I'm back. They said they moved my data when I was gone to the new site, but I can't find it. Will keep you posted, but right now I was crazy enough to invite some kids over today. Yaaa... must remember that coming back from a trip requires more cleaning than normal. Ugh. Was hoping to post on the new site about our trip, we'll see if they respond to me tonight.
Hubby reminded me we had a maintenance contract on our washer and dryer. So I called, and they came out to check it out. The man found 3 socks in my washer. Here is the front of my washer:
Now watch as I pull back the rubber piece... this is where 3 socks were hiding...
Yep, glad I called the maintenance man. He also found assorted change in the washer AND dryer. Sigh.
There is a blog I read called Zen Habits. This last week, he put out a post on Simplifying with Children in your life...
Here is an example that made me smile:
Toy bins. It’s an inevitable fact of life that kids have lots of toys, and that they will be everywhere. You will drive yourself crazy if you try to manage them with dictator-like ruthlessness. Instead, let kids play, but have lots of bins where they can toss the toys inside when they’re done. Then cleaning up is a cinch — they just toss everything on the floor into the bins, and move on to making their next mess. You can have designated bins for certain toys (this one’s for Legos, this one’s for stuffed animals, this one’s for cars), and also have some general-purpose bins for things that don’t fit anywhere else. Don’t be too strict about them — the whole purpose is to make things simpler.
If you come to my house... you'll discover the labels on my bins have been removed. Yet the kids know where the dinosaurs go versus the star wars toys. Took me a while to learn this one.
There are other good tips, some I do already and some I am heading in that direction. It is just nice to see common sense written down for those of us who have to work so hard at it. GRIN. Go check it out if you want to see his suggestions for simplification.
Really. I was told that by one of Bou's sons. Ok, he didn't tell me, but he asked his mom if I shrunk. Her boys haven't seen me and my boys together in 6 months. Tater and Tot have grown considerably since then. He thought I shrunk, not that my boys were that much taller. I still smile every time I think of it. I like that answer... I shrunk.
|You Are Fairly Normal|
Like most people you are normal in some ways...
But you aren't a completely normal person. You're a little weird too!
Why You Are Normal:
You know a lot about a few subjects
You rather be screwed over than screw someone else over
You think glasses can make someone more attractive
You'd rather have rats than cockroaches in your home
You eat the frosting first
Why You Aren't Normal:
You prefer a good nap to a good meal
You don't keep up with your horoscope
When you're in a car, you prefer to be the passenger
You prefer your family to your friends
You are no longer with your first love
The dentist appointment went well. They deep cleaned my upper right teeth. That sounded gross but didn't hurt. The extraction went well but I felt it. And when he started scraping the 'infected' area out, I really felt it. It took 3 more shots. Ugh.
All of this probably wouldn't be in my mind except for no sleep last night. Oh, I got great medicine. The problem is children. Tot woke myself and hubby up at 2am. Hubby went in to take care of him. A few minutes later I hear a holler for mom. Sigh. I get up to check on Tater and it wasn't Tater. Tot was fussing. Once he saw me, that was it. Turns out he needed to be nebulized. He went to sleep shortly after that... but I didn't. I couldn't get comfortable. I usually sleep on my left side and of course I couldn't last night. Ugh. I even took another pain pill. All that did was make the pain go away, it didn't put me to sleep.
Ok, off to get the kids ready for school. Later!
One of the blogs I read has a real problem. Her daughter is missing. HERE is the post with the daughter's picture. There are two more posts, THIS ONE about all the people helping out and THIS ONE from a very scared mom. Please take just a minute and say a prayer for this family and all of those helping out. If you have the time, leave Cynthia a comment. Thank you.
Well folks, I did not have my deep tooth cleaning on Friday. We went over what need to be done on the extraction and decided to do it all at once. I have got to be out of my mind. Then again, they are giving me some majorly good drugs on Thursday to 'relax' me before the procedure. Yes I am stressing about it. Yes it will go find and I will be alright. Doesn't stop me from worrying about it.
Anyone know of a great massage therapist in South Florida that is really really cheap? GRIN
Life has dealt me some ... interesting obstacles. When I saw this cloud formation this weekend, I had to go get the camera and take some pictures (click to enlarge to see the 'wings')...
I also noticed the new growth on the cypress trees:
And about ten minutes later, the clouds had moved but still looked lovely:
My husband took some pictures of me all dressed up. I had not realized how heavy I was until I looked at the pictures. But there are some advantages of being heavy... and he certainly took a picture of my... uhhhh... advantages...
Yes dear folks I am a rubenesque 5'1" woman. When I finally get off my keester and lose weight, I hope they drop some off... particularly I didn't realize how uhhh large I was until I saw the pictures my hubby took of me. Guess it's nice to have such a good attitude about my looks, but it wasn't getting me to take the weight off of me. Sigh.
Mom needs a break. Be back on Monday.
Seems I need a better course on how to raise kids for school. Geeze, my son has to be able to tell the characters, setting, problem (plot) and solution of every book he reads. He is in frick'n kindergarten. Ok, I'm tired... I have bronchitis... I had a cgi on monday and I'm going for a deep tooth cleaning on one side of my mouth and an extraction on the other tomorrow. Some one take the chocolate away from my house or I'm going to be 200 pounds before this week is over. 5 foot and 200 pounds. At least everyone would stay out of my way.
Update: Boy did that come out wrong. It is not just the reading, but the fact that he has to look at a picture and write a story about it that has characters, settings, problem and solution. No joke. Sigh. Someone give me a new brain please.
And I lost AGAIN at trying to get my kids some pokemon energy cards for their new pokemon. Ugh.
I was working on a program for a friend and this one item in it kept pestering me.
The American’s Creed
I believe in the United States of America as a government of the people, by the people, for the people, whose just powers are derived from the consent of the governed; a democracy in a Republic; a sovereign Nation of many sovereign States; a perfect Union, one and inseparable; established upon those principles of freedom, equality, justice, and humanity for which American patriots sacrificed their lives and fortunes.
I therefore believe it is my duty to my country to love it; to support its constitution; to obey its laws; to respect its flag and to defend it against all enemies. ~William Tyler Page
(As formally adopted by the Speaker of the House of Representatives, April 3, 1918)
What would it be like if we had the children of the USA say this right after the pledge? Yes, it is like brain washing... but I think we don't do enough to instill into our children what a great country we have and what we need to do to keep it great. What do you think?
Being a supporter of the military, when something simple comes along that makes a world of difference, I want to help out. Like sending an email or a postcard...
You can find the email and snail mail over HERE towards the bottom. I do not want spammers to get a hold of the email, so I am not posting it on my blog.
Here is a quote from the post that I think is very important to read even if you don't read the rest of the post but the email address...
Due to security reasons in Afghanistan please do not put addresses or phone numbers on any correspondence. All emails will be printed out here in the US and mailed to Afghanistan as they do not have the resources to receive a large number of emails. All letters and emails will be vetted to make sure there are no negative comments. These are letters of support, so please keep them positive and uplifting.
Keep in mind - Positive and Uplifting!!! Please, please take the time to send an email or postcard.
While at the dentist yesterday, the news said that they thought we might hit a record high of 89 today. And then a cold front will come through tonight/tomorrow morning. Tonight it is a low of 64 and tomorrow a high of 65. Huh??? Here is the rest of the forecast:
By this weekend it is suppose to be in the 80s again. Insane.
Been busy all weekend. Must have been the full moon but the kids were not well behaved, Tot had an asthma attack and I have been stressing about the Dentist. Yep, two different dentist visits in one day. Someone save me. I have some pictures that need posting along with some cute stories... If I can remember them in time to get them down... Thanks for stopping by... here is a picture to keep you smiling:
Life has just been busy. The boys have done stuff but by the end of the day... I have forgotten. I need to start writing it down. Heck, I lost my glasses and calculator yesterday. I still haven't found them. I doubt if I write stuff down I would be able to find it and post it in the morning. A little more patience please. I'm working at being more positive and I do need to post... just so I can look back at all the craziness of my life.
Ahhh... children... never a boring moment.
Seems the last week has been a dozy. I'm done in. It started last weekend with Tot running 103F for 3 days, then on to the asthma. Finally settled down by Friday night and my neighbor's car alarm goes off at 2:30am on Saturday night. That is a story all by itself, which I do not have the time nor inclination to type up. But I was up to about 5am. And then comes Tuesday morning. Ugh. Down here in South Florida, some insanely mean person came up with the idea of first come first serve for the Preschool but only on ONE day. I had to get up at 4am to be at the preschool this morning for the 7:30am registration if I wanted a chance to get my son into the VPK program at that school. I am nuts. N.U.T.S.
Tired and unable to do much more. I wanted to let everyone know in a couple of days I will respond to emails, and make comments. But my brain must catch up on sleep to function. Particularly since I took on a job that requires actual brain thought. Tutoring is best done when I have had a good nights sleep. Good night.
Too much going on in my life. Here is a new toy that one of the guys at work gave my hubby to give to the kids...
Talking to my mom... she asked me what I knew about the Democratic Super-Delegates... I had no clue. First thing I found was THIS ARTICLE on msnbc that said:
Voters don’t choose the 842 unpledged “super-delegates” who comprise nearly 40 percent of the number of delegates needed to clinch the Democratic nomination.
oh... the article got even more interesting...
The category includes Democratic governors and members of Congress, former presidents Bill Clinton and Jimmy Carter, former vice president Al Gore, retired congressional leaders such as Dick Gephardt, and all Democratic National Committee members, some of whom are appointed by party chairman Howard Dean.
Hmmmm... hidden under an ad was the following line:
The Republicans do not have a similar super-delegate system.
and then it went on to say:
These super-delegates don’t have superhuman powers, but unlike rank-and-file Democrats, they do automatically get to cast a vote at the convention to decide who the party’s nominee will be.
Further research was a necessity... particularly since I am not that sure about what I read on the net...
I found this site of the 2008 Democratic Convention Watch that had a list of super-delegates. I liked the chart off to the left that showed what the count was with delegates and super-delegates.
There is lot of information on it, but most everyone has the same stuff to start with and just opinions added. Anyone have really good information on this? I checked a couple of Democratic sites, but there was nothing I could really get a hold of to make it worth more of a post. Thoughts?
I have seen this all over and it never worked for me before today. Here is my Answer:
Go HERE to take the test yourself.
Having a five year old made me think I must be able to take on 100. Guess it was because I wouldn't do more than fight enough to win and that I'm short. ;-)
Made a mistake. A h.u.g.e mistake. I was looking at an i-spy book with Tater and said "that stupid little frog" is driving me nuts. It was one of those pictures that catch your eye and you can't quit looking at it. Oh... the book wasn't the problem, it was the word "Stupid". Yep. The boys hooked onto that like bees to honey. I had to threaten Tot with no Wii, no computer and no bedtime books if he said it again... why? Because he called his brother stupid. Sigh. Some weeks I just can't win.
Someone just take my brain out, wash it with soap and water, put it back in and let me try again?
It was foggy and overcast the other day. I brought out the camera to take pictures of Tot and was amazed at what I saw around me. I went on a spiderweb hunt.
It reminded me of little diamonds sparkling when I saw the webs. I'm not sure the pictures do them justice. Click to enlarge...
And in the middle of it was the small symmetrical web you are use to seeing...
