getting to good children's houses before dawn. Not only should Santa not go to this kids house, his parents should go old school all over his butt.
What about all the poor kid who is getting Nuttin' for Christmas? He has a change of heart, promises to be good for next year, but finds that his actions are too late for this year. HumBug! Even Ebinezer Scrooge was given a 11th hour chance for redemption! If this kid really does go straight like he says he will, I think that he deserves a reprieve. Really. Gum in your sister's hair, using penny slugs and a tack on the teachers chair are bad behaviors, but child's play that doesn't compare to being jubilant that your mother is breaking her marriage vows and disappointed that you don't get to watch any fireworks because dad isn't around. I don't condone these behaviors, but kids will be kids and if they really change their ways, I say let Santa come.
I think Santa really needs to rethink his list criteria.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
I hope you all brought your tiaras! Come on in and make yourself comfortable. You can just set the food and snacks out in the comments. Drinks are in the cooler, so please help yourself.
RockBand is set up downstairs, so have fun but don't ask me to sing. Michelle of Honest & Truly made this delicious asparagus wrapped in proscuitto and Melisa used her mad cake baking skilz to make me a beautiful star of yumminess.
HEY, keep your fingers out of the icing!
Mingle around. tell lame party jokes and have a great time! Just don't feed the dog from the table.
Friday, December 11, 2009
To Raise An Idiot. Today I am the butt of all jokes and master of none, Thanks to four Elders (not only in lifespan of their blogs, but on their drivers licenses that were chiseled in stone) in my blogging village. They raised my blogging persona in their own images and much like Dr. Frankenstein, created a monster.
In honor of my having graced the world with my presence for the past 37 years, I have been Blunked (punked on a blog - go look it up, it's in the Urban dictionary, submitted by a middle aged, Jewish woman in the suburbs - I kid you not.) on multiple blogs today.
These are the bloggers who mentored me and allowed me to suck at the teat of their blogging knowledge, teaching me the tricks of the trade and bringing me into their fold of friendship. They raised me as their own, watched me grow and shed tears of joy the first time I
used HTML strikeout code on my own linked to their blogs.
The same said middle aged, Jewish woman in the suburbs (That I host a really fun livestream show with) has given me delusions of grandeur, hopes of rising stardom and of owning a multi-billion entertainment corporation in 20 years time.
Tom chronicled my biographical accomplishments all the way back from I was just a tiny little Hun all the way through my modeling career as the inspiration for the Mrs. Butterworth's bottle.
NukeDad brings up a part of my life that I am too modest to brag about myself, telling of my love affair with Bob Seger and my ongoing struggle to save our children from a post apocabrewtic world. I don't like to brag, but that portion of my life would make a great movie.
Momo Fali remembers fondly the days of my childhood and how she gave me my first beer and great make-up tips. Ahhh, those were the days and now you all know who to blame.
This may not seem like your typical parenthood post, but this is the village that raised this idiot and a prime example of why you should never procreate with those who are too closely genetically related to you. So go click their links to laugh hysterically at my expense and have a Happy Fatherhood Friday and don't forget to come to my virtual birthday party this Sunday, right here on World of Weasels.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I don't want Terri, Terri Quite Contrary to think that I suck, so I am going to play around and have some fun with this meme.
What do you really want for Christmas but you know nobody will get it for you?
A winter (or year round) home in Texas. I'm done with cold and snow. With an in-ground pool 8000 sq. ft, pool house, full time staff and the money to pay for it all. A girl can dream, right?
What do you not want for Christmas but you know that somebody will get it for you?
Dart shooting, noise making toys from the dollar store to drive me crazy. My brother sends them every year and I curse him for it. He does it on purpose and sends enough for all the Weasels to play with.
When do you open your gifts (Christmas eve or Christmas morning?)
Gifts from family are opened on Christmas Eve after Mass. Santa makes his rounds when all of Weaselville is asleep and leaves gifts for everyone to open Christmas morning.
Do you prefer gifts wrapped or in gift bags?
I like both and don't really care, but pretty gifts to unwrap are always great fun until you open them and find dart shooting, noise making toys from the dollar store.
