What would ever possess someone to inspire them to have 1900 body piercings? I’m sorry, but that is just wrong on so many levels…

Guess what I’m watching?!? Jesus Christ Superstar! I would call it a guilty pleasure, but it just seems wrong to call a movie about Jesus a guilty pleasure.

What’s the buzz … tell me whatsa happenin’…

Yeah, I’m going to sing along with every song that I know. And maybe by the end I’ll know a few more… Now I just need a copy of Godspell! Day by Day… Day by Day…

UPDATE: Mike made an emergency Godspell run up to Blockbuster for me, but no luck. *sigh* No DVDs or videos of it. I wonder where I can find a copy.

I have invites to give away. If you have commented here before (on other posts), and you need one - tell me why and where to send it to. Or heck, just leave a comment. You guys never leave comments anymore, and it’s getting really lonely around here. Considering I leave comments on every blog I read … well, there should be some noise here!

Ok, back to the original point … need Gmail? Let me know.

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I received this via e-mail yesterday. I don’t know if someone really wrote this letter to Bertha or not, or if the author was really 83, or if someone just made up a fantastic letter with a lot of good advice and passed it on. None of that really matters though, because it all seems to hold pretty true. Just thought I would pass it on - it gave me something to think about.

This was written by an 83 year old…The last line says it all.

Dear Bertha,

I’m reading more and dusting less. I’m sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I’m spending more time with my family and friends and less time working. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I’m trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them..

I’m not “saving” anything; we use our good China and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.

I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries..

I’m not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.

“Someday” and “one of these days” are losing their grip on my vocabulary; if it’s worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now.

I’m not sure what others would’ve done had they known they wouldn’t be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted.

I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles.

I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was.

I’m guessing; I’ll never know.

It’s those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn’t written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn’t tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I’m trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives.

And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.

I don’t believe in miracles. I rely on them.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.

For days, maybe even weeks, all I have wanted to do is sleep. I can get 10-12 hours of sleep a night, and I still want more sleep.

Today, I’ve discussed with almost everyone I’ve talked to my dilemna with this sleep issue.

Normally, I would think that I might be depressed. I mean, really - who sleeps 12+ hours a day? I know for a fact that I’m not pregnant. It’s not like I just want to climb in bed because I have nothing else to do - it’s a matter of being purely exhausted and needing sleep. Yesterday after running errands, I felt like I was going to collapse if I didn’t take a nap. An hour later, I felt much better. I tried to blame it on Mike’s snoring, but since we set up the hepa filter system in the bedroom, he has stopped. I still think my bizarre dreams for the past two weeks were due to him preventing me from getting deep sleep.

Thing is, I don’t feel depressed at all. In reality, when I’m awake I feel quite spunky and happy. Of course, sleeping 12 hours a day sort of keeps you from getting things done, but other than that - no issues. Just a strong desire to sleep.

I’ve decided to blame it on Emily. She bragged about her 800 thread count sheets, and so we decided we simply had to have some too. After a few wedding gift returns and a Bed, Bath & Beyond coupon, we bought them about a month ago. They are FABULOUS. Absolutely fantastic. I have never slept on sheets that are so wonderful. Now I just want to sleep all the time. So I’m quite sure that it is the sheets.

Except for tonight. I guess all that sleep has finally caught up with me. It’s 4:00 am and I’m wide, WIDE awake. I’m going to make Jason’s lunch and read my book. Maybe that will help this time; it didn’t help when I tried it an hour ago.

Now that I want to sleep and I know I should be sleeping, I just can’t do it. After all of my talk today about my constant desire to sleep, I’m wide awake. How’s that for irony?

Man Gets Jail Time For Playing Porn In Car

SCHENECTADY, N.Y. — A New York judge is putting the brakes on one man’s porn-to-go.

Andre Gainey has been ordered to spend three weekends in jail. He was busted in February after police noticed there was a porno movie playing on the DVD system in his Mercedes.

Officers say they could see the X-rated video when they pulled up behind Gainey at an intersection.

