Friday, March 30, 2012

"Rebel Yell" - Billy Idol

Pita & Peanut last night.
Pita: waaaa. waaaa. waaaa. [as to say, stop your whining]
Peanut:  I don't whine.  I REBEL YELL.

Freaking love my girl & my ipod playlist we listen to in the car.

Feels like it's been a while since I bored you all to tears with a BPP [bullet points post] . . . so bam [ * ] here it is.

* The Pita swears he got food poisoning from mangoes we bought at Costco [I'm pretty sure Costco is too perfect for THAT but whatever].  Food poisoning, I'm finding, is one of those illnesses you can't really help someone through.  You buy the Pepto, make a small pyramid of toilet paper readily available, go gorillas buying bananas . . . . then, seriously. . . . . leave the house for the day.

* We attended a Habitat For Humanity Charity Event over the weekend.  Which of course meant we ended up with the one item we should not have.  The Pita and I + silent auction =  . . . . this never ends well. [well for us anyway]  We are the new proud owners of a 10' guitar with all the teams on it who have played in the Tostitos Fiesta Bowl. 

Ummmmm, Yay, us?!

* Finished my run this morning to Peanut asking if she could push the "easy" button.  I said "No, that was freaking hard!"

Her reply, "Mom, it was only 17 miles!" [then I hear, "that was easy!"] I swear, no respect in this household. ;)

* I was the proud recipient of a milk out the nose shower recently.  Holy. Gross. 

Nothing like snotted up milk on your fillet to help you all the sudden feel "done" eating.  [was pretty freaking funny though].

* Is it Saturday yet?  After attending the sweet 16 games in Phoenix this past weekend . . . .

I am beyond ready to see how the final four games turn out . . .

Who are you rooting for?

My bracket . . . it's actually turning out rather nicely given Duke's crap showing. [not that I wanted them to win . . . but C'mon.  Destroyed my bracket]

* And NO.  I will pass.  I do not get sucked into the MEGA-wasted-MILLIONS lotto crap.  The Pita does though.  Gotta love a dreamer.  I do love this stat I heard this morning though:

Based on other U.S. averages, you're about 8,000 times more likely to be murdered than to win the lottery, and about 20,000 times more likely to die in a car crash than hit the lucky numbers.

The odds of winning are 1 in about 176 million.  Which are quite similar to the odds of me running outside tomorrow.

Did you buy a ticket?
If yes, how many?


Amanda said...

This post was hilarious. Happy Friday :)

XLMIC said...

Good for Peanut for smacking that button on ya ;-)

Holy Guitar!!!!

Rachelle Wardle said...

Aww you never fail at making me laugh. Love stopping by your blog. GO CARDS!!

B. Jarosz said...

Milk out the nose???
Painful, but great photos! (And was that incident followed by a rebel yell?) ;)

racing dawn said...

Is the guitar gonna go by Mr. Way?!? That is crazy awesome.

Kansas needs to lose. And then the weekend getaway is mine!! ;)

Love these posts. Beyond happy. You rock lady.

Michelle said...

Your posts just make me smile. Loving that guitar - gotta ask where you're going to put it?

Have a great weekend!!

Michelle said...

No lotto ticket here. :)
Love milk out the nose and who doesn't need a 10 foot tall guitar?
Have a good weekend!

Patrick Mahoney said...

Mary gave me $5 to buy some tickets. I bought a smoothie instead.

I heard today that you would have 30 x better chance of being the next president (keyword = next) than winning.

Christi said...

I love what Peanut said, "Rebel Yell" That is awesomeness right there!

My only concern for the tournament is that KU win the whole thing! Yes, I am a huge KU fan!

Char said...

Peanut has to learn to respect the distance. 17 miles is a long run - I bow down to your awesomeness.

MCM Mama said...

Can the guitar be played? If so, coolest thing ever LOL.

Not lottery ticket. No brackets. I'm boring.

pensive pumpkin said...

root beer float out the nose. ouch. that's all i have to say about that.

and as to the lotto? we only get a ticket because chevalier's office does a group buy and he doesn't want to be the only one who shows up to work they next day if they happen to win. which is hysterical.

Caratunk Girl said...

That guitar is hilarious!

The milk is bad. You know what is worse? Spaghetti. Shooting out of someone's nose. In a restaurant.


No. I didnt go out with him again, but it was nice that he though I was that funny...

bobbi said...

(thanks for your autism awareness post, and for pointing me towards Jeff's blog. Love ♥)

Jason said...

If I wasn't excited for November already my happiness just went through the roof for that guitar. How freaking awesome is that? Oh man, I can't wait to stare at it for days.

Milk Nostril Spray.....classic!