D'oh!

Pretty sure even my 8-year-old niece knew this, Donovan.

Accompanying article found here.

This team needs a serious freaking overhaul. They suck.

Yet we keep going back for more...

Let's Call the Whole Thing Off

I say "Christian organization," you say "Gay Hate Group."

I just read this article on Perez Hilton's blog regarding Focus on the Family announcing layoffs.

Let me just offer up a small disclaimer that I only know a tiny bit about Focus on the Family from my years of listening to the Christian radio station way back in the day, so for all I know, they may be a "gay hate group" as Perez calls them.

However, I don't think that simply acting on their beliefs about Prop 8 because of their beliefs and interpretation of the Word (many of which I likely agree with) make them a hate group.

Hate is a strong word, Perez.

I personally don't think that it should have passed, because who am I to judge the action of men (or women)? Do I condone homosexuality? No. Do I hate homosexuals because of that? Absofreakinglutely NOT.

The two are mutually exclusive. Believe it or not.

Consider this...do I condone the actions of a family member who was put in prison for several years for drugs and theft? Not in the slightest. Do I hate him? Of course not.

I subscribe to the Word of God, who considers all sins to be the same.

Strong action against what many think is a sin is not the same thing as "hate."

That just rubbed me the wrong way this morning, so I had to share.

Back later, with more better (and lighter) stuff.

Home.

That sweet little house up there was home to my Nana and Papa for 46 years. It was purchased new, as a surprise to my Nana.

Three times, they almost lost it because they couldn't afford the monthly payment of $69.50.

It was paid off with a final check of $1200, which only left them $15 in the bank. My Papa's comment when writing the check was, "I've had $15 in the bank before. But I've never owned a house until now."

My dad and my aunt grew up there.

My brothers and cousins and I used to stay there and play with the same ancient toys (kewpie dolls were in the mix, i believe) whenever our parents needed a night out alone.

My aunt got married in the backyard.

My Nana was a constant fixture in her blue recliner, covered with her Dallas Cowboys fleece blanket for as long as I can remember.

My Papa cared for my Nana in that house during the long 15 years that she was sick, until she finally passed away in December of 2007.

My dad and my aunt took care of my Papa in that house for the next 11 months, until he passed away last week.

Many Christmases, birthdays, anniversaries, and various celebrations have taken place in that house. There has been laughter and there have been tears.

And because of a blessing far greater than I am still able to comprehend even a week later...my husband and I will continue to make memories in that house.

My father and my aunt, the executors of my Papa's estate, have offered the house to us for a minimal payment each month to cover taxes, insurance, and general upkeep and maintenance.

We will build our first home in this house. We may even have our first child.

I'm truly touched, blessed, and honored that we have been given such a gift -- to continue the legacy of this house, this home.

God never ceases to amaze me.

I give up.

I want to read the book.

I've seriously been avoiding this craze like the plague, just as I did the Harry Potter craze years and years ago. I'm nothing if not going against what is trendy or popular, so when everyone started into the Robert Pattinson as Edward Cullen craze, I backed off and said "No, thanks." I'll catch up later, right?

Well the only thing is, I have some friends, whose opinions and intelligence I greatly respect, who swear by the addictiveness (is that a word) of these books and the entertainment value of them. And now, there's a movie coming out in a few weeks based on Book 1, and as I'm ALWAYS one to read the book first (both because I hate spoilers and because the book is almost always better anyway), I must get my hands on a copy.

So hear I am, less than 2 weeks from the opening of the movie, begging my friends for a copy.

I never wanted it to be this way. Because you see, there is another problem....

It frightens me how easily the dormant screaming 13-year-old girl inside me rears her ugly head about pretty little things such as these:

Yum, right?

Nundies!

Just what every girl needs! Forget wearing uncomfortable thongs simply to avoid an embarrassing panty line! Just pick up some Nundies, and you're all set! They adhere to the inseam of your pants and are disposable!

What will they think of next??

A Giant disappointment

photo from Yahoo! sports

I love that Andy Reid is quite obviously saying "WTF?!" in this picture. Because I felt the exact same way after the Giants successfully challenged a flag for an illegal pass made by Eli Manning in the 3rd quarter of last night's game.

Dude. He was over the line.

Normally, I do not like to blame the outcome of a game on a blown call, because then it just looks like sour grapes. But seriously...even the announcers were on my side last night. It was a bad call. And it gave the Giants a touchdown that could've easily been the game-winner for them.

Now, I pride myself on being enough of an Eagles fan to say that there's a great possibility that, even had that call stood the way it was on the field, the Eagles probably still would've struggled and possibly even lost the game anyway.

But it makes one wonder.

Alas, the NFC east rivalry game was everything everyone thought it would be. Including those of us in the OperaHaus. We're never surprised to be disappointed. It comes with the territory. But, at least we expect it. We expect them to fail, so in that regard, they never let us down.

A friend of mine last night discovered that we liked the Eagles, and her comment was, "I don't even think people who like the Eagles actually like the Eagles, do they?" Too true...too true.

A lot of people give us a hard time about this, but I just say we're realistic. Nobody can snatch defeat from the jaws of victory quite like our Philadelphia Eagles. And at least we're honest when our team sucks, and we expect more from them (like, oh I don't know....touchdowns from the red zone occasionally). Whereas Tony Romo could light an orphanage on fire, and yet still Dallas fans would find a way to rationalize that those orphans had it comin' to them.

Somebody's gotta stop these Giants though. Perhaps the Ravens feel up to it?

Ugh...I've got a bad feeling about this. But, that's par for the course.

Gone from my Sight

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and startsfor the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speckof white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.



Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!"



"Gone where?"



Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,hull and spar as she was when she left my side.And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.



Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone!" There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voicesready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"



And that is dying..



--Henry Van Dyke

I'll miss you, Papa.