Showing posts with label realistically regulated. Show all posts
Showing posts with label realistically regulated. Show all posts

Friday, June 20, 2008

fight like a girly girl

I feel like beating the stuffing out of something.
I feel like cutting myself free to act out of control. It's just one of those days.
Since I am not a great fighter (and 34)
I am realistically regulating myself to fight like a girly girl.
A new handbook I came across gives me the rules and regs for pillow fighting. I'm gonna make feathers fly, take out the trash & wrestle!
FYI:
Matches are a combination of pillow fighting, trash talk and wrestling with LOTS of fan interaction. According to the PFL, there are various ways to win a match, but a referee is always on hand to “keep the hair pulling and scratching to a minimum.” To view video clips of some of the action, go to: http://http//www.gopfl.com/ and click on multimedia. There’s also a place to sign up for any women out there who might have been slumber party pillow fighting champions and miss the action!
Anyone? Takers? Feel like talkin' smack with a pillow upside yo' face? Game on.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Rules and Regulations


One by one they came. DING DONG. 12 times the doorbell rang. Word spreads fast when you have a BEAT THE HEAT toy. I had 14 kids at my house attempting to swim in our new pool.

What rules and regulations should I have in place. We have it filled to 20" and it can go to 42", so I think the kiddos are thinking it's a sigh safe.
NOT WHEN THERE ARE 14 rugrats in it!
I couldn't turn anyone away. When we hit #7 I felt too bad saying NO at that point. 14!!! For the love! What would you do? Kourtney, I am so glad you showed up when you did!

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

A Guide?!?!?! For lil' ol' me?


I didn't know there was a handbook! I've been winging it and all along there has been a rod on which I could grasp for guidance to Lowering the Bar!!!
Synopsis
Lower the bar. (I've done that!) Turn it down a notch. (just moved the dial back to SLOW & STEADY) Get off the Stairmaster. (Ok.) The Underachiever's Manifesto is the playfully persuasive pocket guide to living life to the least and loving it. With sharp humor (I love to laugh) and genuine wisdom, (smart works, too)this welcome little book extols the fabulous (note, FABULOUS...) benefits of underachievement in our overextended society. A witty introduction makes the case for the right amount of effort a lot less than we've been led to believe. Ten (1 for each finger!) principles of underachievement establish the basics (#8: The tallest blade of grass is the surest to be cut); and practical applications (it's a "HOW-TO? I am in love!) show how mediocrity is the key to happiness at work, in relationships, dieting, exercise, investment, and more. Devilishly enlisting examples from philosophy, economics, science, and good common sense, The Underachiever's Manifesto is a lighthearted, life-changing rallying call for those who dare to do less and enjoy more.
A Guide?!?!?! For lil' ol' me? Feel like joining a book club? Anyone? I'll make tee shirts!

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

forewarned is forearmed

As I was looking up the weather for a trip to So. Cali with my sisters in celebration of our Mom, I came across some much needed info. Figured I best be apprised of rules and regulations to be a law abiding citizen.




They don't like city slickers in Blythe! If you don't own at least two cows, you can do time for wearing cowboy boots.




It is a misdemeanor to shoot at any kind of game from a moving vehicle, unless the target is a whale. Kelli, no gaming this weekend





The women of Carmel might be well-heeled, but it is against the law for them to be high heeled. High heels are banned within the city limits. Shoo, Jimmy Choo. Ahhh, that's the only footwear Mom owns



Ha! And they say people in LA can be shallow and obessed with looks! In San Francisco, it is actually illegal for ugly people to walk down the street.
Thank Heaven San Fran is not on our destination list!






Good thing Jon Bon Jovi hailed from Jersey and not California. Since 1838, according to crazylaws.com, it is illegal for a man in California to serenade a woman without a permit.



You might want to walk a mile for a camel, but in Palm Springs, do not under any circumstances walk your camel on Palm Canyon Drive between the hours of 4 - 6 p.m. This according to dumblaws.com. No word of what you can do with your camel between 4 and 6.





Note to terrorists! Don't go to Chino: detonating a nuclear device of any kind, within the city limits, will get you a $500 fine. Good to know that there is a deterrent in place. I feel safer already.
I am hoping our trip will still be a success.