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What Did I Do Today? I Choose Not to Remember

While I’m sitting in my squeaky jury chair, you all get to read a recycled post from Jessica Bern of Bern This.  She claims it’s from a time when she didn’t have any readers, but somehow I have a hard time believing such a time existed.  When Jessica’s not busy spreading joy at her local ER, she’s filming hilarious webisodes of Bern This.  If you haven’t already, head on over to check her out – but not before leaving a comment!  Maybe reading them will stop me from stealing all the donuts during court recess.  Maybe.

WHAT DID I DO TODAY?  I CHOOSE NOT TO REMEMBER

Today, I was a contestant on a game show called “21” which I can only hope and pray will never, EVER air. It involved “knowledge” of Blackjack as in “I “know” I’m going to draw a crappy card” and pop culture.


There were three contestants per show. The other two in my group consisted of a former Iranian who regaled us all with a story of his growing up with a pet COW who he found out seemed to produce the most milk when listening to the sounds of a flute which is how this guy ended up becoming, yes, that’s right, a professional flute player, amongst other things.


Now, before I tell you about the other guy, I need to draw you a picture. He had the face of a marshmallow, mushy and of similar color only WHITER and he was built like a bird to the point where I kept waiting for him to burp and cough up a worm. To match his extraordinary good looks, he was one of the most arrogant people I have ever met and on top of it all that has been on Jeopardy (and WON) Millionaire (and WON) and several other shows that I can’t remember because after I heard about the first two I couldn’t stop thinking, “THIS GUY IS GOING TO KICK MY ASS!”


By the time we hit the stage my only goal in life was to make sure that “birdman” lost. How I was going to go about doing that, I had no idea, but I was determined. That was until the host asked us…


HOST: Who are Jaimie Oliver, Gordon Ramsay….


and before he could finish “birdman”‘s already yelling out the correct answer,


BIRDMAN: “CHEFS!”


while in my mind the closest I could get was to think, “God those names sound familiar.”


The only good news was that although “birdman” possessed an uncanny ability to remember completely useless information, he had no control over the cards he was dealt both in life and on this show.


Now, I cannot tell you who won or lost but I can tell you that the host was Alfonso Ribiero. Yes, that would be the Alfonso Ribiero who used to star with Will Smith on the “Prince of Bel-Air” but is now the host of a cable based game show while Will is, at this very moment, one of the most famous and highest paid actors on the face of the earth.


Needless to say, every time I got down on myself and started to feel hopeless, I just had to take one look at Alfonso, standing there, yelling


ALFONSO: “So, who wants to win $25,000?!!!”


to know that if a person’s CAREER could crash and burn like that then so could “birdman”‘s winning streak.


Next question please.

Come back on Friday for an anonymous bitch fest, and bring your dirty laundry!

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Entertainment Kids Life in general

Who Takes Their Kids to a Cannibal?

For a few years in my childhood, we lived next door to a family of five.  The mother was Indonesian, the father was American, the three kids were a 50-50 mix of the two.  The children, whom I immediately befriended the day they moved in, told me that their mother learned English by watching Sesame Street.  

This made for some interesting conversations.

Most of the time, the kids were around to translate.  But one time, the mother came over to ask my mom a question that she didn’t want her kids to hear. 

It went like this:

Indonesian Mom: You take a kids to cannibal?

My Mom: (looking shocked) What?

IM: You take a kids?  To cannibal?

Mom:  Um, what? 

IM:  Da cannibal.  You kids.  Dis weekend?

Mom:  Andrea, come here.  Tell her, “What?”

Me:  What’s that you said?

IM:  You mom take you a cannibal?  Dis weekend?  Ride-a-ride?

Me:  Where is Janice?  She can tell me what you want.

IM:  No, no.  No Janice.  You ride-a-ride?  You know, cannibal.  (Making large circular motions with her arms).

Me:  Mom, I think she wants you to take us to a cannibal that throws knives.  But no, thanks.

Mom:  (To IM) A knife throwing cannibal?

IM: NO!  CA-NI-BAL.

Mom:  OH!  You mean a cannon ball?  The one on main base?  (We were military, of course.)

IM:  NO!  CA-NI-BAL.  Kids.  Da cannibal.  Ride-a-ride.

Mom:  Oh, no thank you.  (closes the door in exasperation).


Turns out, she was planning to take her kids to the carnival as a surprise, and wanted to know if we’d like to tag along. 

Speaking of which, we took the kids to the traveling carnival this weekend, and Blythe ride-a-ride, for the very first time.  In fact, both kids rode LOTS of rides.  


 Shouldn’t she be smiling?

I much preferred the carnival over a knife-wielding cannibal, I can tell you.

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Say WHAT?

I’ve got Jury Duty this week, so in honor of democracy I’m leaving you all with a CONTEST to win the book The Audacity of Hope  by President Barack Obama!  Seriously, even if you’re not a fan, you may as well find out what our President’s got between his ears.

All you have to do is read through the most common google searches that lead people to my blog, and guess which one I made up myself.  Of course I didn’t come up with this idea on my own – I stole it from
my friend Kia!  I had to prepare myself for being around liars and cheats in court, so I’m sure she’ll forgive me. 


