Random Things

People will occasionally put random things about themselves on their blog. I've been wanting to do this for some time, but it seems that I always have something else to say. But right now I'm babysitting (or am I?) at my friend Darcy's house while she is out shopping at Forever 21. See, I'm not the only one. My girls and her girls are watching Casper and I don't want to so I'm keepig myself busy on the computer. Here are some of my random things:

*I'm registered as a Republican but I would actually vote for ANYONE who would actually get something done.

*I drive a suburban but would rather be driving a Toyota Sienna minivan

*I love to organize things--and love to organize other people's things

*I change my hair style about every 3 months or so

*I have a good group of girl friends that are all different yet so similar--I've never had that many girlfriends that all got along in my life

*I've never lived anywhere but Arizona and I'm pissed about it

*I think that personalized license plates should be obvious, and if they are not then one should have to add a bumper sticker to explain the license plate

*I used to frequent gay dance clubs(crow bar anyone?) because I love to dance, the music was great, and I didn't have to worry about getting groped by drunk creeps

*I'm good at basketball, volleyball and softball and was a total sporto in high school

*I have weird food issues. Like I have to have chips or something crunchy with a sandwich or I won't eat it. I have to make sure that I have equal portions of each item on my dinner plate so that my last bite will have one bit of each item. I have to eat dill pickle chips and chocolate milk when I eat grilled cheese. I eat sandwiches straight across like a typewriter and if someone takes a bite of it in the middle then I don't want to eat it anymore. Same kind of thing goes with Frito Lay's Bean dip. I have to skim the stuff across eating at an even layer. If someone dips a gouge in it then it makes me want to throw it away. Usually if someone does that then I call them a foul name and uninvite them from sharing my dip.

*I grew up in the small town of Heber Arizona and ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT. For some reason most people find it hard to believe I grew up in a small town.

*I was raised to be very respectful to adults. My father is from the South and he taught us to say Yes ma'am and yes sir.

*I have never said "no" to my mom. Honestly. We weren't aloud to--it was disrespectful and I feared a smack or something. If she asked us to do something you did it--because she is the boss. I would hear my friend's mothers ask them to do something and they would say No and I would cringe and wait for a smack, and they got nothing. Even then when I was young I thought they were being disrespectful. Funny thing is that my mom never hit me and is actually the most patient person I know.

*I think there should be more moms like my mom. I'm trying to be a mom like my mom

*I'm one of the few people out there who think that I'm not screwed up. In fact I don't think many of us are, we were just taught in the media and in college that everyone is disfunctional and that our parents are to blame. For real--we're all fine (minus some of you that legitimately have screwed up parents) we have jobs, are productive citizens and can keep stable friend and spousal relationsips.

*I hate when people whine. My kids aren't allowed to do it and if any of you are ever babysitting them and they whine make them change their tone--because that doesn't fly

*I have much more to say but think that this post is long enough

My own worst enemy

So I was listening to this Pink song on the radio "Don't let me get me" (it's the song that is playing if this is a fresh post). The lyrics of the song say:

"I'm my own worst enemy"

Since it was early in the morning and my mind was clear and not thinking of something else random, I thought . . . am I my own worst enemy? The answer to which is NO. But I have a few friends who are their own worst enemy.

A little fact about me: It is well known among my friends that I have an abnormally high self esteem. Basically I think I'm the shiz-nit. Not an arrogant shiz-nit. Just a well balanced and super confident shiz-nit. I have a good body image even though my post 3 baby body probably should be more based in reality. It's just something I've always had. Someday when I'm all sappy and caring I'll let you all know why my self-esteem is so high. I don't care to now because it will misdirect my point which is:

Are you your own worst enemy?

Think about these questions:

When you try something on do you think to yourself--man I look fat, my thighs are huge, my butt is mis-shaped etc. etc.?

Do you look in the mirror and see dark circles and think that you look horrible and tell yourself negative things?

Do you think that you are lazy and stupid etc. etc?

Think about it--what is your self talk? Is it something that a enemy would say about you or something a friend would say about you?