Fairly large web that was just gorgeous...
Sometime it is hard to remember things like this:
Not that you ever would but when someone tells their best friend about their difficult day, or how tricky relationships have been, or that they have a jolly good life in most regards except financially, not only do they relive the unpleasantness, but they commission all the elements to project into their future whatever they've been claiming. Besides, you'd never say, "jolly."
Better to whisper sweet nothings -
Which is why you haven't seen a lot of posting here lately. Life has been difficult with Tater and I'm working on solutions. I may post to ask for help sooner or later... but for now... I'm working on it. On another note, I have a nice job that fits into my schedule and is allowing me some play money. Yaaaa!
It is Martin Luther King's Day... it should be something special to post about. I have wonderful stories from Mamaw's visit. Other stories about living with a 5 year old... And yet... I have nothing. Ok, I found this picture and it made me happy I am living in South Florida...
Yesterday was horrible. Just horrible. I sent my mother home on a plane that was going through Atlanta. It was snowing and sleeting. Oh... did I mention that my mother H.A.T.E.S to fly? That in the past I was only able to get her here via Ft. Lauderdale because it was a direct flight? After much discussion about it was much cheaper through Atlanta and it would come to a closer airport. 50 miles closer. She decided to give it a try. Uh... I really thought that if she could reach me yesterday that she would have killed me. Luckily she was soooo happy to be going home, the reality of what I scheduled for her didn't hit home. Phew...
It started when we reached the airport here and it was delayed 40 minutes. This cut back on the amount of time she had in the Atlanta airport to get to the other plane. And it was delayed even more. Yikes. Then I relaxed when I saw it was making up time in the air. It was only 15 minutes late from the initial time. It also said her plane in Atlanta was still scheduled to leave on time. It lied.
She sat on the tarmac for over 2 1/2 hours. Waiting to be de-iced. Yep, they put them on the plane and made them wait. Oh boy. I was sooo happy when I saw that it was finally in the air. Until then... I basically freaked. Part of that was due to sleep deprivation. Tot is having asthma issues. Yet, a lot of it was that guilty feeling of convincing my mom to go through Atlanta.
Yes, she is an adult. Yes, she can logically figure out what she wants. She is extremely smart and able to handle herself. She has traveled a lot (which is why she doesn't want to travel now). Still...
She made it home and is very happy. Me too. That she didn't have to spend the night in Atlanta. I would hear about that for yeas to come if it had happened! Phew.
Tot told me he thought I was a good mom... and on the same day Tater tells me "You don't know how to play this game"... twice!!! Once for Star Wars and once for Pokemon. Ahhhh... the fun of having children. Here are some more pictures from Christmas...
I won!!! I won!!!
Yep, watching the Auburn game with Hubby...and I WON!!!
I have been busy up in P'cola. No time to blog, no time to answer emails. EEEKKKK. But this morning, I took a few minutes and found that my mom had sent me the poem below. I wish I had seen it yesterday... Anyways, Merry Belated Christmas and I'll be back on-line this weekend... until then...
I have not been to your site to leave you a message... I have been thinking of all of you at different times. Many of you have given me the adult conversation and support I have needed over many difficult and troubling days in my life. It amazes me how the internet has given me the opportunity to meet and grow in myself. Thank you all for your support, humor and just making me use my brain. And here is that poem...
A Different Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My baby daughter beside us, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
Tater: Mom, Mom, Mom... what happens if you eat a crayon?
Mom: You are likely to throw-up... why?
Tater: Just asking
Mom: Do you want to throw-up?
Tater: No way!
I guess the stomach flu helped with some things.
Seems I just can't do it all. I'm beat. We have a party today, packing for leaving tomorrow and the house looks like a hurricane, an earthquake and a couple of tornadoes hit it. Did I mention no sleep. Yaa, I'm running on empty. Posting is going to be slow or not at all or the next couple of days. My apologies but life just took over...
After throwing up, you should not eat a banana nor take some tums to try and settle your stomach... It will come up a little while later and taste terrible. Seems Tater and I have a stomach bug. He has been up since 2am as well. Thank goodness I am the only one with the fever. My understanding is this is a 24 hour bug from others who have had it. If we have what has been going around. Needless to say, not much posting and commenting today.
I thought my husband was going to go insane... I had no internet access for 2 days!!! What a mess. Last week we had the Christmas program for Tot and the in-laws over... and then I lost my phone and internet. Yaa. He was prepared for battle. My internet is my access to other adults. Somewhat of a life line.
Yet he was surprised. I didn't go crazy. I didn't sit and write 10 posts... I did what any good computer person would do when they have no access. I backed up files, ran defrag. I had to run it 3 times on Tot's machine just to get it to stop saying it needed defrag'ing. Geeze. I also installed (with hubby's help) a DVD writer to Tot's machine so I could start downloading my camcorder to DVDs again. Yep, I worked on getting the Christmas program downloaded. I have a minitape Camcorder... hence all the extra work. Tot's machine has a firewire...
I did NOT finish getting the Christmas program downloaded. Takes forever. But I'll try to finish it up tonight so you can see some of the cool moves my son has.
Until then... I am now 4 days behind in reading blogs and haven't written a single post until now. Yikes!!! I have a list of about 20 items to get done... oil changed, dog's nails clipped, grocery shopping, mammogram schedule, and the like... Oh... and Tot's school has let out for the holidays. I'll have him day in and day out for the next week while Tater is still in school. Say a prayer for me... I'm going to need it!
Seems Tink found an old picture of me and my sister. I'm the one in Red found in
Geeze that was a long time ago. At least 35 pounds less and over 20 years ago. GRIN... The only thing that sucks about being short is even 10 pounds makes you look fat. That's ok... I'll call myself Mrs. Claus!
This week will be lacking in posts as far as I can tell. I am trying to get certified and it is taking up all my time. Time I should be using to finish up Christmas cards, make cookie dough, write posts for my blog, clean the house... ahhh but who cares about a clean house anyways. ;-)
I'll put together a couple of posts and of course I'll have one for Wednesday. While I will continue to read other blogs, my comments will be non-existent. It takes more time than I'm going to have right now. Yet, I will be there reading. I need that sanity break.
Never expect stuff from me on time (unless you are paying me real money). Hence, here is the final copy of the calendar I did... with the cool binding at the top. One for my hubby's birthday in October and one for Mamaw's birthday in November. Hubby got his this week, Mamaw will get hers at Christmas. Ta da! They are slightly different but January is the same for both and that is what I took a picture of for you to enjoy!
Finally got a picture of that Pileated...
Doesn't show the height very well. It is a huge bird.
Since we are not decorating outside, I am lighting up the inside. Yep... nothing is safe now. And the Santa's that my mom gave me have found nice places to sit. First, by the Christmas tree:
Second, in the kitchen:
Now I'm checking out all the doors, shelves and anything else I might be able to decorate. It ought to be fun over the next couple of days.
While I let my boys on the computer I found THIS POST from DOF to be interesting. I read the Simple Toys article. It said the same thing that I have read in other articles. It is also something my sons' speech therapist mentioned. I have 'star wars galactic heroes' for the boys to play with (little dolls for boys)... along with marbles, toy cars and dinosaurs. It certainly lets their imagination run wild... along with the ability to leave those little suckers all over.
We'll see how long I last on this. I am waiting for the 'gameboy' kinda of game to come into their life. I know that as long as my boys ride their bikes, play on their play set and with their heroes and dinosaurs... I'll let them have computer time. I'll just have to play it by ear on the handheld games.
What do you think?
Sometimes it amazes me that someone who reads me thinks that I deserve an award. There are so many days that I am just barely making it and yet... it felt warm and fuzzy to receive it from someone who is so extraordinary. Thank you Cynthia!
There are so many people I read that could use an award. Who should I pass this award on to?
Sticks? She has lived through so much in her life and I have known her since High School? Yep, she gets one from me.
Mrs. Who? A woman who teaches children, has children and has to work through so many difficulties every day? Yep, another one.
Lemon Stand? How about a woman has so many items on her platter but she always has a kind word for everyone? Yep... this one's for you as well.
I could give it out to even more... at least 20 more names come to mind. But if I do it this way, I can give a few people this award every week until I get through my complete list (or they might get it from someone else - gotta give others a chance!).
There are so many people in this blog-o-sphere that have touched my soul one way or another and 'colored my world' with their kind words or comfort. Thank you... even if you didn't get the award from me today.
It was perfect weather for making fudge. The boys wanted to make some and I couldn't refuse... I utilized a scrapbook page from Raspberry Road Designs (all I had to do was add pictures)... very cool...
And for those that want to help me egg on a couple of people to have a jello wrestling match... go to THIS POST and check out the comments!
Mom is sick. Yep, me. I sound horrible, I feel fussy and b.tchy but otherwise ok. Just need some sound quiet sleep. Not going to happen, but I can hope.
I was checking out blogs when I found this quiz below... I saw it too many places and didn't bother to find the links for all of them. Thank you whoever did it... it ave me something to post. It pretty much fits unless I get around someone with an accent... then I have a tendency to pick it up. Sigh. Done, later...
|What American accent do you have? (Best version so far)|
You're not Northern, Southern, or Western, you're just plain -American-. Your national identity is more important than your local identity, because you don't really have a local identity. You might be from the region in that map, which is defined by this kind of accent, but you could easily not be. Or maybe you just moved around a lot growing up.
|Click Here to Take This Quiz|
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Seems I am having some major brain farts going on in my body. I know better than to link to someone and then remove it. Yet I have done it every day this week. Sigh. I hate ER visits, late nights (or better yet no nights) and finally when I got this frick'n stuff that was going around. Sucks. Still it is no excuse for my doing something so plainly stupid on my part. My apologies to
and I'm probably leaving somebody out... if I am... just let me know. I'll add you to the list.
Note to self *** Do NOT Delete This Post NOR Change IT ***
What a beautiful morning. Fall has finally arrived in South Florida... at least for a day or two.. But notice the humidity is still 92%... cool and damp. South Florida.
Must have decided to give Bou a break for camping. Wonder if she remembered warm clothes?
Remember Sunday when I posted THIS PICTURE about the snake? I went out later to take pictures of the garden the kids and I started... and look what I found:
here is the pictures of our garden from last Sunday...
who knows how it will go... you'll find out as it progresses!
Some days it just doesn't pay to be a mom. I convinced Tot that he did N.O.T. want Luke Skywalker with the black hand on his cake. I did convince him that R2-D2 would be cool. I mean... how hard can it be to do a robot? Right? Uhhh... I must remember to look at the pictures a little closer next time. Seems that R2-D2 does not have 3 red eyes, but 1 red eye and 2 silver. Such is life. Here is the cake I made for Tot...
Did I mention that there was not enough icing to finish the cake. I had to make more. Yaa... I had some mess...
But the boys loved it...
Trust me when I say I have had a really tough week... hence, I want this problem:
A man and a woman were sitting beside each other in the first class section of an airplane.
The woman sneezed, took out a tissue, gently wiped her nose, then visibly shuddered for ten to fifteen seconds.
The man went back to his reading.
A few minutes later, the woman sneezed again, took a tissue, wiped her nose, then shuddered violently once more.
Assuming that the woman might have a cold, the man was still curious about the shuddering.
A few more minutes passed when the woman sneezed yet again. As before, she took a tissue, wiped her nose, her body shaking even more than before.
