Yesterday, for the first time ever, I participated in a political survey. Correction, I participated in part of a political survey. I got probably almost all the way through (I honestly don't know how far), got sick of it and hung up. What happened was this: I was sitting around the house minding my own sweet business, when Monkey shoves the phone at me yelling, "Dot. Dot! Phone!!" You gotta be careful when she answers the phone because she will literally shove it at you and you better hope you're not sitting down or otherwise in reach because she will, if she can, place the phone next to your face so the person on the other line can then hear everything you are saying. Fortunately, I was standing up and I don't think they heard anything more than Monkey's thumb rubbing against the mouthpiece. I asked who it was thinking it was work, and hoping for even just the few seconds warning I could get, but Monkey had no idea. Uh oh, because she usually knows when work is calling...well, maybe it's a friend. Though not likely because people usually call my phone. I answer and my immediate reaction when she replies is to hang up. No, that's rude, I tell myself. I have gotten a few lectures from dad after urging him to just hang up on the political surveyors that we all despise so much. Okay, okay, I guess I can answer a few questions. They were your usual questions you'd expect a few months before a Presidential election. 'On a scale of zero-to-ten, with zero being not at all likely, and ten being very likely, how likely are you to vote for Democratic candidate Barack Obama? Republican candidate John McCain?' etc. 'Are you more likely to vote for someone who holds a pro-life position or a pro-choice position? For gun control or against it?' etc, etc. When had finished with the Presidential candidates, and the candidates for Senate and the House, she started on something, I'm not sure exactly what it was but I was having a hard time hearing her and all I heard was something about a scale of zero-to-one hundred before I found my thumb on the 'end' button and the gosh-darn-appendage had shut the phone off on me. Oh, darn.

I didn't end up watching Laws of Attraction or The Holiday last Friday. I ended up watching the independent film Two Brothers and a Bride (A.K.A. A Foreign Affair) with Tim Blake Nelson and David Arquette. For you girls out there, David Arquette is the brother in Never Been Kissed. And Tim Blake Nelson is Dr. Pendanski from Holes. Weird combo, I know, and Blake Nelson is not the guy I would pick for a leading man in a romance, not for lack of skill, he's a pretty good actor but for lack of chemistry and, uh, charisma with the ladies, but still an interesting movie. It is considered a comedy but it isn't really funny enough for a comedy, but not serious enough for a drama. I enjoyed it for what it was but it is not likely to be seen by me again anytime soon. Tonight I think I'll watch The Mummy. Seeing all the adds for The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor, has got me in a Mummy mood. Besides, it gives me a good excuse to watch Brendan Fraser run around kicking butt.

I made dinner today. Ever since my dad found it, I have been rather obsessed with the cooking blog Castsuger. He had been looking for something new to make for Sunday breakfast as we were all getting a little sick of waffles and french toast, when he found Castsugar's recipe for baked oatmeal. He changed it a little, substituting pecans for the walnuts because I am allergic. It is amazing though. Pour a little cream on top when fresh and piping hot out of the oven. Yum. Ahem, anyways, dinner. I check the blog once or twice a week, drool over the pictures and descriptions then leave it alone. Yesterday, however, I showed mum one of the latest posts that actually looked pretty easy and the only strange ingredient was some foreign pasta that we subbed out. I couldn't make it yesterday because mum already had dinner planned but today I made Orecchiette with Sausage, Cremini Mushrooms, and Peas. Gourmet sounding, I know.   I did have to change a few things though. I didn't have the orecchiette or the peas, so I subbed plain ol' shells and sugar snap peas. Personally, I prefer the sugar snap peas. Oh, I also didn't have fresh Parmesan so I used the pre-grated stuff. I believe fresh Parmesan would have been much much better, but it was pretty good none the less. To finish it off, we will be having Strawberry Shortcake for dessert, made with real homemade biscuits and whipped cream, not whipped topping. Oh, please, stop drooling, you're going to short-circuit your keyboard. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must make said biscuits.

Today I decided that I needed to write more than I do. So I resurrected ye ol' blog. Unfortunately I don't have much of interest to write today so I may end up rambling but bear with me, I will eventually have something of interest on this thing. In fact, if I can manage to get meself a lappy of my own, this new-fangled updating idea just may become a regular thing....hey you never know...pigs could fly!

I've been listening to a lot of Skillet the past couple days. And only their harder songs too. Not sure why though. I don't usually go for that sort of stuff. I guess you could say I'm more of a classic rock/easy listening kind of chick. I really like Skillet's lyrics though. Comforting in a depressing sort of way I guess.

I've discovered a new addiction: Oreo Fudgees. Lemme tell ya; Heaven. On. Earth.