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Mercedes. That is the middle name we’ve chosen for Gabriella. However, I’m starting to have second thoughts about it.
It was my Granny’s name and that’s why I wanted to give her that name. However, I just found out that my cousin already gave her daughter that middle name. And besides that, she’s going to have one freakin’ long name. Gabriella Mercedes Long Mexican Last Name.
I know people rarely write out their entire name, but even so, it’s a long name.
So… I’ve been thinking of other names that would go with Gabriella and I thought of my mothers middle name. Rae. Gabriella Rae. I think it’s cute. Very cute. Tony hates it.
What do you think?
Gabriella Rae?
Gabriella Mercedes?
P.S. I love how you people always chose my side in these matters, I’m sure you won’t dissappoint me!

Calif. education secretary apologizes for comment to girl.
This is one of the funniest “politician moments” I’ve ever seen. I literally choked on my Honey Bunches of Oats cereal because I didn’t expect it.
The scene: Richard Riordan reading to preschoolers.
Little girl: “Did you know my name means Egyptian Goddess”?
RR: (thinking the little girl asked him if he knows what her name means) “It means “stupid, dirty girl.”
Um… ok…
I have no idea what the hell the man was thinking when he said that. Apparently, he thought it was a funny little joke, but no one else did. Except me, of course. I mean, it’s not funny in the sense that he probably made the little “Goddess” cry, but for Chrissakes… to see the man clearly lose his mind on videotape? In front of preschoolers? Priceless.

My neighbors done gone and out did themselves!

I’ve been hearing suspicious noises at night. It sounds like something slamming up against the wooden fence. I figured it was the cannon they like to shoot off at night.

I was wrong.
It’s their latest “we’re drunk, we got no job, we’re high on speed and got nothing better to do” invention.
The sound I hear is that of a potato being shot out of The Potato Launcher they built. ALL BY THEMSELVES!
They’re proud as hell of their invention! And they should be, because not only can you shoot potatoes, you can light rags on fire, launch them, , aim them at your grown son and light his shirt on fire!

Geniuses, I tell you.

My worst fear has come true.
I have Lumpy Ass. I’m not talking about the kind of lumpy ass you can see when you’re naked, I’m talking about the kind of lumpy ass you can see through my clothing. The kind of lumpy ass that people can see when they’re walking behind me. You know what I’m talking about? Yeah? Well, I officially have it. And I can NOT blame that on being pregnant.

How did I ever live without Oxiclean?
Now that it has come into my life, I can’t imagine living without it and it’s magical cleaning powers. It has made cleaning my bathtub an experience like no other. One where I marvel at the ease in which I am able to remove the filth and grime. One where I call my husband into the bathroom so he can marvel with me and we can both praise the almighty powder together.
Oh, how I love thee, Oxiclean and how I bless the day I decided to spend the $5 and give you a try.

I have a plan.
My plan is to shut my computer off for the rest of the day so I can get some work done around here.
The entire day. OFF.
I can do this. Especially because I don’t have any kind of addiction to my computer/internet/blog/aim. No, I really don’t. I can totally live without it. For ONE day, that is. Sure I can.

You people who have no respect for the game of basketball, you who mock the sport by calling it ridiculous … What the hell is wrong with you? Basketball is the greatest game ever. I love it so much, I’d use my body to wipe the sweat off the floor of the court. It’s exciting, fast paced, unpredictable and they don’t stop the game every 2 seconds for commercials (like some other stupid sport I know of.) 48 minutes of pure pleasure. That’s what basketball is.
Respect it, man.