Did you regift anything this year?
Not a re-gifter, that is unless I receive a gift that I really don't want and you really like. Then I will just give it to you, but not in front of the person who gave it to me and I always try to be gracious unless it is noise making, dart shooting toys from the dollar store.
What’s your favorite Christmas movie?
Christmas Vacation, A Christmas Story and Scrooged are on the very top of my list.
What’s your favorite Christmas t.v. special?
A Charlie Brown Christmas will always hold a special place in my heart, but Christmas Eve on Sesame Street -the original special from my childhood still makes me laugh like crazy and brings back memories of watching with my Dad as a child. We really enjoyed the way that Oscar torments the living daylights out of Big Bird throughout the show about how Santa is too fat to fit down the chimney and thus isn't coming. Twisted, funny, stuff. I love it so much I am embedding the entire thing here from youtube clips.
Do you like eggnog?
Yes, especially Southern Comfort non-alcoholic egg nog -add your own merry. It's rich and delicious.
Real tree or fake tree? Which do you prefer?
I prefer real for the scent in the house, but not for the needles that I find embedded in the rug come July. We use an artificial pre-lit tree because I am usually the one to put it up and take it down. The less work the better.
Would you actually use one of those fireplace DVDs if you don’t have a fireplace?
No. My brother gave me one a few years back with the dart shooting, noise making dollar store toys of torture. He thought it was great, I found it cheesy. It's still packaged on my DVD shelf, I think.
Are you sick of Christmas music yet?
I have been trying not to overdose on it, but am tired of the same old, same old and want some new classics to listen too. Maybe Melisa will introduce me some of her Hanukkah favorites for a change of pace.
Are you getting up early to wait in line to do some Boxing Day shopping?
Nope. Not only do we not celebrate boxing day in the States, it will take a lot to get me out of my warm cozy robe and home when I don't have to be. I don't do Black Friday shopping either.
When was the last time you sat on Santa’s lap?
Last Christmas Eve after the Weasels were are nestled and snug in their beds. It worked and I got what I wanted for Christmas. Naughty or nice, you decide.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Anyone who knows me knows that my birthday is an event too big to fit into just one 24 hour celebration. In that spirit tonight, we will kick-off with The WeaselMomma Birthday Extravaganza on Suburban Wow with a special After Dark episode starting at 9pm est/ 8pm cst and 6pm Pacific.
Come join in the fun and celebration with giveaways for lucky viewers of my favorite things (move over Oprah) and plenty of laughs to go around. Follow @ Suburban Wow on Twitter and be part of the conversation by sending @ messages and following the other viewers to be a part of the party and mingle with guests.
Feel free to bring a few friends along. The more the merrier is what I always say. There's plenty of fun to go around. Anyone who is anyone will be there and maybe NukeDad too.
The official Birthday Extravaganza will end this Sunday on the actual anniversary of my birth with a virtual party right here at World of Weasels. It was so much fun last year that we must do it again.
Everyone bring a virtual covered dish and recipe to share or a favorite libation. Oh, and don't forget the virtual gifts, no pressure to wrap.
So tune in tonight by clicking this cheater link and become part of the 2nd biggest birthday celebration of the year, only trumped by the Baby Jesus.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Every December 1000's of homeless and orphaned are adopted from lots, the back of trucks and grocery stores, some to a good home and some not.
Because of a lack of screening and back round checks of those seeking to adopt a tree, all too often a tree will be tortured by tacky lights and adorned with gaudy decorations. In the worst cases of abuse the helpless tree will even be set fire too, taking its new home with it.
I urge you, my dear readers, to spread the word of Christmas tree safety to your friends and neighbors. Educate adoptive families on proper decorating techniques. Report and shame the abusers.
We can no longer turn a blind eye to these atrocities.
*Photos courtesy of Google Images
Monday, December 7, 2009
Last week I posted snapshots of The Weasel Christmas Card Photo shoot and today unveil to you the finished product. The cards were produced and furnished by Naptime Productions who asked me to review their product in exchange for providing me with Christmas cards so that I had something to review. I agreed as long as they were willing to accept an honest review from me and *I am not being paid for this review*. I even paid for the shipping of the cards to my home.
