Breakfast this morning consisted of a bowl of Fiber One cereal (it only tastes like wet cardboard the first 12 to 14 times you eat it), with non-fat milk and topped with HUGE blackberries that I got from Costco. Between the cereal and the blackberries, my best estimate is that this meal contains enough fiber to weave a tent for small family living in sub-Saharan Africa.

I would write some more espousing the awesome benefits of fiber, but I need to go. Seriously, like I need to GO.

So I was over at my friend Jane’s high-rise condo on Central last night; when we were checking out the view from the deck, not only did it feel like I lived in a CITY, but I saw this:

Can’t you just picture the train running down there and stopping to pick up all the people waiting at the station?  Who is going to join me on an inaugural ride once it opens?  I want to jump on by my house, ride to Mill Ave, have dinner and drinks and ride home.

2007-2008 NBA Champions

2007 World Series Champions

2008 Super Bowl Runner-Up

So you know how we always go through our lives hoping that we have made our parents proud of who we have become? Well, today is a little vice versa…

So my Dad moved to Kingman, Arizona a few years ago; he wanted a smaller town and a place that still cooled down at night during the summer (Phoenix USED to cool down at night but I think we have paved too much of it to have that work anymore). Anyway, there is not a lot to do in Kingman so I was pretty happy when my Dad ended up volunteering with the Kingman Police Department. Of course, being the type-A personality that he is, he can’t just volunteer; he has to be the Kingman Police Volunteer of the Year! Way to go Dad!

Here is the photo; not a big mystery which one is my Dad. It’s the girl third from the left. Kidding!

And here is the story in the paper…

So hey, not only can my Dad beat up your Dad, but mine can throw yours in the pokey after the fight.

I’M proud of YOU, Dad.  And keep in mind that any pride you take in how I turned out can be considered a product of your own efforts in being a great Dad.

Thanks.

Saw this down in Tempe; wow.

How can I NOT, with ads like this one?

Check it out halfway through with the red team; Damien nails Chris in the head. I’m glad I’m on the green team.

…here are my awards for winning the school spelling bee in both 6th and 7th grade. Don’t get excited; I lost in regionals both times. In 6th grade I lost on “irrigation” (spelled it “irrAgation”) and in 7th grade I lost on “rhinoceros” (spelled it “rhinoceroUs”). Hey, I was just a little kid!

The sad part is not that I won twice; it’s that I’ve kept these ridiculous awards for so long, though I have blocked out the years so you don’t know just HOW long…

I count at least four (not counting my being a lesbian). And what is up with “Witches”??? I thought belief in witches went out a few hundred years ago.  And “Sports Fans”?  Is someone just trying to be controversial?

I am still fascinated by sleevefacing; here are a few more awesome ones. I can’t decide whether Willie Nelson having little boobies creeps me out or turns me on a little, but I know that the ginormous Tom Jones head is something I will undoubtedly see in a future nightmare.