My Sister, The Dream Dasher
My sister on American Idol contestant Ayla Brown:
Ayla can't win. She's too tall. It's called American Idol, not Gangly Idol.
It should be noted that Ayla, like myself, is 6 ft. tall.
My sister on American Idol contestant Ayla Brown:
Ayla can't win. She's too tall. It's called American Idol, not Gangly Idol.
It should be noted that Ayla, like myself, is 6 ft. tall.
The Greeks believed that, long before recorded history, a group of giants made a significant assault on Olympus. Ever since hearing that, I've been afraid of tall people.
I can't believe you're still reading Blind Assasin. Terrible. F. I kept reading because I thought something was going to happen. but it never did. So, I felt cheated--where's the novel that I thought I was reading. I'd rather read Charles Dickens that touch Margaret Atwood again.
Mom, you told me to read that book you hooker.
Look McInernys, isn't it enough that I know all of you and sometimes hear you all talk in my head?! Now you're all bloggers and you're funny and witty and I read your comments & it's like being at your family dinner table again--except on the Web (and there's no food, which would help). I like your blogs (see witty & funny above) but no taking over the planet. That's just too much!
Karen-Ratchet from CL days of yore.
I second mom's vote on the Blind Assassin -- I put it down after like two chapters.
And I'm right about Ayla. You know it. Not to mention that she's named after a character from Clan of the Cave Bear.
I agree with Ratchet. Reading all of your blogs and comments - it's like being the neighbor who is over every day and has to be told to go home when it's time for dinner. At any rate, anyone who calls their mom a hooker because she recommended reading Margaret Atwood is worth reading every day.
I'm going to stay out of the McInerny family disputes. I've only met Mrs. McInerny once, and she seemed like a fine, upstanding woman. But I was drunk on Bob Evans at the time, so my memory could be clouded.
As for American Idol, I finally got to see my doppelganger perform. I was unimpressed. I did however, pretend the judges were talking about me when they praised him for his "infectious charm." I want to be infectious. But not in the Valtrex-kinda way.
Y'ain't gangly, thems is in the brain case.
Is it just me or is Josh in an altered state of consciousness?