Essie & Gert circa 2004
Essie & Gert circa 2007
Check out Candid Carrie for more Friday Foto Fiesta's
Oh, and I keep forgetting - SITS is giving away an Ipod. I sure wouldn't mind winning it!!!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Gonna Do the Friday Foto FiestaThing....
I love these pictures. First of all I'm addicted to black and white, and second Essie just has this "I love you so much I'm going to smoosh you" look about her. The top one is blown up and lives on the wall behind my couch... I just want wait to get these two back together again!
Essie & Gert circa 2004
Essie & Gert circa 2007
Check out Candid Carrie for more Friday Foto Fiesta's
Oh, and I keep forgetting - SITS is giving away an Ipod. I sure wouldn't mind winning it!!!
Essie & Gert circa 2004
Essie & Gert circa 2007
Check out Candid Carrie for more Friday Foto Fiesta's
Oh, and I keep forgetting - SITS is giving away an Ipod. I sure wouldn't mind winning it!!!
I'm just FULL of posts today...
I ran some errands at lunch today. Tomorrow is Gert's last day at her daycare, and I'm looking for something to give her day-care-mom. Any ideas????? I can't spend a lot - $20 or so. So if you have any great ideas, I'd love it.
So, Mr. B called while I was out and about, and kind of out of the blue he said that he had read a post on a board we're both on, and it reminded him of me, and us. Basically the gist of it was this lady asks her husband every day what she can do to help him, and in doing so help her become a better wife. Quite often I have asked Mr. B if there is anything I can do for him, and he always says "just love me" which is sweet, but I already do it, and he does so much for me, I just want to be able to do the same for him. He said that reading that made him realize that when he says there's nothing I can do, or just tells me to "love him", that he's taking away my chance to feel joy and fulfillment from being able to help him. He said that he takes such joy in doing things to help me, and he realized that I am the same way. He apologized several times, and you know, it just showed me once again what a treasure I have in him. My soon-to-be-ex would never apologize, for anything, and certainly not for something like THAT. So, just in case you haven't figured it out, I'm totally in love with Mr. B, and I can't express enough how thankful I am to have him in my life.
So, Mr. B called while I was out and about, and kind of out of the blue he said that he had read a post on a board we're both on, and it reminded him of me, and us. Basically the gist of it was this lady asks her husband every day what she can do to help him, and in doing so help her become a better wife. Quite often I have asked Mr. B if there is anything I can do for him, and he always says "just love me" which is sweet, but I already do it, and he does so much for me, I just want to be able to do the same for him. He said that reading that made him realize that when he says there's nothing I can do, or just tells me to "love him", that he's taking away my chance to feel joy and fulfillment from being able to help him. He said that he takes such joy in doing things to help me, and he realized that I am the same way. He apologized several times, and you know, it just showed me once again what a treasure I have in him. My soon-to-be-ex would never apologize, for anything, and certainly not for something like THAT. So, just in case you haven't figured it out, I'm totally in love with Mr. B, and I can't express enough how thankful I am to have him in my life.
Aooooooogah.... Aooooooogah....
Okay - that's my pathetic version of an air-raid siren. What's coming?
Well, first, my mom. She's flying into Atlanta Saturday morning. Gert and I are going to get up at the butt-crack of Dawn (sorry sweetie - I couldn't resist) and head down there to get her. Which MEANS the next 48 hours will be spent CLEANING EVERYTHING... twice. Scrubbing small crevices with tooth brushes. Dusting window blinds and the BACKS of bookcases. The INSIDE of the garbage disposal. Think I'm joking? Right now the drain stopper thingy (what IS That thing called) from the guest bathroom is soaking in bleach so that when she pulls it up to inspect it, it's pristine. The kicker of all this is that if you went to her house, and you went in her basement, you'd want the hot line number to one of those shows where they go in and you can't even see the floor for all the CRAP and then they organize everything. Seriously, if she wouldn't be SOOOO offended, I would totally sign her up.
I LOVE my mom. As you all know she raised me all by her lonesome, and we had a great time, just the two of us. She has, however, lived by herself now for 18 years (oh my GOSH I suddenly feel old)... and when you live alone, you get to control the noise level, the light level, the general chaos level. And when you visit your daughter and her two wonderful daughters... eh... not so much. She doesn't always deal the best with these changes, so the first few days she's with us tend to be a little tense. And bless her heart she's taking the girls to a time-share about 30 miles from here for the week. I think she may be a glutton for punishment. But I think they'll have fun.
The SECOND incoming object is MISS ESSIE!!! YESSIE ESSIE is comin' home! Monday night I get my baby back. I have not kissed her beautiful face since June 16th!!!! COME TO MOMMA BABY!!!!! I talked to her last night online and she's so ready to come home, and Gert is SO ready to have her sister back (in fact she slept in her bed last night). And I'm so proud of her - her flight home is just shy of 5 hours! To do that on your own when you're 9-years-old? Yeah, I'm proud. Sadly I can't go to the airport to get her, so my mom and Gert and going to get her and I'll be waiting at the timeshare. I asked Essie what she would like me to make for dinner that night, to welcome her home - maybe lasagna or her favorite chicken dish. Nope - tomato soup and grilled cheese - silly Essie! Thanks for making it easy though!
The THIRD incoming object is a needle. Yes, Miss Gert is scheduled to get her going-to-kindergarten shot on Tuesday. She knows this is coming, consequently she wants NOTHING to do with talk of school. Mention it NOT my friends, for fear of the wrath of Gert. I keep telling her that it won't hurt anymore than getting her ears pierced. She doesn't believe me.
Funny Essie story - when she got her Kindergarten shot, the dr. said "We're all good. No more shots until 7th grade." Essie looked right at him and said "Then I'm not going to seventh grade. I'll just skip to 8th"
Well, first, my mom. She's flying into Atlanta Saturday morning. Gert and I are going to get up at the butt-crack of Dawn (sorry sweetie - I couldn't resist) and head down there to get her. Which MEANS the next 48 hours will be spent CLEANING EVERYTHING... twice. Scrubbing small crevices with tooth brushes. Dusting window blinds and the BACKS of bookcases. The INSIDE of the garbage disposal. Think I'm joking? Right now the drain stopper thingy (what IS That thing called) from the guest bathroom is soaking in bleach so that when she pulls it up to inspect it, it's pristine. The kicker of all this is that if you went to her house, and you went in her basement, you'd want the hot line number to one of those shows where they go in and you can't even see the floor for all the CRAP and then they organize everything. Seriously, if she wouldn't be SOOOO offended, I would totally sign her up.
I LOVE my mom. As you all know she raised me all by her lonesome, and we had a great time, just the two of us. She has, however, lived by herself now for 18 years (oh my GOSH I suddenly feel old)... and when you live alone, you get to control the noise level, the light level, the general chaos level. And when you visit your daughter and her two wonderful daughters... eh... not so much. She doesn't always deal the best with these changes, so the first few days she's with us tend to be a little tense. And bless her heart she's taking the girls to a time-share about 30 miles from here for the week. I think she may be a glutton for punishment. But I think they'll have fun.
The SECOND incoming object is MISS ESSIE!!! YESSIE ESSIE is comin' home! Monday night I get my baby back. I have not kissed her beautiful face since June 16th!!!! COME TO MOMMA BABY!!!!! I talked to her last night online and she's so ready to come home, and Gert is SO ready to have her sister back (in fact she slept in her bed last night). And I'm so proud of her - her flight home is just shy of 5 hours! To do that on your own when you're 9-years-old? Yeah, I'm proud. Sadly I can't go to the airport to get her, so my mom and Gert and going to get her and I'll be waiting at the timeshare. I asked Essie what she would like me to make for dinner that night, to welcome her home - maybe lasagna or her favorite chicken dish. Nope - tomato soup and grilled cheese - silly Essie! Thanks for making it easy though!
The THIRD incoming object is a needle. Yes, Miss Gert is scheduled to get her going-to-kindergarten shot on Tuesday. She knows this is coming, consequently she wants NOTHING to do with talk of school. Mention it NOT my friends, for fear of the wrath of Gert. I keep telling her that it won't hurt anymore than getting her ears pierced. She doesn't believe me.
Funny Essie story - when she got her Kindergarten shot, the dr. said "We're all good. No more shots until 7th grade." Essie looked right at him and said "Then I'm not going to seventh grade. I'll just skip to 8th"
How does she KNOW this?
Gert was talking about the pool at our apartment complex today. She said it is White House Shaped....
Here's the pool (it's the light blue just in case you can't tell):
And here is the White House:
Think she's onto something?
Here's the pool (it's the light blue just in case you can't tell):
And here is the White House:
Think she's onto something?
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
It's Just DUCKY!!!!!
Check out my new Blogicon!!! HOW COOL HUNH????
Thank you TONNAGES to Debbie whose contest I won, and to Cara from Your Blogicon for designing my friend... who I have decided to name Chuck Farley. That's a shout out to you Weibs, and to anyone else who can figure it out.
I think I'm definitely gonna have to teach myself to pimp my blog in DUCKS!!!
Thank you TONNAGES to Debbie whose contest I won, and to Cara from Your Blogicon for designing my friend... who I have decided to name Chuck Farley. That's a shout out to you Weibs, and to anyone else who can figure it out.
I think I'm definitely gonna have to teach myself to pimp my blog in DUCKS!!!
Etc.
First things first. Mr. B is fine. It's a situation that is going to take some time to rectify itself, and it's not going to be easy. I showed him the blog and he really appreciates your thoughts and prayers, as do I.
Second things second. Yes, my maiden name was Beaver. It was quite a name to grow up with. I attribute 95% of my personality today to dealing with it as a child. The "Bucky Beaver" in elementary school, the "Hey Beaver, where's Wally" calls in junior high, and then the lovely day that Naked Gun made the slang meaning for Beaver a household word in high school, learning to make the joke first developed what you now see as biting wit. Get it... biting.. beaver... HA HA. My all time FAVORITE Beaver story came in college from a sweet, innocent young man who did NOT know the slang meaning for Beaver. He was trying to come up with something using "Beaver" I had never heard before. One afternoon I was walking up to my dorm and he came running out "I'VE GOT IT!!!! Try this - I've got the fever for the flavor of a Beaver." Um... that's all I have to say about that. (Actually it's not - I do still have a Beaver collection, specifically Beaver Christmas Ornaments... so if you ever see one, please let me know!!)
Second things second. Yes, my maiden name was Beaver. It was quite a name to grow up with. I attribute 95% of my personality today to dealing with it as a child. The "Bucky Beaver" in elementary school, the "Hey Beaver, where's Wally" calls in junior high, and then the lovely day that Naked Gun made the slang meaning for Beaver a household word in high school, learning to make the joke first developed what you now see as biting wit. Get it... biting.. beaver... HA HA. My all time FAVORITE Beaver story came in college from a sweet, innocent young man who did NOT know the slang meaning for Beaver. He was trying to come up with something using "Beaver" I had never heard before. One afternoon I was walking up to my dorm and he came running out "I'VE GOT IT!!!! Try this - I've got the fever for the flavor of a Beaver." Um... that's all I have to say about that. (Actually it's not - I do still have a Beaver collection, specifically Beaver Christmas Ornaments... so if you ever see one, please let me know!!)
Okay... finally... I promised to get to acknowledging and passing out some awards!! Ooo I love this part!!!
First is the Arte y Pico Award from lovely AB!!! I've seen this award on different blogs and was SO honored when she gave it to me!! Isn't it pretty!!!
Here's the rules:
You have to pick 5 blogs that you think deserve this award for their creativity, design, interesting material, and also for contributing to the blogging community, no matter what language.
Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.
Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given
her or him the award itself.
The award-winner and the one who has given the prize must show the link of the “Arte y Pico” blog, so everyone will know the origin of this award.
Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.
Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given
her or him the award itself.
The award-winner and the one who has given the prize must show the link of the “Arte y Pico” blog, so everyone will know the origin of this award.
Here we go to bestow it on others.
1. Melissa at Reinventing the Wheel and Saving the Day. I think she changes the design of her blog daily, which makes it pretty fun :) Never know what you're going to get. I'm still waiting for her to get her blog mixed up with her customers stuff and see some.. um.. adult... material on her blog! I'm pretty much tickled that she's hanging out over here in Bloggerland.
