TLC ERROR!!

Okay, so another TV thing... I swear, I absolutely do other things besides sitting in front of our super gargantuan television!

I was watching an episode of "What Not to Wear" on TLC this afternoon, and I noticed a GLARING error!  Normally, I kinda love this show.  (Truth be told, I wish they'd call me to be a guest host.  I mean, the things some of those crazy people pull out of their closets is just abhorring.  I'd love to be able to tell them what I think without it being socially unacceptable.)  But today is the first time I paid close attention to the opening credits.

I noticed a fake traffic sign posted on the side of some under-construction edifice.  The sign reads "WHITE SHOES PERMITTED AFTER LABOR DAY."

Now thank God for DVR, so I could rewind to make sure that I had read correctly.  I thought perhaps I had missed the word "NOT" preceding "PERMITTED."  But alas, I had not missed this  oh.so.important.  word.

Clearly, white shoes are permitted from the period following Memorial Day up until Labor Day.

*As a side note, these particular shoes are NEVER permitted.  But I felt that the picture supported my message.

For shame, Stacy and Clinton.

But have no fear, friends.  I've contacted TLC to inform them of their erroneous ways and to save them from further embarrassment.  (Of course I did.)  I expect to see a correction in the near future. 

Awwww.....

For any of you who love dogs, or babies, or dogs AND babies, this video is a must-watch.

Could this be any cuter??

I find myself wondering what our dogs will behave like when we get around to having kids.  Sure, they've been around kids before-

Will, their favorite neighborhood baby, learned pretty quickly to shove them out of his face as they incessantly licked him.  Licking is their favorite.

I babysat my friend's baby Cate once, and Delilah raced around the house in circles every time she cried.

Friendly neighbors walk by with their baby strollers all the time...the dogs bark as if we're under attack.

But maybe all of this practice has been good!  Maybe once we have our own baby, Daphne and Delilah will ignore it.  It'll be old news.  They won't lick (and lick and lick and lick) or bark like idiots or run around in maniacal circles.  Maybe they'll gently howl the baby to sleep...

Yep, we're screwed.

TV Weirdness

Now we've all been sucked into some sort of mindless television at some point.  You're channel surfing, and before you know it, you've stopped at some odd show you'd never choose on purpose, and suddenly you're totally enthralled with the E! True Hollywood Story of Milli Vanilli.

 So you're con artists...blame it on the rain.

Last night, J and I managed to get sucked into the most bizarre show ever.  Well, bizarre for us, at least.

Usually at bed time, I force J to suffer through re-runs of The Golden Girls.  I just love those kooky oldsters!  And as a side note, I sincerely hope to be as crotchety and mean as Sophia some day.  I think it's your right if you live to be that old.

But somehow last night, we ended up stuck on "The Best of Deadliest Catch."  And we stayed stuck on it through two and a half episodes.  Wha???

Somehow we both found it absolutely fascinating.  I mean, really, it's just a bunch of rough-and-tumble guys on a big ship together on the icy seas for months at a time.  *Wow- it actually sounds pretty interesting when I say it that way.  Like Titanic with blue collar workers instead of high society cruisers.  Oh, yeah, and no sinking at the end.*

What I learned from "Deadliest Catch":

• Alaskan King Crabs are GINORMOUS!
• There is absolutely no end to the coffee and cigarettes aboard the "Northwestern."
• If you don't empty the cage fast enough, someone will probably kick your ass.
• The Skipper is always right, even if he hasn't slept in 72 hours and has steered the ship into a vast icy nothingness.

Why was it that we couldn't turn it off, again?  Yeah, I'm really not so sure...

Be my follower...please??

WARNING: Shameful post to follow...

So in casual conversation, or via Facebook comments, I've learned that a lot of people read this blog!  I SO love all the happy feedback I get from readers.

In the beginning, I was just doing this as a fun project.  But I will admit...now I need followers.

I don't have a cool ticker telling me how many people have visited!  And by my current followers, it looks like I have a whopping *four* readers.     

So if you stop by on a semi-regular basis, I'd love to know!  Just look to your right and click where it says "FOLLOW."

Come on, you know you wanna...

The YELLOW DEATH is upon us!!

Good news!!  The bees are gone!

Bad news...they're gone because the big spring bloom has happened, and the pollen that the bees craved is now floating through the air, coating everything in its path.

The cars are yellow, the driveway is yellow, the sidewalks are yellow...even my red front door is now yellow.  You can literally see pollen clouds in the sky.  It's disgusting!

There was, however, one bright spot in my pollen-filled day (other than the disappearance of the killer bees, of course).  Daphne, ever the hound dog, was sniffing and snarfing, tracking a bug across the patio.

Up- the-nose shot!  Notice the nostrils!

This myth is BUSTED...but who cares?

This morning, J was watching Mythbusters.  Even I will admit, sometimes the stuff they do on that show can be interesting.  I mean, watching a ninja catch a flying arrow in mid-air is pretty cool!  (Really, I guess watching a ninja do anything is kinda cool, since normally they're so stealthy that they can't be seen at all...I mean, have you ever seen a ninja?  Exactly.)

But this morning the guys on Mythbusters are trying to determine if a duck's quack echoes.  My first thought?  WHO CARES?

Apparently, there are people out there who actually wonder about this.  And in case you are now wondering who these people could possibly be?  Turns out, J has an inquiring mind, and he wants to know.

Not only does he immediately get sucked into the show, he actually talks out loud to it!  When a duck quacks in a field, and no echo is recorded, he states that they should go to a place with concrete, so that the sound has something to bounce off of.  Really, J?

Well the geniuses on the show followed J's advice, and took the ducks to a warehouse to try again.  You could see the self-satisfied grin on J's face.  (I think he may actually secretly wish to be a Mythbuster.  Maybe that's why his iPhone is like a permanent appendage?  He's waiting for a call from the Mythbusters?  That would explain a lot.)

And if there are any other inquiring minds out there, it was determined that a duck's quack does indeed echo, but the echo is so similar to the quack itself that it's almost impossible to tell the difference.  Now you know!

Buzz...

Yet more evidence that spring has sprung...

My holly bushes are blooming!  They're healthy, green, and have blossoms everywhere.

The bad news about this?  BEES!!  Bumblebees, honey bees, yellow jackets, and all matter of buzzing predators.  They're EVERYWHERE.  Swarming my front door.   

So if you need a laugh?  Drive by my house sometime when I'm coming or going.  You'll find me sitting in my car for an inordinate amount of time, keeping an eye out for a break in bee activity.  Then once I feel as though it's safe, I'll slowly get out of the car, then run wildly to the front door, flailing my arms about to scare off any potential stingers, whining all the while.

The pollen can leave any day now, please.