tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198513682009-02-20T21:52:20.692-06:00Babs' BabbleBarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-40237493634411018662008-11-22T18:26:00.001-06:002008-11-22T18:27:43.304-06:00HA ha(Yes, that should be read like Nelson on the Simpsons). <br /><br />The news is covering the TT/ OU game that is happening in 34 minutes and they showed footage of OU running their Sooners flags after a score. Only the flags spelled out S-O-O-N-E-S-R. Nice try there, folks. It really is going to be hard to remember that I'm cheering for them tonight, but I consider them the lesser of 2 evils (shudder).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-4023749363441101866?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-69987525186432635872008-10-27T17:15:00.001-05:002008-10-28T18:01:36.070-05:00This is the best Political Ad I've ever seen<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxlwYP0HNdc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxlwYP0HNdc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-6998752518643263587?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-64663203766495813102008-09-09T10:01:00.001-05:002008-09-09T10:04:22.655-05:00Ladies and Gentlemen, I can be taught!I just had a woman inform me that the zip code I gave her was incorrect. I told her it was 12345 (not really, obvs) and she said "No, it's 12445". Ummmmmmmmm, do you have the zip code for every address in the Pacific Northwest memorized (and if so why are you calling). She then proceeded to tell me "It can't be 1245, that's not enough numbers. Zip codes have 5 numbers". Well, thanks for telling me. I had no clue. I have never sent or received anything in the mail in my life. Nor do I look up things by zip code every. single. day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-6466320376649581310?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-59413530525566801242008-09-07T13:39:00.003-05:002008-09-07T13:41:52.725-05:00I'm just lookingfor the perfect Mommy to be to buy this for: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/19/_5699639.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/19/_5699639.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Hmm, Paige- you have a shower coming up soon. Are you and Mikey gangta enough to be wiling to dress your baby in this (oh, and ruin his hopes of ever joining the crips)? ;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-5941353052556680124?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-32647670285671443122008-08-20T10:29:00.003-05:002008-08-20T10:39:58.051-05:00An Interesting Marketing ConceptI'm not 100% sure how old the Survivor show is. I do know that Paige and I watched the one in Australia, which I think was the second one, when we were roommates Junior year. It was that cute Colby whose one luxury item was a Texas flag. Anyway, that means that this Survivor is at least number 9 or 10. I'm not sure how they're still making them since I don't know anybody who watched the last one in . . . well, wherever it was. <br /><br />This morning while watching the Price is Right, I saw a commercial for the new season of Survivor. We had just shredded (done the Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred, during which, Zach says "why is she being so mean to me?") so I was too tired to ignore the commercial. Well, I am glad that I was paying attention because I think they may be on to something. We all know they can't do the same thing over and over and expect viewers to keep tuning in. <br /><br />Then new commercial features lots of jungle-y scenes and tells us that the newest Survivor is in Africa (in some place that starts with a G- apparently I wasn't paying that much attention, oh well), but that isn't the important part. The commercial tells us that this season temptation will be everywhere and the subtitle of the show is "Earth's Last Eden". Hmm, temptation, Eden, CBS needing what the French call that certain I don't know what . . . I've got it! This season of Survivor will be totally naked! Now, I know they won't show it, but they have experience with the blurriness from Richard Hatch's voluntary nakedness in the first season. <br /><br />So, maybe they won't do it, but they totally should if they want anyone to watch. Think about how awkward it would be to get voted off and have everyone who doesn't like you looking at you while you're naked. Now that's good TV.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-3264767028567144312?