Plum Crazy Millers...where purple, passion and peace reside.

Well, as it turns out, the walk isn't quite as finished as we thought. Notice the picture below (yesterday's post) the angle it was taken from? Yeah, well if you walk around to the front of the house the side of that curved part was not slated. It's all concrete...oops...6 1/2 inches worth! That's a lot of back filling. So, they are supposed to come back today and "fix" it. We're waiting on the pool guy to give us a quote to get that fixed, waiting for school to be over, waiting for ALL of the ants to die, waiting to hear what's going to happen with that broken window incident, waiting to paint, waiting..waiting..waiting. It's all about patience. ;0) The story of my life! So while you are waiting right along with me...here's a magnetic refrigerator poem I wrote with this site. I got the idea from Raehan over at Agog and Aghast. Some of you may have played so I chose a different set of words for this session. Have fun and let me know what you come up with!

Try imagination.
Waste no passion.
Observe grace.
Dream of beauty.
Capture an impression.
Purple.

Well, it's finally come to fruition!! I'm so excited, after 4 years it's starting to look like more than a box! Now to plant the flowers...;0)



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Want to find out how much t.v. your kid really watches? Ground them.

Yes, for the first time in his natural born life, J-man was grounded pending Dad's return from MA. He was caught by a neighbor throwing rocks and breaking windows with his partner in crime "T".

You'd think I'd be steaming mad. I thought I'd be steaming mad...but for some reason I was very calm and objective. I got a call from the other boys mom saying that a neighbor caught them throwing rocks at the little house near the water tanks. No one lives there, it's just a little office but it was vandalism nonetheless. I marched him over there to show me the damage he did (broke two panes) and then sent him straight to his room. When I went up later I asked him what happened. He told me that "T" found a piece of glass and threw it against a concrete block and it smashed. They thought it was cool and start to throw rocks at the glass to break it more. Then "T" stood on the block and threw a rock at the window and J-man followed suit. When I asked why he would do something he knew was wrong he just stared at me.

"Mom? What did I do wrong?" Huh??
"You think it's okay to throw rocks at windows and break them?
"No."
"But you thought it was okay to break these windows?"
"Yes."
"Why?!"
"Because they were already broken."

He's right. There were 3 panes covered in cardboard from previous "on-purpose-accidents". And in his 6 year old little brain, he was thinking it was okay to do this because the window was already broken. Alright..this I can live with. He was honest, remorseful, and afraid of what was going to happen next. What more could I ask for. I was almost...proud..is that weird?

I told you I'm a yeller by rights. I think he was more freaked because I was so calm. He knew he was really in trouble. In my own head, I was breathing a sigh of relief, but certainly wasn't going to let him in on that.

"You're grounded until further notice. We'll talk again when Daddy gets home."

He wrote an apology note, was not allowed to play with his friends , didn't get dessert, or a story before bed. No priviledges period.

It was the longest 2 1/2 hours of my life!! I said he could play games but no video or computer games, does this include DVD games? It's tv watching and computer game oriented..kinda...no DVD games. Decided. So instead, they continued to run around the house like caged animals, having fun, but LOUD. No t.v. or stories before bed= no wind down time. The stone guys didn't finish until almost 7 p.m. and they couldn't even handle sitting at the door watching them. Meltdown time. Baths, teeth, bathroom. They were both in bed asleep by 7:45.

And I still have two more days of this grounding crap. Isn't he the one who's supposed to be in trouble???

So far so good!!


My vision for our own home is finally taking shape!! When we moved in 4 years ago...this house was yellow, overgrown, and falling apart. I've listed before the things we've done to it in that short amount of time here, but this was one of my personal milestones. No, I didn't do this myself, but I did design it. This is just the first stage and already it give a more energetic flow to the house! Hopefully by the end of today it will have another step and broken flagstones covering the whole thing. Yay!! I can finally plant flowers and have a decent looking

Addendum: Things have been crazy here this past week with ceremonies, parties, end of the year this and that...AND we had a huge storm yesterday that blew my power until 6 a.m this morning. So, I will be by A.S.A.P!!! Two more days of craziness...and we're done!