1.   andrea needs    needs…..? what? what do I need?  and why do so many people care? 
2.   sweetlife arizona
3.   puppy shots 
4.   sweet friendly quotes life     are you translating your search from another language?
5.   tweaker capital

6.   meth capital of california
7.   doudou et compagnie
8.   redneck fashion
9.   meth capital of us
10. meth capital of the us

11. overalls, men, fashion 2009  someone actually cares about men’s overall fashion?
12. do pygmy goats stink         answer: only if they’ve still got their balls. 
13. miracle cure       
yes, I said wine was my miracle cure – not what you were expecting?
14. life sugar sure is sweet
15. what little girls are made of mean   
some little girls are made of mean, I’m sure

16. meth capital
17. littlegirls       space bars are so over-rated
18. dog poop stains and stucco     
what was your dog doing with his ass up on the stucco?
19. biggest bossy 2009
20. where is the meth capital united states     
thinking of relocating? 

21. sweet anal   
holy… what?  I HOPE you didn’t find what you were looking for, here.
22. poop in her panties uti     
I think you’re looking at the wrong hole for problems
23. baby teacup pygmy goats
24. felt food by andrea edwards
    you felt my food?  What kind of fetish is THAT? 
25. cornstarch and pee pee burning   here’s a suggestion: don’t put cornstarch up your wahoo.

26. rash on daughters leg and butt     
I feel your pain, truly
27. daily close one ounce of silver from jan. 1 through february 19, 2009   

28. blog sweet model
29. little girls    So many “little girl” searches.  It’s starting to skeeve me out.  Quit it, pervs.
30. sweet hpt boys jean jacket       
I’d never wear it, even if it WAS sweet, for fear of looking like a victim of redneck fashion.

And…. the award for most frequently googled topic goes to meth capital!  Apparently people really, really want to know where it is.  To keep their distance or move a little closer to their own kind, who the hell knows!

Good luck!

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Entertainment Life in general

The Heart of the Beast

I’ve posted this poem here before, but since it kept popping into my head as I bounced between emotions yesterday, I’m compelled to post it again.

Every eye sees its own special vision;
every ear hears a most different song.

In each man’s troubled heart, an incision
would reveal a unique, and shameful wrong.

Stranger fiends hide here in human guise
than reside in the valleys of Hell.

But goodness, kindness and love arise
in the heart of the poor beast, as well.

From The Book of Counted Sorrows, by Dean Koontz

Throughout my life, this poem has helped me to see things from a different perspective than my own.  It’s allowed me to try and see myself as others see me, as well.

It reminds me to look for the kindness in even the greatest imagined beast.  It’s good to know goodness is there, because knowing makes it easier to find. 

It reminds me that before I can judge another person, I must first look at my own shameful wrongs.  Looking inward diverts my judgment enough that, hopefully, I better myself rather than point my finger and cry, “beast“.

We are each capable of being a beast toward others – and within each of us there is the ability to show goodness, kindness and love.  I have to believe that. 

I have to.

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Entertainment Home and Garden Life in general

What a Combination

My life is a collection of polar opposites, struggling to co-exist.

Take this past Saturday, for instance.  I spent a few hours on the roof, putting on shingles.  Yeah, I’m a chick that knows how to swing a hammer.  And I only hit my thumb twice.

Before you go hiring me to re-roof your house, though, you should know that I got demoted for awhile after Jeremy found a crooked shingle.  Luckily, he found it pretty quickly so we could fix it before it screwed up the alignment of all the rows that would come above it.  And by “we” I mean “he”.

As punishment I schlepped shingles for a bit, and then finally got my hammer back with a stern warning.  Sorry ’bout that crooked shingle, babe.  I’ll make it up to you later, *wink wink*.  But I do think I did a pretty good job.

“My” section of the roof

Before I had a chance to bash my thumb again, I climbed down from the roof and got ready to go to the Ballet.  That’s right, I swung a hammer all day, rinsed off the dirt and sweat, put on some heels and went to see Alice in Wonderland with my mom and daughter.  What a day.

A blurry Alice & White Rabbit

We got to see a ‘preview’, where the dancers perform the entire Ballet in their studio in front of an audience, as a warm up for opening night.  It was very intimate, and allowed us to see things that we normally can’t see in a large theater.

For instance, dancers are very sweaty.   I suppose that’s pretty obvious, being that they dance for two full hours without much of a break, but I never really noticed from the balcony.  Also?  The male ballet dancers performed in just tights and T-shirts.  It left me wondering if they have some sort of jock under there.  Because, hello, I’ve worn tights.  They’re not exactly supportive, if you know what I mean, even for a girl.

Alison enjoyed the studio Ballet performance beyond my wildest expectations.  I couldn’t be happier, seeing as the whole reason I went this route instead of the full-on theater experience is because it’s $5 per person, as opposed to $50. 

Just call me Mrs. Penny Pincher, squeezing dollars out of dimes.  But, hey, don’t be surprised if I don’t turn around.