2. MB at Life Is An Oxymoron. First of all cause of the heart on her header... it moves... that's cool. Second, she's a great writer and I love her outlook on life. And third, because I'm SO dang proud of her and her accomplishments!!
3. K at Farming, Living and Loving in the Heartland. I love that the background of her blog is Green.. I kind feel like I'm hanging out at her place when I read it. Not that I ever HAVE hung out there.. but I'd like to. She's got such a wonderful outlook on life, and cares about people so deeply. Go read her stuff, she's real!
4. Caro (see how cool I am there - usin' the nickname... HA) at Pocket Change. A little of this, a little of that, and one dang cute redhead! I love her pictures and her attitude, and the variety - hey - it's kinda like pocket change... HEY - I get it!!!!
5. Angie at Angie's Spot. Just the Monday Eye Candy ALONE is worth an award. And the rest of the week she's funny and charming and one of my favorite reads!!!
Now wasn't that fun!!!
AND THEN
I got the Brillante Weblog Award from Trooper Thorn (why are there so few men bloggers? Or am I just hanging out in the wrong circles? Just jokes Mr. B).
It is ALSO pretty:
And here are the rules:1. Put the logo on your blog.
2. Add a link to the person who awarded it to you.
3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs.
4. Add links to these blogs on your blog.
5. Leave a message for your nominee on their blog.
7 blogs??? Gosh, I'm gonna start to feel bad that I didn't pick people or did pick people who already have it... so.... I'm just gonna lump give it to these people:
Indiana Angel
Kori
Deanna
Angie
Kendrawolf
MB
Nik
Melissa
Trooper Thorn - yes I know I'm giving him his own award back
Dawn
Heather
Tam
Where's My Angels
Outnumbered2to1
Lula
Some of you may have already gotten this award, some of you may not like awards, and that's way more than 7, but those are the people that commented yesterday on my Mr. B blog and I really appreciate that....
OH - And it IS Wednesday and I DO need to rag. I REALLY REALLY WISH that the package delivery services of the world (UPS, FedEx, DHL) would BAN smoking in their trucks. I'm so tired have having packages that I have to FUMIGATE before I open. I mean really. Ick. I know I'm supposed to forgive, and I will, right after I send some e-mails to some customer service departments.
I do believe that is all for now. I might be back later. Or I might be buried under of pile of stuff I have no idea what to do with because my boss is gone and I'm doing her stuff and am LOST!!!!!!!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Warning - Not Funny Post Ahead
Mr. B is going through some really rough stuff today. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers. I hate not being able to fix everything for him, but this one, I can't.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Interview with a 36-Year-Old
(note - as you can see from my contest I'm a follower... so I'm gonna do this whole interview thing... with myself. I'm in black, and myself is answering in blue)
Hi Lizzy!
Hi me! You look AMAZING today! Did you do something different with your eye makeup?
Why yes, I did. Thank you for noticing! Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?
Of course not!
Okay, number one. What really nice thing happened to you this morning?
Oh! It was so great. You know my weekend wasn't so great (at least Saturday through Sunday afternoon weren't) and this week could get crazy at work since Donna is going to be out at the end of the week, so I was a little wary of how my Monday was going to be. I stopped at the convenience store before I went to work to grab a couple diet dews. When I walked into the store, one of the brokers I work with was there. I grabbed my pop and ended up behind him in line. We chatted a bit about the weekend and such, and when he got to the cashier, he put down his stuff, asked for cigarettes and then pointed to my pop and said "And you can add those in as well." Wasn't that just SO nice! That TOTALLY made up for my weekend.
WOW! That IS really nice. Did it make you cry?
Yes, because I have PMS.
Ahhh, yes, I noticed.
What are you saying? That I'm moody and emotional? You got a problem with that? You wanna step outside??
Jeez - back down and take a midol. Can we continue your highness?
Highness? Oooo - I like that. Can we make that official?
Whatever, as long as you keep answering questions.
Okay. Carry on, peasant.
Funny. Has anything else lovely happened today?
YES - as a matter of fact I WON A GIVE-AWAY!!!! And from one of my favorite new friends (which reminds me I need to get that bowl that the dip was in back to her) Debbie! I won an blogicon (which kinda sounds like someone from Star Wars or something) I'm SUPER excited and can't wait to come up with something UBER cool!!
WOW - that IS cool.
You mean "Wow, your Highness, that is cool."
*eye roll* Sorry. WOW, your Highness, that is cool.
I detect sarcasm.
I detect ego.
Do you have more questions?
Yes... are you ready...
You didn't s....
HIGHNESS?
That's better.
Do any of these readers know your maiden name? Cause that's always good for a laugh.
Well... some of them might, but I'd say most don't.
So, tell them.
Do I have to?
No, but they'll laugh and say "Poor girl"
I know... can I make them guess?
I guess that would be a good way to ensure comments. Sure, go for it.
Okay... It's an animal. A brown one. The largest of it's order. There was one a giant of this order that roamed the earth 13,000 years ago, and we're probably all glad that thing didn't make it. It is busiest at dawn and dusk, making it crepuscular. (HA - take that blog reading level thingy). So... there, see what you can come up with.
You totally googled it didn't you.
Well DUH
Okay, next question. Have you won any awards lately?
As a matter of fact I have, and I have been remiss in passing them on, but this is starting to get long so I will for sure address that tomorrow.
Just don't forget.
I won't. Quit nagging. And you forgot to say Highness.
I'm so done.
Good. Me too.
Hi Lizzy!
Hi me! You look AMAZING today! Did you do something different with your eye makeup?
Why yes, I did. Thank you for noticing! Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?
Of course not!
Okay, number one. What really nice thing happened to you this morning?
Oh! It was so great. You know my weekend wasn't so great (at least Saturday through Sunday afternoon weren't) and this week could get crazy at work since Donna is going to be out at the end of the week, so I was a little wary of how my Monday was going to be. I stopped at the convenience store before I went to work to grab a couple diet dews. When I walked into the store, one of the brokers I work with was there. I grabbed my pop and ended up behind him in line. We chatted a bit about the weekend and such, and when he got to the cashier, he put down his stuff, asked for cigarettes and then pointed to my pop and said "And you can add those in as well." Wasn't that just SO nice! That TOTALLY made up for my weekend.
WOW! That IS really nice. Did it make you cry?
Yes, because I have PMS.
Ahhh, yes, I noticed.
What are you saying? That I'm moody and emotional? You got a problem with that? You wanna step outside??
Jeez - back down and take a midol. Can we continue your highness?
Highness? Oooo - I like that. Can we make that official?
Whatever, as long as you keep answering questions.
Okay. Carry on, peasant.
Funny. Has anything else lovely happened today?
YES - as a matter of fact I WON A GIVE-AWAY!!!! And from one of my favorite new friends (which reminds me I need to get that bowl that the dip was in back to her) Debbie! I won an blogicon (which kinda sounds like someone from Star Wars or something) I'm SUPER excited and can't wait to come up with something UBER cool!!
WOW - that IS cool.
You mean "Wow, your Highness, that is cool."
*eye roll* Sorry. WOW, your Highness, that is cool.
I detect sarcasm.
I detect ego.
Do you have more questions?
Yes... are you ready...
You didn't s....
HIGHNESS?
That's better.
Do any of these readers know your maiden name? Cause that's always good for a laugh.
Well... some of them might, but I'd say most don't.
So, tell them.
Do I have to?
No, but they'll laugh and say "Poor girl"
I know... can I make them guess?
I guess that would be a good way to ensure comments. Sure, go for it.
Okay... It's an animal. A brown one. The largest of it's order. There was one a giant of this order that roamed the earth 13,000 years ago, and we're probably all glad that thing didn't make it. It is busiest at dawn and dusk, making it crepuscular. (HA - take that blog reading level thingy). So... there, see what you can come up with.
You totally googled it didn't you.
Well DUH
Okay, next question. Have you won any awards lately?
As a matter of fact I have, and I have been remiss in passing them on, but this is starting to get long so I will for sure address that tomorrow.
Just don't forget.
I won't. Quit nagging. And you forgot to say Highness.
I'm so done.
Good. Me too.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Some days just are like that... even in Australia
I woke up this morning with morning with gum in my hair...
Okay, no I didn't but it hasn't been a red-letter day... I drove 3 hours coming back from a friends house this morning, with enough time to run in the door, change my clothes, and head to an open house at a friends. Well, on the way the car started making this most GOD awful noise, so I detoured to Sears. They said they could look at it but it would be a while and they weren't sure they would have all the parts. Fortunately Sears is next to the biggest mall in town, so I wandered over there to just kill a lot of time, leaving my cell phone number with the car guys so they could call and tell me the news. Well... I went to Hallmark to buy some sappy cards to send to Mr. B and when I got to the register... my debit card wasn't there. Then I remembered when I stopped for gas this morning I had run in to grab a pop and just slipped the card in the pocket of my jeans which were now on the floor of my bedroom. Ok... so.. no food... no shopping for me (which was fine because I don't have any money to spend anyways, especially with car repairs looming), so I had just settled with the idea of just window shopping. Then my phone beeped. Oh, perhaps another love text from Mr. B? No... phone is dying because it didn't get charged last night. SO now I can't wander around the mall because Mr. Car Man can't call me and tell me what's up. I sauntered back over to the Auto Dept, parked my butt in their waiting area, and thank GOD I had brought a book. 4 hours and $500 later, I was back on the road.
Then I got home.. I didn't win the camera.
Then I checked the cupboards... no chocolate and no salty things.
It's 7:43... is that too early to go to bed on a Saturday night?
Okay, no I didn't but it hasn't been a red-letter day... I drove 3 hours coming back from a friends house this morning, with enough time to run in the door, change my clothes, and head to an open house at a friends. Well, on the way the car started making this most GOD awful noise, so I detoured to Sears. They said they could look at it but it would be a while and they weren't sure they would have all the parts. Fortunately Sears is next to the biggest mall in town, so I wandered over there to just kill a lot of time, leaving my cell phone number with the car guys so they could call and tell me the news. Well... I went to Hallmark to buy some sappy cards to send to Mr. B and when I got to the register... my debit card wasn't there. Then I remembered when I stopped for gas this morning I had run in to grab a pop and just slipped the card in the pocket of my jeans which were now on the floor of my bedroom. Ok... so.. no food... no shopping for me (which was fine because I don't have any money to spend anyways, especially with car repairs looming), so I had just settled with the idea of just window shopping. Then my phone beeped. Oh, perhaps another love text from Mr. B? No... phone is dying because it didn't get charged last night. SO now I can't wander around the mall because Mr. Car Man can't call me and tell me what's up. I sauntered back over to the Auto Dept, parked my butt in their waiting area, and thank GOD I had brought a book. 4 hours and $500 later, I was back on the road.
Then I got home.. I didn't win the camera.
Then I checked the cupboards... no chocolate and no salty things.
It's 7:43... is that too early to go to bed on a Saturday night?
Friday, July 25, 2008
Frieity (Get it - Friday+Variety)
First of all - ANOTHER long time friend has joined Blogger!! I seriously need to get some sort of kick-back, don't you think? So, my friend NIK has a blog over here now. I have met HER in person too and she's FABULOUS!!! She's got two boys and they're SO dang cute and she is so devoted to him. She's also FUNNY as all get out. So GO check her out and say hi. And also, thanks to all of you for the love you been showin' my friends... you all SO ROCK!!!
Next - Gert... GERT..... Gert likes to lay in bed at night and just kind of chill before she goes to sleep. Her sister does the same thing and once went to bed with markers... and woke up in the morning with purple all over her and all over her sheets. Fortunately the sheets had a pretty dark pattern and while all the purple never came out, the sheets were still usable. BUT I learned from that lesson and have always told the girls that they can ONLY take colored pencils to bed. So yesterday morning I was getting something out of Gert's bed and saw an orange marker, with no cap on. I thought "Oh little girl you are so lucky that didn't bleed on anything." Then I pull the comforter up and... RIGHT smack dab in the MIDDLE of her WHITE comforter is a HUGE ORANGE BLOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I soaked it and washed it and now it's a peach blob.... I am NOT happy with Miss Gert.