The first scar of consequence formed when I was two. I had a ceramic coffee mug in my hand and was running. Needless to say, I tripped and fell and it broke from me landing on it. I have another one just into my hairline that I received at about age 4 after jumping up onto the counter and cracking my head on the cabinet door corner. Bled profusely, no stiches though. Countless scars on top of scars on my knees, elbows and hands from things like falling, poison ivy, chicken pox, rollerskating, bike riding bug bites, scrapes and scratches.

As I got older, I became less clumsy and scars became more memorable. The inch long mark left on my knee after running myself over with the lawnmower the first time I ever mowed the lawn. No stitches on that one either, amazingly enough. The one on my shin I got from a rigor on a shell while lifting it out of the water after the first crew race we ever won as a varsity team. The small white spot on my thigh that used to be a mole, was ripped off in the throws of being yanked around on an inner tube on Lake Gaston at 30 miles an hour.

Then came the scars you can't see. The ones inside that happen after healing from moving away from best friends or them moving away from me. The death of my friend from alcohol poisoning, the passing of my grandparents or loss of my first dog, Cocoa. From the grieving over betrayal of my cheating boyfriend, or the simple loss of love of which I had no control.

Then there are the happy scars. Like one from both my Cesarean Sections after my baby boys were born. The stretch marks the pregnancies left on my stomach (okay ,well those I could do without..LOL!) or the scar on my arm that appeared after jumping into the pool after my oldest to rescue him from drowning in the deep end.

To you, these may look like imperfections, to me it's what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and I'm grateful for every one because it makes me who I am today. ;0)

The coolest thing happened one the way home from a friend's house last night. Around 10 p.m I was driving down the highway at break neck speed, and drove into a bunch of lightening bugs...for about 4 seconds I had and iridescent light show all over my windshield... then they turned into regular but guts. Ah well, it was nice while it lasted.

Please go here and watch this video.


Done? Great.

This video was on the top of the charts in Europe this week. Children of all ages watch it. My kids love it. I think it's great...reminded me of High School and marching to it and the whole football team dancing.

So, please explain to me...although it's blurred out in this video...Why did they give the frog a penis?

Most of you know I am pro children. In the most basic sense, they are to be treated with respect, loved, taught right from wrong, and treated fairly. With this comes self-confidence, respect for adults and and inherent sense of good and bad. I do not condone children should be seen and not heard, however, I believe that kids need limits and a healthy amount of rejection is necessary for growth and independence.

This is not one of those times. Unfortunately, these children have no say in the matter. They are too young to speak for themselves and may never see each other again.

Two young ladies fell in love. They wanted to become partners for life and have children together. Both wanted the physical and emotional experience of having a baby so they were both artificially inseminated by the same sperm donor. One had a single child, one had twins with one unfortunate birth defect...Down's Syndrome. This mom chose to stay home and care for all three kids while the other mom went to work and became "the bread winner".

Things have gone sour. The two women want to go their separate ways, but the one who has stayed home with these children and been supported by her partner is suing for alimony and child support.

Here's the issue. They aren't married. According to "the bread winner" she has no ties to these other two children. As far as she is concerned, they had their own babies they should take care of their own children and be done with it.

There was a similar case in VT. The child was born to a same sex couple in a state where same-sex marriage is recognized. The relationship dissolved and one partner moved with the 2 year old daughter to VA where same-sex marriage is not legal. Now a custody battle has ensued and things are complicated because of the laws of two different.

I don't know the outcome of this case at this time, but my question is What about the kids? Kids that are at least half brothers and sisters biologically are involved and a child who is old enough to know two parents as Mommy and Momma is involved. Two of them are "married" in the eyes of the law, two of them are not. These women took on this responsibility together. So now these kids not only have the issues of "divorce" to deal with, but the stigma of same sex parenting. There are so many issues involved here so I'll leave it up to you as to what you want to address, but my question still remains. What about the kids?

I know a family. Good people. Church goers. Three kids, two loving parents and the epitamy of wholesome goodness. Except for one thing...Dad is a murderer. He has recently been in prison for almost a decade for killing another man, on purpose, in broad daylight, with absolutely no regrets. For him it was an act of desperation.