Because I look in the mirror and I see all those things like--my gut is too big and mis shaped--then I think--well hell yah it is I had three babies and then I start to admire myself for doing such a noble thing

I see dark circles and wrinkles around my eyes and I think--whoa I should do something about that. But then I think that it shows character and realize that for every wrinkle around my eye I have--it was caused by laughter that came from my family or my friends. Bring on more wrinkles

So I think I'm my own best friend. What do you think--are you your own worst enemy? If so, then you need to do something about that--only self talk things that your best friend would say about you.

Best friends are honest--but they are nice about it

So stop being a jerk to yourself if you are doing so.

Red's Artistic Talent

I pulled this paper out of Red's Kindergarten folder today.

My reaction:

WHAT??????????????

ME: Red did you show this to your teacher?

Red: Yes

ME: (Horrified but laughing) I love it.

Red: Yes it's a . . . . .


What do you think it is? I didn't see it at first--I only saw the top half and was a bit shocked (my children have a weird fascination with boobs. We have many a boob story)

What do you think Red said it was?

Photo Booth Tuesday

I initially took this picture to show off her black eye. That's what you get at this house for disobeying--even if you're only one. But then it turns out that Baby Kiz wanted to show off her new found fun. One can suck on a thumb and pick her nose AT THE SAME TIME. Now if she could throw in scratching her butt--that would be talent.

Oh--as for the eye--she pulled a chair down on it. Then later she fell off a stool and made her mouth bleed.

And yes I posted this on Tuesday. I made it with 9 minutes to spare.

Funny REad

Hy went to bed at 8:00. Poor guy--he's been working his butt off on our house and is plum tuckered. He took a nap today after church and still went to bed early. OH, by the way--I love the new ward. Super friendly and the lady who gave the lesson today in Relief Society was hilarious. Anyhoodles, I have been occupying my time by blog hopping and I found this super funny story about visits to the OB/GYN. If you have time--You'll get a good laugh.

Kmart is having a sale!

Kmart is having a 50% off clearance sale. That is that things that are already on clearance are and additional 50% off the clearance price. My sister told me--so I had to go. I didn't find much for my girls, but I did find these cute outfits for my friend Shelby who is about to have triplets. The outfits were $2 each. So if you want something for yourself, or you know Shelby and want to help her out. Now's the time. Kmart is the place.

Stupid lyric CHALLENGE

So as I was driving my kindergartner home from school, the divinyls song "I touch myself" came one. I know that it is probably inappropriate, but since I am a child of the late 80's early 90's I promptly started in with each and every lyric. When I was in high school (or was it junior high???) I listened to it all the time--we all did. Truly, I never really thought about it. I mean, I realized it was in appropriate, I just never REALLY thought about it. It was catchy.

So as I was singing along--I got to these lyrics:

When I think about you I touch myself

I touch myself

I touch myself

I HONESTLY do . .. I touch myself



At that point I tried to imagine the lyricist or artist--whoever came up with it---sitting on a couch, with a guitar on their lap a paper on the cofee table and a pen tucked behind their ear. Strumming a catchy tune all of a sudden they grab the pen out and quickly jot down some lyrics. Then they kind of sing the song in their head, nodding to the tune as they do so. Then an excited smile flashes across their face---the kind when you have a lightbulb moment. And outloud (although they are alone in a small apartment) the shout--THAT'S IT!!! I'VE GOT IT.

Then I imagine them picking up the phone and calling either another band member or their good friend (as I do when I have exciting news) and they say--Dude I totally have it listen:

When I think about you I touch myself

I touch myself

I touch myself

I HONESTLY do . .. I touch myself


Then (in my imagination) I image silence. Like on those cell phone commercials about dropped calls. Then the lyricist says--GREAT RIGHT??? DO YOU LOVE IT???


Now imagine being the person on the other line .... . . what do you say to that?

Option #1: I absolutely love it---it embodies what we all think and feel in a relationship. I touch myself--exactly. Very poetic

Option #2: I really like the HONESTLY part, it really drives the imagery home

Option #3 WHAT THE ???????????


I have many songs that I find have absolutely horrible lyrics. So I'm issueing this challenge:

Post stupid song lyrics

I'm not tagging anyone, because that is too much pressure and I have yet to respond to anything people tag me with. Not because I don't want to do it, it's just because I am already on the computer too much and if I did all the tags--I would have to go to MAA (MAC addicts anonymous). And it's also one of those things that either something will instantly pop in your head, or days down the road it will. So who's in???? If you do it, then comment on my blog and say you've done it so I can see--especially if you aren't someone I know.