(Notice, the signature script has been changed by me, because
let's face it you are all a bunch of internet freak nut-jobs and I need to protect my family. The original signature is beautifully scripted and elegant.
The cards are gorgeous. I really love them. They are the nicest Christmas cards that we have ever sent out. I have never had professional cards made before, basically because I am too cheap to do so. Usually I just take a snapshot to my local 'pick a template, type your names and pick up in one hour' dime a dozen providers and done. They are cheap, easy, acceptable and bland.
Naptime Productions managed to take the same picture that I would have used for the low budget and looks like it card and turned it into something with class. They are beautiful.
Their website was incredibly user friendly and easy to navigate. They offer many options of templates and layouts and provide cards for any occasion. They cover the bases for not only holidays, but invitations, announcements and anything else you could want to send out.
Their customer service was quick, easy, friendly and helpful while ensuring that they were producing exactly what my vision of the card was. They also offer extra add on services such as having the return address printed on the envelopes, assembly of the cards and having a jpeg of the card sent to your email for posting and emailing to friends and family.
The turn around from the time I ordered the cards online and received them in hand was incredible. I believe it was 3 business days. I ordered on a Sunday evening and I believe (but don't remember exactly) they arrived on Wednesday.
Mr. Weasel's reaction when I showed him the finished product that was delivered to my door was "Wow. Those are really nice. I am going to feel like a total cheapwad next year".
Yes, the only downfall of these cards is that you get what you pay for. They are not the kind of card that fits into the Weasel family budget, no matter how much I wish they did. For 100 of this particular card the cost is $200. Add on the return address printing on the envelopes for another $25, assembly of the card for $44, a jpeg file for $10 and $11.50 in shipping to get a grand total of $289.50. This is all before I buy postage to mail the cards.
I know of many people who spend much more money than I on holiday cards, so maybe this isn't above the norm of what many families spend on cards, but this cost is steep in relation to what I could normally spend to have cards made at this time of year.
In conclusion, here is my report card for Naptime Productions Cards.
Website Navigation A+
Customer Service A++
Cards Themselves A+
Turn around Time A++
If you are looking to have any kind of card made up in the near future, I do recommend that you visit their site and decide for yourself what your budget can allow.
And by the way, I am such a cheapwad that you can consider this my Christmas card to you. Wishing you all the joys of the Season and the blessings of Christ. Except of course for my Jewish readers whom I wish a Joyous Hanukkah and may your candle of love for God never burn out.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Teens are a unique breed of human. Most anyone who has spent significant time raising them would agree. As much as they love Mom & Dad, they usually have a hard time showing it, let alone saying it. They much prefer to give an eye roll over a hug. When given a gentle kiss on the cheek from Mom, they recoil as if her lips are a branding iron. Eldest Weasel actually jokes "It buuurrrnnnsss". However, they do indeed love and show it when they choose to.
We are now into the Christmas Season. I used to love it all. The lights, colors and shimmering paper always filled my heart with joy and the spirit of Christmas. A few years ago, Christmas changed for me. I could not bear to see the lights, hear the carols or stand the sight of the decorations. I could not muster the energy to celebrate anything and begrudged the world around me that did. I went through the motions for the sake of my children so as not to spoil their enjoyment, but my heart wasn't in it.
Christmas Present, 7 years later, is bittersweet for me. I can celebrate and enjoy. I can decorate and admire. I can shop and be excited about the treasures that I have found, but it is now always tinged by a sadness and longing. I will laugh, but I will also cry.
The other day while baking some favorite holiday treats the Christmas tunes were playing, while the Weasels sang, danced and 'helped' me in the kitchen. I love times like this, for the memories we are making, but then something stopped me in my tracks. Out of the speakers came "All I Want for Christmas is You" sung by Mariah Carey. This is a great song that I always loved, but that now will bring me instant tears.