You see, about 15 years ago, the Mom in this family somehow acquired a secret admirer. First it was a "Hi" in the hallway, then the occasional note, then a couple of random phone calls to her desk, then her home and this continued despite her comments of discomfort, and any other nice ways of saying "No, thank you, I'm married". Before you know it he was in love. So much so, that he wanted her to leave her husband and family behind and run away with him.

She, was flattered at first, then uncomfortable, then frightened and when the threats to her family started she got a restraining order. He was stalking her.

The last straw that broke Dad's back was when this man showed up at his home, and threatened the lives of his children if Dad would not let his wife go.
An ultimatum was given; a time frame if you will, and he walked away.

Dad promptly went into his house grabbed his shot gun and shot the man dead in the street about a block away. Outside, on purpose, with intent to kill.

If it were my kids or my husband, would I have done the same...I'd like to say the answer is "No." But I'm not so sure....

Is there a such thing as Justifiable Homicide?



Note: Parts of this story have been embellished or ommitted to protect the family. Obviously, this is the short version but the underlying theme is true.

I tried to get this article linked for you all but you'll have to wait until next week or go buy this week's People Magazine. I don't normally buy the trash mags simply because I don't care about the Stars' lives, who doing whom or where Tom Cruise will spend his summer. I think they are people who, although, are in the lime light for the majority of their lives and have chosen to do as such, need their privacy.

I was, however, thumbing through this particular people because Garth and Trisha were on the cover and I like them. I found this article entitled "Breast milk is now available online. But is it good for baby?" Hum. Sold.

Jenn Connel, of Wilton, N.H. is a breast cancer survivor. She wanted children but a few years ago she had to have a double mastectomy, hence unable to breast feed. After her first son was born she started www.feedmybaby.com and appealed to other moms. She has two boys, 5 months and 17 months old.

She had a huge response and after many questionnaires and health checks she was able to breast feed both her children.

The article states that "thanks parents like Connel, who, for reasons ranging from adoption to illness to single fatherhood, can't satisfy the needs of their own families. With mounting evidence that mother's milk during the first year of life provides children with a host of benefits including immunities to many illnesses, some parents who can't naturally provide it are turning to relatives, friends and the Internet to obtain milk, for free or for a price. In the face of skeptics, they like to point out that wet nurses existed long before formula was invented." But donated milk poses risks of carrying diseases such as hepatitis and HIV.

You can buy your milk online from one of 8 established milk banks in the U.S. But Most milk goes for $3.00 an ounce which puts you at approximately $15,000 for a six month supply if your baby averages 28 oz. a day. Probably the safest option by my standards.

BUT....what about genetics? Immune systems are different for different people. Wouldn't breast milk immunities apply here too? It makes perfect sense to have milk donated for these reasons, but from a relative and not Joe Donator who happens to produce butt-loads of milk that may otherwise be wasted. I love the idea, but the risks out weigh the benefits for me. Vicki also brought up a good argument for genetics and disease...you can read that here if you wish. My question to you is pretend you were in any one of these extreme situations..what would you do? Would you risk the health of your baby to give them the supposed health benefits of breast milk?

As always, please feel free to express your opinions, but be nice. Thanks..violators will be towed at their own expense.

Note: I breast fed both my boys...J-man had chronic ear infections, J-man #2 catches everything his brother brings home or at the gym nursery. They are both relatively healthy and by no means "sickly". I was not a breast fed baby and have never had more than a cold, except for Bronchitis when I was younger.

I love D.C. I love the colors, the smells, the sounds as they relate to people and things. I was reminded of these things last night as I ate dinner by the Potomac River (which has a very distinct smell of it's own, I might add) within viewing distance of the Kennedy Center and Thompson Boathouse. It was a typical, warm, muggy, hazy evening (summer has decended upon us in all it's stifling splendor, in one day mind you) and we were outside eating and drinking and talking and listening.

