Baptithed

Jersey and Aaliyah were baptised a couple of weeks ago. Or as Aaliyah says, "baptithed." She has a lisp. It's hilarious. You should hear her say "shrimp."

Anyway, despite three people bringing cameras to the church to document the christening, we got barely any pictures. All the cameras died. Very mysterious. As I stood up to sponsor the girls, along with my brother and sister for each other's daughter, I heard a loud stage whisper behind me: "THE CAMERA DIED!" Ay yi yi.

Aaliyah was baptized first, the pastor sprinkling water across her forehead. Then after he repeated the action with Jersey, Aaliyah cried out, "Do it again!!" She also cried out a lot of other things during the entire service: "Where's Auntie April?" "Are we done yet?" "Can we have pancakes?"

During a short children's service, where any kids in attendance go up to speak with the pastor, Jersey was the lone participant. The message was supposed to be about how the words of the Bible are sweeter than honey. So the pastor asked Jerz if she liked sweet things, then held the microphone to her mouth. She just nodded. Then he said, "What is your favorite type of sweet things?" He held the mic out again. She replied, quite matter-of-factly, "Sugar!" The congregation cracked up. The pastor chuckled, saying, "Boy, you went straight for it, didn't you?" haha.

So, here's the one pic I was able to snap before my camera rebelled. Such little ladies.

When I got back home, I changed the camera batteries and was able to take a few more pictures. Then, mysteriously, the camera died another death. DUM-DUM-DUUUMMM!

I did take a pic of Jersey since she was the first one seated at the table for lunch. It made me laugh because when I was little, I also was always the first one ready to eat. (Cuz that's totally changed now... Er...) Here's my uncle Don with the Werz.

This actually is from my cousin's children's baptisms about a month ago. The theme is the same, so I included these for your enjoyment. Look at those cheeseballs.

One last pic of LiLi. She was shy around all the strangers. She barely left Gram's (my mom) side.

This and that

I've been a slacker when it comes to blogging. But there are so many other venues for informing friends what's going on in my life that I just get lazy when it comes to my blog. I try to be creative on Twitter, on MySpace, on Facebook, in my writing group. Leaves me too tired for anything else.

So, what's new?

Jersey, 4-1/2, and Aaliyah, 2-1/2, are both getting baptized tomorrow morning into our Lutheran church. Which reminds me, I need to buy some white tights. Uh, for the girls, not for me. My legs already look like white tights.

We're having a small lunch afterward at my grandparents' house. I will be making my magically delicious crab salad. It's Mmm, Mmm good. I know, I'm mixing my food slogans, but I'm really okay with that.

Went to Rachel's (work Rachel) house last night for some Guitar Hero. Her dog is psycho, btw. Then we watched The Dark Knight. It was my first time watching it since opening night in the theaters, so I was anxious to see if it was as good as I remembered. It was better. There are very few times when "villains" actually do their job in scaring me, and even though I'd seen the movie before, Heath Ledger still creeped the bejeezus out of me. The Dark Knight kicks The Watchmen's ass down the road and back again.

And I may start taking a closer look at moving on. From this town, I mean, not the world. haha. *fingers crossed* My grandmother's Alzheimer's is progressing steadily worse. If--when--she goes to a nursing home, I'll need to find somewhere else to live. I'm pretty sure I'll head north, back to Superior. I miss it up there.

I wish I knew how to post videos from my phone to the blog. Ya'll are missing out on some cute Jersey & Aaliyah moments. Especially Jerz's "old chap!" clips. HUHlarious!

Tonight I'm meeting my Facebook Book It! group for the first time in Eau Claire! I know most of the people already, but I'll make some new acquaintances. Plus, hello? There will be pizza, and it will be goooood.

Two cents

So, I guess the blog world is in a tizzy because someone stole posts from other blogs and passed it off as their own. (too lazy to linky link) It's lame, obviously, but it's not the end of the world, people. So this person is completely unoriginal and claimed the posts as her own. Big whoop. From the ones I read, the posts she copied were filled with general observations about spring and all it brings to mind.

I'm not making excuses for her. I don't even know who she is. But you know who I really feel sorry for? Not the people whose blogs were emulated, but for all the readers of Chicky's blog. They invested time and perhaps even an emotional attachment to whoever was writing. Come on, I can't be the only one who was pissed off when that Cordy's Helpless Romance or whatever the hell it was called turned out to be a steaming pile of bullcrap. When that so-called author sought comments and emails, posing as a young girl in emotional distress, that was a shitty thing to do. In comparison, shoplifting some thoughts on spring? Not so bad.

My funniness gets hijacked all the time! If I got angry every time it happened, I'd be on perma-simmer. I once had a girl who was dating the guy I liked (he was one of my best friends, so we had *everything* in common) start copying everything I did. I'd hear her use the same one-liners or jokes I'd said earlier, making it sound like she'd come up with it. She suddenly became a literature expert (until I tested her knowledge and found it severely lacking). People, she even freaking permed her hair!

And I swear to God Kristen and I came up with Beardface (pronounced Bay-ard-fah-say) long before Scrubs did.

Is it okay, then, for people to take credit whether credit certainly isn't due? No, not at all. But from what I've been able to see, the actual authors of the blogs that were getting ripped off are quite genial about it. Laughing, even. It's some others in the blog world who appear to be fanning the flames of self-righteousness. So before anyone decides to continue the finger-pointing, how about asking yourself when you last quoted a movie or TV show and didn't immediately follow it up with a disclaimer. Open blogs are in the public domain just as much as films and television.

Let's just hope this stealer-of-posts has learned her lesson, not to mention anyone else who may have been tempted to blog-lift. And if not, you know what they say: Imitation is the highest form of admiration.