Go ahead, make my day! (or I can go ahead and make yours!)

Guess what! I am officially hooked on cream of wheat. All that effort paid off.

My addiction dawned on me on Sunday whilst I was starving to death during Sacrament meeting.

I listened carefully to the still small voice inside my tummy telling me what it was craving . . . and guess what it said?

Cream of wheat!

HA!

That HA isn't directed at you, it's directed at my husband who still doesn't believe I'm hooked. This is what he said this morning while thumbing his nose at me:

"Hmmm, cream of wheat, huh? Not oatmeal, huh?"

(He's such an oatmeal snob!)


Well Tim O'Brien never stopped by. Hmmph!

So much for James Taylor's theory about friends dropping from the sky when you need them to make your day.

Oh, well, I guess I still have you guys to make my day.


I mean, THANK GOODNESS I still have you guys to make my day!


So go ahead, make my day!

I'm waiting . . .


Martha made my day today. Usually she makes my day by bringing me pasta salad or buying me magic shorts or getting into fist fights with the score keeper when they don't count my son's baskets .

But today she made my day by sending me a breaking news story about Barry Manilow.

Remember when I posted about how police are now punishing noise offenders by locking them in a room and making them listen to Barry Manilow sing at the top of his lungs?

And then remember when I made my students listen to him AND look at him because they didn't do their homework?

You don't? Well, it was the same day I snapped photos of Martha pushing her opponant to the ground during the Turkey Trot.

Anyway, the authorities in New Zealand must have read my post because they are now using Barry Manilow to control their youth.

Check it out here!


Oh, and guess who else made my day?


April! APRIL's BACK! YAY! And she learned a valuable lesson while she was away about bad days so I added a new song to my playlist just for her.

Track 63 is for you, April! Welcome back with your new found wisdom.



Oh, and guess who else made my day?


JOHN LOCK!



uh-huh! That's what I said!

If anyone wants to live vicariously through me today they can because not only am I addicted to cream of wheat I also saw JOHN LOCK at Lei Lei's during lunch.

My husband warned me not to wear his green winter jacket to lunch just in case we ran into John Lock and he was right.

And I didn't have my camera so I grabbed my husband's phone, jumped up, knocked over the waitress and got this shot.

Ta-da!

Just goes to show you that the universe is always looking out for us. If one famous person lets you down, there will always be another famous person to pick you back up.

(and yes, girlz, he's super hot in person too (for an old dude), but you didn't hear it from me.)

A convenient lie and an inconvenient truth

I was photo tagged by LoW, even though she knows I hate tags. I swear that girl loves to inconvenience me.

But today I'm happy to be inconvenienced because it's better than being gross, and my last post had everyone gagging (particularly Robin's husband.)

So I'll do your dumb tag, LoW, but only because I'm anxious to squelch the gag-a-thon ASAP!

I'm supposed to publish the 6th photo in the 6th folder.

The only problem is I don't believe in the number 6 (it's evil). If I have to go with evil numbers I pick 13. That's my favorite evil number.

So I'm publishing the 13th photo in the 13th folder.

And, Oh my goodness, what a evil stroke of luck! It just so happens to be a photo of David Archuleta with my daughter's friend, Josi, at the Polynesian Cultural Center.

I stole this photo off her Facebook profile a few weeks ago because I was steaming mad that I didn't get my own photo with him. I was planning to photoshop my face over Josi's face, but then I got tagged.

So UNFAIR! Sandi's daughter, Kute Kasey got to meet him at the PCC, and Martha's daughter saw him at the temple. Me? I got nothing but stolen photos.

(oh, and I didn't just steal this photo. I lied about it too. This wasn't photo number 13.)

Here's a question for you. (Who knows Crash best?) Throughout all 7 seasons of American Idol, I only picked up the phone and voted for one contestant. Who was it?

I'll send Caramacs to whoever gets it right. (And it wasn't Archie).

Now here's another tag. It's called Message from the Universe Tag. (I love these games).

Grab the closest book to you RIGHT NOW. Open it to page 13. Scroll down to line 13. What is your message from the Universe today?

Mine is from a book called Glass by Ellen Hopkins:

I told you then, the monster is a way of life, one it's difficult to leave behind no matter how hard you try.

Gulp!

Now that's an inconvenient truth!

My cup of envy runneth over!!!

Did you guys hear me screaming at the top of my lungs?

It sounded a lot like this:

AAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh!

No, it was more like this:

AaaaaHHHHHNOWAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

No, it was more like this:

OMGOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


My daughter just called me from her soccer slumber party, which just so happened to be hosted by the neice of Jack Johnson, who just so happens to live right next door to . . . you guessed it . . . Curious George!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!

I just love that little monkey!

And GUESS WHAT!? Guess, guess, guess!

Okay you'll never guess!

Jack Johnson came over to the slumber party and sang a bunch of songs for the girls!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

And guess what else!? Guess, guess, guess!

Okay you'll never guess this one.

Jack Johnson talked to my daughter.

And you know what he said? Huh? Huh? Huh?

He said, and I quote:

"I think I met your mom. She looks just like you."

Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

It just goes to show how important it is to spawn carbon copy offspring of yourself so they can jar the memory of famous people you love.

I wonder if he remembers wrapping his arm around me and kissing me on the cheek?
I still haven't washed that cheek, btw.

(I just hope he doesn't know that I found out about his Eagle Powers.)

P.S. Sorry for interrupting my skillz post. You can go back to ooh-ing and aah-ing over my uber awesome new photog/blog skillz now.

Grab your reading glasses and a Code Red

Seriously, go grab a Code Red because my kids think this post is going to crash and burn!

(Get it . . . crash and burn!)

(And it will very likely self destruct in 24 hours.)


Pay attention to the fine print because I learned a new skill today.


Remember when I had the best day ever thanks to Jack Johnson?

And remember how weird he acted when I asked him about Curious George and the man with the yellow hat?

And remember how we became best friends and I then I realized that famous people are people too so I made a vow never to post photos of him again?

Well I lied.

We didn't really become best friends.

And I'm going to post more photos.

But in my defense, the photos were taken accidentally.

I kid you not.

He and his lovely cool-cat wife and his super cute l'il boys just happened to sit down right in front of me at my daughter's soccer game today so how could I NOT accidentally take photos of him, huh? huh? huh?

When the universe sets up a photo op, you don't ask why, peeps!

So after sitting behind JJ and his LC-C wife and SC L'il boys, I learned a thing or two that might not be common knowledge, like who he eats bananas with and who he voted for. Oh, and where he gets his special powers.

So why not share?

First:

I think he should hire me to shoot his next 3-D album cover.

Second:





Third:


The man with the yellow hat is alive and well:


And finally (and most importantly):



(Now if that doesn't get me at least one more vote for BEST HUMOR BLOG I don't know what will.)

P.S. It's April's birthday today. Let's to cover her blog with streamers! Happy Birthday April!! LY!!

Oh wait, it's T's birthday too!(belated) And Shelle's anniversary. PaRtAy! LY T!! LY Shelle!!