Unable to restrain his curiosity, the man turned to the woman, "I couldn't help but notice" he said, " that you've sneezed three times, wiped your nose and then shuddered violently. Are you ok?"
"I am sorry if I disturbed you," she replied. "I have a very rare medical condition; whenever I sneeze, I have an orgasm"
The man, more than a bit embarrassed, was still curious.
"I have never heard of that condition before" he said. "Are you taking anything for it?"
The woman nodded, "Black Pepper."
Not enough time to write about the kids so I took a quiz. Saw it at Contagion's. Was stupid enough to see what Bou got on hers before taking mine... I shouldn't have bothered. Bou and I seem to get the same answer on a lot of these quizzes - though I do wonder how I ended up with Drug Lord second... ewwww. Sigh. Here's mine:
What should you be doing for a living?!
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|You scored as Ninja Assassin|
You are MADE to be a ninja!! Quit your job immediately!! You are ready to kill people for money...they'll never even know you're there. Stay low so as not to be detected!!
Why??? Why??? When my children have the day off from school they get up at 5:45am? I can't get them to wake up at 6:10am on school days (though I do enjoy waking them up) and the one day we can sleep in without a worry... they wake up. ARGHHHHHHHHHH....
Then again, to watch boys dance to THIS VIDEO makes it fun.
I am overloaded today... hence, I'm just going to put some humor out here.
Why men shouldn't do advice columns:
I hope you can help me here. The other day I set off for work leaving my husband in the house watching the TV as usual. I hadn't gone more than a few hundred yards down the road when my engine conked out and the car shuddered to a halt. I walked back home to get my husband's help.
When I got home I couldn't believe my eyes. He was parading in front of the wardrobe mirror dressed in my underwear and high-heel shoes, and he was wearing my make up.
I am 32, my husband is 34 and we have been married for twelve years. When I confronted him, he tried to make out that he had dressed in my lingerie because he couldn't find his own underwear. But when I asked him about the make up, he broke down and admitted that he'd been wearing my clothes for six months. I told him to stop or I would leave him.
He was let go fro m his job six months ago and he says he has been feeling increasingly depressed and worthless. I love him very much, but ever since I gave him the ultimatum he has become increasingly distant.
I don't feel I can get through to him anymore. Can you please help?
Mrs. Sheila Usk
A car stalling after being driven a short distance can be caused by a variety of faults with the engine. Start by checking that there is no debris in the fuel line. If it is clear, check the jubilee clips holding the vacuum pipes onto the inlet manifold. If none of these approaches solves the problem, it could be that the fuel pump itself is faulty, causing low delivery pressure to the carburetor float chamber. I hope this helps.
These have been around, it's just they are new to me. Hence I'm putting them out here so I can find them again!
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Seems I was a little distracted last night and forgot to write up the post on playdoh, dinosaurs and my boys. Very funny... even have pictures. Instead, I have put up a picture to make you smile. Tot in the box!
I love frogs. Really I do. But right now I am afraid of them. Ohh... not to pick them up or step on them... but the fear you get when you walk out a door. Any door to the outside. Why? Here is an example:
And just moments later... it moved even higher up...
Luckily it wasn't on the door itself or I wouldn't be getting these pictures... my hubby would have been taking them of me on the ground with my arms flying around like banshees. Those frogs just love to jump on you when you open a door around here. Most of them are little (remember the tadpoles?) and while the little ones give me a fright, don't cause nearly the heart dropping, arm movement that the bigger ones can cause. Yaa... it's Monday.
There is a book on my side bar. It is a link to Amazon to buy it. I was able to get it for free from the author just for linking to it. Guess what? I love that book. No explicit s.x scenes. Great sci-fi ideas. And plots within plots to keep you wanting to read more. In fact, I actually read it twice. Ok Ok... I had to read it a second time because I know I missed a lot the first time... I was on pain killers and the like for my kidney problems.
I loved it just as much the second time... particularly since more of the book made sense. If you like sci-fi... and just good adventure books... this is for you. No, this is NOT a paid advertisement. The author did NOT ask me to write a post on it. But when I really enjoy a book and can help a fellow blogger make a few extra dollars... AND I want him to write more... I'll certainly put my 2 cents out here. Also, I plan on passing this down to my kids and when they read this post, they'll know how much I enjoyed the book... if I forget to tell them (or I'm too senile to be able to say something). Ahhh... now to find something else to read that says more than "Biscuit come back. Woof Woof!" and to get off this computer for a while...
I put the post up of Tater's daily planner because I did not know what to say for the anniversary of 9/11. I talked to Tink and told her that everything has been said. Many times it has been said much better than what would come from my fingers to this post.
While I have nothing to add to what has been said, I do remember. I do pray for the military personnel that give their lives to help us be a country that is Free and to protect us. And I pray for those who lost someone special to them. And I remember to say "God Bless America." I do remember.
Seems every year, Bou takes me to Sushi for my birthday and I forget hers. Geeze! Then again there was the time I was 9 months late mailing my mom her birthday gift. So, it really has nothing to do with Bou and everything to do with me.
I did a search on s.xy male chef and couldn't believe what I found, but nothing worth posting. Made a few changes in the wording and still nothing worth wild. I was very disappointed. I figured I would be able to get Bou a nice gift if she didn't have to cook every night and it was at least eye candy. ;-)
Don't even try male maid. That made me want to barf. Submissive, french costumes. ewwwwwwwwwww
Sorry Bou... guess I'm stuck just saying Happy Belated Birthday.
Ok, maybe 'goes crazy again' is a better wording. Seems like forever since Friday afternoon. Ahhh... what is this crazy woman talking about? Tater rode the school bus to school. Yep, the first day of Kindergarten and I let my son ride the bus.
Odd, but having him go to school didn't bother me. I knew he would do fine and that they would get him to the right place eventually... besides, I broke down and called the school and verified the bus arrived.
It was the waiting until 2:44pm for the bus to come back to see if he got on the right bus and got home... that was driving me crazy. Yes, the bus was late... Oh... he made it. Thank goodness. It made me smile when he walked off the bus and he had a sticker across his chest with 'Bus #XX' on it. And another one on his wrist with the same information. Guess they really want to get him on the right bus as well.
Here are some pictures from when we were waiting at the bus stop:
While I earned a little money at Review Me... about $25, it really isn't significant. I have been looking for a while to find different ways to bring some extra money into our family. I think I have found a better way. I'll know in a week or two.
Along with my decision, I saw THIS POST over at CalTechGirl and her frustrations with Paid Posts. Considering this blog is suppose to be a 'scrapbook' for me and my kids... paid posts don't really go here. Then again, if I was earning the money like Pamibe... I might continue... but I'm not earning that kind of money. Hence, no more ads at this blog. No, CalTechGirl did not push me to do this. Nor did her blog entry... it just fit perfectly for a decision I was making last night and while I will continue to read those who do put up Paid Posts... you will not see them here again... ok, unless someone offers me a couple of hundred... then you might see another one. GRIN
Now who would have spent the time to figure this out??? But if it really works, I think I may be able to fool my husband into thinking I really know my directions. GRIN.
Mammaw use to wake us up to see meteor showers. While tempting to do this to my sons... I am not sure. Still...
HERE IS INFO on the shower coming our way.
Perseid Meteors to Light Skies Sunday
At the peak of the storm, which occurs at 2 a.m. EDT on Monday, Cooke estimates as many as one to two meteoroids per minutes. But the show should begin around 9 p.m. on Sunday when the constellation Perseus rises in the northeast and continue until first light on Monday.
blah blah blah
For best viewing, try to find a dark spot, away from city lights and look east. For added bonus, Mars will be out, in full red bloom, in the constellation Taurus, just below Perseus.
Between Tot and his pe-nis hole underwear and Tater telling everyone he loves them but one person (which embarrassed me because I almost laughed out loud) and the fubar I made the other day... I must remember to keep my mouth shut... it has been an interesting couple of days. And right now, I have a lot on my plate, not enough sleep and way too much stress.
I'll try to get the funny stories and the cool pictures out soon. Just not today... and tomorrow is Wednesday. Phew. A little break.
The boys made me some beautiful birthday cards. They even made my cake yesterday... Tater put in the eggs, Tot the water and they shared the mixing... though Tot did most of it.
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We even got a photo with mom!
Some days make it worth getting older. Now if I could just come to grips with Tater starting Kindergarten!!! My getting older is much easier than watching my kids get older...
Today is my birthday. Hard to believe... and I had no clue what I was going to post until last night. At first I thought it might have been the humorous conversation between Sticks and I... and then while Tink was making me some online scrapbook pages for my birthday... she sent me one. The poem off of that page was perfect... no it is not a birthday poem, but it just feels right... here is something special for my birthday:
I saw a young mother with eyes full of laughter
And two little shadows came following after.
Wherever she moved, they were always right there-
Holding onto her skirts, hanging onto her chair.
Before her, behind her - adhesive pair.
"Don't you ever get weary as, day after day,
Your two little tag-alongs get in your way?"
She smiled as she shook her pretty young head
And I'll aways remember the words that she said:
It's good to have shadows that run when you run,
That laugh when you're happy and hum when you hum -
For you only have shadows when your life's filled with sun.
-- author unknown
I shall be busy this weekend... Hopefully I'll have fun stories to share.
UPDATED: Found the place where they list what is eligible.
That time of year again. I was looking at in the paper today to see what they considered school stuff... but when going through the blogs, I found that Raising 4 Boys had a very comprehensive list of when Tax Free week was in different states...
Here in Florida it is the 4th thru the 13th of August. Buy buy buy!!!
I wish I could blame it on Tink for sending me the links... but she didn't force me to install and try them out.
I played THIS ONE off and on last night. Instead of reading a book I needed to, or doing the dishes or cleaning house. ARGHHHHHHHHh. Good thing it won't work this morning. Phew... then again she sent me 12 other emails with links. Sigh...
Every once in a while I run across a blog or some information on the net that I find interesting. It is at these moments I have to decide whether I want to share it on my blog or just wait for my kids to get old enough to figure out for themselves that Mom is a little strange.
I couldn't resist reading this post on 'How To: Predict the weather without checking the forecast'...
Which gave a teaser like:
Take a deep breath. Close your eyes and smell the air.
- Plants release their waste in a low pressure atmosphere, generating a smell like compost and indicating an upcoming rain.
- Swamps will release methane just before a storm because of the lower pressure, which leads to unpleasant smells.
- A proverb says "Flowers smell best just before a rain." Scents are stronger in moist air, associated with rainy weather.
And proceeded to send you HERE.
Always entertaining when I decided to weed in my yard...
Nope, do not know what kind of snake that is... but I do have a lot of these little frogs around the house. This one scared me as I was weeding around the tree and he was at face level. Phew. Glad he didn't jump.
Between the spiders, grasshoppers and
I thought some comic relief would be nice... like a place for all those bugs to live away from me!
or maybe they could live here:
and then I could use this one to visit them in the swamp:
Never a dull moment around our house.
Tag'd again. The Gray Monk got me on the meme for eight random things about myself. I'm fairly open about myself with my friends and have a hard time thinking of anything interesting about myself to put out here... with a little help from Mamaw and Tink... here is what I have for you:
1. I had a pet rock when I was 4 or 5 years old. This was around '69 or '70... way before there was such a thing on the market.