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-70078217772385624272008-08-11T16:50:00.002-05:002008-08-11T16:56:37.568-05:00Really?I admit it, I have Olympic fever. It's just so exciting to see all the different competitions and see the athletes get so pumped up. It is one of the times when I am actually proud of my country. So, it follows that I have jumped on the Michael Phelps bandwagon. Not because he is an amazing swimmer and sets world records without even really trying, but mostly because well, did you see him screaming after they won the 4x400 relay? That guy has some spirit. <br /><br />So, of course, I really want him to get 8 gold medals and set a record. And after reading <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20080811/en_afp/oly2008swimusaspitz_080811062625">this</a>, I want him to do it even more. Uh yeah, mark Spitz, I don't feel bad that the IOC didn't invite you, I just think you look like a Bilbo Douchebaggins. Novel concept here: if you wanted to go to the Olympics, then why didn't you just go? Stop being such a big baby. You just wanted a free ride to see fireworks and be on TV. The reason that you weren't invited can be found at the website www.nobodycaresaboutyouanymore.com. Say it with me: "It's not all about you." You are old, washed up and a bad sport. You don't see Mary Lou Retton bitching about "not being invited". It's not a bat mitzvah, it's a sporting event. If you want to attend, there are these things called tickets that you can purchase. You know, since you're famous and all (insert insane laughter here), you should be able to afford them.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-7007821777238562427?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-85413945044071036172008-08-09T09:40:00.003-05:002008-08-09T09:41:31.624-05:00R.I.P. BernieI first saw Bernie Mac in the Original Kings of Comedy. He was an absolutely hiralrious comedian. He died earlier this morning. Here is a video to remember him. Show me some love, mothafucka!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGATCtDLDBY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGATCtDLDBY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-8541394504407103617?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-63431301849307927772008-08-08T21:23:00.003-05:002008-08-08T21:26:44.273-05:00Vote for Becky!Hey all, my friend, Becky, had family photos done earlier this summer and the photographer is having a contest on her site. One of the pics is of Becky's niece and her parents and the prize is a gallery wrapped canvas. So, if you have time, head on over to <a href="http://blog.photographyinbloom.com/2008/08/summer-lovin.html">Photography in Bloom</a> and vote for picture # 6. Thanks!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-6343130184930792777?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-87374729675969170032008-07-23T09:28:00.002-05:002008-07-23T09:35:12.885-05:00I hate 2008Seriously, this year is horrible. My family has been through the ringer and I am just ready for it to be over. I'm almost to the point of staying up until midnight, kissing Zach, wearing a funny hat, blowing a horn and declaring it 2009. Or at least 2008.5<br /><br />My parents have both been battling health issues this year. My mom found a lump in her breast, which was thankfully benign, but still had to be removed. My dad recently has been having major stomach troubles and they think he has an ulcer. They both had bad bouts of bronchitis. <br /><br />My sister lost her job and got dumped. Now she has a better job and is back with her boyfriend, but still, that is a lot to deal with. <br /><br />I had to see a cardiologist in March due to an abnormal EKG. Everything is ok, it was just pleurisy, but still, kind of stressful. <br /><br />Now I found out last night that my aunt was diagnosed with liver cancer and it is too advanced for treatment. She's under hospice care and my dad said that she probably won't last too much longer. <br /><br />Seriously, this is the worst since 2004, when I knew 5 people that had died by March. However, that year did take a wonderful turn for the better because that is the year that I met Zach. Hopefully 2008 will bring some good tidings in the months that are left. Otherwise, I say we just move on.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-8737472967596917003?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-86018904735884380682008-07-15T19:18:00.003-05:002008-07-15T19:20:11.436-05:00HahahahhahahahahahahahahFor those of you who didn't think that Brian Fellow's Safari Planet was funny, I present you with this. Any child of the 80's should be rolling in the aisles. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ur8AwQHusZw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ur8AwQHusZw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-8601890473588438068?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-91363392540277573082008-07-09T19:17:00.002-05:002008-07-09T19:23:29.865-05:00My New Work To-do List1) Visit <a href="http://graphjam.com/">graphjam</a>.