Finally, lots of ladies do the "My Husband Rocks" Friday thing. SO since I don't have a Husband, I'm going to do "My Mr.B Rocks" instead. And today, My Mr. B rocks because he sends me the sweetest text messages that just make my heart go pitter patter.... and while I'm not going to share all of them because some things are just to special to share, here's a few....
The first one requires a little set up. As you know I am blonde and quite often do blonde things. Yesterday Mr. B had an appointment with his sons psychologist to go over some results of some testing that was done recently. About 2:27 yesterday afternoon the phone at work rings, I answer, and it was Mr. B. What he said was "Hey, I'm at the hospital and about to go in, I'll let you know how it goes when we're done." Ok... blonde me processed NONE of that (I think it's because he didn't start off with "Hi Gorgeous" like he usually does so I was thrown), and being the articulate Mensa member I am, I replied with "Hunh?" And so he said it again. I got it, said I loved you and that was the end of the conversation. So later on I sent him a text saying "Sorry about my blonde moment earlier, I just wasn't expecting you to call." And the text I got back - "Sweetheart, I am coming to adore and love your blonde aspects. They are a truly precious part of you." Awwwwww.....
This one speaks for itself - "I really ache for your presence right now. To be able to hold you, to walk hand in hand, to eat a meal together, to curl up with you..... I love you."
And finally this one - "Oh... well, could you ink me in for spending the rest of our lives together? That's what I really want to do."
*Sigh* Mr.B. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Rocks.......
Next - Gert... GERT..... Gert likes to lay in bed at night and just kind of chill before she goes to sleep. Her sister does the same thing and once went to bed with markers... and woke up in the morning with purple all over her and all over her sheets. Fortunately the sheets had a pretty dark pattern and while all the purple never came out, the sheets were still usable. BUT I learned from that lesson and have always told the girls that they can ONLY take colored pencils to bed. So yesterday morning I was getting something out of Gert's bed and saw an orange marker, with no cap on. I thought "Oh little girl you are so lucky that didn't bleed on anything." Then I pull the comforter up and... RIGHT smack dab in the MIDDLE of her WHITE comforter is a HUGE ORANGE BLOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I soaked it and washed it and now it's a peach blob.... I am NOT happy with Miss Gert.
Finally, lots of ladies do the "My Husband Rocks" Friday thing. SO since I don't have a Husband, I'm going to do "My Mr.B Rocks" instead. And today, My Mr. B rocks because he sends me the sweetest text messages that just make my heart go pitter patter.... and while I'm not going to share all of them because some things are just to special to share, here's a few....
The first one requires a little set up. As you know I am blonde and quite often do blonde things. Yesterday Mr. B had an appointment with his sons psychologist to go over some results of some testing that was done recently. About 2:27 yesterday afternoon the phone at work rings, I answer, and it was Mr. B. What he said was "Hey, I'm at the hospital and about to go in, I'll let you know how it goes when we're done." Ok... blonde me processed NONE of that (I think it's because he didn't start off with "Hi Gorgeous" like he usually does so I was thrown), and being the articulate Mensa member I am, I replied with "Hunh?" And so he said it again. I got it, said I loved you and that was the end of the conversation. So later on I sent him a text saying "Sorry about my blonde moment earlier, I just wasn't expecting you to call." And the text I got back - "Sweetheart, I am coming to adore and love your blonde aspects. They are a truly precious part of you." Awwwwww.....
This one speaks for itself - "I really ache for your presence right now. To be able to hold you, to walk hand in hand, to eat a meal together, to curl up with you..... I love you."
And finally this one - "Oh... well, could you ink me in for spending the rest of our lives together? That's what I really want to do."
*Sigh* Mr.B. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Rocks.......
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Lions and Tigers and Give-Aways oh my...
Ok... the give away thing is getting a little out of control, and I've always been a follower... so... I'm DOING A GIVE AWAY!!!!
Are you not EXCITED????????
Here are the rules:
*Post a blog with a creative homage to your favorite office supply item.
*Comment on 5 other blogs making sure to use the word "vestibule".
*Go to your kitchen and grab two utensils and twill around the kitchen 3 times with them, chanting "Rock Salt, Sea Salt, please no Malt"
*Figure out the square root of 4,239
*Pick a drive through of your choice and when they ask if they can help you, say "I just need someone to talk to."
So - easy peasy right? Quit readin' and get to rule-followin!!!!!!!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Channeling Miss Beadle....
Class, I'd like you to say Hello to Mel.
(I'll wait)
Mel, go sit next to Debbie. She won't get you in trouble.
Watch out out for Lula.
Mel is someone I know IN REAL LIFE!!!!!!!!!! I have met her TWO times and even been in her HOUSE. She is uber talented, kind, sweet, and a GREAT mommy. You all are going to LOVE her. So please head over to her blog and give her a nice warm welcome!
(I'll wait)
Mel, go sit next to Debbie. She won't get you in trouble.
Watch out out for Lula.
Mel is someone I know IN REAL LIFE!!!!!!!!!! I have met her TWO times and even been in her HOUSE. She is uber talented, kind, sweet, and a GREAT mommy. You all are going to LOVE her. So please head over to her blog and give her a nice warm welcome!
The Original Scream
My first job, as you may remember from my jobs post, was working in the concession stand at the local movie theater. There were 3 screens, and we were the only movie theater for MILES. So a Friday night was going to be full of pretty much everyone I went to high school with. The concession stand itself was a big circle in the middle of the lobby. The door to get in was a "hidden one" (it's amazing the things you can do with paneling). The front of the circle was of course the glass case with the candy, and the back of the circle had cupboards where we kept the extra candy so we could stock up before the 2nd show. (Though we never ever had to stock up the Goobers. Seriously, who BUYS those? I'm pretty sure they are still there on the shelf at the theater. The same boxes that were there when I was). We wore black pants, white button down shirts, black bow ties, and blueish/grayish/ickish smocks that tied on the sides (I guess just in case spontaneous finger painting broke out).
Ok - to set the scene, you must know that I don't do scary movies. I have much to active an imagination for that. What I see on the screen will become 10 times worse in my bedroom in the middle of the night. Having said that, Child's Play was at the theater that week. On our breaks we were free to go in and watch parts of movies, and my friend Monica dragged me in to Child's Play just in time to see Chuckie choke some guy from behind. Ick.
Back to work we go. The lobby is filling with high school students milling about waiting for the late shows, the popcorn popper is spewing forth copious amounts of fluffy whiteness, and we start restocking the candy in the front. Skittles, Sour Patch Kids, M&M's, Milk Duds (my personal fav), back and forth, grab the candy from the back cupboard, put it in the case, grab the candy from the back cupboard, put it in the case. Finally, the candy is full, so I turn, shut the cupboard door with my butt, and walk away.
ONLY to be yanked back by my smock which is now pressed into the flesh of my neck. OH MY GOD IT'S CHUCKIE!!!!!!!!!!! HE'S REAL AND HE'S AT THE THEATER AND HE'S CHOKING ME!!!!!!!! I FREAKED out... FREAKED I tell you. I'm gasping, I'm panicking, I'm doing the classic grasping my hands to my throat in the international symbol of "HOLY CRAP I CAN'T BREATH"... I try to run from his evil doll self but it's only making it worse. After what seems like hours, Monica runs to the cupboard and opens the door... releasing the tie from the side of my apron which had gotten caught... thereby releasing the pressure on my throat... thereby bringing me back to my senses... at which time I look out into the lobby at the stunned faces of pretty much everyone I went to high school with, and the then side-splitting laughter begins. Theirs... not mine. I sank to the sticky greasy floor, and stayed there.
This story is brought to you today in an effort to try to win YET another give away. This time from Jaci who is reminding us of all things high school. So go check that out, and totally enjoy her blog, but don't enter the contest because that reduces my chances of winning. (Did I say that out loud???)
Ok - to set the scene, you must know that I don't do scary movies. I have much to active an imagination for that. What I see on the screen will become 10 times worse in my bedroom in the middle of the night. Having said that, Child's Play was at the theater that week. On our breaks we were free to go in and watch parts of movies, and my friend Monica dragged me in to Child's Play just in time to see Chuckie choke some guy from behind. Ick.
Back to work we go. The lobby is filling with high school students milling about waiting for the late shows, the popcorn popper is spewing forth copious amounts of fluffy whiteness, and we start restocking the candy in the front. Skittles, Sour Patch Kids, M&M's, Milk Duds (my personal fav), back and forth, grab the candy from the back cupboard, put it in the case, grab the candy from the back cupboard, put it in the case. Finally, the candy is full, so I turn, shut the cupboard door with my butt, and walk away.
ONLY to be yanked back by my smock which is now pressed into the flesh of my neck. OH MY GOD IT'S CHUCKIE!!!!!!!!!!! HE'S REAL AND HE'S AT THE THEATER AND HE'S CHOKING ME!!!!!!!! I FREAKED out... FREAKED I tell you. I'm gasping, I'm panicking, I'm doing the classic grasping my hands to my throat in the international symbol of "HOLY CRAP I CAN'T BREATH"... I try to run from his evil doll self but it's only making it worse. After what seems like hours, Monica runs to the cupboard and opens the door... releasing the tie from the side of my apron which had gotten caught... thereby releasing the pressure on my throat... thereby bringing me back to my senses... at which time I look out into the lobby at the stunned faces of pretty much everyone I went to high school with, and the then side-splitting laughter begins. Theirs... not mine. I sank to the sticky greasy floor, and stayed there.
This story is brought to you today in an effort to try to win YET another give away. This time from Jaci who is reminding us of all things high school. So go check that out, and totally enjoy her blog, but don't enter the contest because that reduces my chances of winning. (Did I say that out loud???)
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Noontime Quickie
HA - you thought this was going to be about Mr. B didn't you. Naughty Naughty.
I was reminded yesterday when I relayed about Essie and "the talk" about something that happened with Gert.
She was hanging out while I was getting dressed one morning. I was just putting on my bra when she looked at my chest and said "Mommy, you have REALLY big knee caps."
I was reminded yesterday when I relayed about Essie and "the talk" about something that happened with Gert.
She was hanging out while I was getting dressed one morning. I was just putting on my bra when she looked at my chest and said "Mommy, you have REALLY big knee caps."
Monday, July 21, 2008
Let's Go to The MOOOOOOOOVIESSSS....
Mr. B and I talk about movies sometimes. Some of the ones he has not yet gotten around to seeing yet AMAZE me. For example, he's a BIG super hero fan (well, his boys are more than he but still) at any rate, he's not seen The Incredibles!!! And, he's a HUGE fan of the Young Astronauts Program but (Lula honey, cover your ears, this gets ugly) he's not seen SPACE CAMP.
With that confession today came one that simply BLOWS MY MIND!!! Now, just to put this out there right now, for some people this would be the end of the relationship, but I'm determined to help him through this. That's how much I care.
The man. Has not. Seen. The PRINCESS BRIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOW CAN ANYONE BETWEEN THE AGES OF 35 and 45 NOT have seen that?? I was STUNNED. Simply and completely STUNNED!!! He's the quintessential person who SHOULD have seen it. It's not like he was a jock who was busy learning how to run a 5-2 defense in the locker room.... I still can't believe he hasn't seen it.
So that lead to a discussion of other "must see" movies of the 80's/90's. I asked him if he'd seen "Ferris Buller's Day Off" and he had the NERVE to blurt out "OF COURSE". OF COURSE... you can't say of course when you've just shared that you've never seen one of the greatest movies of all time! And most certainly an 80's cult CLASSIC!!
So being the cute, supportive man he is, he said I should blog about this and find out what other movies people think are classics that must not be missed. So start talking ladies. What movies (especially from the 80's/90's) should be on the list?
With that confession today came one that simply BLOWS MY MIND!!! Now, just to put this out there right now, for some people this would be the end of the relationship, but I'm determined to help him through this. That's how much I care.
The man. Has not. Seen. The PRINCESS BRIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOW CAN ANYONE BETWEEN THE AGES OF 35 and 45 NOT have seen that?? I was STUNNED. Simply and completely STUNNED!!! He's the quintessential person who SHOULD have seen it. It's not like he was a jock who was busy learning how to run a 5-2 defense in the locker room.... I still can't believe he hasn't seen it.