2. After my mom specifically told me not to play catcher one day for a softball game... I did. I got hit in the back of the head by a bat when I bent down to get a softball that the pitcher pitched too short and it rolled to home base. The batter was going to 'golf' it back to the pitcher the same time I was reaching for it.
3. In high school Sticks and I would sword fight in the hall ways between classes.
4. While bike riding with Sticks, a bumble bee hit me in the chest, went down my shirt and got caught in the bra between the boobs. I proceeded to take off my shirt in the road with cars going by. I got the bee out. As Sticks pointed out... I was already well endowed.
5. To this day, my hubby does not want to play Monopoly with me. While dating, Sticks came to visit. This was when we both drank alcohol. My soon to be hubby offered to chaperon. The three of us ended up playing Monopoly at my place. I was allowed to be banker. Sticks was losing. I got money out of the bank and handed it to her. A couple of times I did this so she could pay him. After about the 3rd or 4th time, he realized what was going on. GRIN.
6. When we had Coco, the poodle, I cried for hours after it's first haircut because I thought it wasn't our dog.
7. At 3 or 4 years old I had the medicine they used to knock me out for the EEG didn't last as long as they thought and I was one drunk toddler with the giggles
8. About 3 years of age, I thought every man in an Air Force uniform was my dad. Even a black man.
Seems I'm still tired... take a look at this picture... I was trying to mix some icing up early for Tater's birthday party this weekend...
Figure it out? I'll post the answer later.
UPDATE: And the answer is??? I picked up the mixer and turned it on... to notice that the mixer blades were missing. Sigh. It was only 9pm.
We love to decorate... here are some cupcakes and a cake from the 4th! We had a friend of Tot's over to help. GRIN
That night, I made a flag cake. I couldn't get the stars right, but there are 50 of them. I had problems deciding on a border as well. Before border and after:
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and now I'm trying to figure out which image to use on Tater's cake for the Transformers. Any suggestions are appreciated. Tink has sent me some ideas... my hubby suggested the Autobot logo. Will depend on what I can 'free hand' with icing. ;-)
Seems life is interesting after getting a kidney stone removed. Mine was stuck in the ureter. The piece between the kidney and the bladder. Sucker wasn't going to move. Lodged in nice and tight. What a pain. Literally.
My decision was to have surgery and have it removed. I cannot express the kind of pain I have been in off and on for the last 2 months. And I wanted to do anything to get rid of it. If you have a queezy stomach, read no further.
The rest is after the 'More Pawprints'
Then I found out that I had a stent put in to help with any 'pieces' that might come out. I had no idea what a stent was... and it took everything in my power not to take a picture of the string coming out of my urethra and taped to my belly.
Being overweight, with a stretched out belly... did not help anything. You really, really don't want to pull that string. And the first day... My body actually decided it didn't want to pee. Yaa, my bladder was full, it was begging to be relieved and I wasn't able to go. No joke. It hurt that bad. Only for the first day, Friday. And I did go. And I drank even MORE water. Really. I knew it was going to help in the long run. Also, all pain will end eventually.
Didn't think much more of it. It got less painful each day. Only when that darn string got pulled did I notice it on the last day.
Time to have the stent removed. I'm a chicken. A big chicken. I went in and asked about it. The nurse said they just yank it out. Gulp. Ok. And she did. It hurt but not as bad as the kidney stone. Hmmm. She showed it to me. I almost fainted. Sucker was about 9 inches long. I found a picture of one... forgot to bring my camera to get a picture of it...
See those curled ends? One is stuck in your kidney, the other is stuck in your bladder. Those little holes help with the urination getting through. Yaa... I can't help but ask questions. The string is attached on the curled side in your bladder.
Not something I wish to do anytime soon. Actually I n.e.v.e.r want to go through that process again. At least childbirth gave me a child.
Enough... I'm alive. Still not quite up to speed... seems I don't react well to stents and surgery. Silly thing like a fever that won't go away and some pain left. Sigh. Just a little longer and all should be healed... or I get to have better antibiotics! Luckily, most of the blood in the urine is gone. Nothing like it has been for the last couple of days. See, things are getting better already.
Thanks again to everyone for their prayers and wonderful good thoughts... it certainly helped.
Just a quick post to say Thank you for the kind thoughts and wishes. Still not on-line for long. And I will answer all those comments in a day or two. Just need a little more rest.
Woke up this morning with my chest feeling tight. I hope it is stress and NOT a cold. They will cancel the surgery if I have a cold. Never a dull moment around here.
Yesterday was a blast. Had friends over with their two boys. As you can see, her oldest was being a sweetie and playing with them all...
Seems my life has been full of ups and downs. The last couple of months have been down for me. Just say a prayer for me and you can ignore the rest. I am documenting this for future reference!
I have been in a lot of pain and not the nicest person or mother. No I haven't beaten my kids, but they do seem to yell now a days. Another bad habit I will have to break along with trying to deal with the normal growth, independence thing.
Starting at the beginning of May I was in a lot of pain. I played bounce between doctors and ended up at an Urologist. During this time I got 2 Ultrasounds, and an MRI of my lower body. My bad luck, not the best staff at this one. After a month, I switch urologists. Good move on my part. Got some medicine that seemed to actually work.
A couple of weeks ago, I got severe back pain. Went to my General Practitioner. I like the guy. He took a look at me. Pressed on my back, helped me get off the floor. Pressed on my belly and heard me say it was uncomfortable. Hmmm must be a pulled muscle. Take medicine and call back if it doesn't get better in 48 hours. Did I mention 48 hours took me into the weekend? Sigh. Went back on a Monday, he sent me for another MRI... but this one required 'contrast'. Nasty nasty. Took 3 days for the MRI place to get it to my doctor... and you guessed it... a Friday. Late Friday I got a call, Kidney problems... call a urologist.
Uhh. Told the doctor I was seeing one already, had a follow up visit scheduled for yesterday along with a cystoscopy. They faxed over the MRI and told me to make sure I made that appointment. Sigh.
I made the appointment. They canceled the cystoscopy and I am now scheduled for surgery on Friday. Yep, kidney stones. The last MRI didn't show it, just the swollen, distended kidney. The people doing the MRI didn't go any further down than my kidneys. No joke. The tube that connects the kidney to the bladder was not visible nor the bladder. I was given the option to have yet ANOTHER MRI to locate the stone or stones exactly. Hmmmm. NO. Let's just get this done. I am tired of being in pain, being unable to sleep and being a witch because of the pain... not just because I want to be one. GRIN.
Your prayers and good thoughts are requested. Thanks!
It amazes me what I will do for my children. Some days I think I must have lost w.a.y too many brain cells when developing these kids in my body and birthing them. Two... I have constructed two of these p.i.t.a. (Pain in the arse) construction paper R2D2 mail boxes.
Which do NOTHING but sit there. I don't feel like trying to adjust them to make it really open. They can squish the darn things if they want... but I'm through for now.
while I'm on the phone??? Now this happened a couple of days ago, so it is not verbatim. I was talking to Richmond on the phone while trying to get the kids ready to go. As usual I was reminding them to go the bathroom before we leave. And this is what Richmond hears:
Mom: Boys, you need to go pee before we leave.
Boys: **running in the background to the same bathroom and screaming**
Mom: Boys, you are not to Pee on each other!!!
Mom: uhhhh, Richmond...
Yaa... Talking to Sticks I yell at Tot to stop licking the toilet and talking to Richmond I have to remind the kids not to pee on each other. Luckily I wasn't on the phone when I had to remind Tot to get his head out of the toilet.
I have a ton of pictures over the last week... slip and slide, paintings, and more... the only pictures I am going to post for now are these two:
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Needless to say, they snuck by me with that mess... how I'm still not sure... But they enjoyed it for while. Besides, everytime I look at it, it reminds me of how I feel... though I'm looking for that relaxing center to lay down in and enjoy.
Sometimes I get a few minutes to sit and just play. Usually when my kids are on the computer. Today, instead of mopping and cleaning toilets... I thought I would surf. While surfing I heard Tater say to Tot, "Kiss my butt". Huh??? It was only top'd by "Kiss my tongue". Luckily they aren't really doing these things, but they do make me wonder where in the world they get these ideas. I have heard hubby say "Kiss my butt", but I have NEVER heard anyone in this house say "Kiss my tongue". Ewwwwwwwwww.
And if that wasn't enough to make me blink, then seeing this picture certainly made me stop:
No No NO... not the women. The message in the upper right. Minors under the age of 18 not admitted. Now I want to know why!!!!
Saw this at Richmond's and couldn't resist:
|You Are 58% Pure|
I can't believe I'm not 100% pure. Geeze, what's wrong with this quiz? Doesn't it recognize a perfectly pure person??? hahaha. Ok, ok. You can stop laughing now. I was happy it was as high as 58%. GRIN
Even though this is a diary of sorts for my boys or an online scrapbook as I affectionately call it, I don't post about everything. And this is one of those times. When my kids get older and ask about this, hopefully I'll remember and if not... phew. But right now I cannot stay focused. I have too much on my mind. Posting will be light until Monday. This weekend I will write up how the Preschool graduation went and get the pictures ready. I also have an important announcement that is mostly written going up on Tuesday.
If I find something particularly funny, I'll put it up this weekend. With my odd sense of humor you never know what will show up. Ohhh yaaa, Tink got me with a meme. Sigh.
I have been sent this by many people. And it is perfect for today.
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here." Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can' t be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T. This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors. And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom ?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college. This
is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away. This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't
find the words to reach them.
This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all.
For all of us.
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them every day that we love them.
Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.
"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall." Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.
Seems I am getting more creative everyday. My sons decided they no longer liked the mozzarella stick cheese anymore. Hence, I decided to grate it up and use it on a Chicken Parmesan dish I was making. Decided to share this since it worked great!
Now I just need a few more easy recipes that call for grated mozzarella... any suggestions?
Tons of stuff to do and no energy. Here is something to make your weekend a little nicer... smile!
The Seniors Breakfast Special
We went to breakfast at a restaurant where the "seniors' special" was two eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast for $1.99.
"Sounds good," my wife said. "But I don't want the eggs."
"Then I'll have to charge you two dollars and forty-nine cents because you're ordering a la carte," the waitress warned her.
"You mean I'd have to pay for not taking the eggs?" my wife asked incredulously.
"YES!!" stated the waitress.
"I'll take the special then." my wife said.
"How do you want your eggs?" the waitress asked.
"Raw and in the shell," my wife replied.
She took the two eggs home.
DON'T MESS WITH SENIORS!!! We've been around the block more than once
Which one goes in coffee? Hard to tell when you are tired, sick and grouchy. More later when life settles down.
I just realized that preschool ends in 4 weeks. FOUR. How long before school ends for everyone else? What about states other than Florida?
|In 1964 (the year you were born)|
After riots break out, Panama suspends relations with he US
Cassius Clay becomes heavyweight champion when Sonny Liston throws in the towel in the sixth round in Miami Near Anchorage, the strongest earthquake ever to strike North America kills 117
Worst soccer disaster in history occurs when rioting and panic kills over 300 in Liverpool
Hundreds of white college students work for civil rights in the south during "Freedom Summer"
South Africa sentences Nelson Mandela to life in prison
Kemeny and Kurtz create BASIC (Beginners' All-purpose Symbolic Instruction Code), an easy to learn high level programming language
Nicolas Cage, Jeff Bezos, Rob Lowe, Elle Macpherson, Courteney Cox Arquette, and Keanu Reeves are born
St. Louis Cardinals win the World Series
Cleveland Browns win the NFL championship
Toronto Maple Leafs win the Stanley Cup
"I Want to Hold Your Hand" by The Beatles released in the US, sparking Beatlemania
The Beatles appear on The Ed Sullivan Show, breaking television ratings records
The game show Jeopardy! debuts on television
Mary Poppins, starring Julie Andrews, is the top grossing film
I have seen this all over the blogosphere... finally gave up and tried it. Interesting.