PONY UP

P.S. if you're reading this as a fresh post, you're also listening to the stupidest lyrics ever penned

SOAP BOX

I have searched all over the internet for a picture of a soap box in the meaning I want to use it in:

Wikipedia says: A soapbox is a raised platform on which one stands to make an impromptu speech, often about a political subject. It is also used to express concerns or to release frustration.

I've been wanting to do this for a while, and actually open it up for anyone to use. We all need to rant on our soapbox now and then. So if you read this and love to google. Find me a picture of someone standing on a soap box ranting, that I can use. This will become a re-occuring topic on my blog and welcome eveyone else to use it if they wish:

Today: CIGARETTES

I smoked two cigarettes today. Between 7:55 and 8:10 I smoked two cigarettes. I don't do this often--as you see--I think it's a fowl habit and is also not condoned by my religion--for good reasons. My brothers smoke and I am relentless in my pursuit of them to quit. I also used to travel around to middle and high schools teaching kids the adverse effects and countless reasons not to start.

So why did I smoke two cigarettes today? Well I never purchased a pack--and I never held either between my fingers--I never even saw them with my eyes. I did smell them though, and inhale the smoke into my lungs HORRID----RETCHED-----FOUL things.

I was driving Red to school to day at approximately 7:55, with the windows up and my air conditioning on. Then I smelled it while stopped at the stop light. Here it came . . . I knew it . . . someone was smoking a cigarette in a car in front of me. However they weren't polite enough to keep their windows up and drop the ashes in the ash tray. They have to dangle it out the window. And into my air vents it came. HORRID---RETCHED---FOUL thing. I smoked it. In fact, the guy next to me smoked it and the guy behind me probably got a bit of it too. All four of us got hits off of one cigarette. My 3 kids smoked it too, until I raced around the car, rolled down my windows and aired it out.

Then I dropped Red off. And as I was stopped at the stop light. 8:10. sure enough---HORRID-----RETECHED----FOUL cigarette came wafting into my car. Yes, my windows were rolled up and the air on. So I had to wait until I could pass the smoker, roll down my windows, make us all sweat because it's 100++++ frickin degrees outside, just to quit smoking a cigarette I never chose to smoke.

I know a smoker may be reading this and have some sort of rebuttal, but I know and love many smokers. And they, truly, have nothing to say. I'm right HORRID----RETCHED-----FOUL. And I shouldn't have to smoke their cigarettes. I don't make them eat the french fries I am enjoying in my car, because my windows are up and any smell or remnants of the fry I let stay inside my car, or somewhere on my shirt.

THINK ABOUT IT

Wow--I feel a bit better now.


p.s. I called to get a tetnus shot and the Doctor's office said they were too busy. TOO BUSY FOR A SHOT TO SAVE MY LIFE. I would have to wait until tomorrow. And as I have already put it off and WebMD says to get it within 48 hours. I'm just going to risk it. The receptioinist suggested I go to urgent care or the er. I was going to suggest that she pay for it.

Master and Commander

Do you know that part on Master and Commander where the Doctor gets shot and Russell Crowe had to pull the bullet out of his stomach making sure to get every piece of the shirt so that nothing is left behind to cause infection?

Well I did that today---but on a lesser---much lesser--level. I went to our house that is under construction and walked around while a nice man measured for carpet and tile. As I was walking I felt a sharp pain in the bottom of my foot. I lifted up my foot and pulled off a piece of drywall that had a nail through it that had pierced my flip flops and entered my foot



CRAP--now I have to get a tetnus shot . . .or do I???

So I came home and cleaned it off with alcohol and noticed something black inside it. I assumed it was a piece of dirt or house or something. So I tried to get it out with a cleaned off safety pin--to no avail.

So I left it alone, until tonight. I took a bath and softened it up and hoped it was dirt that would just clean out. NOPE. So I found a sewing kit I keep in my car (Thanks Cami) and I got the needle out if it.

I cleaned it off with alcohol and went to work. I saw the black thing in there and I patiently poked away until

YEEEESSS!!!! I got it. It was a tiny piece of my flip flop.

So I'm guessing now that I will not lose my foot to infection, and I may not now go to get a tentus shot--I'll gamble on that one, and then I'll see if they are casting for Master and Commander 2.