So that lead to a discussion of other "must see" movies of the 80's/90's. I asked him if he'd seen "Ferris Buller's Day Off" and he had the NERVE to blurt out "OF COURSE". OF COURSE... you can't say of course when you've just shared that you've never seen one of the greatest movies of all time! And most certainly an 80's cult CLASSIC!!
So being the cute, supportive man he is, he said I should blog about this and find out what other movies people think are classics that must not be missed. So start talking ladies. What movies (especially from the 80's/90's) should be on the list?
Mommy, why do girls...... (Or, How to Traumatize Your Mother)
I guess it was about a year ago. Essie was home with me, Gert I believe was at my moms for the weekend. I was basking in a nice hot shower when Essie (who would have been 8) comes in, puts the toilet lid down, sits and says "Mom, why do girls bleed." I could tell this was not one of those moments to say "Because that's how God made them." Essie is developing pretty early and we're going to have to face all this sooner rather than later, and here was the perfect situation - we were TALKING but there was a shower curtain between us so there wasn't the uncomfortable eye contact. So, I took the bull by the horns and gave her a high level birds and the bees talk. I was a good mom. I was using the proper terms, keeping it simple but not dumbing it down.
Then, all of a sudden, little Essie gets up of the toilet, pushes the shower curtain back, and sits on the edge of the tub. So I've gone from relative comfort of having the shower curtain between us, to the utter DISCOMFORT of having the birds and the bees talk - NAKED.
ACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS WASN'T ANYWHERE IN THE BOOK
And it's not like I had any bootstraps I could pull myself up by!
BUT, I continued on, like nothing was wrong. Finished up the general idea of periods, sex, and male and female anatomy. And my darling Essie's response? "People DO that???? EWWW!!!!!!!!!!!"
God did show his complete sense of humor (and I like to believe a small amount of vindication for mommy) when we went to church the following Sunday and Essie looked at the bulletin. The topic of the Sermon? Sex. She looked at me and said "You have GOT to be kidding me!"
HA
Then, all of a sudden, little Essie gets up of the toilet, pushes the shower curtain back, and sits on the edge of the tub. So I've gone from relative comfort of having the shower curtain between us, to the utter DISCOMFORT of having the birds and the bees talk - NAKED.
ACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS WASN'T ANYWHERE IN THE BOOK
And it's not like I had any bootstraps I could pull myself up by!
BUT, I continued on, like nothing was wrong. Finished up the general idea of periods, sex, and male and female anatomy. And my darling Essie's response? "People DO that???? EWWW!!!!!!!!!!!"
God did show his complete sense of humor (and I like to believe a small amount of vindication for mommy) when we went to church the following Sunday and Essie looked at the bulletin. The topic of the Sermon? Sex. She looked at me and said "You have GOT to be kidding me!"
HA
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Blag... Blag... Blag...
All around the bloggisphere today is talk about good blogging and bad blogging and so on and so forth. One question raised by many over time is how best to reply to questions asked in your comments. Do you reply right there in YOUR comments and hope they come back and see your answer, or do you go over to THEIR blog and reply to the question in THEIR comments and make people wonder what you're talking about.
SO - I'm gonna do a little survey over there on the right, and whatever the consensus comes out, that's what I'm going with. So... vote away babies!!!!!
SO - I'm gonna do a little survey over there on the right, and whatever the consensus comes out, that's what I'm going with. So... vote away babies!!!!!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
The Piercing...
Essie is in Vegas this weekend, yuckin it up (though she reports she HATES all the smoking everywhere). Gert and I were a little sad that WE weren't in Vegas, so we decided to have a bit of a girly day here. Gert decided she wanted to get her ears pierced. So, we skeedaddled over to the mall for some window shopping and ear-hole-making. We got to the place and she admired the different earring choices. I really pegged her to pick something pink, but she went for her birthstone, which is emerald. She was SO brave, just a little tear welling up in the eyes. I, on the other hand, full on cried.
She told EVERYONE we saw for the rest of the day that she got her ears pierced today. She's SO excited. It was a fun moment to have with her.
Here's Gert before:
Here's Gert getting purple marker on her ears:
Here's Gert getting tag-teamed:
And here's Gert with her new earrings!:
Now - those are some okay pictures hunh? But if I had a NEW CAMERA I could take even BETTER ones. SO, I've entered YET ANOTHER week of give aways at SITS. Now, I got MB to join up over there and so some of the rest of you cuties need to DO THE SAME!!!!!
AND on the TOPIC - those of you who are SITSa's, PLEASE head over to MB's new blog and give her some bloggin' love. I've known MB for... crimeny.. a REALLY LONG TIME, and SOMEDAY I'm going to meet her in PERSON. She's SUPER DUPER mommy with 2 beautiful girls who cracks me UP on a regular basis, and makes me feel so good about myself. Go check her out!!!
She told EVERYONE we saw for the rest of the day that she got her ears pierced today. She's SO excited. It was a fun moment to have with her.
Here's Gert before:
Here's Gert getting purple marker on her ears:
Here's Gert getting tag-teamed:
And here's Gert with her new earrings!:
Now - those are some okay pictures hunh? But if I had a NEW CAMERA I could take even BETTER ones. SO, I've entered YET ANOTHER week of give aways at SITS. Now, I got MB to join up over there and so some of the rest of you cuties need to DO THE SAME!!!!!
AND on the TOPIC - those of you who are SITSa's, PLEASE head over to MB's new blog and give her some bloggin' love. I've known MB for... crimeny.. a REALLY LONG TIME, and SOMEDAY I'm going to meet her in PERSON. She's SUPER DUPER mommy with 2 beautiful girls who cracks me UP on a regular basis, and makes me feel so good about myself. Go check her out!!!
Friday, July 18, 2008
Please lord let me keep him...
Got home, opened the mailbox, and what's on top? A card from Mr. B.
Lugged everything upstairs, started putting my clothes away and what's in between my shirts? Another card from Mr. B.
Oh..... wow......
I'm completely in love.
Lugged everything upstairs, started putting my clothes away and what's in between my shirts? Another card from Mr. B.
Oh..... wow......
I'm completely in love.
Mr. B and the Blonde
I went to bed at 11:00 or so last night. Got up at 3:30 so I could get on the road by 4:30 and get to work by 8:00 (made it in plenty of time). But I am TIRED.
There's an irrefutable law of nature - do not mess with a tired blonde.
Before I went to lunch one of the brokers went out to the mail box and brought the mail in. Small stack, I figured I'd get to in a bit (I was reading BLOGs... hello... priorities). Right before I went to lunch I looked at the envelope on the top of the pile, glancing at the return address. And then I did a double take... and a triple take. It was MY address. My HOME address. Then I look at who it's addressed to, and it's addressed to me. Now, I know I may be forgetful at times but I'm pretty sure I would remember sending myself a letter. And why would I do that?? And when did my handwriting change? It was literally probably a good 45 seconds before it finally dawned on me. That's Mr.B's handwriting. I was still was a little baffled how I managed to copy his handwriting. Then the clouds FINALLY parted at the sun began to shine and angels began singing - I realized HE had sent me the card!! Good LORD was I CONFUSED. I called him at lunch and expressed this new law of nature and why it had come about and he laughed and laughed and laughed.
For the record - the card has a fuzzy duck on it, and he sent it before I left here on Wednesday, and it was thanking me for the wonderful time.
There's an irrefutable law of nature - do not mess with a tired blonde.
Before I went to lunch one of the brokers went out to the mail box and brought the mail in. Small stack, I figured I'd get to in a bit (I was reading BLOGs... hello... priorities). Right before I went to lunch I looked at the envelope on the top of the pile, glancing at the return address. And then I did a double take... and a triple take. It was MY address. My HOME address. Then I look at who it's addressed to, and it's addressed to me. Now, I know I may be forgetful at times but I'm pretty sure I would remember sending myself a letter. And why would I do that?? And when did my handwriting change? It was literally probably a good 45 seconds before it finally dawned on me. That's Mr.B's handwriting. I was still was a little baffled how I managed to copy his handwriting. Then the clouds FINALLY parted at the sun began to shine and angels began singing - I realized HE had sent me the card!! Good LORD was I CONFUSED. I called him at lunch and expressed this new law of nature and why it had come about and he laughed and laughed and laughed.
For the record - the card has a fuzzy duck on it, and he sent it before I left here on Wednesday, and it was thanking me for the wonderful time.
The Full (well... almost) Report
I'm baaaaaaaack!!!!
Mr. B and I had a WONDERFUL time. When I got there Wednesday night he had made ribs for me that were WONDERFUL!!!! AND he made me home-made ice cream! We mostly just sat and talked Wednesday evening. It was SO nice to be able to communicate WITHOUT technology!!!! To get to look in his eyes and hold his hands. And kiss him... ;)
Thursday he took me to Stone Mountain park. My little geology loving heart was just a pitter-pattering!! We did the little tour center and then he asked if I wanted to climb the mountain or look at other stuff in the area. Yeah, I said climb the mountain. Apparently I was suffering through some bout of hysteria. We parked the car and headed up... and I MEAN UP! Any of you guys been there and done this?? Oh my goodness thank you LORD I've been exercising! It was bad enough as it was, but if I hadn't been Mr. B would be burying my poor little (ha ha) body in a shallow grave up on the mountain. It was an AMAZING view once we got up there, but I knew coming back down would be.. ACK!!! He offered to let me go down on the tram and he would meet me. HECK NO! I made it up, I can make it down! And I did, and it's one of those things that you think is going to kill you but when you finish it you feel SO GOOD!!!
After we got done we stopped by a picnic area where Mr.B revealed a surprise. He had paid attention one day when I was shopping. I had passed by the bratwursts and bemoaned the fact that I can't grill at my apartment and brats done anywhere other than a grill are just a travesty. So, he had brought brats and buns and sauerkraut, and charcoal and lighter - but we the lighter stuff was not working and we couldn't get the charcoal to light. So we just went back to his house and did it on the grill there. I thought it was SO sweet of him to think about that.
He had to work a little bit in the afternoon, so I just sat and watched him (yeah - we're at that point in our relationship where that's a GOOD thing) and then when he got done we ran a few errands, played some games, and then watched Enchanted (I've been dying to watch that with him...). We then made supper together (gosh that was SO fun...) and then just spent time together. I left him this morning and headed back home. So I'm totally exhausted.
Ok... so the surprises - there were 4, and I can tell you about one and a half. One was a plaid umbrella that will fit in my purse. I am a plaid ADDICT... REALLY I ADORE plaid. When I figure out how to spruce up my blog, you will see how much I love plaid. And the other day I had mentioned that I was snaggin' Gerts little multicolored umbrella because I don't have one. So, he found this cute plaid one, just for me (I told him he just assured that it will NEVER again rain in Asheville, NC). The other one was some pretty undergarments that he knows I love. And another one I can't tell you about, but it was plaid - that much I can tell you.
Now here's the little secret (shhhh - don't spread this around) Mr. B and I are talking a lot about the future. And making some plans. And they involve each other. And forever.
*warning - pure SAP ahead*
I have NEVER had someone in my life that I could be so myself with as Mr. B. He encourages me to be myself, he encourages me to share what I want to change about myself, and he then is my best cheerleader as I work for those changes. He listens to me and remembers what I've said. He understands what makes me tick, he understands the looks I give him. He even knows when I'm trying to give a look on the outside that is contrary to what I'm feeling on the inside, and he calls me on it. But the thing is, I don't find myself needing to do that because I feel so comfortable telling him how I truly feel inside. And I love that he's honest with me. He doesn't sugar coat things, but I love that because it lets me believe what he's saying, and after living with a liar for 10 years, it is SO refreshing. Mr. B. is also a LOT of fun. We laughed SO hard, and I smile so much when I'm with him. I love that we have our "inside jokes". I love the way he looks at me. I love his smile. I love the look on his face when he's concentrating. I love his sportsmanship (I beat him 2 times at the game we were playing). I love his gentlemanly ways. I love how beautiful and feminine he makes me feel. I love his love for his kids. I love his outlook on life. I love how he wants to take care of me. And I love how I feel about him. I want to take care of him, I want to make sure his needs are met, I want to be a calm refuge for him, I want to be his encourager and his confidant. I want to inspire him and help him do the things he wants to do.
So yeah... it was a great couple days. Now I'm missing him immensely, so pardon the piles of tissues on the floor.. I'll stop eventually.