Time for some humor... h/t Maranda Rites
|Your Celebrity Boob Twin:|
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This is not me... but I could see it happening with my boys...
|Your April Fool's Day Prank Should Be|
Since this is a blog for my children, occasionally I will post my thoughts on different items. I write stuff like this and don't always put it out... but I'm tired and pissy and this really bothers me. This one is on an article I read in the Palm Beach Post. I will quote it here because the link is likely to disappear in a week:
Donna Casasnovas understood the consequences of a shortage of emergency room specialists months before the Palm Beach County Medical Society released the results of its study earlier this week.
She might not have known that the 14 area hospitals have struggled for years to find enough surgeons for their ERs, or that new trends were emerging in the county's crisis that would be detailed in the report.
What the Royal Palm Beach mother knows is that her four children no longer have a father. Her husband, Enrique Casasnovas, 39, had begun vomiting blood in the middle of the night Dec. 23 and was rushed to the hospital.
But on Dec. 23, Palms West Hospital didn't have a gastroenterologist - a doctor specializing in the digestive system - who could treat his internal bleeding. Neither did any other hospital in the county.
Hours later, Casasnovas was transferred via ambulance to a hospital in Broward County, where, upon arrival, he had a heart attack.
"This is a health-care delivery crisis," said Dr. Jean Malecki, director of the Palm Beach County Health Department. "It's totally inexcusable."
The problem is not a new one, but the medical group's report sheds light on its breadth. The Palm Beach Post exposed the ER doctor shortage in 2004, when a Lake Worth woman died after being unable to find a neurosurgeon in the county willing to treat her stroke.
Still, area hospitals continue to struggle to find enough neurosurgeons, hand surgeons, orthopedic surgeons and other specialists to work in the ER.
I am horrified by what happened to this family, but I'm frustrated by it as well. Horrified because that could have been me and my family... frustrated because people just don't get what's happening and why... This is a long rant and the rest will be put in "More pawprints"
But the medical society's report predicts that the current shortage of ER specialists will worsen during the next few years, and that has local health-care officials concerned about the potential for more cases such as Casasnovas'.
For example, according to the report, Palm Beach County will have about half as many general surgeons and family physicians as it needs by 2011.
Ironically, the overall doctor shortage is not to blame for the crisis with gastroenterologists. The county actually has about twice as many gastroenterologists as it needs, according to the report. Its just that most of them don't take emergency calls.
I have seen this happening over the last few years. Again, the paper is leaving out the number of doctors sued over every little thing. People in West Palm Beach are sue happy. I know someone, a pediatrician, that was sued by a man that had already sued 40 other doctors in the area. He did not win this time, but he won a lot of them. What surprised me, is that the man doing the suing was not unusual. I was shocked.
There is more info in the article but this makes my point:
The two main reasons for that are the cost of medical malpractice insurance, which is higher than average here, and the lack of a major public hospital that provides doctors immunity from lawsuits. The first has led more county doctors to "go bare" - operate without malpractice insurance. Without coverage, doctors are less inclined to want to work in the ER because they believe that makes them more vulnerable to lawsuits.
There are good points in the comments at the end of the article. What I find is that we do not have laws to help the doctors. As has been pointed out, too many have been sued (not necessarily the ones doing bad things as I happen to know first hand) just to get money. Some doctors are greedy, but the ones I have seen in PBCounty have not been. Yet a lot of people sue if something goes wrong, geeze, doctors are human... All have been willing to work with me.
And no one wants to stand up and make the government get out of the mess, make the people figure out who is a good doctor or not, and quit suing just to earn money. Yaa it sucks that my dad died and was not diagnosed sooner. But that doesn't mean my family and I are going to sue everyone for not figuring it out. Sigh... I wish I could wave a magic wand and make it better for everyone. It's not going to happen. This is the real world, with people who make mistakes, with those who will try to take advantage of others. The question is "What is the right thing to do?" Just getting money is not the right thing. In fact, I wish when they sued doctors it could only be to take away their license. Which means they had to do something that would require that. You would get NO money. The only satisfaction would be taking away this man or woman's livelihood. The question is "Would that be the right thing to do in this case?" I think a lot of the unnecessary lawsuits would stop. Possibly the doctors would come back and work in ER.
Tot has been sick. In 3 nights I have totaled 9 hours sleep. Post? What's that? Here are some links a friend sent me... I do not feel like making them hyperlinks, please just copy / paste into your browser.
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I am not sure why the tomato plant is still alive... but it keeps on ticking. It has great tasting tomatoes! My neighbor has gotten to were he hops the fence and takes a few. Even he doesn't understand why it hasn't stopped producing by now.
Yaa it looks horrible...
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Only other problem is that the squirrels have discovered them as well. Sigh...
Am I the only person that didn't know that the stamps were going to be raised in May to 41cents? The only good part is that you can vote and try to get your favorite Star Wars character put on it. I'm not kidding. And if you can remember enough of your Star Wars trivia... you might win a trip to Los Angeles for a Star Wars convention or ebay money for Star Wars junk.
Go HERE to vote and enter the sweepstakes. Keep me and the kids in mind if you win!!!!
If you have some time to waste... HERE is a good spot to get spoofs on Star Wars... enjoy!
UPDATE: Fixed link... thanks Sis!
I finally got 30 minutes on my PC and I can't comment. Seems mu.nu is having problems this morning (and last night). I was going to tease Bou about the temperature being in the 40s last night while she was camping... but couldn't comment. And I tried a few others... caltechgirl, physics geek, bad example and the list goes on. Of course, I just gave up on commenting... forgetting bloggers and others could get comments. I'm here... I'm reading you, instead of posting. I'll be back tonight.
Have some great pictures and stories. Hopefully I can get them written up tomorrow. I'm tired... later...
Ever think that maybe the wrong words come out of your mouth at the most inappropriate moments just to annoy you. The worst part is you don't realize you did it until it is pointed out to you? Ohhh... is that just me?
My friend, Sticks, came by last week. While she was here... she got all 'dolled' up to meet with her boyfriend.
Now a little background before I tell you what I said... I have known Sticks forever... or close to it. When I met her she was literally skinny as a stick, long hair and absolutely fun to be around. Still is fun to be around but she has changed. After she got dressed for her date, she had filled out in the right spots... yes I'm talking butt and boobs here (ie she has some now), cut her hair to a beautiful look... and really reminded me of a 'lady'. In every sense of the word. Ready for what I said to her????
I said she looked ... Mature.
yaa... She got this funny look on her face and then explained to me what she heard. Uhhhhh. She has it in THIS POST as well. Guess you will be seeing some pictures of me in the future. And yes, I probably deserve it.
I will still think of her as a young immature teenager for the rest of our days... so BLHHHHHHHHHHHHh
You do realize it is that whole lack of sleep thing. You must've been VERRRRY mellow when you took that test. The part that had me bust out laughing was, 'A total charmer'. What? When? there is nothing charming about either of us!! Unless of course one likes the blunt and insensitive types. Sheesh!
Hence why I laughed so hard when I read what it said about me. My hubby is the romantic one in this family. I want pots, pans, garden tools, and the like for presents but my hubby will surprise me with other little goodies like my favorite chocolates. Me? If he doesn't tell me what he wants, he usually doesn't get anything. I hate guessing. That bluntness factor.
NOTE: Thanks Sticks. Hope this works and you can see them now!!!
hat tip to wRitErsbLock
|Your Candy Heart Says "Cutie Pie"|
Your ideal Valentine's Day date: multiple dates with multiple people
Your flirting style: 100% natural
What turns you off: serious relationship talks
Why you're hot: you're totally addicting
When ever I get a chance to sleep during the day while dad is around... the boys seem to know how to sneak in some noisy moments. While it was Tot playing the 'piano' while I was sleeping, it was Tater that posed for the picture:
Today I was putting together our grocery list. And I looked at what we had eaten over the last couple of weeks... This is what it looked like:
Spaghetti with Meatballs
Skillet beef 'n noodles
Spicy chicken with noodles (different spices than the spicy chicken)
Chalupas from AWTM
Creamy chicken-broccoli noodles
Savory chicken breasts
Chicken and dumplins
garlic onion chicken with rice
tomato rice soup with ham
chicken brown rice primavera
mexican chicken and rice
Though I have no plans for what to cook today. Sigh. What do you cook for dinner? Any ideas what I could feed my family tonight? Something easy and quick?
Mom went into meltdown today. Overloaded, over stimulated, headache, you name it. I went to a birthday party for one of Tater's classmates. There were at least 25 children at this party. About 20 too many for this mom. I don't feel responsible for any child but my own... but I have a hard time as I watched a red headed kid put his hand in Tater's face or another kid push Tot out of the bounce house. All in fun but not funny in my eyes. And the worse part. The mother's of those two were no where in sight.
That wasn't the only thing that happened, and nothing was major. But too much for me. I came home, told my husband I needed space and went outside. I touched trees, pulled weeds and watched birds fly around. After about 15 minutes I was almost human again.
My kids loved it. My hubby was smart and went to work while we went to the party. Sigh...
I might be up to posting tomorrow... then again I may go into hiding again. We'll see if I get any sleep tonight. I saw that the wax myrtles are now in bloom. Ugh.
I walked out to the driveway on Tuesday morning to 'sneak' some more trash out in the trash cans and this is what I saw (click to enlarge picture):
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I hope they leave soon... it has started to creep me out.
I had the chance to do 2 hours of cleaning the other day. I buckled down and decided what I would get done. I cleaned off a shelf in the garage (and this means I put every thing from the shelf to where it belonged) and put boxes of labeled books on it. Just that little bit took the whole 2 hours. Yikes!
Here are some of my books that I'm boxing up:
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And here is the finished shelf in the garage:
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The worst part is I have more to do... lots more to do. Sigh.
It amazes me what I will see when I open my door...
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First, I would love to know how he got there with the door closed most of the time...
Second, how did he get to be soooo white?
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Maybe I should get a Frog Knocker?
They finally got my phone line back together. Posted some stuff and hope to get myself back in the saddle again and get more stories together.
Was busy yesterday with the family. Was busy Saturday with the family. That's a story by itself, if I can find time to write it. Then I remembered something last night as I sat down at the computer...
The School newsletter is due on Tuesday. Uhhhhh. I'm the person who puts it all together. Not just the editor, but all the different positions except for writer (and I even do some of that). Only 500 pictures to look through and see if they are usable. I made it through about 200 last night. And look what I found:
Yep, a picture of Tot when he had his school party. I was a 'horrible' mother that didn't bring gift bags for everyone in the class. Just cookies and snacks. Tsk tsk. I still would like to know who started that stupid idea that you have to bring gifts for everyone when it is your kid's birthday. They didn't bring gifts for him. Yaaaa. It's a sore point with me. I hate that stupid idea.
