Back in the day, when we were younger and immature, we stumbled across a wonderful shortcut while driving and put it to good use.  You know the Target on Polaris, and then the apartments that are behind them? Well we found that it is much faster to drive back behind Target and have someone get out of the car and lift up the pole, that is supposed to keep people from cutting through, than drive ALLLLL the way around to get to Lazelle Road from Polaris Parkway.

Well it has been a while since we have done this immature thing, but we decided to give it a whirl again the other day.  I was driving and Britt was in the passenger seat, which meant she had to get out and lift up the pole so I could pass through.  She was a little upset that she had to get out and do it, so we had a little teeny argument about whether or not she was actually going to get out and do it, while I parked my car in front of the pole.

Well, she finally gets out to do it, and I watch with a big smile on my face as I pull my car through.  As Britt is winding back around the car to get in, I look over to my right and see a middle aged business man and his dog…just standing there watching us perform this illegal act with his mouth literally hanging open.  He had just witnessed not only us actually doing it, but our argument before hand.

I was horrified.  Britt gets in the car, still having not noticed the man right beside her watching.  So I tell her, “Britt, look out your window”..she turns her head, screams of embarrassment, and then ducked her head down. Dude, he already saw the whole thing!

Anyways, it was awfully mortifying. We got that feeling you get when you’re a little kid and you just got caught right in the middle of doing something wrong.

Lesson learned: next time just blaze right under the pole as it cascades atop your car….no need for anyone to get out!

Has anyone seen the new Dunkin’ Donuts commercial?!

We crack up at it every time.  It’s a catchy little jingle, basically about how difficult some places have made it to order a simple cup of coffee.

Some of our favorite parts?:

“My mouth can’t form these words”…”Is it French, or is it Italian…perhaps Fritalian!”

Dunkin’ Donuts, you order in English.

Love it!

Patriotism at it’s best right here people!

 John McCain’s remarks about the Pledge of Allegiance!

In light of the recent appeals court ruling in California , with respect to the Pledge of Allegiance, the following recollection from Senator John McCain is very appropriate:
“The Pledge of Allegiance” - by Senator John McCain

As you may know, I spent five and one half years as a prisoner of war during the Vietnam War. In the early years of our imprisonment, the NVA kept us in solitary confinement or two or three to a cell. In 1971 the NVA moved us from these conditions of isolation into large rooms with as many as 30 to 40 men to a room.

This was, as you can imagine, a wonderful change and was a direct result of the efforts of millions of Americans onbehalf of a few hundred POWs 10,000 miles from home.

One of the men who moved into my room was a young man named Mike Christian.

Mike came from a small town near Selma , Alabama He didn’t wear a pair of shoes until he was 13 years old. At 17, he enlisted in the US Navy. He later earned a commission by going to Officer Training School Then he became a Naval Flight Officer and was shot down and captured in 1967. Mike had a keen and deep appreciation of the opportunities this country and our military provide for people who want to work and want to succeed.

As part of the change in treatment, the Vietnamese allowed some prisoners to receive packages from home. In some of these packages were handkerchiefs, scarves and other items of clothing.

Mike got himself a bamboo needle. Over a period of a couple of months, he created an American flag and sewed on the inside of his shirt.

Every afternoon, before we had a bowl of soup, we would hang Mike’s shirt on the wall of the cell and say the Pledge of Allegiance.

I know the Pledge of Allegiance may not seem the most important part of our day now, but I can assure you that in that stark cell it was indeed the most important and meaningful event.

One day the Vietnamese searched our cell, as they did periodically, and discovered Mike’s shirt with the flag sewn inside, and removed it.

That evening they returned, opened the door of the cell, and for the benefit of all of us, beat Mike Christian severely for the next couple of hours Then, they opened the door of the cell and threw him in. We cleaned him up as well as we could.

The cell in which we lived had a concrete slab in the middle on which we slept Four naked light bulbs hung in each corner of the room.

As I said, we tried to clean up Mike as well as we could. After the excitement died down, I looked in the corner of the room, and sitting there beneath that dim light bulb with a piece of red cloth, another shirt and his bamboo needle, was my friend, Mike Christian. He was sitting there with his eyes almost shut from the beating he had received, making another American flag. He was not making the flag because it made Mike Christian feel better. He was making that flag because he knew how important it was to us to be able to Pledge our allegiance to our flag and country.

So the next time you say the Pledge of Allegiance, you must never forget the sacrifice and courage that thousands of Americans have made to build our nation and promote freedom around the world

You must remember our duty, our honor, and our country

“I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.” 

We have recently gotten in the habit of going downstairs and starting our cars approximately 15 minutes before we leave to avoid having to actually get the scraper out and do any work.

We did this today, but it didn’t go quite as well.  Britt and I walked downstairs and got in our cars at the same time.  I went to turn my wipers on to wipe away the snow residue only to find out that my wipers were frozen to the windshield.  I looked over and Brittany was having the same issue.  I certainly hope no one was watching us, because we both looked retarded.  We both got out and were banging at our windshields while complaining loudly. I think Britt almost broke hers off cuz she got a little carried away with the pulling and the banging of the helpless little wipers. Anyways, it wasn’t fun.

On another note, I was singing to myself in the car, just jammin’ away when I happened to look over and see someone laughing hysterically and making fun of me….it was Brittany. Like she hasn’t done that before anyways.

All this to say that we are SO OVER winter, and snow, and ice. Thanks.

Most people think that today is Valentine’s Day..well it’s not.

Today is the release date of one of the greatest movies ever made.

Step Up 2 ladies & gentlemen!  This is the most important thing happening today, not all that mushy gushy heart stuff…just in case you didn’t know!

Be there or be square!

The other night we were flippin through the On Demand stuff on cable.

 We stumbled upon the “Instructional Dance Moves” section, and out of pure curiosity, clicked on it.

The one we chose to watch was “How to Pop, Lock, & Drop It”

It started off with the Instructor of the video saying “Now pay attention, cuz i’m bout to e-da-ma-cate you fools.”  Woo,  she schooled us alright! It was quite possibly one of the most entertaining things we’ve ever seen, and strongly encourage you to view it for yourself! They also have the instructional video of how to do the “spongebob”, which we’ve learned is pretty much a ghetto version of the charleston.

Just think, In only 6 minutes you too can learn how to pop, lock, and drop it…and drop it like its hot as well, if ya got mad skills!

This past weekend the parental units gave us a new tv (mad props by the way mom and pops!)!!!

As much as we loved our old tv from circa 1960, we said a tearful goodbye, thanked it for it’s loyalty, and bid it farewell.

The one major bummer was that while carrying our new tv into our humble abode, my father smashed in my mirror, which was upsetting all on it’s own, but even more so when you plop yourself down at 6:30am on leftover shardes of glass..that’ll wake you up!

 My favorite part was probably when instead of carrying the old tv down 3 flights of stairs, my dad went to ask our pot smoking neighbors if they would like to have it.  We had to wait for him to dress himself before he came over to look at it, and then decided that he would take it.  It got better when my dad told him that he just got out of jail a few weeks ago, but not to worry because he didn’t really kill him! Our poor neighbors face was priceless!

So anyyywayyyys…Mr. Cable Man is coming today between 4 & 6 (yea right) to install some box we need to actually see things in HD, and then after that, we will have officially moved out of the land of “ghettoness” and into the world of “high definition coolness.”

Congratualtions to us.