As the night wore on...this is Sunday remember...those sites, sounds and smells I was talking about, became increasingly abundant in nature. By the time we left at 10:30 p.m. there was more skin, and body parts hanging out than I ever care to see in my lifetime again. They were of all shapes and sizes, all colors and a veritable feeding frenzy began. The energy and heat that emitted from these people was astounding!! Young professionals of all walks of life from late 20's to early 30's began a game of cat and mouse, the likes of which I have never seen.

I've been living in Podunkdom way too long!! My views have changed and so has my lifestyle. I felt extremely out of place and no longer comfortable in my own skin. I have always found people of color fascinating and beautiful especially when the product of different cultures. I have spent a lot of time watching people, living with people and being friends with people of different belief systems, races, religions, political mindsets and sexual preferences other than my own. I respect said people for their choices and can usually engage in contoversial conversations with them and hold my own.

Last night was the exception. One of my dearest friends, with whom)I have known since the tender age of 12, was with me during this display and we had a very disturbing conversation.

She is the child of a bi-racial marriage and I love her dearly. I have watched her suffer and succeed for reasons strictly relating to her color of skin. We have had our jealousies of each other, of which I will not disclose at this time, but we generally agree to disagree when it comes to our mindset and political issues. She is a lawyer, schooled in Conflict resolution, and history. She lives smack in the middle of the District of Columbia and loves it. She is a single 30 something and in the heat of her career and life goals. I am not. I was married with children by 30, schooled in all things education, and live in a bubble. I don't read the paper or watch the news. I tend to deal with negativity by doing the best I can to get rid of it. She lives with a constant battle of Depression.

Her statement about the scene I've just described, was this...
"Living in the city I've learned that for every person who is dressed promiscuously, or otherwise judged (by me or herself) as 'inappropriate' does so because someone out there likes it. The different classes, and cultures, like different things. Hispanic and African American women tend to dress more provacatively to show off their curves. The more flesh the better. Women of Asian decent, while generally small and thin in nature tend to dress in tight clingy dresses ,mini-mini skirts, tight tees and higher heels to make them appear taller. Caucasian women are usually very sleek and trendily dressed or not."

I found it disgusting. I thought many of the girls were inappropriately dressed regardless of how they "thought" they looked. I certainly wouldn't want any child of mine dressed in such a fashion and I have boys! I watched the men watch the girls and found myself envying them at the same time. I was wishing I could have my pre-baby body back. I've always been a big girl, I stand 5'10" and have never worn a size 7 let alone realized there was even a size 0! Yet, I was appalled that even in this day and age, SEX, was exuding from these people like animals. It made me want to throw up, and in no way did I want to even try to understand. I have never had to or wanted to gain acceptance in this way.

Now. Does ethinicity really have anything to do with it? Or is this just a lifestyle that I've become unfamiliar with because of the direction my life has taken? People of like minds band together. People of like cultures band together. You can say the same about race, creed and just about anything. If all these "groups" of people cling to each other for commonality...what does that say about being a "melting pot "of a country? Being "culturally" diverse? Does diversity really mean separate but equal? If something is accepted by one group of people...does that make it okay? Do you feel you have the right to judge people on what you see?

Warning: Feel free to respond to any or all of these things here or in your own post (just let me know so I can read it!) , have conversations in the comment section, say what you feel, but please remember...be kind. I welcome all thoughts and opinions here, whether or not they match my own. But I will not tolerate negativity in any shape, fashion or form. Thanks!

What a fantastic day I had yesterday!! We (my boys and I) went to the Herndon Festival with about, 10,000 other people yesterday and had a blast! We rode crazy carnival rides and ate tons of junk food. We ended our excitement filled day sitting in the blazing 1000 degree sun drinking Frappacchino giveaways and eating cotton candy watching Deni Bonet , the two Ann's and her drummer who's name I can't remember right now...play a phenomenal show despite the heat. She is radiant, energetic, spicy, full of life and incredibly talented. When you think of the best of New York, you think of Deni. Bright and beautiful, sassy and intriguing. My kids stayed and listened and danced for the entire hour and a half!! Her original show was slated on line to be 45 mins...which was the only bummer BECAUSE I didn't get to spend any whole lotta hang out time with her. She had already gone onstage when we finsished with our carnival bits and when the show was over I went up to introduce myself and spent about 10 minutes talking to her. Hardly enough time!! I had to bolt because it was already 3:15 we still had to walk back to our car and drive 45 minutes home then an hour back into the city...I was supposed to meet some friends in D.C. for dinner around 5:30 :0(

So goes it...At least we got to meet her and my kids loved her music (so did I)! At one point, J-Man #2 was standing in the middle of the grass, binky in his mouth, arms outstretched, eyes closed and body jammin' to the beat! And me without my cam-corder!! This is so how I want my kids to grow up. Appreciating how hard people work and the beauty talent can give to others.

