Oh, I can hit the sticks on those brums.

Do you ever feel the urge to write, without having anything in particular to say? That's how I feel right about now.

It's Saturday afternoon, and I've accomplished a whole lot of nothing. Mostly, I've been playing Lego Star Wars, the original trilogy, on my PS2.

It's raining outside, with lots of thunder. Allegedly there's a tornado watch, which I always find entertaining. You know my love of tornadoes. :)

The Texas Rangers are going to the World Series for the first time ever in the 50 year career, and I'm pretty stoked about that. I think the reason that I love the Rangers, aside from the fact that I've lived here all my life, is that I absolutely love Nolan Ryan. I was there at his 7th no hitter game, May 1, 1991. I was 5, just about to be 6. I had no idea what was going on, but I was there! And last summer, when he was the Grand Marshal of the Arlington 4th of July Parade, he looked right at me and waved. My nana saw it. She'll vouch for me.

Now it's starting to really come down outside. The only thing is, I can't find Charlie. Muffin's inside, but Charlie is no where to be found. We're going to have one wet kitty when this blows over. Maybe I'll go try and find here again.

This from a woman with a Hello Kitty waffle iron.

I got rid of my second blog, which now makes this my second blog. I'm back down to two. Yay me.

And what's sadder is that I think I just spent the last half hour looking up a quote that I felt was suitable for this post's title.

That's all I came up with, although I did consider "I love my little circus freak." and "Look at all the pretty candy!"

I'm sure we'll get around to those someday. I wonder if this blog will last long enough that we'll run out of quotes. Then we'll actually have to think of our own titles. Scary.

Paris, Rory . . . bedwetter

Oh innocent reader, you have no idea what you have stumbled upon. We're thrilled to have you here! Although, contrary to what my counterpart said, you might be cooler than Amy Sherman Palladino, you're definitely not cooler than Janis from the Muppets. I mean, come on, she's the only girl in Electric Mayhem! You can't top that.

Kat and I really do understand the Gilmore Girls on a much deeper level than you. We're not merely fans, it's more of an addiction, some might say akin to a sickness. But if enjoying the wit that comes from Lorelai, Rory and pals is a sickness, then I don't want to get better. And just because the show ended years ago, doesn't mean that I watch it any less. That's what DVD's are for!

So, Kat, speaking of what we now watch obsessively, you realize that if we'd gone to a high school where slushies in the face were routinely given to dorky choir kids, we would have been recipients of those many times. What, with the show choir rehersals, and prepping for solo and ensemble, all state, etc. We would have had to wear rain coats for protection.

Reader, enjoy the madness that is to come!