Humph - I added something and it didn't add it. I added that Thursday morning Mr. B and I were wrestling and I sprained my thumb. Thought you all would appreciate that.
Mr. B and I had a WONDERFUL time. When I got there Wednesday night he had made ribs for me that were WONDERFUL!!!! AND he made me home-made ice cream! We mostly just sat and talked Wednesday evening. It was SO nice to be able to communicate WITHOUT technology!!!! To get to look in his eyes and hold his hands. And kiss him... ;)
Thursday he took me to Stone Mountain park. My little geology loving heart was just a pitter-pattering!! We did the little tour center and then he asked if I wanted to climb the mountain or look at other stuff in the area. Yeah, I said climb the mountain. Apparently I was suffering through some bout of hysteria. We parked the car and headed up... and I MEAN UP! Any of you guys been there and done this?? Oh my goodness thank you LORD I've been exercising! It was bad enough as it was, but if I hadn't been Mr. B would be burying my poor little (ha ha) body in a shallow grave up on the mountain. It was an AMAZING view once we got up there, but I knew coming back down would be.. ACK!!! He offered to let me go down on the tram and he would meet me. HECK NO! I made it up, I can make it down! And I did, and it's one of those things that you think is going to kill you but when you finish it you feel SO GOOD!!!
After we got done we stopped by a picnic area where Mr.B revealed a surprise. He had paid attention one day when I was shopping. I had passed by the bratwursts and bemoaned the fact that I can't grill at my apartment and brats done anywhere other than a grill are just a travesty. So, he had brought brats and buns and sauerkraut, and charcoal and lighter - but we the lighter stuff was not working and we couldn't get the charcoal to light. So we just went back to his house and did it on the grill there. I thought it was SO sweet of him to think about that.
He had to work a little bit in the afternoon, so I just sat and watched him (yeah - we're at that point in our relationship where that's a GOOD thing) and then when he got done we ran a few errands, played some games, and then watched Enchanted (I've been dying to watch that with him...). We then made supper together (gosh that was SO fun...) and then just spent time together. I left him this morning and headed back home. So I'm totally exhausted.
Ok... so the surprises - there were 4, and I can tell you about one and a half. One was a plaid umbrella that will fit in my purse. I am a plaid ADDICT... REALLY I ADORE plaid. When I figure out how to spruce up my blog, you will see how much I love plaid. And the other day I had mentioned that I was snaggin' Gerts little multicolored umbrella because I don't have one. So, he found this cute plaid one, just for me (I told him he just assured that it will NEVER again rain in Asheville, NC). The other one was some pretty undergarments that he knows I love. And another one I can't tell you about, but it was plaid - that much I can tell you.
Now here's the little secret (shhhh - don't spread this around) Mr. B and I are talking a lot about the future. And making some plans. And they involve each other. And forever.
*warning - pure SAP ahead*
I have NEVER had someone in my life that I could be so myself with as Mr. B. He encourages me to be myself, he encourages me to share what I want to change about myself, and he then is my best cheerleader as I work for those changes. He listens to me and remembers what I've said. He understands what makes me tick, he understands the looks I give him. He even knows when I'm trying to give a look on the outside that is contrary to what I'm feeling on the inside, and he calls me on it. But the thing is, I don't find myself needing to do that because I feel so comfortable telling him how I truly feel inside. And I love that he's honest with me. He doesn't sugar coat things, but I love that because it lets me believe what he's saying, and after living with a liar for 10 years, it is SO refreshing. Mr. B. is also a LOT of fun. We laughed SO hard, and I smile so much when I'm with him. I love that we have our "inside jokes". I love the way he looks at me. I love his smile. I love the look on his face when he's concentrating. I love his sportsmanship (I beat him 2 times at the game we were playing). I love his gentlemanly ways. I love how beautiful and feminine he makes me feel. I love his love for his kids. I love his outlook on life. I love how he wants to take care of me. And I love how I feel about him. I want to take care of him, I want to make sure his needs are met, I want to be a calm refuge for him, I want to be his encourager and his confidant. I want to inspire him and help him do the things he wants to do.
So yeah... it was a great couple days. Now I'm missing him immensely, so pardon the piles of tissues on the floor.. I'll stop eventually.
Humph - I added something and it didn't add it. I added that Thursday morning Mr. B and I were wrestling and I sprained my thumb. Thought you all would appreciate that.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Tairy Fales....
(SURPRISE!!!! I bet you were all bummed out this morning thinking "DANG IT! Lizzy's hanging with Mr. B, so she's not gonna post and that makes me SAD!!!" BUT through the magic of blogger, I'm here, but yet, I'm not!!!!!)
Background #1 -
My mom is a very wonderful upstanding Christian woman and a former elementary Principal. She doesn't EVER swear. NEVER. EVER. NOT EVER
Background #2 -
I am an only child of a single parent. Just me and my mom. Growing up we had all kinds of goofy games we would play. We were obsessive about patterns (palindromes especially) on the odometer. We would talk to each other put replace the first letter in every word with the letter D. And our favorite was Tairy Fales - taking two words and switching the first letters. So - Fairy Tales - Tariy Fales. Mountain Dew - Dountain Mew... Get it?
Ok, I'm in 8th grade, it's a Sunday, and we're strolling through Apache Mall in Rochester, MN. Down the center of the corridors are little booths - part of an arts & crafts fair. There were crocheted Renuzit covers and inspirational posters burned on the edges and shellacked onto a piece of wood. Simply gorgeous stuff. And my mom and I tairy faled our way through the day. We were just about to leave the mall, when a little booth caught her eye. The lady had made the most adorable baby quilts!! Each one had a large animal on it and they were soft and sweet. My mom points to one, a sweet soft blue quilt with a little duck on it. And she proceeds to say - "OH! Look at the cute little duzzy fuck!!!!"
Wanna know what mortification looks like?
So - the fuzzy duck has become a long standing joke in my family. And many friends have latched on. I have fuzzy duck slippers, fuzzy duck ornaments, a 3 foot fuzzy duck from FAO Schwarz.
So... in the near future, be on the lookout for... fuzzy ducks.
Background #1 -
My mom is a very wonderful upstanding Christian woman and a former elementary Principal. She doesn't EVER swear. NEVER. EVER. NOT EVER
Background #2 -
I am an only child of a single parent. Just me and my mom. Growing up we had all kinds of goofy games we would play. We were obsessive about patterns (palindromes especially) on the odometer. We would talk to each other put replace the first letter in every word with the letter D. And our favorite was Tairy Fales - taking two words and switching the first letters. So - Fairy Tales - Tariy Fales. Mountain Dew - Dountain Mew... Get it?
Ok, I'm in 8th grade, it's a Sunday, and we're strolling through Apache Mall in Rochester, MN. Down the center of the corridors are little booths - part of an arts & crafts fair. There were crocheted Renuzit covers and inspirational posters burned on the edges and shellacked onto a piece of wood. Simply gorgeous stuff. And my mom and I tairy faled our way through the day. We were just about to leave the mall, when a little booth caught her eye. The lady had made the most adorable baby quilts!! Each one had a large animal on it and they were soft and sweet. My mom points to one, a sweet soft blue quilt with a little duck on it. And she proceeds to say - "OH! Look at the cute little duzzy fuck!!!!"
Wanna know what mortification looks like?
So - the fuzzy duck has become a long standing joke in my family. And many friends have latched on. I have fuzzy duck slippers, fuzzy duck ornaments, a 3 foot fuzzy duck from FAO Schwarz.
So... in the near future, be on the lookout for... fuzzy ducks.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
You know you've become a professional commentor when...
You know you've already entered that word verification combo before.
Real Raggin Wednesday (and others)
Okay - my rag today is at those... nincompoops at Free Credit Report Dot Com and who ever the musical genius is who wrote their little jingles. And whoever at Fox News let them buy like EVER OTHER FREAKING COMMERCIAL SPOT.
I was standing in the shower this morning, shaving my legs (and being meticulous about it because I get to see Mr. B! tonight), and heard this sound... a first I thought it was Mr. B sending his good morning text, but no, it wasn't the right song. Then I thought perhaps Gert had awoken and was singing to herself in bed. Hmmm.. no.... Then I realized.. it was ME. Singing OUT LOUD. Singing the Free Credit Report Dot Com song "Shouldda gone to Free Credit Report Dot Com, i shouldda seen it commin at me like an atom bomb"
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!
IT.WILL.NOT.LEAVE.MY.HEAD
Which I'm sure is what they WANT, BUT it's not going to work. I'm so annoyed with them right now I wouldn't even check them out if they were free. Wait........
So... I will let it go now... I will think about some other song to get stuck in my head.... "If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife."
Yeah... that'll do it.
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Okay... now, onto other stuff. IT'S WEDNESDAY!!!!!!!!!!!! In case you missed it I get to see Mr. B today!!!!!!! He's got multitudes of surprises for me, he's cooking for me, we get to spend time together. OH my heart I'm so excited.
Hmm... that's all I've got for now... I'll probably come back and post something else... cause SOMEHOW I have to make this day go QUICKLY!!!!!!!!!
I was standing in the shower this morning, shaving my legs (and being meticulous about it because I get to see Mr. B! tonight), and heard this sound... a first I thought it was Mr. B sending his good morning text, but no, it wasn't the right song. Then I thought perhaps Gert had awoken and was singing to herself in bed. Hmmm.. no.... Then I realized.. it was ME. Singing OUT LOUD. Singing the Free Credit Report Dot Com song "Shouldda gone to Free Credit Report Dot Com, i shouldda seen it commin at me like an atom bomb"
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!
IT.WILL.NOT.LEAVE.MY.HEAD
Which I'm sure is what they WANT, BUT it's not going to work. I'm so annoyed with them right now I wouldn't even check them out if they were free. Wait........
So... I will let it go now... I will think about some other song to get stuck in my head.... "If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife."
Yeah... that'll do it.
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Okay... now, onto other stuff. IT'S WEDNESDAY!!!!!!!!!!!! In case you missed it I get to see Mr. B today!!!!!!! He's got multitudes of surprises for me, he's cooking for me, we get to spend time together. OH my heart I'm so excited.
Hmm... that's all I've got for now... I'll probably come back and post something else... cause SOMEHOW I have to make this day go QUICKLY!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I'd like to thank my mom, and my dog, and all you little people....
I've been given an AWARD :) And it's a cute one. First, it's PURPLE which is Essie signature color. And it's a SMILE award and just the other day a guy at work accused me of never not smiling. I took it as a compliment. So, thank you Dawn for thinking of me and making ME smile just like the smile that will be on my face when I come and hang out at your house someday!!
#3 - Melisa - She's gonna be a MOMMY - so I hope she likes kids :) She always make me smile with her comments and I know she's a nervous mommy-to-be and I always think that's so cute ;) I've totally loved getting to know her!!
#4 - Deanna - She lets her kids paint - INSIDE!!!! That's loving AND brave!!!!!!!! Her Saturday savings are REALLY helping me a great deal and I appreciate that SO much!!!
#5 - Missy - She has a delicious little girl and is such a great mom. She DOES make me smile with her comments and she swims with the fishes - that makes me smile MORE!!
Cripes - I hate picking only five. Hm.. I may have to make my OWN award so I can give it at will... OH YES I like THIS idea!!!!!!!
So here it is!!!
These are the rules:
1. The recipient must link back t0 the award's creator (http://www.thebabblingsofmere.blogspot.com/)
2. You must post these rules if you recieve the award.
3. You must chose 5 people to recieve the award after recieving it yourself
4. You must fit the characteristics of the recipient of the award, as posted by Mere.
5. You must post the characteristics of a recipient.
6. You must create a post sharing your win with others.
7. You must thank your giver.
Characteristics for the Smile Award:
1. Must display a cheerful attitude. (not necessarily at all times--we are all human)
2. Must love one another
3. Must make mistakes
4. Must learn from others
5. Must be a positive contributor to blog world
6. Must love life
7. Must love kids
1. The recipient must link back t0 the award's creator (http://www.thebabblingsofmere.blogspot.com/)
2. You must post these rules if you recieve the award.
3. You must chose 5 people to recieve the award after recieving it yourself
4. You must fit the characteristics of the recipient of the award, as posted by Mere.
5. You must post the characteristics of a recipient.
6. You must create a post sharing your win with others.
7. You must thank your giver.
Characteristics for the Smile Award:
1. Must display a cheerful attitude. (not necessarily at all times--we are all human)
2. Must love one another
3. Must make mistakes
4. Must learn from others
5. Must be a positive contributor to blog world
6. Must love life
7. Must love kids
So, now I get to pass it on!! How fun is THAT???