If you ever get a chance to catch her show..you won't be disappointed. I have to go order her CD now for J-Man #1..I was out of cash at the show! Go here to find her latest release and check out some of her photos and bio. Very cool lady, I hope meet her again someday. Until then Deni...see you in the Blogosphere!!

I'm off to write my first Can O' Worms installment.. I'll have it up later today ;0)

First...I'm off to the Herndon Festival!! Yay me! My plans worked out and I am going to see The Last Girl on Earth play...then I'm going to hunt her down and make her drink yummy drinks with me while I sing her praises about her "The Meme Song".

B)... I will get to each an every one of you who came by yesterday and left me loverly messages and supportive commentary! My ego is full blown again!!! I'm loved! Yay me! Seriously, you all really know how to bring a girl out of downer, so thank you.

3)...I leave you with a fun little Quiz for today because next week I'm going to get all controversial on you...that's right...I'm having a "Open a Can O' Worms Week" or as many days as I can muster seeing as how I'm not all that controversial...but I'll certainly give you the chance to be!

So until then...

I can see me here...or there abouts anyway... more like Tuscany actually.

You Belong in Rome You're a big city girl with a small town heart Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand And gorgeous Italian men - could life get any better? What City Do You Belong in? Take This Quiz :-) Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.

Anyone else feeling completely overwhelmed lately??? This is supposed to be the end of it all...summer's here, vacations a comin', relaxation. Nada. I'm tired, exhausted, sleepy, and fried and freakin' that I might've taken on too much next year...teaching preschool 4 days a week, PTO President..yeah you heard me right, President. What the H-E-double hockey sticks was I thinking? I barely see my husband now and I stay home! And the more tired I get the more paranoid I become...my brain is in overdrive. I don't know what's exactly going to be happening and so I don't have control. I don't have control and so I freak out in my own weirdo sort of way... I start to over analyze things...start thinking I'm not good enough...start to feel sorry for myself. I know I don't need to, I know it's not real, but my brain goes there and I can't help it. It doesn't happen often, so forgive me while I drown myself in my sorrows. I become disjointed and start to ponder things like...

What makes a good writer...does something tragic have to happen in your life to make you a good writer? Nothing bad has ever really happened to me...

Do you like the way I leave comments? Would you tell me if you didn't?

Do you feel overwhelmed with the amount of reading you've committed yourself to? Do you feel guilty if you can't get to everyone everyday?

If you were pissed off at someone for something they said..would you tell them?

Do you ever wonder if you've chosen a different path in life ...what would your life be like now?

Are you worried about your kids making bad decisions and losing control of those decisions?

Why is there air?

Am I going insane?

Do you care?

Am I still a good teacher? Can I do this? What the heck have I done?

Does Hoss still like me? Will Monty find true love? Will Christine finally be able to stay in one house for more than a year? Will Shoehound ever get rid of her Trolls? Will Muzik stay in CO forever? Will Cara ever find her sister? Will Angie ever come to my house to cook a fabulous dinner for my family? Will Dawn ever get the $ she needs from James? Will Norm make it to my house before christmas? Will Michele ever get married to Mr. Wonderful? Will I ever get over my camera jealousy for Kate? Can I get Deb's knack for planting beautiful flowers? I could go on forever!!!! See what I mean? My brain is spinning!! These are the Days of Our Lives....sheesh.. thanks for listening! This is why I didn't post yesterday...too much to do and no time to do it! *Winge, whine, wah, wah*

We have a crazy weekend...again..baseball, birthday parties AND hopefully off to the Herndon Festival where I'm hoping to see The Last Girl on Earth play!!! Wouldn't that be cool????? If it works out..I'll tell you all about it. If it doesn't ...well I'll probably tell all about that too. Until tomorrow then....;0)
Peace.