<br /><br />2) Bang on the drum all day<br /><br />3) See # 1<br /><br />Try it, you'll LOVE it!<br /><br />Case in point: <br /><br /><a href="http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/funny-graphs-all-day.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/funny-graphs-all-day.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-9136339254027757308?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-10725908144191375172008-06-25T19:44:00.002-05:002008-06-25T19:56:49.351-05:00Shocker: Americans are dumbI don't generally ask very hard questions in my line of work. Pretty simple information we need here people- name, date of birth, address, phone number, age, stuff like that. I'm not asking people who the 22nd President of the United States was or even their grandmother's maiden name. Basic information people. And still, they manage to mess it up.<br /><br />I cannot tell you how many times I ask for someone's zip code and they respond with (for example) 512 or 770 or 404. I used to just play it off and pause a moment and then say "And your zip code?" Sometimes they would catch it, other times not so much. I am past the point of being polite now. Yesterday someone gave me their area code when I asked for zip code and I just said "ZIP code" with really loud annoying emphasis on the zip. There is only so much one woman can take.<br /><br />Those people, however, have to be smarter than the people who have no clue what their zip code is. People have literally had to go look it up. They will reply to the question with "I don't know" in a haughty voice that implies that you are asking a silly question that nobody knows the answer to. There are also people who are clueless as to their own phone number, birth date and age. Umm, how did you manage to dial the phone to reach me if you don't know that information?<br /><br />This whole dealing with the general public on a daily basis thing is definitely overrated.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-1072590814419137517?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-75428564103306547382008-05-13T23:53:00.003-05:002008-05-14T00:01:23.759-05:00If You're Happy and you know it . . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wK8p5feKn3g/SCpyG0Hz_WI/AAAAAAAAACI/DltDXbO91UM/s1600-h/P5020378.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wK8p5feKn3g/SCpyG0Hz_WI/AAAAAAAAACI/DltDXbO91UM/s200/P5020378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200094181148851554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wK8p5feKn3g/SCpxu0Hz_VI/AAAAAAAAACA/PcrvBJ_5g6I/s1600-h/P4280390.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wK8p5feKn3g/SCpxu0Hz_VI/AAAAAAAAACA/PcrvBJ_5g6I/s200/P4280390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200093768831991122" /></a><br />Introducing Happy! We took Beau to the Buda Wiener Dog Races on April 27 and while we were there we stopped by to say hi to the <a href="http://www.atdr.org/">ATDR</a> folks since we got Beau from them. We mentioned that we had been thinking about fostering dachshunds and asked what steps we would need to take to do so. Well, it turns out that a couple had surrendered their dog to the rescue just a few minutes earlier and they didn't have anyone to foster him. So, since they knew us, they asked if we would be willing to foster Happy. We walked around for a while and purchased some wiener paraphernalia. The doggles seemed to get along well, so we agreed to be Happy's foster family. <br /><br />He is younger than Beau and has a more playful, hyper, silly personality. He also had heart worms so we had to take him to Houston for treatment last week and are trying our best to keep him calm and quiet for the next 5 weeks (easier said than done!). He is a sweet boy, so if you are in the market for a wienie, you may want to keep him in mind!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-7542856410330654738?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-48212591796654388072008-04-22T16:39:00.003-05:002008-04-22T17:31:50.980-05:00Vote Beau for president!<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/2430815555_e0f5fdb95a.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/2430815555_e0f5fdb95a.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3127/2431630144_cea581b3a8.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3127/2431630144_cea581b3a8.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a> <br />Well, not really, but I would appreciate it if you voted for him for Austin's Best Dachshund. The Austin American Statesman is putting on a "dog show" on their website and they are having competitions for all the breeds. For the next 2 weeks, the focus is on the weinie dogs. :) If you would like to vote, go to <a href="http://www.statesman.com/news/content/life/interactive/hotnot_best_wiener/index.html">http://www.statesman.com/news/content/life/interactive/hotnot_best_wiener/index.html</a> Beau's pictures are #199-200 (closer to the end, so go backwards instead of forwards to find him. Our whole family thanks you!