Police said the movie was playing on screens set into the passenger-side sun visor and the car’s headrests.

Gainey was sentenced Friday, after pleading guilty to a misdemeanor — public display of sexual material.

I can’t help but laugh every time I read this article. I mean, really - who drives with porn playing in the background? I mean, what if the porn … well, you know. Has an effect on you? What do you do? Hopefully nothing, right? I mean, ewwwwww…

By the way, when you see the Texas Delegates Arriving In NYC For RNC wearing those crazy-ass outfits, including custom-made cowboy boots with (*shivver*) “Bush 2004″ embroidered on them, please know that we do NOT dress like that in Texas. Ever. I just wanted to clear that up before anyone got the wrong idea.

Last night I watched the closing ceremonies, and throughout they played clips of the memorable moments in Athens. I have a confession … it made me teary-eyed. Yep, there is no point in denying it - I’m a big-time Olympic sap.

I feel better for confessing it.

I returned the busted up table to Office Max today. For some reason, the manager decided to be amusing and make some joke about how he thought I stole it because they had one missing at their last inventory. What is UP with service people thinking that their stupid jokes like that are even amusing? I’m seriously considering calling corporate tomorrow to complain. Hello? Yeah, I stole an 8 foot long table in a box. Just snuck out of the store with it. No one noticed, except your employee that helped load it in to my car.

They asked me if I wanted to exchange it, and after I laughed I said no. I had another plan already.

I called Office Depot to see if they had them in stock. They did, and they were $10 less expensive. So after we made the return at Office Max, I went to Office Depot and purchased another table - in a box in pristine condition. It’s all set up now, just waiting for future crafty goodness.

I’m working on organizing all of my crafty things. I want them all together, once and for all. Easy to find, easy to use. I figure that I’m more likely to use crafty things if I can find them, right?

I went to Office Max today to pick up a nice new table for my crafting room after a long hunt to find the type of table I wanted. Stuffed it in my car, and drove home. It was pouring down rain when I got home, so we left it in the car for awhile, waiting for the rain to let up.

We just went outside to get the table, carrying it in to the house. When we reached the back door, Mike brought it in the house and I went back to shut the garage door. When I walked back in the house, Mike asked, “Are you ok with these corners?” He pulled back the open edge of the box - the part that I never saw when the sales clerk at Office Max put it in my car - to see that the corners are completely mangled. They are all but missing! The trim is there, but then the table itself is missing! Gah!

Now I either get to stuff it back in the Honda or I need to find someone with a truck that can help me take it back over there tomorrow. I can’t even express how annoyed I am. Yeah, I really wanted a table that was all busted up. Thanks.

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When I started watching Two and a Half Men last fall, I got hooked on something other than the show. I got hooked on the Chuck Lorre Vanity Cards at the very end. For just a flash, there is a screen full of text. Thanks to TiVo, I could pause the screen and read the cards, some of which are pretty hysterical.

I love the Chuck Lorre Vanity Cards.

Last night, I turned on the TV just as Dharma & Greg ended. Out of the corner of my eye - poof! - I spotted the vanity card. I had no idea that he did other cards! Immediately, I hit the rewind button and then paused it - allowing me to read Vanity Card #5.

Wow! Number 5! The ones I have seen before have always been close to 100, so #5? I felt like … well, like I had discovered something fantastic. Yeah, how cheesy is that? But still. It was like finding a small gem.

Suddenly, Mike announced that you can read all of the Chuck Lorre Vanity Cards online. What?!? That’s just … so wrong! No more pausing the TiVo? No more squinting at the small fuzzy text on the TV? Nothing? Gone? Just like that. Gone.

I feel like my bubble has been burst.

I’m not the only one that has been reading the vanity cards on TV, after the show, like they are meant to be read. Am I?

Note to self: Call Crest. Ask profound questions. Get answers.

(That translates in to saying that I need to remember to call Crest. I’m curious to find out if there are corn derivatives in their toothpaste, since Jason is allergic to corn.)