Update: Baseball is cancelled and the birthday party is NEXT weekend!!! Yay! I can vaccuum!

Isn't this cool? Found it at Sarcasmom.

Also I've been tagged by Cara at To Whom it May Concern...which by the way..you should read today's post if you have a child between 6&10...even younger if your kids play out in the neighborhood...scary stuff but helpful..

Anyway...here is the 3 Things Meme

Three screen names you have had: Purplady, J&J's Mom, Purple Girl

Three physical things you like about yourself: my hair, the color of my eyes, my feet

Three things that scare you: losing one of my kids, my husband drowning (he can't swim), what I will do in a high place (like jump ;0) not afraid of actually jumping just that I will do it without a parachute or bungee cord!)

Three of your favorite bands or musical artist: Bruce Hornsby, Steven Tyler (Aerosmith), Steve Miller Band

Three things you want (need) in a relationship: honesty, trust, love

Two truths and a lie (which one is a lie?) I jumped off a bridge into a river, I eat raw hamburger, I chew my toenails.

Three physical things about the opposite sex do you love: eyes, butt, butt.

Three of your favorite hobbies: reading, art (any kind), blogging (yeah, it's true)

Three things you want to do badly right now: win a lot of $ so my hubby can stop stressing over it, paint my own mural in my own house, get my hair cut off and donate it to Locks of Love

Three careers you’ve considered: Psychologist, Social Worker, Interior Designer

Three places you want to go on vacation: Australia, Disney World with my kids, Scotland

Three kids’ names you like: Anna Marie, Grace, Seth

Three things you want to do before you die: meet my grandkids, watch the world end war ( I can hope right?), go to Austrailia

Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl: I like to talk a lot, I like expensive things, I'm good with kids.

Three celebrity crushes: The Rock x 3!

Thought I'd provide some much needed translations to el family members...maybe you all can benefit too..

"Mom, you can put the tracks togedder so I not gonna wrap 'em again?"
Translation: Mom, will you put the tracks together for me. I promise I won't wreck them again.

"Mom, I drank my juice all"
Translation: "I'm done!"

"Mom, I not eatin' dinner"
Translation: "Mom, I'm not eating dinner...ever."

"Mom, I just take a sweepies"
Translation: "Mom, I just took a nap"

Said after crackers and cheese and peanut butter have been smooshed and flattened all over the table or Macaroni and chees has been thrown on the floor noodle by noodle....
Me: Why can't you eat like a normal person?
J-man #2: Because I'm not a normal person. Okay Mom?

Well alrightly then...

Well, it was a beautiful weekend in West By God. Nothing but the sounds of peace and serenity for two whole days. Birds chirping, wind blowing, rain dropping, rainbows appearing...that's right I'm convinced my mother in law came to say "hi" from the world beyond for the briefest of moments in the form of a rainbow...huge and full of color...here's the picture. I only had my camera phone so hopefully it will show up decently. It was one of those rains that lasted about 5 minutes, huge drops and the sun was still shining so it looked like you were being doused by a sprinkler



Other sounds of the weekend included chainsaw's grinding, trees falling, bonfire crackling, marshmallow's melting, husband screaming...oh yeah...did I mention the hubs spent Sat evening in the ER? Yeah...whilst cutting, with a very sharp razon knife, a marshmallow roasting stick for the boys, he managed to slice a very big hole in the webbing between his first and middle fingers. It warrented a 3 hours stay in the waiting room and 7 stiches. He's on some happy drugs now and I think the tetnus shot hurt more than the stiches *heh...heh* He'll live. He also won't be teaching our kids how to whittle anytime soon. ;0)

Other than that particular mishap, we had a great weekend. We were also home a day early so we went to the movies. Madagascar was a terribly cute movie...excellent graphics, great for young kids. Some adult humor also, maybe an oversimplified storyline for my taste, but all in all, a good flick.

