Bugged

Dear Lego Corporation,

My name is Charlottalove.

I happen to like Volkswagen Bugs.

Well, like is an understatement.

I guess I love VWs. Okay, okay, I'm obsessed.
Anyway, I noticed you have a new set available.
...titled CHARLOTTE
Are you kidding me?
A Volkswagen beetle set called Charlotte?!?
Did I just die and go to VW heaven?
Lego, I think I love you. We were meant to be together. Just like two connecting pieces.

Signed, Charlottalove

Angels and Demon

Happy (belated) Mother's Day to all you moms reading this. I hope those loved ones in your life did something to let you know how appreciated you really are.

Shelly Belly certainly made Mama Mia's day when this arrived.
It's 6 angels sitting on a bench. How fitting since Mama Mia and P2 have 6 of us chill'en.

I took a good look and, from what I can figure, this angelic group represents us fairly accurately. The first angel is Johnny-Cherie. She's always leaning on someone with her arm linked through theirs. Although this angel isn't linking arms but it's cuddly, just like Johnny.

The next angel is me. I'm sitting next to Smelly-Shelly. I've linked my arm and I seem to have a concerned face as I look at Shelly ~ an almost eldest-sister type of concern and love. ...but it's all a show. If anyone in the family is going to 'sympathize' with sarcasm, it's me. I feel that this angel is a bit of a prankster. Meanwhile, Smelly-Shelly, the mature sister at times, seems to look at me with a 'oh, won't you ever grow up?' look. Just like real life in a way.
(Isn't that right Smelly-Shelly?)

Which brings me to Julia Gulia. She and Smelly are the closest in age. They were always together when they were young girls and formed a tight sisterly bond. These two angels are smack dab in the center and seem to share a history.

Now, one thing I've never mentioned on this blog is Julia Gulia and her hugs. Man, the girl loves hugs. Especially from Little Boy Blue. Oh, I should mention that Little Boy Blue doesn't really like hugs. Especially ones from Julia Gulia. Which is fitting that Julia Gulia's angel is trying to embrace Little Boy Blue as he tries desperately to push her away from him.

Just one angel left. Looks to me like this angel is bored. He's looking at his fingers as if to imply his cuticles are more important than this silly group activity. The only sibling left is TheDeanInc ...but he couldn't care less about his cuticles. Surely this isn't TheDeanInc. In fact, something's just not right about this angel. It's like it's almost TheDeanInc and yet...something's just...I don't know, I can't put my finger on it.

TheDeanInc? Is that you? TheDeeeeeeeeeeeeeanInnnnnnnnnnnc? Where are you?

Oh! There you are! Yes, that's TheDeanInc I know.

There you are Mama Mia. Happy Mother's Day from all your angels.
And your son.

Sense: This Post Makes None

I saw this picture again today.

And then I saw this.

I can just hear the conversation. Darth Vader is at a party of some sort. The host comes to him and says, "DV, hey man, there's someone I want you to meet. This is Kitty."

[loud inhale and exhale] "Hello Kitty."

"Hello, Darth."

And while I'm making no sense,

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeere's Chewbacca!

The Mother of All Pranks

I brought my lunch to school nearly every day when I was young. Mama Mia taught me and TheDeanInc to pack our own lunch the night before a school day. In the morning, all we had to do was grab our lunch box and head to school. TheDeanInc and I hated making our lunches and would try to negotiate this task back to Mama Mia. She rarely consented.

One night she offered.

TheDeanInc and I were thrilled. Mama Mia was going to make our lunch. Yipee!

As if making my lunch weren't already enough, I opened my bag the next day to find chips, some chocolate, yogurt, and a sandwich. I'd hit the jackpot. Yogurt was only for special occasions. Oh I loved yogurt. And chips? February 29th was more common at my house. We never had chips. Ever. And chocolate? My mom's idea of a treat was an apple slice dipped in peanut butter. Chocolate was more unusual than chips.

I ignored the questions surrounding my mom's sudden mental state and started eating.

The sandwich, probably peanut butter, was fine. I grabbed my bag of Cheetoh chips. I couldn't wait to lick the orange powder off each finger. I opened the bag.

Doritos? That was odd.

Doritos would be fine, I guess. I couldn't believe the chip company had mixed the bag.

Next was the yogurt. My flavor was bubble gum - yes, bubble gum. I opened the container. The plastic seal was missing but I was more concerned with gobbling yummy yogurt than worrying about a silly seal. The flavor was a bit off, though. It tasted more like strawberry than bubble gum.

Finally, the chocolate! This was the best lunch ever! I opened my box of Raisinets. They looked different than I remembered but, it'd been awhile. I popped one in my mouth and

Milkduds?

What was this lunch?

After school I discussed some things with TheDeanInc. He'd had a weird lunch as well. In fact, he had Cheetos in his Doritos bag, bubble gum flavored yogurt in his strawberry container, and Raisinets in his MilkDud box.

Was he thinking what I was thinking...?

We grabbed some paper. We brainstormed our letter to Frito Lay and Nestle. They needed to know they'd made a mistake. Who knew how many bags and boxes were affected. Due to our kindness in alerting them to this mistake, would they consider offering us a year supply of chips and chocolate. Sincerely, us.

We proudly showed our work to Mama Mia. She'd be so happy that we worked a solution on our own. And maybe, just maybe, we'd share a bag or two with her.

"Guys, do you know what the date is today?"
"...no..."
"It's the 1st of April. In other words, April Fools!"

She'd taken the time to carefully open the chip bags, swap them, and glue the bag shut again. Mama Mia had taken a spatula, completely scrapped each yogurt container into a small cup, and switched the flavors. She'd also opened the chocolate boxes, replaced them with the wrong chocolate, and glued the ends together.

She got us. She got us good.

A Thank You Letter

Blogger Friends,

Have I ever told you why I’m hesitant to start projects or goals? It’s ‘the end’ that scares me. The unknown that accompanies any completed task. Sure there is a sense of satisfaction but …what now? Sometimes I fear the end so much that I don’t begin. Take blogging for example. I hesitated for so long before I starting a blog because I didn’t know if I could sustain it. What if I ran out of things to say? What if life got so busy that I neglected what was once my favorite hobby? Those thoughts crippled me.

I began a blog anyway.

It’s been a wonderful aspect of my life for the past few years. Honestly, I never expected it to last this long. And so, with much sadness, I face a fear.

The end of my blog is here.

What now? I don’t know. I do know this, if you ever are near Athens, Georgia and you want a face to face, real time update of my life, give me a call. I’d love to thank my blog-friends in person for blessing my life.

~Charlotte

867-5309

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The joke's over. I'm not leaving.