Guess what. No, no, you’ll never get it. I’ll just go ahead and tell you. I’m about to fire up a blog post merely to tell you that you need to go look at Amoretti. See? Told you you’d be shocked at me acting that out of character.
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You know, sometimes I feel like things happen to us that really are too ridiculous to be true. Like maybe we, for whatever bizarre reason, magnetically attract “incidents.”
Ben had to go to Minneapolis for a couple days. He had to be at the airport in Spokane by 5:00 am this morning. Spokane is an hour and a half away. So, rather than me driving him up at 3:30 am, we decided to go up to Spokane last night, stay the night in a hotel near the airport, then I would drop him off at 5:00 and drive home – with plenty of time to get the kids ready and out the door to school. Are you with me on this? I don’t see anything outlandish in this plan. We weren’t really being reckless, or taking crazy risks. We were staying in the Ramada Inn in Spokane for heaven’s sakes, and Papa and Nana were babysitting the kids.
The first sign that things weren’t going to be wholly swell was when I went to turn back the crackly polyester bedspread and found a hair on my pillow. Pretty sick, but I told myself that I was feeling hyper-sensitive because of the noticeably weird smell in the room, that I was probably being ridiculous, and that it was most likely one of my own hairs that had somehow drifted down onto the pillow as Continue reading ‘Ants in the pants’
So I’m just going to have to be the tacky one who bumps the pictures of Marisol down the page. Especially tacky since I have nothing of huge importance to say, and it can basically be summed up as, “Hey everyone! Stop looking at the baby and go look at my blog!” But there’s a new Purse up, so you’re going to need to trot along and enter for it.
And now, having gotten that off my chest, I’d like to deliver myself of my candid opinion of People Who Play Soccer. (Ok, just joking. But I’ll have to think up something to spout off about next, because there’s no denying that that was quite an amusing little explosion I sparked off!)
This post, I have to say, is very random and entirely unprovoked. And not only that, I’m about to cut loose and be extremely dogmatic about things that are entirely outside the realm of my personal expertise. (I like putting it that way, because it makes it sound as though I actually have a realm of personal expertise tucked away somewhere.)
Having issued fair warning, I would now like to give my candid, personal opinion of Canterbury Cathedral. (Told you this was random.) And if you have strong personal affection for the highly liturgical version of the Anglican Church, then I would suggest you stop reading right now. Before I haul up my socks and get too rude, however, I should give a brief summary of the good points about Canterbury:
Historical interest: Five Stars
There you go. Now for my opinion. Since I know nothing whatever about the actual architectural finer points of that building, and I’m sure there are many because you can’t have a ceiling that tall without it being architecturally impressive, I am going to assess it purely from a feng-shui-style perspective. (Notice I said “feng-shui-style” because feng-shui is also something I know nothing about.) But if I believed in Karma, Canterbury is wallowing in a sea of the BAD kind. If I thought that buildings emitted an energy, Canterbury’s energy is way out of touch with the straight and narrow. If I thought that Continue reading ‘Time to Spout Off’
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