So.
Does anyone know the best way to stop the 400,000 gallons of suds coming out of my dishwasher due to James putting in dishwashing soap instead of dishwasher detergent?
Help.
My Big Fat Scottish Hairdo…
September 9, 2007 By 18 Comments
I told a bloggity friend of mine who lives in Idaho that I was going to be going up to Spudland to have my hair done. This was her reply:
Are.you.insane?
Maybe. Let me explain.
I haven’t been to my stylist in 6 months to save money for my trip. I have felt scabbier and scabbier, but I know it will be worth it when I’m actually walking on Celtic soil. Since I didn’t want to totally frighten everyone, I knew that I had to have something done to my hair before I leave.
My lovely friend, Mary Ellen has a daughter (Davian) who just so happens to be a hair stylist. She would give me a big price break and Mary Ellen would split gas with me and get her hair done, too. My friend, Erin decided to have her hair done as well, since she lived in the vicinity. That vicinity is Idaho.
Since Jonathan wanted Christopher to go with him on “Father and Son” activities and James was with his father, we decided to make a day of it. I haven’t seen Erin in forever, and she’s one of my oldest friends. We met on the Big Toy in when I was in the 2nd grade, and she was in the 3rd. When I skipped 3rd grade, we ended up having 4th grade together. Cool.
I love Erin. Who wouldn’t love someone who flies the Scottish flag and owns a can of “Dharma Initiative” Chili???
I told her that totally think that she should just have her garage door spray painted with the flag of Scotland like in “My Big Fat Greek Wedding”. Hey, she lives in Idaho. She could totally get away with it.
It was a good thing that we decided to do this. We.looked.terrible.
It was decided that red is a good color for me. Since I’ve been pretty muted lately, we went really bold. I figure that this way it will be easier for Michelle to find me if I get lost in the crowds of Trafalgar Square. :) 
It was a very long day (On no sleep for me) but hey, Erin had a totally comfy couch, so I was good sleeping while everyone else was finished. 
I think everyone turned out great. Davian did a super job. If you’re in the Idaho Falls area and want her info, just let me know.
Gotta motor. Packing to do!!!
“Say My Name!” Giveaway Winner!
August 31, 2007 By 33 Comments
Time to announce the new name of my chicken and the winner of my amazon.com giveaway.
Remember that movie, “The Never Ending Story”? Where the dorky little kid is reading a book about an enchanted world being destroyed by “The Great Nothing”? All that’s needed to stop it is to give the Princess in the ivory tower a new name. “My mother had the most WONDERFUL name!“, said dorky kid, Sebastian. (And we ALL knew that the Princess was going to get the mom’s WONDERFUL name as her new name.)
But, what WAS the name? Dunno!
So, you watch, and watch until the very end when Sebastian clues in that the Princess is talking to HIM through the book and he throws open the window and screams the new name into the wind and that name is….”MA-BLAH-BLAH-SOMETHING-SOMETHING-BLAH”!!!!!!
WTF?!
I just watched this movie for two plus freaking hours, waiting and wondering what Sebastian’s mother’s name is and you totally can’t understand it? WHAT A GYP! I was pretty peeved about it and remained so throughout puberty and beyond. (I tend to hold on to bitterness. It’s a curse.)
Years later, I watched the whole movie again with Closed Captioning, JUST so I could see the name at the end typed out, since I obviously sucked at interpreting thunder-drenched babble. Sebastian throws open the window and yells out her name and THIS is what is written
“Yelling NAME INTO THE WIND AND THUNDER”.
Yup. You guessed it. Still bitter.
To put you out of your misery, I am going to get on with this whole “What is the chicken’s new name?” business. I would love to fight the cliche and NOT say it, but DANG! This was tough.
To be honest, I was totally hoping someone would come up with “Neville”. I don’t know why. Alas, no one did, but there were many that I liked just as much.
Things that must get recognition:
“Best Trackback Title”: JESSIE for ” My friend is a whore…Traffic whore that is”
“Biggest Laugh That Caused Snorting and Damn Near Caused Peeing!” : DAVIE aka “Photoshop Dave” who not only had me dying with his inside jokes, but he also came up with THIS fabulous creation: 
(Would it be too obsessive and weird to make my chicken this pullover? Wait, don’t answer that.)
Next:
Honorable Mentions
(In no particular order)
OCCIDENTAL GIRL: “CLIVE”
SPARKLIE SUNSHINE:” EDGAR”
CRAIG: “CORNILIUS”
MICHELLE- “RANDALL”
CRICKET: “RUFUS”
I bounced back and forth for a very long time on them all but after 4.5 hours, I have it! The chicken’s new name is:
“MA-BLAH-BLAH-SOMETHING-SOMETHING-BLAH!!!!”
Kidding.
There are two winners today, folks!!!!
I finally picked a first name winner, but the name seemed incomplete. Since it wasn’t a link back entry I had a bit more money to play with. I’m known to be a bit free-spirited and rule-bendy, so I created a 2nd place winner ($10.00 gift certificate) and gave the chicken a last name as well. It’s perfect! Perfect for me, anyway. Some of you will probably want to throw things at me and think I’m way off base, but that’s ok. As I said, I understand bitterness.
The chicken’s full name is:
Hector A. MacCluck
I liked Hector. It fit his beady eyes, solitary nature and quirky, mismatched socks. But “Hector Chicken” just wasn’t enough. I liked “Angus MacCluck” because when DON’T I go for the Scottish? But “Angus” wasn’t quite right. “Hector A. MacCluck”, though?” PERFECT!
Congratulations to first place winner: ERIC (Linking to his girlfriend’s blog) for his contribution of “Hector”
And to second place winner: Macpipergirl (Who thinks her blog sucks so she never puts her damn url on here) for her contribution of “Angus McCluck”.
(Make sure to confirm your emails in the comments so I can get in touch about your certificates.)
I had so much fun doing this and there was such great response that I will have to do it again with a much more significant prize (aka-When I’m not about to leave on a trip to Europe and therefore saving every penny I have.).
Thanks for playing.
