Not surprisingly, I’d be in ravenclaw.

Which Hogwarts house will you be sorted into?

Other than that, just trying to stay cool with ceiling fans (it is really warm here right now, especially in this house) and reading about constructing plot.

In other words, just another Tuesday!

Of course I turn to the internet.

I found a list of writing prompts and even though I don’t know the person/machine that generated this one, they clearly know me, and my mother.

…..5 quirks I like about my mother…..

Oh Mawtha, this is going to be fun.

1. Her proclivity for pluralizing. Example- as kids she would ask us to clean our rooms and when it wasn’t done she would come and point out things that we had missed. For this example let’s imagine that there is a hanger in the floor, a shirt hanging on a chair, and a book in the floor. My mom’s reaction would be to say “There are hangers everywhere! Shirts on every chair in here! Books all over the place!”

She has done this for as long I’ve known her and it has never ceased to be funny. I would not suggest laughing while she’s mad though, it never helps the situation.

2. When talking to her, she will mimic your facial expressions. It is especially hysterical when you are telling a funny or sad story.

3.  She always tried to not let us see her laughing at us by hiding behind a napkin. Because  it is perfectly normal dinner table behavior to cover one’s face with a napkin and shake while occasionally letting a snort escape. Totally fooled us.

4. Her overreactions to little things are a sight to behold. Example- she and my sister flew into Atlanta to visit Georgia Tech back when my sister was considering grad school. I went up there to pick them up and we were going to go to the CNN Museum before we headed down south.  I pulled into the parking lot and as is custom with many pay lots, I rolled my window down to grap the ticket thingie. I don’t think to roll my window back up until we park. Now it is summer time in Georgia, so it was a wee bit hot, but but Mawtha’s reaction to this was a little bit extreme. She turned, noticed the open window, and in the most aghast voice possible goes, “WHY IS THE WINDOW OPEN?”. I would not expect her tone to be any different than if I had just murdered my baby sister right in front of her eyes. This open window? Treason of the highest order.

5. No matter how old we get, she never stops being our mom. One day I was standing in their kitchen eating something, and got a drip on my shirt. With cat like reflexes, my mom leaps across the kitchen, grabs a wet cloth, and starts cleaning my shirt. All while I stand there rather stunned that at 32 years old, my mom was cleaning me. Or when we were standing in line at something at their church and one of my sibling’s old teachers came by and asked how said sibling was doing. My mom feels the need to step in, “She’s GREAT! She’s doing this and that and oh and this and she’s just great!” My mom- a cheerleader to the end.

So there you have it- 5 quirks I like about my mother.

Good times.

-I think Ginger realizes how old she is getting (she’s 9 this month) because she seems to be getting into that old people/dog thing where she’s not taking anything for granted. She   has started acting like she has never and will never see me again every single time I leave the house or she goes outside. Even if it’s only for a minute. It’s insane.

- With the success of Downton Abbey, I wonder how many people at PBS are quoting “A Mighty Wind” these days. I imagine many a Lars Olfen impression has been made. I can’t even remember a time when so many people were talking about a show on PBS.

-I wonder how many apps from the “productivity” category I have to download before they start working. Let it be known- 37? Isn’t getting the job done.

- MrBunny watches way too many shows like “When women attack” and “You wife dreams of hatchet murdering your in your sleep”. I’m beginning to wonder if this is an outward expression of an internal fear or an exhibition of how little he pays attention to what is on the tv when he is working.

- I have a countdown set up on my phone to January 13th when Beauty and the Beast returns to theatres. I have a feeling I won’t be the only 30something woman in there squealing like a school girl when the “camera” (seriously what do you call it with animation?) flys up to the castle with that ol’ familiar piano opening.  For who could ever learn to love a beast?

- I need to get a shelf in my office so that when I get tired of looking at my screenplay that isn’t writing itself, I can see my Lego Hogwarts Castle and smile. It’s the little things in life. Or in this case, it’s the 1200 little bricks in life.

- Speaking of a screenplay, it isn’t writing itself so I need to get back to it. Until next time!

In addition to the people you know and follow, you can follow anyone on the site. You can choose to follow all their boards, or just pick and choose what interests you.

Because of this, I follow a lot of people who I share interests with, but most of the time we have just that one or two interests in common.

Enter THAT WOMAN.

That’s what I call her.

You see, THAT WOMAN and I are pretty much the same person, at least as far as Pinterest is concerned. I first started following her because I searched for Crimson Tide pins and she showed up. Next thing I know, she’s posting gardening stuff, and star wars stuff, and things about tv shows I love, and legos, and more Tide, and various other geeky things, and things I would love to eat, and pretty much everything else in the world that I love.

This situation has had me questioning the new etiquette involved in the social media/always connected with at times perfect strangers world we live in today.