HOWEVER..there was one tiny little eeeny-weeny itsy-bitsy thing that really pissed me off!!! The commercial crap before the movie, you know the stuff the theatre shows to advertise t.v.!!! Not even the previews which were fine, but there was a commercial for MTV where they show a paper bag puppet, then they show someone lighting the puppet on fire because they don't like what it's saying, then the guy holding the puppet shouts "What the HELL?" Now, I'm sorry...previews or commercials or whatever are supposed to be rated for all audiences are they not? This movie, granted, was rated PG, but this preview runs at all movies! This is not something I would choose for my 2 and 6 year old children to hear. Thank goodness I have taught them both that they are not nice things to say and yes, they both picked up on it, I just thought it was inappropriate that's all. I'm no saint, but I don't want my kids de-sensitized to this stuff either. I'll save that speech for another day.

Hope you all had a great one!! Until tomorrow then...

Here's a new twist on the image game. Idea most recently found at Shoehound.

"Here ya go Mom. This for you."

J-man #2 graciously extends his hand to me...

"What is it?"

"A booger."

Okay, this is a little different than the last one of these I did. 10 things I've never done instead of that I have and you haven't. You are supposed to change only the ones that you have done and replace them with ones you haven't...
This was SSW's

1. Been white water rafting, (even though my mom, my sisters, my husband, and my children have.)
2. Been to Europe.
3. Changed a flat tire.
4. Eaten lettuce.
5. Milked a cow.
6. Finished college.
7. Bought anything from a telemarketer.
8. Gone snow skiing.
9. Done drugs.
10. Owned my own home.

Here goes mine, now this is scary, I changed them all and saying something about me...Yikes!:
1. Been to Austrailia-want a visitor Vegemite?
2. Broken a bone.
3. Gotten a boyfriend that I liked first.
4. Cussed someone out.
5. Played UNO fairly..heh..heh :0)
6. Killed anyone or any living thing (except bugs).
7. Been arrested.
8. Caught the person who hit and smashed our car in front of our house last
summer at 4 in the morning.
9. Found out what "Meme" means.
10. Met a stanger. ;0)

Okay...now I have to defend myself here with the drug one...it was only once, it was marijuana and it was in college. I did inhale (sorry mom!) and it didn't do squat...Thank GOD! Other than that nuttin'.

Rules are the same as always, play if you want and let me know or don't ;0)

Update: Since I've written this I did find out what "meme" means : "any piece of information passed from one mind to another"; "a unit of cultural transmission"; "the cultural counterpart of genes." So saith Google. Did I think to look it up myself?? Did I mention I'm blonde? Thanks for savin' my ass again Hoss. I'm such a dolt sometimes.....sheesh!

Thanks to Tammy for her techno help in posting this .wav file....couldn't have done it with out you!

Now...this is really strange, but interesting. This is a car advertisement from England. (Mrs. Mogul have you seen this anywhere?) When they finished filming the attached commercial, the ad people who made it, noticed something moving along the side of the car, like a ghostly white mist. The ad was never put on TV because of the unexplained ghostly phenomenon.When you watch it, pay close attention as the car goes behind the hill and tree and you'll see a white mist crossing in front of the car then following it along the road.

Turn up you sound, push play and sit down...especially for you weak hearts(really).

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Eeery huh? ;0)

You got it...it's Compliment Your Blogroll Day and tomorrow too because some of you have really long ones ;0) Heck, take the whole weekend if you'd like! It's a lot of work..I'm not going to lie...

All you do is copy your blogroll into a post and say one or two nice things about each one. Simple right? Heh..heh...enjoy!