Okay #1 - Kori - Anyone who can go through shopping for swimming suits and not go postal HAS to have a cheerful attitude. She's going through a lot right now and does a darn good job of keeping her chin up. And now that she works in an afterhours bar she'll be LOTS of fun to have around ;)
#2 - Lula - It's amazing you can meet someone one day, and know you're soul sisters the next. This girl grabs life by the horns and shakes it! And I SO love that! The only thing I worry is that she MAY not make mistakes but... 6 out of 7 ain't bad!!!
#3 - Melisa - She's gonna be a MOMMY - so I hope she likes kids :) She always make me smile with her comments and I know she's a nervous mommy-to-be and I always think that's so cute ;) I've totally loved getting to know her!!
#4 - Deanna - She lets her kids paint - INSIDE!!!! That's loving AND brave!!!!!!!! Her Saturday savings are REALLY helping me a great deal and I appreciate that SO much!!!
#5 - Missy - She has a delicious little girl and is such a great mom. She DOES make me smile with her comments and she swims with the fishes - that makes me smile MORE!!
Cripes - I hate picking only five. Hm.. I may have to make my OWN award so I can give it at will... OH YES I like THIS idea!!!!!!!
MURPHY, you and your damn laws!!!
I chewed my nails growing up. Finally stopped, but never have had what you would call NICE looking nails. Well, the other day I noticed that they were looking PRETTY good - in fact ALL my nails had grown PAST the end of my fingers! I mentioned something about it to Mr. B, and his reaction leads me to think he likes longer nails (he said "Oh, I like longer nails) (I can read him like a BOOK)
SO.. I've been babying them and got some "hard as nails" to make sure they stayed nice and pretty and now today - ONE DAY before I get to see Mr. B, they are breaking and tearing like I put them in a paper shredder.
NO FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO.. I've been babying them and got some "hard as nails" to make sure they stayed nice and pretty and now today - ONE DAY before I get to see Mr. B, they are breaking and tearing like I put them in a paper shredder.
NO FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Imitation Is the Sincerest Form of Flattery
Givinya has a post about her stupid injuries, and it inspired me to share mine. And I think after reading these you all are going to realize how LUCKY you are to know me, because the fact that I'm still walking the earth is a miracle.
I think the best way to go about this is chronologically... or should I start with my head and work my way down?? Hmmm..
That sounds more fun.
Okay -
Head Injury #1 - there are no visible signs of this one, but I maintain that prior to this incident I was a genius and basically had the sense knocked out of me. I was 3, hanging with my dad at a high school football game. He was taking pictures of the game from the top of the bleachers. I was playing around by his feet... and fell. I kinda remember falling. And landing. Can you IMAGINE being my dad? As a parent I've replayed that scene in my mind and I can't imagine the sheer terror.
Course... it wasn't the first time dad dropped me on my head.
Head Injury #2 - I have a scar on my right eyebrow. When I was about 3 months old my dad was carrying me in a "baby carrier" (it was 1972 so you can imagine how sturdy it was.) Well, it broke, I fell out, onto the rock steps he was walking up. Poor Dad. He's big into head patting, and I think it's because he's making sure mine still works.
Head Injury #3 - Yeah - Dad isn't involved!!! And it's another with no physical signs, but again, when you consider how incredibly smart I am now, just IMAGINE what I would be capable of had I not sustained repeated blows to the head. Ok, now this one is going to take some visualization on your part. I was at a carnival (yeah - that right there is just a bad omen), about to ride the Ferris Wheel. Now most Ferris Wheels the line to get on comes at the Ferris wheel from the side, you know what I mean? Well this line came right to the front of the Ferris wheel. I was first in line, and for some reason the Ferris Wheel was the place to be, so there was quite a line behind me. I was standing on the stairs, and kept getting pushed forward, up a step, up a step, up a step. Now WHY there wasn't some sort of chain or something to stop you from going to far, I don't know (and if this had happened today, they would have paid us BIG BUCKS to NOT SUE them) but they didn't, and I got pushed up to far, and BAM, got hit in the back of the head by one of the Ferris Wheel cars. That hurt. A lot. If I remember correctly I got free ride tickets and free Cotton Candy.
Tongue Injury - 2.5 years old, riding in my grandpa boat, singing as we go over a big wave. I bite my tongue, hard. I even have memories of coming up from the cabin of the boat, crying, showing my mom my bloody tongue. Now I could go into a WHOLE post about this particular injury but I'll just sum it up - 1 trip to the dr, 1 trip to the er (via boat) , enough sedatives to sedate an elephant and finally 3 stitches in the tongue.
I think the best way to go about this is chronologically... or should I start with my head and work my way down?? Hmmm..
That sounds more fun.
Okay -
Head Injury #1 - there are no visible signs of this one, but I maintain that prior to this incident I was a genius and basically had the sense knocked out of me. I was 3, hanging with my dad at a high school football game. He was taking pictures of the game from the top of the bleachers. I was playing around by his feet... and fell. I kinda remember falling. And landing. Can you IMAGINE being my dad? As a parent I've replayed that scene in my mind and I can't imagine the sheer terror.
Course... it wasn't the first time dad dropped me on my head.
Head Injury #2 - I have a scar on my right eyebrow. When I was about 3 months old my dad was carrying me in a "baby carrier" (it was 1972 so you can imagine how sturdy it was.) Well, it broke, I fell out, onto the rock steps he was walking up. Poor Dad. He's big into head patting, and I think it's because he's making sure mine still works.
Head Injury #3 - Yeah - Dad isn't involved!!! And it's another with no physical signs, but again, when you consider how incredibly smart I am now, just IMAGINE what I would be capable of had I not sustained repeated blows to the head. Ok, now this one is going to take some visualization on your part. I was at a carnival (yeah - that right there is just a bad omen), about to ride the Ferris Wheel. Now most Ferris Wheels the line to get on comes at the Ferris wheel from the side, you know what I mean? Well this line came right to the front of the Ferris wheel. I was first in line, and for some reason the Ferris Wheel was the place to be, so there was quite a line behind me. I was standing on the stairs, and kept getting pushed forward, up a step, up a step, up a step. Now WHY there wasn't some sort of chain or something to stop you from going to far, I don't know (and if this had happened today, they would have paid us BIG BUCKS to NOT SUE them) but they didn't, and I got pushed up to far, and BAM, got hit in the back of the head by one of the Ferris Wheel cars. That hurt. A lot. If I remember correctly I got free ride tickets and free Cotton Candy.
Tongue Injury - 2.5 years old, riding in my grandpa boat, singing as we go over a big wave. I bite my tongue, hard. I even have memories of coming up from the cabin of the boat, crying, showing my mom my bloody tongue. Now I could go into a WHOLE post about this particular injury but I'll just sum it up - 1 trip to the dr, 1 trip to the er (via boat) , enough sedatives to sedate an elephant and finally 3 stitches in the tongue.
Here's the scar to prove it!
Shoulder Injury - 10th grade, riding my bike home from piano lessons, a Dominoes driver comes out of an alley and clips my front tire. Piano books and me go flying. I landed on my left shoulder, and while it wasn't dislocated, it was badly hurt and I can now predict the weather with said shoulder. The kicker here, I didn't tell my mom what happened because I thought I'd get in trouble for getting hit by a car. Later that evening we went to church and this nice lady comes FLYING to my mother, asking if I'm okay because she saw the whole thing. Yeah... I got in trouble. For lying.
Hand Injury #1 - I have a scar on my hand from a hot spot light exploding during the filming of the action sequence of Indiana Avocado and the Counter of Doom.
Hand Injury #2 - I once went to the ER for a hang nail. Yes, a hang nail. It was infected. I won't go into details because I know there are women with weakish stomachs reading.
Hand Injury #3 - I played volleyball in high school. I wish I could tell you this injury was from a miraculous save at the end of a game, causing us to win the state championship. But, I can't. I was from putting my shoes in the locker before the game. I accidentally ran my fist into the bench in front of the lockers and dislocated my knuckle.
I have NUMEROUS scars on my legs from various bike incidents, but I will share the story of just one more.
I was headed from my dorm to the main buildings my freshman year of college. There was a picturesque bridge you had to cross and then some stairs going up a hill. I was running UP the steps when I tripped. I didn't fall right away, but I started lurching forward and knew falling was eminent. For some reason my brain decided that the puddle of mud NEXT to the stairs was the optimal place to fall. So my body, being the compliant obedient body it is, fell. In the mud, which was hiding the top of a sewer drain, which cut my leg. There I am, sitting in the mud, wet, bleeding, I look up, and who's coming the other direction? Jason Peterson. The boy I had a crush on. Earth, swallow me now. Actually, just finish the job.
Monday, July 14, 2008
WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP ME?????
Background - Going to see Mr. B on Wednesday. We're going to make dinner together Thursday night and we have this little joke about Donna Reed/1950's/etc and so even though I'm trying to WIN an apron, I kinda got this idea to MAKE one before I go.
So... there's no JoAnn Fabric around here (what up wit DAT???) and I had my one hour lunch to accomplish the purchase of fabric and pattern. So... I... I.... I.... went to Wal-M*rt. I know I KNOW I KNOW!!! What the HELL was I thinking. But surely... just a pattern and some material... that shouldn't cause trouble, right? I even went in telling myself that they may not have what I wanted.
How right I was. THEY DON'T FREAKIN SELL FABRIC ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT??? WHAT????????????
AND THEN....
I'm leaving Wal-M*rt and Mr. B calls. Of course my blood pressure is like 350 over 300 now, and he can tell I'm annoyed, but I didn't want him to know WHY because the apron was to be a surprise. So I merely said "Wal-M*rt SUCKS and I'm never going there again." And of course he asked why, so I tried to explain without giving anything away. I ranted, he listen, and then said "I'm sorry Wal-M*rt got rid of their fabric".... He's too damn smart for his or my own good. Booger.
AND THE BAD THING IS - I can't get to a TARG*T to get my blood pressure back down until AFTER work.
Maybe I should check out their website... maybe that would help.
I can't believe I went to Wal-M*rt... I need a shower. I feel dirty.
So... there's no JoAnn Fabric around here (what up wit DAT???) and I had my one hour lunch to accomplish the purchase of fabric and pattern. So... I... I.... I.... went to Wal-M*rt. I know I KNOW I KNOW!!! What the HELL was I thinking. But surely... just a pattern and some material... that shouldn't cause trouble, right? I even went in telling myself that they may not have what I wanted.
How right I was. THEY DON'T FREAKIN SELL FABRIC ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT??? WHAT????????????
AND THEN....
I'm leaving Wal-M*rt and Mr. B calls. Of course my blood pressure is like 350 over 300 now, and he can tell I'm annoyed, but I didn't want him to know WHY because the apron was to be a surprise. So I merely said "Wal-M*rt SUCKS and I'm never going there again." And of course he asked why, so I tried to explain without giving anything away. I ranted, he listen, and then said "I'm sorry Wal-M*rt got rid of their fabric".... He's too damn smart for his or my own good. Booger.
AND THE BAD THING IS - I can't get to a TARG*T to get my blood pressure back down until AFTER work.
Maybe I should check out their website... maybe that would help.
I can't believe I went to Wal-M*rt... I need a shower. I feel dirty.
I love a challenge...
Kat over at Mama's Loosin' It is having a give-away. Now... all of it is COOL stuff but I am SO lusting after the apron... SO VERY MUCH.
SO, I'll do what I gotta to try to get as many entries in as possible. Since she's already on my blog-roll, that gets me on, and I commented on her post, so that gets me two, and now, to fulfill the third (if this makes no sense then click the link up there and check out her give away... it will all become clear to you Grasshopper)
Roses are Red
I aced Geology
James Frederick Ferrier coined the term
Epistemology
Roses are Red
These grapes are sour
Each morning I take
A 20 minute Shower
Roses are Red
Summer's for Swimming
My ex is using Myspace
To troll for new women
Roses are Red
I can be sappy
Mr. B is my best friend
And that makes me happy.
