My Love Knows No Bounds

Naveen Andrews, better known to some as Sayid, or The Worlds Number One BADASS, is the object of entirely too much of my affection, but can you blame me? The dude is HOT! And his mad ninja skills as displayed on LOST? I mean, really. How can your heart NOT go pitter-patter when you see the likes of this in action? I may have made the husband rewind the DVR repeatedly so I could memorize every move that the object of my desire made when displaying his mad talent for creatively doing away with bad guys. MAY have. I also may or may not talk to the TV when watching LOST, speaking directly to Sayid as though he were right here with me and my husband may or may not call him my boyfriend. But I am not admitting to anything, so shhh. Dont you dare judge me! I can't hear you! Go watch the entire YouTube clip to see all of this hotness in action. Trust me, you will not be disappointed. Unless, of course, you have not yet watched the LOST season finale, which; DUH! Go download it!

What are you waiting for??



Disclaimer directed entirely at my beloved husband: This is my free pass. If ever the opportunity were to present itself, I get this get out of jail free card, because Sayid could eat crackers in our marital bed without me feeling an ounce of guilt. Mmkay? Deal.

That's it, I'm surely going to burn.

If you have visited within the past couple of posts, you may have noted the reference to Divot being a poor homeless canine holding a cardboard sign. Do you recall? Well, today I broke the cardinal rule regarding our vagrant, beggar type compadres. I gave one actual money. And not just ANY money, but a five dollar bill.

I know, right? What the hell was I thinking. Well, you see, the thing is that I have oft commented to The Hubs that while I applaud their willingness to stand in the scathing conditions that are Florida in the summer, with the 100% humidity and hot as balls temperatures, I hate that their cardboard signs are basically blatant bullshit. I mean, come on. If you are going to stand there and beg, at least own it. Because with this being The Land O'plenty, we all know there is work to be had if you are willing. If I were in such a position (Gawd forbid-- afterall, that is why ah married a good man, so ah could be barefoot and pregnant and chained to mah stove--), I promise you that my placard would read something like this:

"Odds are, I am NOT homeless, have a Lexus stashed under the next overpass, make more than most honest hardworking folks and I COULD work if I was so inclined. But I am not, so PLEASE give me some of your hard earned money anyway, since I at least have the mettle to stand here in the heat and traffic and beg for it. Mmkay, thanks, g'bye. Oh, and God Bless. Jesus loves you."

Granted, the pickings might be slim unless it was a really long traffic light or I flashed my boobs or something, but still.

ANYWAY--

The man I happened upon today was holding the most remarkable sign. It read:

Homeless--Need WORK.
Please hire me.
God Bless.

So, I respected his gumption. I opened my window a smidge and called him over and gave him 5 bucks, told him I respected his sign, asking for work instead of a handout. Just prior to dislocating my shoulder by patting myself on the back for being a proper Christian, he slurred a barely discernible thankyouma'am and zig-zagged back into the median and pushed the button to cross the street.

Yeah...uhm, I am the sucker that gave him JUST enough money to buy his next bottle of hooch. So, dear readers, riddle me this...

If that very bottle of hooch is the one that sends him over the brink into death or worse, a further burden on our already taxed medical system due to liver failure or something, am I to blame?

My life's lesson should be clear by now. That being that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Duh. Maybe one day, I'll get it.

Speaking of hooch though (nice segue, right? I'm sayin!), you guys have got to try this wine. Brought to you by the very Francis Ford Coppola you think it is, is this yum-dilly-ishus merlot, the Francis Coppola Diamond series. Equally yummy is the claret. And while there are much better reviews than mine for wine, as I have zero knowledge of the technicalities of the nectar of the gods since we usually buy ours in a box, you'll just have to trust me and buy it and pretend you are all pretentious and knowledgeable and I'm not. But I don't care. So shut up.



Go buy some!

Because Molly Said So...

And, anyone who knows Molly (a.k.a. my baby sister)--what she says goes. Without question. Or she will, in fact, melt you with her death stare of doom. And other really scary stuff, that in my family, we just plain old know not to question. Because we ALL prefer life in forms OTHER than a puddle of melty goo on the floor.

Just trust me on this one, will you? It's safer that way.

Shhh... I think I hear her coming.

So then! How are you? Why, great! Glad to hear it. Vacation was fun and relaxing and sunshiny and warm. So, here: Have some gratuitous beachy type vacation photos!

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In other news, my parents will be back at The Casa G. on Friday for the weekend, before jetting off to the Atlantic coast for a stay in another condo somewhere over there. And, they are bringing The Prodigy with them for a few days when they go. Which means The Leester and I will be kid free for a bit. WOOOOOHOOOOOO!

And, even more exciting? My Auntie Lynne is coming for a visit while my Mom and Dad are here, so we get to see her for the first time in seven or more years. Wheeee! Good times to be had by all.

For now, Ciao, my friends. Time to make dinner before the natives get restless.

In which I dust off the cobwebs...

Blog, you say? What blog? Huh?

I'm shamed, almost to the point of no return, about how lackadaisical my attitude has been regarding my little space on the interwebs lately. You, too, should be ashamed of me. I even entertained the thought of letting this blog slip into the oblivion that is permanent hiatus, because lately life just hasn't seemed noteworthy.

Yet, here I am. So, loyal readers (all two of you?), for you...

Things have been busy at The Casa G., but not in the usual sense of the word. Spring time in Florida means for us the inundation of family visits. The Leester's Mother and gentleman friend were here for a few days and then my parents arrived last Wednesday, so we have been in entertainment mode. Somehow, it is easy just to let the little things slip when the routine is displaced. We have company in town until the first week in June although not all with us. (Thank the Sweet Baby Jesus!!!!!) My folks are really awesome house guests as they understand the three-day rule. That being the old adage that company is like fish. After about three days, they start to smell. So, what they do is plan their time with us around various weeks spent in condominiums around the state. In the 5 weeks or so that they are here in Florida, they are only in our house a total of 6 nights. Agreeable, right? Yeah, that's what I'm sayin! As well, they are kindly entertaining us for a few days this week in a lovely beach side condo on Anna Maria Island, on the Gulf Coast.

Trust me, when I tell you that this increases their stock as house guests by leaps and bounds! This means that The Hubs has agreed to take no less than three days off of work and we will be spending 4 full days officially on vacation! This would also be the longest vacation my husband has taken in the time that we have been together!

It is a banner day, people! Woooot!

I may actually even boycott the golf clubs and force him to spend said days with me, wandering the beaches and actually putting his feet up and relaxing. Just don't tell him that between now and then, okay?

I am really looking forward to getting away, as are The Hubs and The Prodigy. The only family member doing any complaining is Divot, as his vacation will be spent in the kennel at his local veterinarian's office. Suffice it to say he isn't pleased with the idea.

The poor abused canine! Next, you will see him standing in the middle of a busy intersection, cardboard sign in hand.

Homeliss
Pleeze help
Will Work For Dog Biskets
God Bless