Oh... I'll try to get more written up tonight if I can finish the newsletter before 10pm. ;-)
Would someone give me a swift kick??? Or at least next time I whine about Tot not sleeping remind me to get him to the doctor... he has an ear infection and is headed towards bronchitis. He is on antibiotics and the nebulizer. Fun fun. Ohhh... and Tater is right there with him. He has a sore throat and headed towards bronchitits. He also got antibiotics and the nebulizer. Both of them, 4 times a day.
Uhhhhh... did I mention that I have been without sleep for about 48 hours? Even though I have been taking Airborne like it is golden, I still caught the cold. Strong sucker. The cold that is. I just hope it doesn't get into my chest. That would suck.
Not likely to post tomorrow. It would be just more whining. Give me a day to get myself together and it will back to the regularly scheduled program.
I was dreading to go voting. Last year it took an hour for me to get into the building and vote while entertaining 2 small children. This Sunday they mentioned they had to add more voting booths and assistance for the "waits of 1 1/2 to two hours" for those voting early. That was in my district. Ugh.
Yet, I walked in, there were empty booths and it was easy. Phew. And I only had one small child as Tater is in preschool today. Yaa... I can make it through the day.
After a long day, I decided to try to make Candied Yams. It's been a year and I need practice. Boy do I!!! Seems I don't know how hot my oven gets when I broil... yaa... you get to see pictures:
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Being resourceful and too lazy to make anything else... I remove the burnt marshmellows...
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You guessed it, I put more marshmellows on and tried again...
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And thanks to my mom, mammaw, I checked the expiration date on my Baking Powder. Hmmmm... I didn't realize there was an expiration date. Guess I'll be getting new Baking Powder tomorrow. Any guesses on how old my Baking Powder was?
Sometimes you just have to stop, look out your window and see the colors:
Coming soon to this blog will be some pictures and stories. Today and possibly tomorrow, not so much. Mom needs a break. Though, I will be finding some of my most obnoxious humor and posting it HERE. Teach Guy to let me have the keys to his blog.
Very seldom do I voice my opinion here on politics or other items. They are my opinions and not up for debate (geeze, I sound like Bou). I am open to hearing (or reading) others opinions as long as it stays civil. Want to be nasty to someone, do it via email and stay off my blog. Or be banned.
Since this involves my children and their education... I am getting ready for the battle that is coming up. It seems that in the public Florida education in Palm Beach county that giving 6 year olds up to 3 nights of homework is acceptable. From writing 12 sentences that involve the spelling words they will be tested on once a week to history to math. This is n.o.t acceptable to me. Exactly when is my child suppose to go out and play. They need to build all of their skills at this age... physical, mental, emotional. Not just the mental part.
This seems to be an issue that is not mine alone. From an MSNBC story:
A bright child with twinkling eyes, Ashlyn was eager to learn, and the neighborhood school had a great reputation. But by November, Ashlyn, then 5, wasn't measuring up. No matter how many times she was tested, she couldn't read the 130-word list her teacher gave her: words like "our," "house" and "there." She became so exhausted and distraught over homework—including a weekly essay on "my favorite animal" or "my family vacation"—that she would put her head down on the dining-room table and sob.
And while doing more research, I found this piece out of THIS ARTICLE:
For elementary-school students, Cooper found that "the average correlation between time spent on homework and achievement … hovered around zero." In Kohn's book, he highlights a 1998 study that Cooper and his colleagues did with second- through 12th-graders. For younger students, the amount of homework completed had no effect on test scores and bore a negative relationship to grades.
If you didn't catch it, it said for "younger students". I have no issue with my kids getting homework... say in the 5th grade... but 3 nights of homework in 1st grade?
Yes, I read the articles on why they should have homework. I have no found reasons that have made me change my mind. Particularly when I read something like THIS ARTICLE's data:
The researchers analyzed data from the Third International Study of Mathematics and Sciences (TIMSS), which in 1994 collected a large amount of data from schools in 41 nations across the fourth, eighth and 12th grades. For some analyses, they employed figures from the TIMSS 99, an identical study carried out in 1999 with 50 nations.
Their findings indicated a frequent lack of positive correlation between the average amount of homework assigned in a nation and corresponding level of academic achievement. For example, many countries with the highest scoring students, such as Japan, the Czech Republic and Denmark, have teachers who give little homework. "At the other end of the spectrum, countries with very low average scores -- Thailand, Greece, Iran -- have teachers who assign a great deal of homework," Baker noted.
It took me over an hour last night to get my pc working. Still no time to write up much for a post about the kids.
Oh... and Happy Friday the 13th... may you enjoy good luck all day.
Seems that life has been busy lately. Tot was in timeout no less than 7 times yesterday. One time for kicking Mom after she told him no. Needless to say, it was not a fun time. Even Tater got a timeout.
Mom took a timeout last night and watched a Monk my hubby recorded for me. No computer time. Hence, no cute pictures to be posted today. Hopefully, it will all come together today and be better.
Ohhh... did I mention that one of the commercial mentioned a Monk Game? Yaa... gonna be trying that at least once today.
I had to pull out the big gun yesterday. We were having the first birthday party for Tot. Yaa... his first two years where lacking in party material. Needless to say, you will see more tomorrow, but for now... this is what was used:
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Amazing what you can buy before you have children. Good thing I did... I certainly needed it. Sometimes I set my sights too high... Spiderman cake... yaaa....
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed on and digested.
Folks, the posting has been a little light lately... Tot has hit the terrible threes. And raising Tater did not prepare me for my second child. Strong willed is not 'strong' enough to describe this child.
For the next week I am reading two books on Strong Willed Children. I am hoping they give me guidance and assurance. I need to know I will make it through the next couple of months. I also need to find other ways to deal with Tot. I have tried time outs, spankings, walking away and even tried taking away toys. At age three, not one of those has made a dent. I know consistency is always a good answer, but consistently doing what?
Instead of posting, I will be researching, reading and working on my parenting skills. What posting I do will be light hearted because I have enough stress in my life.
Be prepared for more humor, strange links and pictures of my kids that need captions. Later!
Been a busy week. Got stuck with doing the newsletter for the preschool and that is where my computer time is going. Trying to find a good template to use.
Hope you have a wonderful weekend and here is something for you to consider:
Do you find it hard to get your partner or the kids up in the morning? Well, struggle no more...the Grenade Alarm is the perfect solution to your problem.
And some more about it:
Simply pull the pin, yell an emphatic "fire in the hole", then lob the grenade into the sleeper's room. After about twenty seconds, a very annoying and piercingly loud noise will blast out.
The best part, however, is that to stop the alarm the sleeper has to find you, so you can put the pin back in.
Needless to say, it has been a long weekend. Tater came down with that cold Friday, Tot got it Saturday. Sunday he was doing the 'croupy' cough. Ugh. By 8:30pm last night, I had enough. Nothing was working to help that poor boy. He kept crying and coughing and his nose just would not clear up. Off to the ER. I'm exhausted and really didn't want to go. But knew if I didn't go then, I would be going at 1am.
On the way, I called Bou. I needed a pep talk. She was great. I was able to brag about my hubby... he was great this weekend at helping me. And in trying to remember the good things.
Got to the ER... the good news... blood oxygen was excellent, no noise in his lungs... everything I did helped. Bad news... he has an ear infection. Ended up having to take a long trip to a 24 hour pharmacy. I wanted to start his antibiotics last night. I can't handle two more days of no sleep. One yes, two... would be pushing it.
On the way home from the pharmacy, I realized it was 'early' enough that my mom would still be awake. 11pm my time, is 10pm her time. I called. Not realizing I would probably give her a heart attack calling that late and she has caller id. Oops. Everything got cleared up and we talked about the storm Ernesto. Ahhh... the fun never stops.
Oh... posting will be light the next couple of days. I had stories, but I do not remember one of them. Sigh.
When I look back at all my head injuries, I wonder how I survived to be an adult. Next on my list is when I was about 5 or 6 years old. I was riding my bike down the road and took a tumble. Got amnesia from it. Good thing Tink found me.
And what I remember most about it was for a short period of time I came out of the amnesia as my Mom was taking me to the hospital. I remember holding her hand, looking up at her and at the door to the hospital and asking "Why are we here?" and she told me I hurt my head. Then I don't remember anything else.
I just hope my kids are more coordinated than I have ever been. Oh.. and the baseball bat injury... I was in my teens. There are a few more in between.
Just checking my keyword activity (to see how people are getting to my blog through searches... making sure I don't get too many Big Crunchy Butt ones) and saw an entry for how long does a hard boiled egg last. This was due to my post on eating an old Easter egg... and I was always told to boil any eggs before a hurricane because they would last longer than raw eggs... and this is what else I saw when I did the same search:
Why do hard-boiled eggs spoil faster than raw eggs? A hen puts a protective coating (called the bloom) on the egg as she lays it. The bloom keeps contaminants from entering pores in the shell (eggshells have up to 17,000 pores). Processing plants wash the eggs and coat them with mineral oil to replace the bloom. This protective coating is removed when you wash or boil the egg.
Then I saw this post:
Hard-boiled eggs should be kept in the refrigerator and eaten within 5 days.
eggIf you leave hard boiled eggs in the fridge any longer than this and the salmonella risk starts to rise very quickly.
The reason hard boiled eggs dont last as long as raw eggs is that in cooking the eggs, a natural protective chemical layer (produced by the mother hen) is washed off the porous eggshell, allowing germs to enter.
One the subject of eggs, here is the definitive guide to...
Every weekend, I'm going to try and tell family stories. You know the ones... that get passed down thru the generations... I'm trying to get my mom to write up some about her... like her pet skunk, pet chicken, how she wasn't allowed in the kitchen and the first chicken she cooked on her own... yaaa... I have lots of material... but today it will be about me.
I was asked to play softball with a friend, they were short one person. I could catch, but was pretty lousy at hitting and throwing. Oh, I could hit... usually a grounder to the pitcher... and I could throw as far as first base to home or second. That was my limit. But when you are short a person, just about anyone will do...
My mom made me promise not to play catcher. Any position but catcher. My friend D heard her and we both said ok. Off to the game. The team was practicing while waiting for the other team to show up. I was going to play first base. I could catch a ball thrown to me and that was the only position they figured would work for me since I couldn't play catcher. Whatever. But we also took turns at bat while we were waiting. Yaa... you are figuring this out...
It was the catcher's turn to bat. I was asked to catch while she batted. Uhhhhh... ok. The pitcher threw a grounder... and I bent forward over the plate to get it... I didn't think it was going to roll all the way to me. And the batter decided to 'golf' it at the same time. Yaa.... my head became the golf ball. Knocked me out cold.
Can you say I really didn't want my mom to know what happened? After all the warnings. After saying I wouldn't play catcher. Ohhhh boyyy...
I just hope my kids listen better than I did. ;-)
This morning I pushed the garage door opener and the chain broke. Right next to my van. I forgot to do the last load of laundry yesterday... it was my hubby's jeans and some towels. One guess as to what he wanted to wear this morning? I got 2 hours sleep last night and I have to be able to function today. Someone send that Culligan man my way... please.