Roses are Red
Dora Says Muy Bien
Our UPS Driver is
a Lesbian
(that one was bad - I know)
Roses are Red
Blue Skies are above
Some people take to far
Their extreme greyhound love
Roses are Red
John Wayne was the Duke
That I'm wearing all matching jewelry today
Is a FLUKE
Roses are Red
Dominoes had the Noid
Because of some blogs
LOL I avoid.
Roses are Red
Furry are paws
I once knew a girl
with only beige bras
THERE - 3 entries... Oh I SOOOOOO hope I win!!!!!
SO, I'll do what I gotta to try to get as many entries in as possible. Since she's already on my blog-roll, that gets me on, and I commented on her post, so that gets me two, and now, to fulfill the third (if this makes no sense then click the link up there and check out her give away... it will all become clear to you Grasshopper)
Roses are Red
I aced Geology
James Frederick Ferrier coined the term
Epistemology
Roses are Red
These grapes are sour
Each morning I take
A 20 minute Shower
Roses are Red
Summer's for Swimming
My ex is using Myspace
To troll for new women
Roses are Red
I can be sappy
Mr. B is my best friend
And that makes me happy.
Roses are Red
Dora Says Muy Bien
Our UPS Driver is
a Lesbian
(that one was bad - I know)
Roses are Red
Blue Skies are above
Some people take to far
Their extreme greyhound love
Roses are Red
John Wayne was the Duke
That I'm wearing all matching jewelry today
Is a FLUKE
Roses are Red
Dominoes had the Noid
Because of some blogs
LOL I avoid.
Roses are Red
Furry are paws
I once knew a girl
with only beige bras
THERE - 3 entries... Oh I SOOOOOO hope I win!!!!!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
HELP ME PLEASE!!!!
For various reasons I need to perfect the art of making rice like RIGHT NOW...
EVERY TIME I MAKE IT it ends up wet and gross. PLEASE PLEASE HELP!!!!!!!!
EVERY TIME I MAKE IT it ends up wet and gross. PLEASE PLEASE HELP!!!!!!!!
You never know what will get you in the end...
This is a post I grabbed from my old blog. This happened about 2 years ago, but it's a classic Essie story and one I WILL be telling at ALL major Essie life functions. (FYI - at the time I was working part time at a daycare and part time in an office)
It was HOT today. 102 degrees. Hot. I work both jobs on Mondays, so by the time I get home at 6:30, I just want to sink into my "big butt chair", pull up the ottoman and veg. So tonight, I did that very thing. Adjusting the fan so that it would include me in its cooling swath, I sank back into my chair and focused, just barely, on the tv. I was half way between awake and a complete coma when I become aware that Essie is screaming in terror from the basement. Now, big butt chairs with ottomans are NOT easy to fly out of. I threw myself over the ottoman and raced through the kitchen, dodging Katie's play school toy bus, and raced down the stairs. The screams continued. In my mind's eye, I tried to prepare myself for what I might find. An appendage removed by an errant scrapbook photo cutter? A bone jutting from a leg after a poorly executed (not to mention not allowed) jump from the couch? Blood pouring from some orifice after a meeting with a tinkertoy? I look up, and there she is, tears pouring down her face, panic in her voice... and then my eyes are drawn to the culprit of the screams.
She has a plastic bowl... stuck.. on her knee. Yes, a plastic, orange, IKEA bowl suctioned cupped to her knee. She is terrified that she will have to go to the hospital to have it removed. I know.. I shouldn't have laughed. I should have been totally consoling and comforting, which I did do... but I laughed. I laughed hard. I wish I could have taken a picture of that face. SHEER terror. I bent down, broke the suction with my finger, and freed her poor little kneecap from it's plastic prison. And laughed some more. Eventually she also saw the humor in it.
Looks so innocent, doesn't it?
Saturday, July 12, 2008
You loose some, you enter some more...
Okay, so I didn't win LAST weeks Targ*t Card, but there's MORE to be won THIS week. SO, if you aren't a SITSa (MB, Mel, seriously, you guys would LOVE this place) then head over, comment, tell them I sent you, and I get EXTRA entries AND you get to hang in a REALLY SUPER COOL PLACE.
I'm starting to think I should change the name of my blog to The Journey to Target... :)
Really, I can talk about other things.
Here's the question for the day - what do your kids call their grandparents?? We have 3 grandmas and one grandpa, so my ex's mom is Grannie, my step-mom is Grandma, and my mom is Mimi. Essie named my mom Mimi at about 5 months. My mom had come to visit, and Essie was in her crib, and had just woken up. I said "Essie, look who's here! Who is that?" And plain as day she said "mi mi"... so, it stuck!!! The problem is that while my mom loves being Mimi (Or Meem's as Gert calls her) she doesn't like that it's so hard to find those cute shirts and plaques and stuff that says Mimi. Yesterday, I was walking through a local mall, and here's this cute little shop, and hanging in the door are signs that say "Nana's Kitchen" and "Granna's Kitchen" and then I see it!!! "Mimi's Kitchen"!!!!!!!! ACK!!!! And I go in the store and they have TONS of Mimi stuff!!! Apparently the ladies husband makes all the stuff and they listen to people over the years and Mimi has become quite popular!!!! So, in the end I found this ceramic mug (my mom collects mugs) that I MUST buy for her. I didn't yesterday cause you know... money ain't flowin' much, but I absolutely know where I am going to go to get her presents for Christmas this year!!!!!
In other news, I get to see Mr. B this week. I'm going down late Wednesday and coming home Friday morning. He has something planned for us to do on Thursday but he's keeping it a secret. I can't WAIT to see him. ACK!!! I haven't seen him since Father's Day weekend so I'm MORE than ready!
Miss Gert comes home tomorrow, to STAY!!!!! I get one of my babies back!!! I'm quite excited and ready to have some company in the house.
Wanna see something I think is neat??
Think she's mine??
I'm starting to think I should change the name of my blog to The Journey to Target... :)
Really, I can talk about other things.
Here's the question for the day - what do your kids call their grandparents?? We have 3 grandmas and one grandpa, so my ex's mom is Grannie, my step-mom is Grandma, and my mom is Mimi. Essie named my mom Mimi at about 5 months. My mom had come to visit, and Essie was in her crib, and had just woken up. I said "Essie, look who's here! Who is that?" And plain as day she said "mi mi"... so, it stuck!!! The problem is that while my mom loves being Mimi (Or Meem's as Gert calls her) she doesn't like that it's so hard to find those cute shirts and plaques and stuff that says Mimi. Yesterday, I was walking through a local mall, and here's this cute little shop, and hanging in the door are signs that say "Nana's Kitchen" and "Granna's Kitchen" and then I see it!!! "Mimi's Kitchen"!!!!!!!! ACK!!!! And I go in the store and they have TONS of Mimi stuff!!! Apparently the ladies husband makes all the stuff and they listen to people over the years and Mimi has become quite popular!!!! So, in the end I found this ceramic mug (my mom collects mugs) that I MUST buy for her. I didn't yesterday cause you know... money ain't flowin' much, but I absolutely know where I am going to go to get her presents for Christmas this year!!!!!
In other news, I get to see Mr. B this week. I'm going down late Wednesday and coming home Friday morning. He has something planned for us to do on Thursday but he's keeping it a secret. I can't WAIT to see him. ACK!!! I haven't seen him since Father's Day weekend so I'm MORE than ready!
Miss Gert comes home tomorrow, to STAY!!!!! I get one of my babies back!!! I'm quite excited and ready to have some company in the house.
Wanna see something I think is neat??
Little Baby Lizzy:
Little Baby Gert:
Think she's mine??
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Essie Essay
Since she's been gone the whole time I have had this particular blog, Essie's gotten a little gypped out on airtime, so here's a post all about Essie.
Essie was born in Knoxville, TN. She LOVES to hear the story about the day she was born. Her favorite part is that the doctor said I could start pushing and she was going to go check on someone and come back. I pushed once and Essie started REALLY coming out. They hollered for the doctor to come back and she barely got her gown on before Essie popped out on push #3!!!
Essie is the WORLDS GREATEST TRAVELER! She went on her first plane trip at about 6 weeks and people didn't know there was a baby on the plane. You put her in a car for a 17 hour trip to Granny's, and you won't hear a peep. Not an "are-we-there-yet" not a "I-have-to-go-potty"... NOTHING. She's SO content.
She was a super happy baby who NEVER let you know she had an ear infection, even though she pretty much always did.
One of my all time favorites:
Essie is a stuffed animal-aholic. MILLIONS of them... really....
Where's Essie then?
Essie's 3rd birthday at Disneyland:
Essie likes boys... she's been flirting with bag boys at the grocery store since she was 4 months old.
Essie was born in Knoxville, TN. She LOVES to hear the story about the day she was born. Her favorite part is that the doctor said I could start pushing and she was going to go check on someone and come back. I pushed once and Essie started REALLY coming out. They hollered for the doctor to come back and she barely got her gown on before Essie popped out on push #3!!!
Here's Miss Essie at about 2 weeks old:
Essie is the WORLDS GREATEST TRAVELER! She went on her first plane trip at about 6 weeks and people didn't know there was a baby on the plane. You put her in a car for a 17 hour trip to Granny's, and you won't hear a peep. Not an "are-we-there-yet" not a "I-have-to-go-potty"... NOTHING. She's SO content.
It may be because we let her drive:
She was a super happy baby who NEVER let you know she had an ear infection, even though she pretty much always did.
One of my all time favorites:
Where's Essie then?
Where's Essie now?
Essie's first real Halloween. Grandma made this costume.
Essie's 3rd birthday at Disneyland:
Here she is with her friend C at Lego Land:
Essie ADORES the musical CATS. Grandma & Grandpa bought her the DVD when she was 3 and we have watched it a GAZILLION times. This last spring before we left Minnesota, it came to a town close to us. I just could NOT pass up taking her. I didn't tell her where we were going. We went out for supper, and then headed downtown. She had NO idea. Drove to the Civic Center, the sign is flashing CATS, and the usual Ms. Notices EVERYTHING didn't notice it. We parked the car, walked to the Civic Center, she still had no idea. Walked in, got our tickets from will-call, and headed through the door. She STILL had no idea, until the ticket taker gave her the program. Of course they DON'T allow cameras inside (GRRRR) so I don't have a picture of her face at that moment, but if you ever wanna know what PURE ELATION looks like, that was her face that night. Being me, I cried. She had a BLAST. At the beginning of the show, some of the cats are out in the audience. One came over to Essie and pawed at her at hissed. She pawed and hissed right back. It a pawed and hissed again and she says "Hairball?" OH my gosh I almost died.
So.. here's a picture of Essie as Monkestrap from CATS for Halloween (and a MAJOR
shout out to Gramma who makes AMAZING costumes!!!):
shout out to Gramma who makes AMAZING costumes!!!):
Essie is a very complex girl. She's very smart and understands people better than anyone I know. She's also been quite damaged by her dad. He's said mean things to her, he has no patience with her. I won't get into all of it here, but it's not pretty. She's got a long road ahead of her, getting her self confidence back, but I know she can do it. I'm gonna do my best to help her and guide her. You keep on eye on my Essie... she just may take the world by storm one of these days. So... here's some more Essie....
Essie's first day of kindergarten
Essie was a flower girl in my brother's wedding. By the end of the day
she was hot and tired and had enough:
Essie as a winter princess for Halloween:
My beautiful Essie:
One of my all time favorites:
Saucy Christmas Essie: 
Essie as a new big sister
Essie as a preschool graduate
Essie's first day of kindergarten
Essie was a flower girl in my brother's wedding. By the end of the day
she was hot and tired and had enough:
Essie and her killer dimples:
Essie as a winter princess for Halloween:
My beautiful Essie:
One of my all time favorites:
Saucy Christmas Essie:
I forgot to add this - Miss Essie (who is in San Diego for the summer with Grandma & Grandpa) leaves today for a road trip. They are going to Phoenix tonight to go to a German restaurant where a friend plays the accordion on Friday nights, then tomorrow they go to Meteor Crater in Arizona, then Sunday & Monday they will be at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, then Tuesday they go to Durango, Colorado to ride this train thingy on Wednesday, then Thursday they go to Arches National Park in Utah, then Friday they to go Vegas for 2 days and then home on Sunday. I am SOOOOOOOOOOO jealous!!!!!