For the only thing that I really want (and don't have) for Christmas and always, I cannot have. The only thing missing from my life is the laughter and hugs, from a would have been, 7-year-old girl who I can only visit at the cemetery, whose name is etched in cold marble, planted in icy ground as the only statement to the world that she had ever existed or mattered.
As the song began, my sweetest, eye-rolling, smart-mouthed teen, Eldest Weasel, spotting the pain in my expression, hugged me tight and we began to dance. I held her with all of my might in gratitude for being able to, as tears streamed down my face in heartache and sorrow for her little sister whom I long to hold, but never will again, in this life anyway.
Her love and unspoken understanding of what I was feeling meant so much and gave me the ability to continue with the tasks at hand in the kitchen. It also reminded me of an organization made of up individuals who have had a child's death touch their lives, SIDS of Illinois. These are the people who carried us through that first Christmas, birthday, Mother's day and subsequent ones, with an understanding of our pain. They are the people who acted as a crutch when we were not able to walk this road on our own. This organization that not only works to support bereaved families, but fights to save babies lives, through education for parents, providing safe sleep material goods for families unable to afford them (such as cribs and sleep sacks), but also to train first responders on how to deal with newly bereft parents, while still performing their duties, in order to prevent living nightmares such as Mr. Weasel and I experienced.
In this season of giving, if you are so inclined to give me a hug, I asked that you do so virtually, by way of donation to SIDS of Illinois. It doesn't matter if it's $1, $5, or $500. Donate in memory of Claire Weasel (she is the featured remembrance baby of the month - go check out her beautiful picture) via phone ((1-800-432-SIDS (7437)) or Paypal directly on their site. You can also tweet, Digg, stumble or otherwise promote this post. Every dollar donated can mean another baby's life saved or a lifeline for a family who will need to survive their first Christmas without their child in their arms.
Don't forget to stop by Dad Blogs for some other interesting insights on all things Fatherhood and Parenthood related.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Today I treat you to meme that PJ Mullen of Real Men Drive Mini-Vans tagged me with a week ago and I am finally getting around to responding to. (PJ, you should be honored that I didn't blow this off, like I have done so many times in the past). Have fun with this and check back with me on Friday for an incredibly excellent post, if I do say so myself. So here are 25 tidbits to help you get to know WeaselMomma a little better.
2. Where was your first kiss? Sad to admit, but I don't remember. Must not have been that memorable or even more likely is that the past 17 years of kisses have over shadowed it with their awesomeness.
3. Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else’s property? Unfortunately, yes. As a mean spirited prank in college, that I am ashamed of and truly remorseful for, I added bleach to the fish tank that housed a hall mates Beta fish. I believe that to be my worst moment as a human being.
4. Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex? Yes. As a teen I beat the crap out of my older and bigger brother. He had it coming for a long time.
5. Have you ever sung in front of a large number of people? No. When I sing, the baby Jesus cries.
6. What’s the first thing you notice about your preferred sex? That they are my preferred sex.
7. What really turns you off? Infidelity and when anyone opens their mouths and reveals themselves as a complete moron.
8. What do you order at Starbucks? Completely depends on my mood.
9. What is your biggest mistake? Yeah, like I'm going to own up to that on the internet.
10. Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose? No
11. Say something totally random about yourself. I love unexpected gifts.
12. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity? In High School I was told that I look like Demi Moore (Ghost years & had more to do with my haircut)
13. Do you still watch kiddie movies or TV shows? Phineas & Ferb all the way and I have to admit, I dig iCarly too.
14. Did you have braces? Nope.
15. Are you comfortable with your height? Yup.
16. What is the most romantic thing someone of the preferred sex has done for you? Borrowed a car, drove 1 1/2 hrs in the middle of the night to come see me because I had a bad day, and drove back in time for work the next morning.
18. Do you speak any other languages? Nada. Just a few cursory words and phrases.
19. Have you ever been to tanning salon? Never.
20. Have you ever ridden in a limo? Yes, weddings, airports and 1 birthday party.
21. What’s something that really annoys you? When my kids don't follow simple instructions.
22. What’s something you really like? Friends
23. Can you dance? I have two white feet.
24. Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room? No.