UPDATE: I did.not.drop the camcorder in the swimming pool. Life just got better... considering I had found out just moments before I was wearing my underwear inside out. Yaa... I was a nervous nellie... holding on to the camcorder for all my life. Then I saw some funky little mountain looking thingie in the viewer... Sigh... I got home and took a look ... phew... it came out just fine.
UPDATE #2: This sucks royally... I mailed Tink's gift to the wrong zip code. Yaa... I just got a hold of UPS... there is nothing I can do until it reaches it's destination in Ft. Walton... She might get it tomorrow or she might not...
Ohhhhh... and did I mention that her birthday is really Saturday? yaa... I can't even get the f'in day right.
Touch Tough T.tties. I'm celebrating it tomorrow.
Update #3: I can't even spell Tough correctly... long long day.
My dentist can attest to the fact that pain killers don't last long in my mouth. My sister tells a story about me and tranquilizers that don't last. Funny thing... I have a low tolerance for pain. But the drugs just don't seem to last. Not any of them. Benedryl, Pain pills, and the like. Sigh...
What about you? Do you take drugs and they work as they are suppose to?
Saw that my sister had a post on accidents and illnesses. Which then prompted me to send a note to my mom on all my accidents and illnesses as a child. Might as well see what I'm going to look forward to with my boys...
I notice there is a trend towards head injuries. Goodness... I hope my children don't do that. I also see the opportunity for some stories to be expanded upon and told here. It's amazing I survived childhood. Naaa... not the injuries, that my mom didn't kill me for all the stupid stuff I did.
What about you? Any accidents or illnesses when you were growing up?
I need a new brain. I wrote those posts last night and forgot about me. But this morning brought a BIG smile to my face. Tater woke up and hollared for me. When I got there, he stood up in bed, put his arms around me and wished me a happy birthday. What a nice way to start the day!
Update: Wonderous gifts from AWTM...
From Tammi, a nice bit of eye candy for the end of the day as well as some relaxing pictures.
Tink has a great gift... pictures of my boys.
And Pamibe, who shares my birthday, gives me a wonderful heart!
|What Your Soul Really Looks Like|
You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.
You believe that people see you for how you are, not how you look. But deep down, you know that's not exactly true.
Your near future is a lot like the present, and as far as you're concerned, that's a very good thing.
For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.
Psst. I'm back but a little busy getting it all back into gear. It'll be a couple of days before I post pictures and more than silly stuff like this.
Blogging, reading blogs, emails will be slow. I can only get to my hubby's computer in the morning and at night. As it is I have Tater beside me trying to drive me nuts. I can't watch the kids in this room, it has too much stuff for them to get into... sigh... guess maybe I'll only be getting to this computer after the kids are asleep.
I am very upset. I had not backed up my laptop for 4 months. 4 months of pictures. Sigh.
While out back with the boys, I hear a cat meowing. Sounds like it is caught or hurt or has a sore throat... no matter, it doesn't sound good. The neighbors aren't home and it sounds like it is coming from their yard. Hmmm... they don't have a cat.
After a minute, I decide to go on a rescue mission. I tell the boys I'll be right back and hop over the fence. Now trying to find this noise isn't easy. First the neighbors have a batting area made of loose netting. And a fenced in pool. And bushes, lots of bushes.
After calling for the 'kitty' and trying to find the noise... I found it. I was very happy that it was at the neighbors and not my house. It was a frog trying to be eaten by a snake. Ok, the snake had a hold of a little piece of the frog and wasn't letting go. The snake's head was the size of a dime and the frog was as big as my fist. Very high aspirations for the snake.
Standing there, I decided it might be better if the snake dragged the frog elsewhere... I didn't want to hear it getting eaten and chances were the frog really was too big for the snake. Being the normal typical me, I touched the snake to make it move. It moved all right. And let go of the frog in the process.
I rescued one frog... sorta...
Tink is at it again. Telling outlandish stories about me. Ok, truthful stories. But I don't consider Pan and I on a Date in that story. And I doubt Pan did either since he left me. GRIN. Hence, it could not be doomed. ;-) But you never know. Then again, I was always getting in trouble with Pan around... and I have a feeling more of these stories are on their way.
Why oh why did one of my best friends marry my sister???
My kids are going to learn so much about their mom... one of these days I guess I better write up about the shells and the dead fish before Tink decides I have waited too long and does it with many embellishments.
I couldn't resist. I saw everyone else doing it, so had to join in on the fun. Here's my bumper sticker.
|Your Bumper Sticker Should Be|
Can you believe I got this for a minivan???
Lately I have not been commenting much. Here is an example of why:
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And this was my comment:
While you are at it, how about coming down here and moving all the 'junk' that came in our loads of dirt. ;-)
And when I mention it to a member of our Bad Example Family, he answered it in a good traditional way:
Well damn you and your dirty mouth!
Lately there has been a lot of bug stories on the blogs. Tink talks about an ant invasion. Contagion puts on his General uniform and goes after a swarm of the hostiles (Yellow Jackets) that tried to engulfed him.
And then I couldn't believe my eyes. Bug pr0n. I just couldn't stop reading it.
Go enjoy some bug stories.
Not everyone wanted rain... but I really did. Here are some pictures of the amount of sod we got... ugh...
Garden is right behind me... nope, no sod there... ran out of money.
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Walking a little further... here is more of the back / side of the house:
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And then standing in the back and shooting the picture towards the front... and yes, that is one of the two sprinklers I am trying to use to water the whole bunch of new sod.
Seems Pan told her the story about going golfing with me. The part about the animals is true. And for the record it was 2 squirrels and 1 bird.
At least he hasn't told her about playing raquet ball with me.
Off to Orlando again this weekend. Richmond and Sticks will be helping out again... be kind. Hence, I'm sharing what Tater brought home from school. It was a 'fill in the blank' paper. His teacher took the time to help him fill in those blanks. Right now Tater is big into Super Heros!!! And this really shows it. I have made his responses in Bold and with an underline.
My mother is the most wonderful mom in the whole world! She's as pretty as a firegirl. She weights 6 lbs and she is this (arrow pointing up) tall. Her favorite food is chicken.
In the good old days when Mom was little, she used to play in the bathtub.
I think Mom looks funny when she pretends to be scared.
I like it when Mom goes to the playground with me.
I wouldn't trade my Mom for a super Hero!
|Your Famous Last Words Will Be:|
It's interesting how some people can come up with the greatest stories about someone else. GRIN. Seems my blogdaughter Sticks has decided to 'stick it to me'. Gotta learn not to give that woman a meme.
Sad but true. Seems Tink and my mom have been discussing my life lately. It also seems that Tink has been mentioning it to another 'family member' - Harvey that is. I owe Contagion for getting her started. He asked for some "dirt on me" and she is hunting for it. Only thing going for me is that she was not around when I was a teenager and in college.
But the latest is to show that this mom isn't perfect. Ricotta cheese and garlic. Those ingredients will live with me forever.
It started when I asked mom if I could make dinner for a boyfriend. I could bake cookies, cakes and make fudge... I certainly could cook a dinner - right? Don't answer that yet. I decided I wanted to make Lasagna. Asked Mom for the recipe. Got a list of ingredients and went shopping. I couldn't find ricotta cheese. When I got home, I told mom about it. She told me to get started and she would go get me some. Well... when she got home I asked her if she had anymore garlic. Yep, you might guess where this is going. It called for 3 cloves of garlic. I only found 2. Mom then stated that she had 2 bulbs of garlic. Uhhh. Bulbs? What is a bulb versus a clove? Yes people, I made the lasagna with 2 bulbs of garlic. 1 bulb is about 10 cloves ... I put in about 20 cloves of garlic when it called for 3.
And yes we ate it.
NOTE: Must remember to change it from Draft to Publish ... was an early morning!
Watch out world when you get three very similar women together. Smart, professionals, and the mother of boys. (and yes Sticks, being able to drive a loader or digger is professional!). That's right, Bou, Sticks and I got together for a while.
In fact, Sticks had me laughing so hard while she was here. Talking about not having any blog fodder then telling me about the french fry up the nose. Or the one where her dog gives her son a bloody nose. Nope, I'm not going to tell them here... you will just have to convince her to tell you on her blog.
But I loved when she tried to take pictures of my boys... this you just gotta see... (click to enlarge)
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Contagion asked for more about me... here is another story... sigh...
I know VW has been talking about when she lived in Germany lately. What she failed to tell you was about the time that she flew me over to spend time with her. It was April and as she had me trudge uphill to her apartment, the azaleas where in bloom and it was snowing. We had such a great time together. I loved all of the places that she took me while I was there.
But one evening her phone rang and she answered it. She chatted for five minutes or so when finally she asked the caller why they were calling. I got a good chuckle when I saw her turn beet red and hand the phone to me. "It's for you!"
My darling Pan had called to see if I was having a good time and to say how much he missed me. VW thought it was someone from work.
Having a jelly cracker break just got better. Keep the jelly confined to the back porch and not all over the house. Well... at least not yet.
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A little late getting this out. Tater was sick last night. Not much sleep for mom and dad. Actually, Dad went to take care of Tater, fell asleep in bed with him, Tater's temperature went up... so high that he threw up. I woke up when Dad initially went to check on him and and again was up from the time Tater threw up for the rest of the morning. Got some motrin in him, a cracker and some sinus/cold stuff by 3:30am and he fell asleep... he is up and playing this morning with no fever. The little sh.t. I'm exhausted.
Really! Sticks is driving down this way and is going to stop and see me. I'm so very excited. We have known each other for so long I don't have enough fingers and toes to count the years.
I hope I will be so lucky to have the kids sleep while she is here this time as well.
Though I remember the time she came down before kids and we got to go out. Hubby (boyfriend at the time) chaperoned for us. I had so much fun. Though Hubby swears he will never play monopoly with us again. GRIN. I was banker (and drunk). Sticks needed some cash to pay rent to Hubby. I took it out of the bank, handed it to her and she handed it to Hubby. After the third or fourth time this happened.. .he actually noticed it. I don't consider it 'cheating' if you do it in plain site... right?
Amazing. A friend from Munich sent me some pictures of where I use to live. They were taken just a couple of days ago:
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I remember biking (yes, bicycling) to work in that. It was either bike or take the bus. Trust me, I wanted to bike. In fact, I looked fantastic when I got back to the States. 30 minute bike ride, twice a day, 5 days a week - minimum. Sigh. Someday I'll look that good again. But back to the Munich story.
Seeing all that snow also reminded me of Milk. I hate drinking milk. I'll put in on cereal, I'll cook with it... but I don't just drink it. Until I was in Germany. Whoa. That milk was thick, it was sweet, it was unbelievably delicious. All that white snow, brought back memories of Germany and the first that came to mind was missing that milk.
And as a side note. April may be a weird posting month. I'm having my friend's 15 year old daughter come stay with us in April. I can see we will have great blog fodder (as I remember very little German). I may not have time to post, or I'll have tons of time to post. We'll see when it rolls around.
It amazes me what I will do sometimes. See this toy?
Tot has a tendency to move it around. He will also make sure it is always upright if it falls over. I watch him do it. Someone goes by it and knocks it over, he will walk over and put it upright.
I was walking by it the other day and it fell over. I was so surprised when I realized I had bent over to sit it upright. Thot boy is getting me trained.
If it is, then I guess I just committed a sin. Sleeping in a sunny spot. Yep, I'm envious of our Happy Dog:
I love our new back porch... so does he. Ahhh the good life.