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-4821259179665438807?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-82899363677556150472008-04-19T13:31:00.001-05:002008-04-19T13:35:10.485-05:00I'm making June 22my new birthday. Well, not really. I am kind of partial to November 1. But, something is happening on June 22, 2008 that I have been waiting for a long time. Rock Band is finally coming out on Wii! Hooray! I have wanted to buy Rock Band since I first played it at Zach's friend, Levi's house. It is the most fun game that I think I have ever played. It is much better than Guitar Hero because in addition to guitar, someone can play drums and someone can sing! And it actually scores you! And, by some odd twist of fate, I am actually good at the singing part! Which is weird because in real life I am a dreadful singer. But, anyway, mark your calendars to not call Barbara on June 22 because I will be busy. Hmm, I wonder if I should ask off from work?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-8289936367755615047?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-50475888854222904852008-03-28T21:06:00.001-05:002008-03-28T21:07:47.848-05:00Alert! Alert! Major Confession!!!!!I LOVE this song!!!!<br /><br />I sing it at the top of my lungs in the car. <br /><br />Miley Cyrus is the best!!<br /><br />But, that Hannah Montana bitch sucks. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9L7WgRWrtE&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9L7WgRWrtE&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-5047588885422290485?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-90536980343784584752008-03-26T18:45:00.004-05:002008-03-26T18:55:22.321-05:00Sad and Scary!<iframe height="339" width="425" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/23807869#23807869" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /><br /><a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23808301/">This</a> is a really tragic story. The scary thing is, malignant hyperthermia is the disease that I have. I'm pretty thankful, especially after reading this that they were able to treat me after my reaction and that I'm ok today. <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23807734/">Here's</a> a follow up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-9053698034378458475?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-89909556606272510102008-03-25T18:10:00.002-05:002008-03-25T18:44:24.470-05:00# 1sSo, <a href="http://www.belletexanne.blogspot.com/">Rachel </a>made a post about all the songs that were # 1s on her birthday throughout her life and I thought it was pretty cool. So I am going to copy her. You can see her list <a href="http://belletexanne.blogspot.com/2008/03/throwback.html">here</a>. And, you can see mine below:<br /><br />1979 Rise- Herb Alpert<br />1980 Woman in Love- Barbra Streisand<br />1981 Arthur's Theme (Best that You Can Do)- Christopher Cross<br />1982 Who Can it be Now- Men at Work<br />1983 Islands in the Stream- Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton<br />1984 I Just Called to Say I Love You- Stevie Wonder<br />1985 Saving All My Love for You- Whitney Houston<br />1986 True Colors- Cyndi Lauper<br />1987 Bad- Michael Jackson<br />1988 Groovy Kind of Love- Phil Collins<br />1989 Miss You Much- Janet Jackson<br />1990 Black Cat- Janet Jackson<br />1991 Emotions- Mariah Carey<br />1992 End of the Road- Boyz II Men<br />1993 Dreamlover- Mariah Carey<br />1994 I'll Make Love to You- Boyz II Men<br />1995 Fantasy- Mariah Carey<br />1996 Macarena- Los Del Rio<br />1997 Something About the Way You Look Tonight/ Candle in the Wind 1997- Elton John<br />1998 The First Night- Monica<br />1999 Smooth- Santana featuring Rob Thomas<br />2000 Come on Over Baby (All I Want is You)- Christina Aguilera<br />2001 I'm Real- Jennifer Lopez featuring Ja Rule<br />2002 Dilemma- Nelly featuring Kelly Rowland<br />2003 Baby Boy- Beyonce featuring Sean Paul<br />2004 My Boo- Usher and Alicia Keys<br />2005 Gold Digger- Kanye West featuring Jamie Foxx<br />2006 Money Maker- Ludacris featuring Pharrell<br />2007 Crank That- Soulja Boy<br /><br />Good times. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-8990955660627251010?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-16462390107770645692008-02-29T17:38:00.000-06:002008-02-29T17:39:08.341-06:00Veerrrrryy Interesting.Take this <a href="http://www.beliefnet.com/story/76/story_7665_1.html">quiz</a> to see if you are the right religion.