me vs.the ant

There are a lot of things I miss about Santa Clarita, CA. I miss PBC, all the people I was privileged to know, Stonefire, Trader Joe's, etc. etc. But do you know what I DON'T miss at all? Ant infestation.



Those of you that have not lived there cannot truly appreciate the rage that fills my being when is see the shadow trails of the ant in cupboards, closets, on floors. Ew. It isn't cute, and almost nothing can incite me to anger as quickly as that can.

Now, you might say, "Amy. It's just a little ant. You are bigger than they are! Why do you get so worked up?" Nothing that I haven't asked myself, my friend. Nothing that I haven't asked myself. The answer? THERE IS STRENGTH IN NUMBERS! Waves and waves of ants coming through cracks under doors, into spaces. You clean one place and then it fills with ants again. Those little tiny bodies can access places that one would never think of and therefore, the force can regroup and mount another offensive.

Now, those theologians out there will probably say something like, "Doesn't it say in Scripture that the sluggard should go to the ant, consider her ways and be wise?" I have no problem with the concept that they are tenatious, perseverant workers. But MUST they unite against me???

New Things

Okay, so I have been told that I don't post enough. To right this terrible, terrible wrong that I am inflicting on all 3 of the readers of my blog, here are 5 things that are new with me.

1. My haircut. I decided that growing my hair out just because I was too lazy to get a haircut days were over. it is now shoulder length, flips out with minimal styling and I have shorter bangs. These make me look younger, but HEY! I'm at that age where I'm wondering if that's such a bad thing. I'm SO old. I saw a gray hair yesterday. But in all fairness, it might have just been the lighting. Who can tell?

2. My Wal-Mart discovery. I really like that Naked Juice fruit smoothie juice that is sold for a bazillion dollars a thimble full at most grocers. Sadly, I was unable to keep up with my fruit induced habit due to the cost (a thimble full only takes one so far...). HOWEVER, while I was in super Wal-Mart, I discovered a marvelous thing...Bolthouse farms. No, it is not a farm. I haven't bought the farm (ha!). It's a similar beverage for only $2.88 a bottle. Naturally, I stocked up and am a little concerned that I will turn blue from all the blueberries and anti-oxidents that I am consuming.

3. My MySpace Account. Okay, so to be fair, this isn't as new as the other two items, but i'm just figuring out how to work the dumb thing and it is kind of fun to see everyone's pages (all 8 of my friends) and connect with people I haven't talked with in a long time. I still forget to check it but have now figured out the following important discoveries. (A) Searching people by their first and last names doesn't work that well. (B) How to post pictures on it. (C) That people that try to be your friends may or may not know you. That kind of weirds me out.

4. My Cough. I've spent the past week trying desperately to claw myself back to health. Colorado has really not been good for my health. Now, granted, I am not on death's door or anything, but the cough has been an unpleasant addition to the road to recovery. It makes me think of "Runaway Bride" and the radio show 'Wake up with Phlegm'. Thank you, don't mind if I do.

5. My Love of the Waltons. Really, this is just a renewed love. Kind of like a "re-dedication" if you will. I located a few shows on the Hallmark channel last weekend and forced my roommate to sit down and watch an episode with me. It brought back good times of when my sisters and I would get all wrapped up in Jim-Bob's latest escapade and Mary Ellen's latest drama. Ah, those were the days. For those of you that have never seen the show, you don't know what you are missing.

So that's me. By the way, if the Spangler's are reading this blog, you should know that I've never been more happy to have the "hug" blanket. It's pure fuzzy medicine for the soul. :)

Fuzzy Feelings

Okay, so I'm trying to blog but doing this while watching American Idol is probably a bad idea...let's just get the obvious questions out of the way. Who ARE these people and (in the words of Holly) who is LYING to them? Seriously. They exist. They are humans. Why they felt the need to go on TV is a feeling I will never understand. I think there is a seedy underbelly to the American Idol. I think there is a whole movement of people that they pay to be as weird and wacky and tone deaf as possible. A black market of gosh-awful singers. They. are. here. There are LIMITS people. We can't all be Jewel.

Well, I feel better just having got that off my chest. Back to the real post: What is it about fuzzy things that is so wonderful? For Christmas I received two awesome gifts...what makes them so amazing you ask? Well, I'm glad you asked. Here's the thing...they both are super soft and fuzzy. One is a pink robe that feels like you are being wrapped in a hug (I just spelled "rapped" instead:)) The second is a pair of velure pants. I love them. I want to be buried in them. (WHAT? is that morbid?)

Think about it...who DOESN'T dread washing that new sweatshirt and losing the floofy inside section??? Don't lie to me. I know you do. Baby chicks. I'm just going to throw that out there.

So anyway...I gotta get back to the really important stuff and see who makes it in this round. I leave all 4 of you to your life. :)