Red the hand model

It's Photobooth Tuesday. The day I showcase one of Red's works of art. I found these the other day and couldn't stop laughing. She usually is making funny faces in her shots. However she was expressing her artistic prowess by venturing into hand modeling. What is that she's holding???? you ask . .. . I have no idea. It's just funny.

Oh and if you're seeing this as a fresh post, you're listening to Informer by Snow. My new favorite channel on my in-law's super cable network is the '90's channel. It's all the stuff I grew up with--and enjoyed. . . yes enjoyed. So for some of you, you may be repulsed by the selection, for others--it will probably bring back a sweet memory.

You know what's going to be great???? When, pretty soon, these photobooth pictures will have a fabulously new background in our new office. I am biting my nails in anticipation!!!!!!!!!!

Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet home. This IS our house. You can't really see it and that is why I posted a picture of my friend's house instead. Their house is what ours will look like someday, after we get this lame paint job painted over. We also need to get the tree trimmed. We'll keep the desert front, that way I don't have to worry about watering it. We do have grass in the back which is what matters. Hy already tore up most of the inside. We're now getting bids for flooring--carpet and wood. Does ANYONE have any suggestions? Recommendations? Even people who never have commented before. Ideally I would like wood throughout but we can't afford it. We had a crap laminate in our other house--I loved the look, but it wasn't very sturdy. So I would like a step up from that. Does anyone have anything they hate??? Love??? Who installed it?? Etc. Etc. Any tips or advice??? Help soon-I want to move in!

You are the Music in me

So what did y'all think? I admit--I am a huge fan of High School Musical -the original. My girls love it and so do I. I got it from Santa in my stocking last Christmas. Truth. So I was all stoked to watch HSM2, but I assumed it wouldn't be as good. Things rarely are. I didn't get to see it on Friday because we had a super fun Yoga Bunko. But today I got to see it at Darcy's (she tivo'd it). This is what I thought: The songs were made for radio disney play--not for the musical. The music was all digital and enhanced. I didn't like that. I liked a lot of the songs-pretty catchy, but I hate how they had made them. Hy or someone pointed out that it sounded like they made a cd first and then made a movie to match the cd. Stinks though--I liked the story line of the movie. I did like a lot of it, it took my back to high school days--just like the first one did (I am one of those rare people who had a fabulously fun high school experience). But I have to say the cheesiest and worst song/choreography of the whole thing is when "Troy" did his whole instrospective song and did weird leaps and hand gestures as he traversed across the Golf course. All time cheesiest part---the singing reflection in the water---WHAT???? I feel bad for the person who thought that was a good idea. So I'm giving it about a 6 out of 10. Entertaining, but nothing like the original. They should have stuck to making it a musical and not a cd. What about you????

Told you I was uncool. But I'm woman enought to own it

Fun for Fall

I am not a big fan of Fall. Not that I don't like it. I just don't love it. Possibly because AZ doesn't have a Fall--at least there is nothing around here to indicate that it is Fall i.e. colored leaves, cool breeze etc. etc. But my friend posted a link to this website and it looks super fun. Read the instructions and join if you like. I'm going to do it because it seems like fun. Just click on iit to connect. Check it out!

My New Hair

One of my best friend's in the whole wide world is Darcy. She does hair at HairDo salon. Anyhow, we were roomates way back in the good ol' days and are still friends today. I had one length, never been touched, super long hair when I lived with her. I dare say that it was sun kissed. Then she became my roomate and since then I have had a short platinum pixie, then eggplant short cut, long dark, with bangs without bangs, Red with blonde on top, brown with red streaks and everywhere in between. If you look back at my photos I bet you'll see a different hair in each one. A lot of times people don't recognize me because my hair changes that often. I would say I'm a good client. I sit down and say--do whatever you want. Usually the only question I answer is bangs or no bangs. I am a lover of bangs, but bangs aren't always the hip thing to do. I love swoopy bangs but I have a cowlic (spelling?) so my hair just doesn't do that. So when I went on Tuesday she said she had something super fun and it involved bangs. I was in the process of growing them out and they were about down to my nose. Thing is--she know I'm a sucker for them. So I said--do what you will as long as I look Hip. Here it is--I love it.