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-1646239010777064569?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-9758488057162100222008-02-07T19:01:00.000-06:002008-02-07T19:20:46.689-06:00Mall MadnessZach and I went to the mall on Saturday to buy a fridge, washer and dryer and some make-up for me. (BTW- I know I didn't mention that we bought a house, but I only have 1 picture of it, so I plan to post about it when we move in a couple of weeks from now). While we were there, we wanted to take some time to think over the major purchases we were making, so we decided to head to the food court for lunch and ended up having sandwiches from <a href="http://www.charleyssteakery.com/">Charley's</a>. (Which rocks, by the way). After eating, Zach went back up to the counter to see if they gave re-fills and I threw our trash away and went to meet him. On my way, I saw a girl in front of Chik-Fil-a wearing one of those long sweaters (similar to <a href="http://www.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/26/9/AAAAAoQ3nrUAAAAAACaZ6A.jpg">this</a> but long sleeved) with Uggs. Now, this wouldn't have been a problem except she wasn't wearing any pants (or leggings or tights or any leg coverings whatsoever). The sweater barely covered her arse and it was white (and hence, semi-see-through). My jaw dropped and I sped up, eager to share the news with Zach. When I saw him, I knew that he had seen her because his eyes were wide open, jaw was dropped and he was giggling. He started to talk about how short it was and why would she wear that and did she forget her pants today and (my favorite) that it was see through and he didn't think she was wearing underwear. This went on for 2-3 minutes and the whole time a guy who was 2 people in front of us kept looking back at us. After waiting a few minutes, we decided the re-fills weren't worth the wait and we started to walk off. We noticed Miss Sweater-Nopants walking towards where we had been and were shocked when she walked up to the same guy who had been giving us weird looks. Apparently we were talking shit about this girl in front of her boyfriend and he never even said a word. Needless to say, we hightailed it out of the food court. <br /><br />On our way back to Sears to make our purchases, we passed Old Navy. Have you seen the mirrors they have in Old Navys that are attached to racks and kind of spread out in the open areas? Well, there was a girl standing at one of them picking her nose! It was right at the front of the store and the entire thing is windows, so everyone walking by could see her digging for gold. And it was definitely a pick, not a scratch. She did it the entire time we were walking by (and I know because we could. not. look. away.) Maybe she didn't realize that everyone could see her?<br /><br />We left the mall that day with lighter pocketbooks, but not empty handed. Because in addition to our shiny new appliances (which we didn't really leave with since they have to be delivered) I left with blog fodder. I consider that a successful shopping trip. <br /><br />PS- We played Mall Madness at our girls' night on Saturday. It was awesome.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-975848805716210022?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-66047510760673400992008-01-31T19:41:00.000-06:002008-01-31T22:23:11.589-06:00Wanted: Grammar teacherPeople are always trying to figure out what's wrong with America's schools today. I think I may have found the answer in <a href="http://seattle.craigslist.org/skc/edu/557146557.html">this ad</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-6604751076067340099?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-22517455049906444432008-01-27T02:17:00.001-06:002008-02-29T17:38:28.070-06:00If I had a bug like that I would make a coat out of him.This is my new FAVORITE. THING. EVER. <br /><br />I took the video out because it was messing with my page loading. If you want to see it, it's on Jib Jab.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-2251745504990644443?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-57747540981555167592008-01-21T22:43:00.000-06:002008-01-21T22:45:00.744-06:00I rock. :D<div style="background: url('http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/414/499/spelling.xaixa3mry3.jpg') no-repeat; width: 265px; height: 182px;"><a style="display: block; text-align: center; padding-top: 127px; height: 35px; font-size: 24px; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; text-decoration: none; color: #fff;" href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/view/blogger-spelling">I Scored a 100%!</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-5774754098155516759?