Hey Saddam, how's it hangin'?

So Mom turns on the news this morning, and there's "SADDAM EXECUTED" in huge letters on the bottom of the screen. And some people in Iraq and America are thinking, "Ding dong, the dictator is dead!" Iraq I can understand. America, well not so much as Iraq, but I can stilll understand. But some are still thinking that he should still be in power, not starting to turn to worm food. And that's what I'm worried about.
You know what I'm thinking?

Bad idea. BAAAADDD idea.

I don't like the death penalty. i just don't think it does any good-where does anyone get by killing people when you could just as easily sentence them to death in prison, which is what a life sentence is. I'm also not sure about the humaneness of the death penalty, either. I've seen stories about botched executions, when the victim-OK, gotta stop or I'll lose my Cinnamon Toast Crunch all over the carpet.

Another thing-there are still some people that liked Saddam and are mourning for him as I write this. Other people are celebrating iin the street. This could get ugly. December was the bloodiest month in Iraq since the war started. How can we know that this won't trigger even more violence? I think that this will not help Iraq find peace, but will hurt.

This war isn't black and white, right and wrong. It's all shades of gray. America wants to see in black and white, so they see in black and white.

That's one more bad idea.

Wii posting

Hey everyone! I'm posting this from my Nintendo Wii. It's pretty cool being able to post from my TV. Anyhoo, I gotta go. My brother is gonna kill me if I don't get off this Wii.

From Tris

Viva Vermont!

Hey, it's me again-after a huge battle with writer's block and a ski vacation to Okemo Mountain. OK, it was probably a semi-ski vacation because it rained hlf the time and we couldn't ski two of the days that we were supposed to ski. Aaaannnddd...because of the rain aaannnndddd the warm temperatures aaaannnndddd the humidity, only 38 tralis out of 120 were open. Talk about a ripoff!

Or maybe it's just an inconvenient truth.

Anyhoo, I bet you're thinking right now, "When's Tris going to tell me about the hot guy she met on the slopes? There's got to be one, there always are!" For all of you silly people who have been reading all those little books with the pastel covers who think that there are ALWAYS guys to be met when you ski or board, think again. The closest guy to my age in my ski group was my 10-year-old brother. (Dammit, I hate being the oldest kid in the ski school sometimes...) Now go whack yourself over the head with that book and a killer rabbit, you sill person! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of...OK, enough with that.

Wait! What's this? Oh, the 15-year-old assistant instructor on my first day did look a bit like the Cho Bros' (from TAR10) lost sibling, but the littler kids kept asking him if he had a girlfriend and I couldn't get a word in. Who winds up all these 8-year-olds in the morning?

Merry (late) Christmas and happy (late) Hannukah and a happy (early) New Year to all of you!

PS: I did get a huge free candy cane from a guy that was not dressed up in a Santa suit. But that was because my dad and brother got stuck on a trail while the groomers were coming. I had gotten down ahead of them and was stuck on the lift house porch for 15 minutes because I didn't have a key to our condo, and the lift operator gave it to me. Sorry to disappoint y'all!

Dancing bears

Bears dance to What Is Love-courtesy of yoooooooouuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrssssssss truly!

STALKER ALERT!!!!!

WANTED: One very annoying idiot whose name I will not reveal


Charged with stalking innocent eighth grader in suburban JOWHRWEUIHR (if you're reading this blog, you probably know where I live, and if you don't, I'm not telling you here)

AGE: Biological: 13 (probably) Mental: 8

HAIR: Brown

EYES: Brown

HEIGHT: Shorter than me

WEIGHT: Lighter than me

CHARGES: Yelling out stalkee's name at random places, embarrasment in front of friends, attempted pantsing, attempted hugs, public declarations of unwelcome affection, immature behavior.

THE STALKEE (HEREAFTER KNOWN AS TRIS) HAS BEEN ATTEMPTING TO FEND STALKER OFF WITH SARCASTIC REMARKS AND ATTEMPTED KICKS IN PAINFUL PLACES TO BE KICKED, BUT TRIS IS RUNNING OUT OF PATIENCE AND WITTY COMEBACKS. IF STALKER IS SEEN, PLEASE REPORT IMMEDIATELY TO NEAREST POLICE STATION.

Get up, get up, get up and shake your napkin!

Wonder why I was in Little Italy on Sunday? Well, here's your answer. I was at a finale party for TAR10 at Puglia's. A man named Jorge entertained everyone, and that's who's singing. Was I dancing too? Well, tell me, would YOU be able to not dance?

Is it a rule...

that the band has to play "Winter Wonderland" EVERY FREAKING YEAR? I heard it three years ago, I heard it the year after that, I heard it last year, and I heard it this year. Seriously, will this district get rid of the atupid "Grinch" law? (For those of you who don't go to my school that means we can't sing holiday music. ANY holiday music, including American carols like "Santa Claus is Coming To Town.)

But this year, the boy behind me was singing "Walking Round in Women's Underwear" so I started laughing quietly. I bet the other kids were thinking, "What is that crazy girl doing laughing at WInter Wonderland?" If only they knew...

Why don't you laugh too?

Snowflakes for a cause

This snowflake maker is really addictive, and sends money to the Salvation Army. Enjoy!

Wooo!

Number ONE!

PS: Yes. I have no life.

Celine's Revenge, Part Deux

Celine continues to exact her revenge on me for flipping her the bird on Thanksgiving. This time, I was trapped in a Lord and Taylor dressing room standing guard over a bunch of expensive shirts while Mom went to look for a shirt in the right size. I was stranded with no iPod or earplugs-and Celine butchered "Blue Christmas" over Lord and Taylor's loudspeakers. Celine, you can hit me with any Christmas song you want to butcher-I will just mock you inhumanly on this blog!



PS: But will you lay off "Blue Christmas?" That song was sung too great by Elvis for you to get your paws on it.

PPS: And do not under any circumstances sing Dominic The Donkey.

PPPS: Or the Chipmunk Song!

First is the worst, second is the best...

...and third is the one who forgot to get dressed!

Celine's Revenge

Well, Celine must have been pissed that I flipped her off on Thanksgiving, because I certainly was the object of some revenge tonight.

I was at a holiday party-you know, holiday music playing in the background, candy canes on the tree, that whole chestnut. So I was hanging out in a room with thick carpeting, when Mom told me it was time to go. Just as I was leaving, I noticed that I had lost an earring. Just as I bent down, Celine Dion's "Feliz Navidad" came over the speakers. And I couldn't leave or cover my ears, because I was busy looking.

Guess when I found the damned thing?

Just as the song ended.

Karma hates me.

PS: Does anyone know of an antidote to Celine Dion songs being stuck in your head? I have already tried Dominic the Donkey. Didn't work.