Happy Monday! Twenty-one days til the release of There You'll Find Me, the story of Finley, from Save the Date. And right now it's less than HALF price at Amazon. It would make a great Halloween gift for that special person in your life who can't participate in trick-or-treating festivities. Grandma doesn't need to eat that Laffy Taffy and caramel corn anyway. You know what that does to her dentures.
Well, I said I wouldn't be dwelling on 9-11, and I'm not, but there are three things that have caught my attention the last few days. Give it a quick peek, then wash it down with some funny, brought to you by various people I have totally ripped off of Twitter.
One photo that captures a nation's still-raw sorrow.
One photo that captures why I love my state.
And one video of brilliance. In a State Farm commercial of all things.
I love that commercial. Spike Lee, you are good folk.
Okay, let us move on.
Hand-crafted items are making quite the comeback. But yet a crafter still gots ta'keep it real.
It is the this portion of the blog in which I steal Tweets from people far more clever than I and display them here as if I have the right to do so. (Thanks to Ashley C., Sydney, Sydney, Abby Leigh, Jocelyn, Karley, Gab, Robin O. Bryant, Susan E. Phillips, Chick Lit Teens, Evangeline Denmark, James Scott Bell, Novel Doctor, Steven Furtick, Brad Paisley, Jim Gaffigan, and MoRocca. You can find them all on Twitter. Follow them and experience the funny yourself.)
Irene downgraded to a Tropical Spritz #HurricaneIrene
Doppler? I barely know her! #IrenePickupLines
If you were worried about being first to get peanut butter on your shirt this morning, don't be.
When convertibles tail me on the interstate I spray my windshield wiping fluid so they get a little shower as a reward.
I'm totally prepared to work in the prison ministry this week. In Kindergarten, my class took a field trip to the County Jail.
If you want to know what it’s like to have a 4th kid. Just image you are drowning and someone hands you a 4th kid.
Kid I am babysitting “I know how to read. I can even read the Taco Bell sign.” Well that's a sign of pure genius.
Mom's making me watch Miss USA, and all of the contestants look identical. How can you tell plastic apart from plastic? #creepybarbies
Just saw on yahoo that Charlie is coming back to TV. Just when we thought we'd Sheen enough…
Things you should have when getting a massage: clean underwear & a method of payment. #1outof2aintbad
If we are what we eat than I'd like a skinny person for lunch. #thanks
Just attended my first college sponsored dance of the year. Needless to say, no one left room for the Holy Spirit.
Sometimes I hug my pillow and imagine it's you but without a skeletal system and that freaks me out so I stop.
This is a first. A Playboy model just tweeted me a theological criticism of my tweet on criticism.
Went to Zumba. Flailed like a tazered ostrich.
Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand – Kurt Vonnegut
Real text from my mom: “What r do something” #ParentsAndTechnology
I had a dream about you last night. I wanted to dream about Jason Bateman, so I'm kind of annoyed with you at the moment.
ROR- Raff Out Roud
I feel really loved when my mom has to ask me what year I was born. I feel like that's something she should know.
My love of napping is borderline inspirational.
Just ignored a friend request on fb. The girl was from Gassville, Arkansas. Who knew that place even existed?
Just saw one of those women who looks like she's having a maybe. You know what I mean.
Why, Beans, why?! You must of had your better days on Even Stevens lockerz.com/s/133803196
You would think that my parents would appreciate the fact that I'm a Potterhead rather than a Pothead. You would think.
Have a great week!
Oh, Jenny, we need your humor on FaceBook! Those of us who refuse to get a twitter would love to wake up every morning and see a funny little post that will brighten our day. Think about it! Please!