Red's First Day

Dropping her off at her school as a NIGHTMARE. There is a driveway that wraps around the school, where drop off parents pull up and drop their kids off. I was there in plenty of time (10 minutes before the bell). all of the drop off zones were full with parents who parked there and walked their kids in. It would be ok if it were the Kindergarten kids. But no--EVERY parent walked their kid in. Which again would be fine--if they used parking spaces instead of the drop off zone. So I couldn't even pull over anywhere to let her out. She only needed to go to the Kindergarten playground. So I had to do one slow round of the school and come back to where I started and it was now 8:03. She needed to be in class by 8:05. so I pulled up and parked in a no parking zone, in front of some garbage cans and consequently blocking in someone. Then I had to run the Kindergarten playground. A random staff member pointed me to an over crowded outside hallway that had a blob of parents and little kids. Luckily I chose a good direction and happened to run into Red's teacher who was saying--"Now we are only missing Red". I said "Here she is" and shoved her into the glob of Kindergartners. I gave her a swift kiss and stepped back. The teacher said--Ok follow me. So the blob followed and I needed to run back to the car that had The Juice sitting inside it and panicking (I was sure of that). So I turned around and walked off. Then I heard Red's voice saying "Mom", and by the time I figured out it was her--I turned around just to see her turning back around and running to catch up to her class. So I imagine she saw me just walking away. I felt bad. Then I get to the car and the juice is sobbing because she didn't get to go to the playground. She sobs all the way home about the injustice of it all. Then as I go to get her out I notice the camera on the front seat. OH CRAP--I MISSED TAKING A PICTURE. crap crap crap. Oh well. I know most mom's cried as they walked their kid to Kindergarten. I tried. I sat and concentrated at the thought of my little girl growing up. NOTHIN. Truth is--I was stoked to see her go. She is so bored at home and there comes a time when kids are done being at home with mama. Her time is now. Oh--and she loved Kindergarten. Loves it everyday--even loves her homework.

Oh and her cool outfit was one her Dad got when school shopping--he rocks. As for the folder--we were good parents and let her pick her own. So of course out of all the options we set before her (none of them being a kitty folder), she looked past us onto the shelf and said "I want the Kitty One" Of course she did. And that's what she got.

Burning the 11 pm oil

So the other night Hy and I put the girls to bed around 8 or so. They were still awake, but we knew they would stay in their room and eventually go to sleep. (we stay upstairs) So we told Hy's mom (who we live with right now) not to check on them, because they tend to sucker her into letting them go lay with her in her bed. So she didn't check on them. Hy and I went out to Target for about 1/2 hour and then came back and watched a movie downstairs. As we were walking upstairs to go to bed around 11:00 pm, we could hear little voices. So at first we thought the TV was on, so we looked and it wasn't. Then we though possibly Baby Kiz was just awake hanging out in her crib--which sometimes happens. So we were tiptoeing past their room so she wouldn't spot us. As we opened the door to our bedroom we realized that it wasn't Baby Kiz. Red was sitting as wide eyed as ever, playing on NOGGIN on the computer. She was holding up the Juice who was totally crashed. All Red could do was giggle. All we could do was try not to show her how funny we thought it was. So we took video tape (which I'd post if I could figure out how to convert it to Quiktime) and we took photos. Then we sent them to bed. It was so funny!!! Poor Juice was so crashed and Red was just holding her in place. Apparently my affair with the computer is now spilling into the younger generation.

Red's Photobooth

I don't believe it's been a week and I haven't posted--I'm a slacker. Anyhow, here's Red's spooky photobooth

Bubble Gum Betty

Isn't it the cutest thing ever? I ordered my print from The Black Apple and it arrived today!!! I'm so excited. I want to get a few more of her prints for the girl's room. I love it!

Red's Weekly Photobooth

Here's entry #2

Holy Crap

Holy Crap--i found the coolest eraser. It is from this super fun store Paper Source. They had another I phrase I am fond of but I chose not to post it. Check it out.

Happiness arrived with the newspaper

Ok-so it didn't arrive at my house. My sister-in-law gets the newspaper and it was in with hers. I saw it on her counter and squealed with delight--so she said I could have it. THANKS KRIS!!! So I will spend my Sunday, perusing, planning and marking me next purchases and wishlists. I love IKEA.

Are you afraid of color???