Is it appropriate to approach this woman? How do I go about it? Is it at all acceptable to ask this woman to move in with me and perhaps entertain me? How does that whole sister wives thing work? How do you figure out if someone would be okay with a sister wife kind of relationship? Can I hire her to cook all those wonderful things she pins? Or construct the truly incredible lego village she pinned at three in the morning the other day (OH MY GOD SHE IS ALSO A NIGHT OWL!) that would look amazing in my office next to my Lego Hogwarts Castle (a Christmas gift from MrBunny that I adore).

Would that be coming on too strong? Would it be like when I made a cross-stitch of Nancy Lopez’s face and she then tried to kill me?

I don’t know if I can suffer a heartbreak like that again.

Maybe I’ll just admire her from afar.

And dream of the day we walk into Bryant-Denny holding hands, at sunset, on gameday, eating nutella pinwheels, discussing the best time to plant broccoli in this climate, and comparing plans for our lifesize Lego homes.

Oh to dream…

I realize that there is no one who is amused by this nearly as much as I am but whatever, I  find it hysterical. How else would I know about the South Koreans? That is important information to have my friends. Very, very important.

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Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Syndey Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 17,000 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 6 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

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That and I’ve been playing with my camera trying to figure out settings so there are plenty of them to share.

Ginger-

at the cabin we rented a couple of months ago

and then getting in my face while I was taking pictures. She loves being in the middle of the action.

Bronco-

acting a little pathetic. Because being outside in 70 degree weather is just awful.

This is not a good picture at all but it makes me laugh. He just looks so serious.

A good picture.

Ninja-

Just chilling. Every picture I take of her is basically her laying down, half asleep or it’s just a blur.

This is a rare exception. I probably said the t word (treat) and somehow got this picture before she launched herself at my face (yea that is her rational response to the t word, like my face is the treat or something).

I’d like to say I have a picture of all three that is at all decent, but I don’t.

That’s as close as it gets. It’s from our recent camping trip. They look cramped but believe it or not, they love sharing that crate. They each have their own but like to cram all together instead.

Strange.

Today I decided upon the “homemade chocolate syrup” found here… http://pinterest.com/pin/23010648065747861/

I love chocolate syrup. Who doesn’t love chocolate syrup?

I like to make chocolate milk. Again, who doesn’t like to make chocolate milk?

I was in the mood for chocolate milk this afternoon and realized I didn’t have any chocolate syrup.

:cue the empathetic crying from the crowd:

So I looked to pinterest and found exactly what I was looking for.

It was really easy!

Sugar, cocoa powder, a bit of salt, water, and some vanilla- things I already had in my cabinets. I love it when it works out like that!

Mixed the cocoa and sugar together, added the water, mixed (actually this was the most difficult part- use a larger pot than you think you’ll need other wise each time you go to mix the cocoa powder will *poof* everywhere, very annoying) it up and set to boil.

After it reaches a boil you simmer for five minutes, remove from heat from five minutes, add vanilla, and then put in a container.

Seriously, it would have taken me longer to run to publix to buy chocolate syrup than it did to make it.

How does it taste? Pretty damn close actually. It’s sugar instead of corn syrup so it has that different taste but I love it.

Just had a glass of chocolate milk and it was rather satisfying if I do say so myself.

Score 1 for Pinterest!

My baby sister has decided to join the world of blogging.

In typical youngest child fashion she loves to be the center of attention, so mosey on over there and check it out.

If you decide to comment, be nice. Or else I will hunt you down and break your kneecaps.

Bronco was born and lived life before us with his parents and siblings and a loving human family. I went and picked him up and he was just as happy and warm and fed and cared for as a little dog could be.

He came home and had a glorious existence. Every toy he could ever hope for, a full dinner bowl every night with fresh water at his constant disposal.
The only blemish on his life’s perfect complexion would be Ginger. It’s not so much that he has a problem with Ginger but more like Ginger has a problem with him. Then again it’s not so much that Ginger has a problem with him but more like she tolerates him.
Given Bronco’s desperate need to have every man, woman, child, and animal love him, this shunning hit him hard. He has done everything that he knows to do to attempt to win her over. Everyday he wakes up and tries his best to endear himself to her. To no avail.
After a few years of constant battle, Bronco received the best gift ever.
Ninja.
To say that Ninja is the best thing that ever happened to Bronco would be an understand of the century.
Those two are inseparable. It is a rare occasion that you see one without the other. They spend all day playing and fighting with each other. When they sleep, they have to be touching.

If Bronco were human he would be your stereotypical pothead surfer. Nothing fazes him. He always wants to eat. He has such a laid back attitude that sometimes I wonder if he would move at all if Ninja weren’t around.
He could also be described as the canine version of a trustifarian. Dog has never had occasion to want for anything. My dog has the potential to be the most obnoxious spoiled brat (canine version) but luckily I saw the storm brewing and headed that off the pass.
The last thing anyone needs is a 90 pound black lab with an entitlement complex.