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-44002553065530601312008-01-16T19:22:00.000-06:002008-01-16T19:25:35.697-06:00Have a baby one more time???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/startracks/080128/britney_spears4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/startracks/080128/britney_spears4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />Dear God, why have you not yet struck her sterile? Seriously. There are lots of very nice people who are incapable of getting pregnant. Use your almighty powers to take the baby out of her and put it in them. Kthanxbai!<br /><br />PS- What is wrong with the world when I look waaaay better than Britney Spears?<br />PPS- 2 posts in one day? Yes, I am awesome, and I just had to spread the word on Brit-Brit.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-4400255306553060131?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19851368.post-48120353872979835562008-01-16T10:39:00.000-06:002008-01-16T19:25:56.445-06:00It's Raining . . . MexMarts?Zach has been off of work since Sunday (I know, poor him) and he has the tendency to get a little cabin fever when he doesn't have anything to do. Yesterday when I got home from work I found him sitting in the exact same position that I had left him in with a glazed look on his face. I know he moved because he said he walked and fed the dog and the clothes I had put in the dryer before leaving for work were <s>folded neatly and hung in all the right places</s> strewn all over the bed. After rectifying the laundry situation, we decided to head to Trudy's for some dinner. <br /><br />As soon as we got there, it started raining so Zach dropped me off to get a table and parked the car. We were seated pretty soon and were put in the booth right next to the kitchen (on the left side of you're facing the bar where you have to go up the stairs, for those of you who have been there). Our waited introduces himself as Thor (name changed to protect the very, very guilty) and proceeds to take our drink order. Since it was Top Shelf Tuesday I had a Mexican Martini and Zach had a Margarita (he almost ordered super premium tequila, but opted to save the dollar- this will be important in a second). <br /><br />After a few minutes, Thor comes out of the kitchen, which is right behind my left shoulder with the tray bearing our drinks, salsas, chips and queso. I'm not exactly sure what happened next, but I either heard or saw something that caused me to close my eyes and put my hands in front of my face. And it was just in time, because right then, Thor lost his grip on the tray and everything- drinks, salsa, shaker, chips and glasses fell all over our table as well as Zach and I, the seats, our coats and the window shades. <br /><br />Around this time I determine it is safe enough to open my eyes and see that I am drenched in Mexican Martini (made with top shelf tequila- sniff) there is salsa on both our coats as well as the booth and salsa has been plastered across the shade. Thor is pretty much speechless but still trying to talk, like this: <br /><br />"Oh my God guys, I am so sorry. I don't know what happened. Uhhhhh, let me get my manager."<br /><br />And then he left. Another girl came and gave us napkins and when the manager showed up, he brought us actual towels to dry off with. Now, if anyone is thinking "I would have left right away", I beg to differ. You see, I had Mexican Martini all over my lap. Everyone at Trudy's knew why. At another restaurant, it would have been- Hey look at that girl who peed her pants. <br /><br />In addition to towels, the managed offered us a comped first round and to pay to get our coats dry cleaned. Right about the time he left, another waitress tried to walk into the kitchen and ended up dropping part of her tray on the floor. <br /><br />I was beginning to think that Thor wasn't coming back, but he did and took our order, profusely apologizing the whole time. We get our food (brought out by someone else- ha!) and I think that the danger is over. Well, then Zach finishes his margarita and orders a Mexican Martini. Thor puts his old glass on the tray and as he is walking into the kitchen, his tray is too far out and it runs into the doorway and flies out of his hands into the middle of the aisle. It was really hard not to snicker. I mean, I had finished half a Mexmart by this time and it was a lot funnier to see the waiter drop stuff when it didn't land on me. <br /><br />The night ended without any more incident and as we got in the car my only thought was "I hope we don't get pulled over" because we both reeked of tequila.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19851368-4812035387297983556?l=txbabs111.blogspot.com'/></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427152339236248568noreply@blogger.com1