Are you afraid of color??? I'm not. I was checking out the archives of Domino Magazine trying to find a fern green color that I remember from one of the issues. My issues and my ideas notebook are all packed away. I didn't find it but I did find these fabulous colors. I think I've got the bedrooms all picked. I just don't know what to do with the bathrooms/kitchen and living room. Any ideas??

The girls playroom--MAYBE


The girl's bedroom (the aqua)


The middle one is what I want for our bedroom


I don't know if I'd ever do this--but I l-o-v-e it



If you're gonna go--GO BIG!

My new bag

Check out my new bag. I got it at Target--where else? I think I'm going to use it as a Sunday only bag, so it will always be stocked with crayons, paper, snacks, diapers, wipe etc. etc. It's fairly big and that is why I wanted it for Sunday. It also comes in orange, black and red, but I chose brown so it would go with everything.

BREAKING NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WE BOUGHT A HOUSE!!!


I have been biting my lip not slipping up in my posts. My goal was to wait until the loan cleared, but that might not be for a week or so and I couldn't stand it anymore. As my friends know, this has been a long desired thing. No more condo living, no more in-law living. I will have 4 bedrooms 2 bathrooms and a BACKYARD!!! Oh and don't forget a GARAGE! Some of you may wonder why I am so excited about the basics. Living with 3 kids in a 2 bedroom upstairs condo is not fun. My girls can run and not be stopped because of downstairs neighbors, and I can send them out back to play when I'm cleaning the house. I can babysit other people's kids finally!!!! I seriously have been so giddy since this happened. It happened rather quickly. Last Monday we weren't even looking for a house because we thought we couldn't ever afford one. Then we figured out a way and realized that if we don't buy now, we can't once Hy changes jobs (another story). So we went looking for houses on Tuesday, and thought we had found one we liked and were seriously considering putting in an offer. Then that night the bishopric member came over and extended us a calling to the Nursery (I had just been released from Primary President in January and had been substituting in the Primary pretty much from then on). One of his points was "and it's great because you have a child in nursery". So Hy and I walked him to the door and once it was shut, he looked at me and I looked at him and we said--"we're moving". We think Heavenly Father has a sense of humor too and that the nursery calling was his funny way of telling us to move out of Hy's parents house. So anyway, we got a good deal on this house. It has super tacky curvy tile (I know, I know where did they purchase it--I have no idea) and the bathrooms and kitchen are original. So since we got such a good deal, we kept some cash out to redo. So we're pulling up the floor and tearing out the bathroom and pulling down the kitchen cabinets. So I have been spending lots of time building my IKEA kitchen (this will be the second one I've built--I absolutely loved my first). We will be hiring out the floors. So I've been researching new appliances and such. Very exciting. This picture is not of our house, but actually my friend's house who lives two streets up. It is the same style, but ours has a lame paint job. That too will be changed after a while. Anyhow--so excited!!! Oh-and if anyone has any reccomendations for flooring people, or drywall people or any kind of people--let me know!!

Ode to Husband

Many of you were going on and on and on about your husbands being great, so I thought I'd join in. I have no picture to post because I'm on my in-law's PC and Hy is watching a movie on the MAC. He is super great but the reason I'm dedicating a post to him is this----He took Red School shopping. How many husbands do that? He alternates taking the girls on dates, which they absolutely love. Usually it's to get something like a doughnut or ice cream. But last night he took her out and went to Old Navy and Target and bought her school clothes. He did a great job too. And I knew he would, that's why I handed the duty over to him. They both absolutely loved it and he came home with 3 pair of pants and about 5 or 6 shirts. Then Red modeled them for us which included a pretend jaunt down a catwalk and a flip of the hair. It was fun. He loves his girls and they absolutely love him, and so do I.

Pony Tails

My one year old has a pony tail. My heart goes out to all of you who have hair challenged babies.

Red's Photobooth

I've decided to do a weekly photo blog entry dedicated to my daughter's love for photo booth. She's five and she can run the computer all by herself. Photobooth is her favorite (we are a MAC loving family) and every once in a while I come up here and check what she's done. If you are not familiar with MAC computers or Photobooth it is a program that uses a built in camera and all you do is click a buttom and it takes your picture, you can also do it several different ways with colors and distortion. I never see her do these, I never know when she does them, but she always sneaks in here and does it. Cracks me up every time--I never know which one to post