A letter to a celebrity

Dear James Bond,

I know you're probably used to being worshiped--especially among the lady-folk around Hollywood and in every movie that you've ever starred in. However, I was just wondering how I could be more like you. You may be wondering why, instead of just loving you, I want to aspire to be you. The answer is simple. It's just that my husband wors thinks you're great (we'll leave the worshiping to those that really deserve it-no offense) and I think that maybe I could impress him a little with my cool moves and creative abilities to "protect" my family. I would try writing Jackie Chan, but have you heard about how many injuries he's acquired during his exploits?

My point exactly. Not worth it.

Anyway, a little help would be appreciated. He's been laughing less and less at my jokes.

Sincerely,
Mary

Remember that one time...

Despite my attempts at being a grown-up most of the time (and the occasional gray hair that is "supposedly" spotted by my true love), there's something to be said for the good 'ol days. I hate to admit it, but on those nostalgic days, I still miss those times when we drove around in Jennica's old convertible, singing to Celine Dion at the top of our lungs and dedicating every version of "I'm your Lady" to the boy that we had a crush on in that moment (which was basically every boy). Never mind that now we just make fun of the cheesiness of the lyrics, and the fact that Celine has been the "hot item" in Vegas for just over 20 years or so by now. (Don't worry Sara, I won't tell that you went to see her...:)). It just goes to show, I guess, that Celine's heart will go on, and on, and on....

Help!

One of my favorite brothers, whom we will call Captain Neoprene, is getting married in approximately 31 days.  He and his future wife are both extremely kind and generous in allowing me, the lowly/younger sister, the privilege of doing whatever I want with the reception centerpieces and flowers. Here are a few of the ideas that I've found on-line: 

What do you think? 

Will you marry me?...again

Pulling the giblets out of a chicken has got to be the absolute grossest thing I've done in a long time. Still, the engagement chicken sure was good!

Short Story: Part II

"What a terrible way to start a family!" she said loudly as Maria was running down the path. Maria found herself running often these days. Actually, running had been one of her favorite past times for the last 6 years or so. So why was this random lady, who Maria had never seen, giving her free advice about a matter as important as starting a family? Does she know that we want to start having children? Maria thought. Should I not be running? She couldn't help but hold the gaze of the unknown woman as Maria continued her jog. Then, the unknown woman smiled at Maria and turned away--most likely convinced that she had done her duty to help the world be a better place. It was only then that Maria noticed the unknown woman pull her hair back to reveal her blue tooth phone.

R2D2

As mentioned in a previous post, I have a sometimes closer relationship with "Star Wars" than I would like, though not nearly as close as John E would wish for. Well, once more, his wishes came true this weekend (only because it was his birthday) when his darling sister (yours truly) made this for him.


For those of you who can't tell, (forgive the blurry picture) it is an R2D2 cake. It was quite the adventure, but now I know how to do it so any of you who are interested in one for your very own enjoyment,...I can tell you how.