And tonight, for the Main Event - Targ*t v. Wal-M*rt
So Heather has expressed her distaste for the Beast from Bentonville (Wal-M*rt) and many of her commenters have agreed with her. My own blog last week expounded on my hatred of all things Wal-M*rt. So I wanna know - who loves them some Target (and who REALLY wants to win that $100 GC from Target on SITS this week?)? Who loves them some Wal-M*rt? (That sentence kind of made me want to throw up a little) Who doesn't have much of a choice?
SO - to that end if you will please direct your attention to the column on the right, and please take a moment to vote in my oh-so-scientific study of Target v Walmart.
SO - to that end if you will please direct your attention to the column on the right, and please take a moment to vote in my oh-so-scientific study of Target v Walmart.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Raggin Wednesday
(Business Item #1 - I'm changing the girls "online names". They both have had old lady names since birth (don't ask... it's just something I do) and rather than the KJ and KA, I'm going to go with those. So, from this point foward Miss KJ will be Essie and Miss KA will be Gert.)
(Business Item #2 - I'm so glad these Raggin Wednesday's come so quickly, because I get to go see Mr. B next Wednesday and I can't WAIT!!!!)
Okay... my rag this week is in regards to the ice cream purveyors in the world. This last weekend Gert and I went to the Biltmore Estate. It was a warm day and after touring the house (where Gert assigned each bedroom to a member of our family - and by the end we were on like 3rd cousins 5 times removed) we decided to grab a little ice cream. We went to the creamery, and like all good ice cream places these days, they had waffle cones dipped in chocolate with sprinkles. I don't know about the kids in your life, but mine REALLY REALLY want the waffle cones dipped in chocolate with sprinkles. I don't know about the mom's in your life, but I REALLY REALLY wanted her to get the plan boring plastic bowl. Now, if you go look at previous posts, take a good look at Gert's eyes. Yeah... they'll get you every time. So I caved and allowed the scoop of strawberry ice cream in a waffle cone dipped in chocolate with sprinkles. It was EASILY more than half Gert's body weight.
We found a spot out of the sun to sit and enjoy our delights (for the record I got a chocolate milkshake - I knew you were wondering). She's licking, I'm sucking. She's licking, I'm sucking (there... that should make for some interesting google searchers). Soon, she's dripping... the cone is HUGE, the scoop of ice cream is HUGE, the mess in her lap soon becomes HUGE. She got through most of the ice cream, and got a little ways on the cone before she got full and we ended up throwing it away.
OKAY - so here come the rag. I would HAPPILY PAY THE SAME AMOUNT OF MONEY for a regular sugar cone dipped in chocolate with sprinkles. Kids want the fun cone... can we PLEASE make it in a kid size?? Between feeling guilty about throwing that much food away, and walking through the rest of the Biltmore with a trail of ants following my daughter, I was thinking there must be a better option....
SO... Biltmore Estates people, I forgive you for only offering huge waffle cones dipped in chocolate with sprinkles, and I thank you VERY MUCH for sending me that online survey so I could express my thoughts.
(Business Item #2 - I'm so glad these Raggin Wednesday's come so quickly, because I get to go see Mr. B next Wednesday and I can't WAIT!!!!)
Okay... my rag this week is in regards to the ice cream purveyors in the world. This last weekend Gert and I went to the Biltmore Estate. It was a warm day and after touring the house (where Gert assigned each bedroom to a member of our family - and by the end we were on like 3rd cousins 5 times removed) we decided to grab a little ice cream. We went to the creamery, and like all good ice cream places these days, they had waffle cones dipped in chocolate with sprinkles. I don't know about the kids in your life, but mine REALLY REALLY want the waffle cones dipped in chocolate with sprinkles. I don't know about the mom's in your life, but I REALLY REALLY wanted her to get the plan boring plastic bowl. Now, if you go look at previous posts, take a good look at Gert's eyes. Yeah... they'll get you every time. So I caved and allowed the scoop of strawberry ice cream in a waffle cone dipped in chocolate with sprinkles. It was EASILY more than half Gert's body weight.
We found a spot out of the sun to sit and enjoy our delights (for the record I got a chocolate milkshake - I knew you were wondering). She's licking, I'm sucking. She's licking, I'm sucking (there... that should make for some interesting google searchers). Soon, she's dripping... the cone is HUGE, the scoop of ice cream is HUGE, the mess in her lap soon becomes HUGE. She got through most of the ice cream, and got a little ways on the cone before she got full and we ended up throwing it away.
OKAY - so here come the rag. I would HAPPILY PAY THE SAME AMOUNT OF MONEY for a regular sugar cone dipped in chocolate with sprinkles. Kids want the fun cone... can we PLEASE make it in a kid size?? Between feeling guilty about throwing that much food away, and walking through the rest of the Biltmore with a trail of ants following my daughter, I was thinking there must be a better option....
SO... Biltmore Estates people, I forgive you for only offering huge waffle cones dipped in chocolate with sprinkles, and I thank you VERY MUCH for sending me that online survey so I could express my thoughts.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Meme Tuesday (yeah Meme Monday would sound cooler but I LIKE to be different)
Got this one from Danielle at Captain Porkchops
Rules:
-Pick up the nearest book.
-Turn to page 123.
-Find the 5th sentence.
-Copy down the next three sentences.
-Pass it along.
Okay - nearest book - John Adams by David McCullough
"Something thing, some people, must no be hurried. Time and timing were both of the essence, now more then ever. Reminders of time passing were everywhere about him: the great clock ticking away on the outside wall of the State House; bells at night striking the hour; the "clarions" of a hundred roosters calling across town as he began his day at first light."
Now THAT was exciting wasn't it?
Here's a 50 questions... WOO HOO
1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? Why do I keep sleeping with my glasses on?
2. How much cash do you have on you? $17.61
3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR? S'more
4. Favorite planet? Pluto (it is TOO a planet - my grandma's cousin, Clyde Tombaugh, discovered it)
5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?My soon-to-be-ex.
6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone? Bubbly by Colbie Callait
7. What shirt are you wearing? I'm wearing a dress today, thank you very much.
8. Do you label yourself? Only when I forget to take the little sticker with the size of the clothing item off.
9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing? A2
10. Bright or Dark Room? Darker with nice soft table lamps and candles
11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? I have no idea who they are.
12. What does your watch look like? It used to be "silver" and "gold" but the "gold" wore off so now it's just "silver" with a scratched rectangle face.
13. What were you doing at midnight last night? Telling Mr. B goodnight.
14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say? "I love you too. And I want to help you feel less stressed out. When we talk @ 1, I want you to tell me what is most stressful right now so we can work on it" (from Mr. B)
15. Where is your nearest 7-11? Way way way far away.
16. What's a word that you say a lot? Fudge-buckets
17. Who told you he/she loved you last? Mr. B
18. Last furry thing you touched? Cheeky Monkey
19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days? Just some advil this morning.
20. How many rolls of film do you need developed? 0
21. Favorite age you have been so far? 36
22. Your worst enemy? Salt & Vinegar chips
23. What is your current desktop picture? Nothing
24. What was the last thing you said to someone? "I'm not sure how long she will be on the phone, would you like to leave a number where she can reach you?"
25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be? Million bucks
26. Do you like someone? Whole bunches.
27. The last song you listened to? "Feels Like Home" Chantal Kreviazuk
28. What time of day were you born? 9:42 am
29. What’s your favorite number? 5
30. Where did you live in 1987? Hutchinson, MN
31. Are you jealous of anyone? I work with people who pull down $300,000.00 a year... what do you think?
32. Is anyone jealous of you? Of COURSE...
33. Where were you when 9/11 happened? In San Diego - getting ready for work.
34. What do you do when vending machines steal your money? Figure it just wasn't meant to be.
35. Do you consider yourself kind? Yep
36. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be? On my back
37. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? Cat (That Dog Whisperer Guys making it big...)
38. Would you move for the person you loved? Absolutely
39. Are you touchy feely? Very
40. What’s your life motto? "Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be"
41. Name three things that you have on you at all times? Cell phone, glasses (see #1), diet coke.
42. What’s your favourite town/city? Oh jeesh - that's too hard to narrow down. San Diego is fun to visit.
43. What was the last thing you paid for with cash? Diet coke at gas station.
44. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it? I sent a letter to Mr. B last week.
45. Can you change the oil on a car? Probably... with the right tools and Google.
46. Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her? He's a VERY successful jeweler.
47. How far back do you know about your ancestry? I've got one line back to about the late 1400's.
48. The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy? Does wearing a dress to work today count?
49. Does anything hurt on your body right now? Cramps... ick.
50. Have you been burned by love? Yep... been soothed by it too.
Rules:
-Pick up the nearest book.
-Turn to page 123.
-Find the 5th sentence.
-Copy down the next three sentences.
-Pass it along.
Okay - nearest book - John Adams by David McCullough
"Something thing, some people, must no be hurried. Time and timing were both of the essence, now more then ever. Reminders of time passing were everywhere about him: the great clock ticking away on the outside wall of the State House; bells at night striking the hour; the "clarions" of a hundred roosters calling across town as he began his day at first light."
Now THAT was exciting wasn't it?
Here's a 50 questions... WOO HOO
1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? Why do I keep sleeping with my glasses on?
2. How much cash do you have on you? $17.61
3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR? S'more
4. Favorite planet? Pluto (it is TOO a planet - my grandma's cousin, Clyde Tombaugh, discovered it)
5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?My soon-to-be-ex.
6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone? Bubbly by Colbie Callait
7. What shirt are you wearing? I'm wearing a dress today, thank you very much.
8. Do you label yourself? Only when I forget to take the little sticker with the size of the clothing item off.
9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing? A2
10. Bright or Dark Room? Darker with nice soft table lamps and candles
11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? I have no idea who they are.
12. What does your watch look like? It used to be "silver" and "gold" but the "gold" wore off so now it's just "silver" with a scratched rectangle face.
13. What were you doing at midnight last night? Telling Mr. B goodnight.
14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say? "I love you too. And I want to help you feel less stressed out. When we talk @ 1, I want you to tell me what is most stressful right now so we can work on it" (from Mr. B)
15. Where is your nearest 7-11? Way way way far away.
16. What's a word that you say a lot? Fudge-buckets
17. Who told you he/she loved you last? Mr. B
18. Last furry thing you touched? Cheeky Monkey
19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days? Just some advil this morning.
20. How many rolls of film do you need developed? 0
21. Favorite age you have been so far? 36
22. Your worst enemy? Salt & Vinegar chips
23. What is your current desktop picture? Nothing
24. What was the last thing you said to someone? "I'm not sure how long she will be on the phone, would you like to leave a number where she can reach you?"
25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be? Million bucks
26. Do you like someone? Whole bunches.
27. The last song you listened to? "Feels Like Home" Chantal Kreviazuk
28. What time of day were you born? 9:42 am
29. What’s your favorite number? 5
30. Where did you live in 1987? Hutchinson, MN
31. Are you jealous of anyone? I work with people who pull down $300,000.00 a year... what do you think?
32. Is anyone jealous of you? Of COURSE...
33. Where were you when 9/11 happened? In San Diego - getting ready for work.
34. What do you do when vending machines steal your money? Figure it just wasn't meant to be.
35. Do you consider yourself kind? Yep
36. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be? On my back
37. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? Cat (That Dog Whisperer Guys making it big...)
38. Would you move for the person you loved? Absolutely
39. Are you touchy feely? Very
40. What’s your life motto? "Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be"
41. Name three things that you have on you at all times? Cell phone, glasses (see #1), diet coke.
42. What’s your favourite town/city? Oh jeesh - that's too hard to narrow down. San Diego is fun to visit.
43. What was the last thing you paid for with cash? Diet coke at gas station.
44. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it? I sent a letter to Mr. B last week.
45. Can you change the oil on a car? Probably... with the right tools and Google.
46. Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her? He's a VERY successful jeweler.
47. How far back do you know about your ancestry? I've got one line back to about the late 1400's.
48. The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy? Does wearing a dress to work today count?
49. Does anything hurt on your body right now? Cramps... ick.
50. Have you been burned by love? Yep... been soothed by it too.
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