"My Grubby Halo"

Just thought I'd offer a little explanation as to why I cater to this line so much.

It's from Pink Floyd's "Learning to Fly," my all-time favorite song.  It is amazing.  I have loved this song since adolescence, and it's one of those that has always just hit me.

Do yourself a favor:  sit back with your eyes closed and just let this song carry you.

And that line, "my grubby halo," describes so many of us.  Big Munky calls me Angel--to my face.  But I know I'm no angel.  I have tendencies to help where I can, I have a soft spot for innocence. . .but I also have a terrible temper and little patience for ignorance and general assholes.  So, if I do have a halo, so to speak, it's tarnished and dirty.

And yeah, you say the song's about a damn pilot and his plane, it doesn't matter.  It's still my song and I love it so say it's about flying a damn plane and I will throw my shoe at your head.

Enjoy!

SUPERNATURAL POSSE

Y'all thought I'd be talkin 'bout somethin else, didn't you?

and they did

Sigh.  I love this show.

Strawberry Refrigerator Cake ROCKS!

Cake:
1 pkg strawberry cake mix
1 10oz pkg frozen sweet strawberries, thawed

Frosting:
1 box vanilla instant pudding mix
1 c milk
2 c Cool Whip, thawed

Prepare cake according to box directions, bake and cool.  Poke large holes one inch apart in cake top.  Puree frozen berries and pour over cake, let soak into the holes.

For frosting, mix pudding and milk.  Fold in Cool Whip, spread over cake.  Garnish with fresh strawberries.  Cool in fridge at least 4 hours before serving.

Freakin YUM.

This recipe courtesy of my awesome aunt-who's-really-a-second-or-third-cousin-but-I-grew-up-calling-her-Aunt-so-screw-it, Brenda Scott.

My Kids Are Nuts

and here's proof:

Tater, when her foot fell asleep from being stuck up my butt on the couch as we napped, said, "My foot feels like it belongs to someone else."

Stitch, when his sunburned face started peeling, got nose-to-nose with me and screamed, "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?!" and, when he asked if I could help him transform Starscream and I told him I didn't know how, huffed and said, "Mommy, I think you're lying to yourself."

and Princess. . . she wrote this letter to the teacher she hopes to have come August:

"Dear Ms. Rachel,
My name is Arlee and I am Anistyn's dog.  I don't no of any gud way to say this, so I'm just going 2 say it: Last nite I had an accident on Anistyn's homewurk.  It's unfortunet, but it happened and I take fullll responsibilitee four it,  I apologize.  I have a medical condition and thingz happen unexpektedly now.  Sorry.

Signed,
Arlee

P.S. By the way, I got a quik glance at it befor the incident and it lookked like excellent wurk.  Just thot you'd like to know."

Complete with doggy misspellings and a paw print beneath the signature.

Again, my kids are nuts.