Usually I post most of my entries for the week on Sunday night. Not last night. I was on the phone with Tech Support forever. Ok, not forever but it felt like it. I finally got a call back from 'The Supervisor' after they fixed what I ASKED them to fix at the beginning of the call. By then, I didn't want to stay up and write posts.
I am uploading a really cute picture this morning and I hope to get the stories written tonight.
In the meantime, I getting Tater ready for his Valentine Breakfast with Dad this morning. Something the school puts together for the kids. I love it.
Enjoy your day. Hope it didn't start like mine.
Ohhh... did I mention some jerk called this morning? He yelled at me about calling his number. Uhhhh. Norman, I didn't call you this morning. No one called you from my number. I had both phones charging and they were in the same position as I had left them at 10pm last night. Away from my little kids hands. Though, I now have your number on my CID. Don't pull that stunt again or I'll put you in for harassment. GRIN.
The internet is alive at my house once more. I guess next time I won't leave Happy Dog to guard but one of Michelle's Firemen. GRIN.
There are stories to be told... like snot hair... but right now my time on the computer will be limited. There are boxes to be unpacked, the old house to be painted and cleaned, kids to take care of and address changes to deal with, along with a ton of other things.
Like reading over 300 posts that happened while I was away... and you don't want to know how much email I received.
Thank you to everyone that stopped by and left a message. Give me a couple of days and I'll get it all in gear again.
Trust me, I need to post... I am sure there are stories that happened that have come and gone out of my memory from the move that would have been great. No, I did not even turn the computer on during all of this time. Scary huh?
Back online is a wonderful feeling.
I am going to be depressed soon. I will be without internet access for 5 days. Yes, you read that right, 5 days. They are taking down our phone/dsl on Friday and it won't be back til Tuesday.
Will be busy over the next day, so not sure if I'll get some posts out for you or not. Any volunteers to post for me?
Who knows what cold I caught and where. I feel like crud, look like crud, sound like crud. Will post more good things about the kids later. Or maybe some humor as it comes into my email. Nothing that requires a lot of thought.
Every mom has toys that she would love to have... here are a couple of mine (click on link to see pictures and descriptions):
Or these Cube World, Digital Interactive Stick People... which probably wouldn't have interested me as much until I read that they fart. I know the men in my life would love it. And I would need at least 3.
And this is just too cool... a tape timer.
Any one of these Kitchen Items would be great.
What about you? Any toys you would love to have but would never spend the money on it?
There are many options out there for posts, but instead... I'm going to give you some quotes from one of my favorite writers... Isaac Asimov:
"If knowledge can create problems, it is not through ignorance that we can solve them. " -- Isaac Asimov
"Nothing interferes with my concentration. You could put on an orgy in my office and I wouldn't look up. Well, maybe once." --Isaac Asimov
"To insult someone we call him "bestial." For deliberate cruelty and nature, "human" might be the greater insult. " --Isaac Asimov
There are a lot of things going on in my life right now. Nothing worth writing about, but enough to drive me crazy and make me "human". For the next couple of days, you will get some odd posts. Yes, I will post about my kids. But occassionally you will get quotes, quizzes or anything odd thing that pops into my mind. I also might take a couple of days off and go visit my sister and in-laws in Orlando. She is down for the week. Who knows? Not me. But if I do visit her, I'm sure I will have great blog fodder... Tink, Pan, and their granddaughter... me, hubby and my two boys. Oh yaa. It could be interesting.
I received this humor in an email:
Ole bought Lena a piano for her birthday. A few weeks later, Lars inquired how she was doing with it. "Oh," said Ole, "I persuaded her to svitch to a clarinet." "How come," asked Lars? "Vell," Ole answered, "because vith a clarinet she can't sing."
and the first that came to my mind was: "Did my mom want me to play the clarinet so I couldn't sing while playing music?". If you have ever heard me sing, you would completely understand that statement. I use to be able to play a clarinet, read music and even play a few songs on the piano... but sing? Most everyone will ask me to stop... even my own child, Tater... and he's only THREE. GRIN
Hat Tip to Richmond at One for the Road:
|Your New Year's Resolutions|
2) Eat more sushi
3) Travel to Costa Rica
4) Study japanese pop culture
5) Get in shape with naked yoga
Sounds better than the New Year Resolutions I came up with! Work on eating better, getting exercise outside of kids and start meditating again.
What about you? Any good resolutions you would like to have for this year?
There have been so many good memories over this year... I had a blast looking back through my blog archives. Made me happy that Bou got me started on this. Yet, I couldn't figure out what I wanted to post for today. The top 10 people list that is going around? Point to some of my favorite posts?
Instead, I got this in my email yesterday and thought it was the best of all. I get this at least twice a year and every time I read it, I wish I could follow it. Some days I do, most days I wish I did. I think it is a great way to end this year and start the next. I hope I do better in 2006 in following this advice than I did in 2005.
An Old Farmer's Advice:
* Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.
* Keep skunks and bankers and lawyers at a distance.
* Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
* A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
* Words that soak into your ears are whispered...not yelled.
* Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.
* Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.
* Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.
* It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.
* You cannot unsay a cruel word.
* Every path has a few puddles.
* When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.
* The best sermons are lived, not preached.
* Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.
* Don't judge folks by their relatives.
* Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
* Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll enjoy it a second time.
* Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't botherin' you none.
* Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.
* If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.
* Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.
* The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin'.
* Always drink upstream from the herd.
* Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.
* Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back in.
* If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.
* Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.
Shout it from the roof tops... Danger Prone Mom is at it again. Here is one of two injuries I got yesterday:
Yep, that is my forehead. That is a huge cut in it. Maybe not that huge, but the amount of blood that came out of it made me think it was huge. (Click to enlarge the picture). The other is on my right hand. Oh yaaa. I can't seem to stop doing stupid stuff like this. I was sitting on the floor working on the Steam Cleaner last night when I got up very quickly. The cabinet door was open above me. I didn't know it. Yes, I was the one that opened it. But I heard a yell. I moved quickly... very quickly... right up into the cabinet door. Turns out it was my hubby yelling and not one of the kids. Thank goodness. At 10pm you don't want your kids waking up.
And even though I fixed the cleaner, I also succeeded in breaking a piece of it.
Wonder what the rest of this week is going to bring. Only today and the weekend left. ;-)
It took me this long to remember the way to log into my blog! That and I have been VERY busy. Two young monsters in a house that is NOT child proof. This is the first time I have gotten to sit down at the computer. I'm going to be so far behind in reading blogs it'll take me weeks to catch up!
The trip to Pensacola was fine, being here has been great. Lots of great pictures and stories. Will post when I get back into town in a day or two.
I hope everyone had a great Christmas and holiday.
Hard to believe I'm not in last place. Some of you have been very diligent in voting for me and I appreciate it. Thank you for taking time out of your day and making mine a little nicer. I love your comments and having you drop by... but the fact you cared enough to vote. Wow.
Thank you again for taking time to vote for me.
It amazes me when people let me guest post for them. You would think people would learn by now that what I post on your blog will be NOTHING like what I post on my blog.
On YOUR blog I get to be creative and have some fun. And then you take a blog like Random Fate that has many serious controversial conversations and add me. Jack was smart enough to have some of his more serious bloggers write for him. Why he ever added me is still a mystery. But I must say, I have been having fun.
My FIRST POST was taken from Bugs Bunny.
My SECOND POST was geeky gifts. Feel free to buy any of them and send them to ME!!! ;-)
Only I know what my third post will be... though I'm not sure yet. He did say I could put some of more risque humor over there. Well... he didn't say I could, but when I said I would be doing this, he didn't say no. Which implies yes, doesn't it?
Want to know more about how my brain works? Go take a look at those two posts. What you see here on my blog is a 'scrapbook' for me of my family and kids. When I travel to another blog... I "let the hair down".
And the reason why Jack is gone? He is moving from France back to the United States to be closer to his dad. His dad is having health problems and you can read more about it HERE.
There are some things that you would consider that it would only take one lesson to remember. Like seeing your child with a hard long item in his hand. Red flags should go up. But somehow it just didn't work. I didn't see the red flags. In fact, I never saw it coming, I had my eyes closed. Yep, Tot walked over very quietly and lifted it up and swung it down. Right on top of my forehead. I was happy it was not my nose. I still ended up with an atrocious headache.
1) Place the baking pan on the grass, and set the soda bottle in the center of the pan.
2) Mound and shape the most soil around the bottle to form a mountain. Bring the soil right up to the top of the bottle's opening but don't get soil in the bottle.
3) Pour 1 T. baking soda into the bottle.
4) Color 1 cup vinegar with the red food coloring.
5) Pour the colored vinegar into the bottle. Stand back and watch red form spray out the top and down the mountain of dirt, like lava from a volcano.
Take the above experiment. Modify to be used in a 16 oz water bottle on the kitchen floor. Have a Mom with only 2 hours sleep. Screw up the amounts... interesting red mess on the floor. BTW, I must remember that vinegar stings really really bad on cuts. And the red food coloring makes for an interesting look to the cut. Can't wait to see if any of the mothers notice my hands
tomorrow today when I drop Tater off at school.
I really did it. I answered all the questions sent to Basil. It was a blast. Go check out the questions and answers HERE.
I stuck my foot in it and can't seem to shake it loose. I volunteered to be 'interviewed' over at Basil's. What I really said was "If you are desperate, you can interview me". What I got back was that he was not desperate, but I opened my mouth and he was going to hold me to it.
Then I get a note asking me to
be a guinea pig be the first one interviewed. He wanted to use me make this up as he goes along and thought I would be malleable flexible to any changes.
What he doesn't realize is who will be sending in the questions. And they aren't going to care it is not anonymous. Go for it. Help Basil out and send me some questions. Anything goes. Me, my kids, my blog... How often I go out on a date with my hubby to how much I weigh. The only thing I see happening is some strange questions coming in from my family and friends from my past. There are some things I will NOT tell... GRIN... at least not in my blog. Then again, there are some things I will tell that might shock you. ;-) The only way you are going to find out is by Sending.In.Questions.
Basil makes it easy... go to THIS POST and click on vw bug. Up comes your email with everything filled in for you.
It had to happen one day. I opened my mouth and stuck my foot in it. I told Basil that if he was desperate to interview someone, he could use me. He ended up with a number of people volunteering to help out. And he said he was STILL going to stick it to me.
If you wanted to know something about me or my blog, send a note to basil(dot)interviews(at)gmail(dot)com and ask away.
Replace (dot) with . and (at) with @
Note: Don't ask anything you don't want the whole world to know that you asked. Your name may be shared during the interview.
How is it that when my children sleep through the night, I donâ€™t? The first time in 2 weeks, both boys slept through the night. What I call sleeping through the night is the time when both boys are asleep and last night both slept from 9:30pm to 4am. Over 6 hours! And I wake up with a foot cramp around 1am. ARGHHHhhhh.
It was weird. It was on the top of my foot. I donâ€™t ever remember having a foot cramp on the top of my foot before. But those suckers hurt as much as the ones on the bottom. Woke me up. Such is life. Hopefully with the vitamins today (and a couple of bananas), it wonâ€™t happen again. It being the foot cramp. I definitely want the boys to sleep through the night again. GRIN.
Hope everyone has a great weekend â€“ and donâ€™t forget to get in those Karnival of Kidz entries!