word wrecker

I know it sounds stupid, but they cover all these annoying songs that I don't normally like but somehow those little high-pitched voices make the songs so freaking funny I can't get enough of it. I could buy the soundtrack, I'm that hooked. I know most people my age didn't see the movie, hell, most people didn't see it period, but it was a very nostalgic experience for me. They are just as great as the Alvin, Simon and Theodore I remember from being a kid- except I don't spend the whole movie wondering what kind of freak green ooze enlarged them all to the size of kids. (I wondered that a lot, especially after Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles hit the scene. It was usually difficult for me to suspend belief about movies and shows. People could trick me into or convince me of anything, but a cartoon, how dare it not be realistic!?) Then I discover, watching the credits to the new movie, actually, that the original , as in very first, as in before I was born, chipmunk

Every month I go outside for an hour or so to rid the yard of droppings we might miss when letting them out at night. I picked today because it is sunny and mild with very little snow on the ground. I take the dogs with me because, lets face it, they'd probably wet themselves if I was just outside the windows without them. My ass is in the air, a poop-er scooper in one hand, bag in the other, when the little one (George) starts barking like crazy and running toward the street. A man is crossing from the other side, looking thoroughly unconcerned, which is good. It means I only have to worry about my annoying pooch. So I come down the lawn ready to scoop up George (he is only 10lbs)- yelling "stop" calling for him, etc... George ignores all of this . Why didn't George come to me? He was excited. Why did George keep scampering out of my reach when I tried to pick him up? He was excited. Why does George get so excited when strangers come around? He's crazy. George

This should be easy. In September , David and Gwen contacted me to be apart of the first word, best word site so all of us can keep in touch about our writing. Everyone else figured it out. Everyone else has posts and blogs attached to the main page. Except for me. I simply can not find the link between my sad, lonely little blog out here and the blogs of my obviously more talented friends. (I knew they were more talented before I started writing, but finding myself unable to join in the discussion about writing makes my inadequacies that much bigger). So, here I am, 8 in the morning. The only one of us who doesn't have a day job with the time to sit here and ramble and complain. The universe really must be moving too quickly for me. What the hell is it going to be like when I'm 70? I expect my baby brother to know more about the i nternet , his phone, current music, and video games. Even more so my future kids and grandkids but why can't I seem to keep up with pe