A Mom and Her Blog~ Tammy Blogging goddess...caring, kind and advocate for all who can't do it for themselves. She truly could save the world.
Agog and Aghast -Raehan~Charming, witty and poised. She has shared the beauty in bringing up two adoreable girls, no matter how crazy it drives her!
Ally's Path- Ally~ Strong and mindful. Will make it up that rock called Mount Rainier if it takes the rest of her life to do it!
Amateur Dad- David~Sensitive, talented writer, and a new Dad to be. One more week!!
Average Mom- Tammy~Honest and original mom from the upper reaches of the earth...living in almost solid daylight now with her "Terrors" of loveliness. Burnt hair and all. Always a laugh waiting for you at her place.
Belmondo~ Franchini~ Endearing, well-mannered, and intelligent. She makes even the most common of events like baking a cake with her seem exciting and she finds beauty in everything on the rock over the pond from me on even the most dark and dismal days.
Contemblogging ~ Suzanne~ A fellow purple lover, Libra and resident neat freak( no, that's not a bad thing;0) She is charismatic, articulate, warm and spirited. She loves to write, her husband and her baby boy to pieces. Always a note to make you smile waiting there.
Confessions of a Drama Mama- Carrie~ Cute, loving, and dramatic. A young, new mom with tons of love for her baby and baby to be! Congrats Carrie girl!
Crock Pot Mom~Strength does not even begin to describe this woman. She is a mother of five and a devout and loving Christian. She will now, forever and always be a very dear friend.
Dawn~Racy and spirited. A loving mom doing her damndest to make life great for her daughter despite the cards life has dealt her. You're gonna be okay Dawn. You go girl!
Demented Delusions-Michelle~Funny, effervescent woman , devoted to her work, her life and her writing.
Dooce~ Need I really say more?
Honestyrain~Hysterically sarcastic and real. Went on vacation and now she's got just a bar on her site..not sure what happened there.
Jamie Dawn~ Short and sweet and full of spunk. She says what she means and means what she says. From Star Wars to Moon on a Stick she will have you giggling, thinking and choking all at the same time! Fun, quick reads that are just enough to brighten the gloomiest of days.
Judy's Brag Blog~Judy~Cheerful, creative and supportive. Loves her kids to pieces and is immeasurably in love with her husband Scott. Fun to read and see her pictures!
Kismet -K!~Another newbee on my list. Introspective, thoughtful and quixotic. There's been a lot to write about in Kismet's life. She is living it one day at a time.
Letter to Kevin and Pauline~ Antipodesse~ One of my very first blogging buddies. Her blog is witty, provacative and a tribute to her children with a little spice thrown in.
Looseleaf Notes-Colleen ~An incredibly talented, thoughtful, and insightful author. She has a blogging addiction like the rest of us! Her poems are a must read!
Life Through the Lens- Paul~A phenomenal photographer and to him it's just a hobby! He sees life through rose-colored glasses, takes a picture of it, and then shares it with you! His vision is amazingly beautiful. A real talent.
Mamacita~A veritable testimony to teaching while spilling over a bit into her family. She tells it like it is in all factions of her life. Kind hearted and genuine.
Michele~Gracious, kind, inviting, true, safe and real. I could go on...and on...and on. She is one of a kind.
Mom With Attitude -Michelle~Emotionally motivated, strong, honest, real, and pulls out all the stops. She tells it like it is, and if you don't like it leave. She's funny, compassionate, and full of conviction. No fuss, no muss, just keepin' it all in perspective.
Mommy Matters~Christine~Caring, sweet, perceptive, and captivating. From her obsession of the Titanic to the love of her daughter to the irritations of her move ..again...she will open her world to you and respond personally with the same respect to any who care to enter and share it with her.
Mrs Darling- A kind and generous soul with a passionate love for all things in her life, especially her children. Stoic, and refined. Stop to read the going's on in Neverland.
Mrs. Mogul- Lisa~She once described me as "Her biggest fan, without the stalking part." She is witty, worldly, smart, funny, exhuberant and talented. Her stories spread the gamet between the underworld and ultimate peace. She will have you on the floor laughing, or running to the bathroom for fear of peeing your pants. She has accomplished more in her career at 30 something than most do in a lifetime. She too, lives over the pond, but is a East Coaster at heart. A true testiment to story telling real and surreal ;0)
Muzik Dude- John~Funny, sensitive, perceptive and gifted writer...though not self proclaimed. His stories will leaving you laughing, crying or both on any given day.
Nat ~A wealth of information for all things musical. It is absolutely incredible, the amount of stuff she knows about bands, songs, singers, producers etc. Always fun, always resourceful and always kind in return. Complete and utter fun and her place.
Old Horsetail Snake~ Hoss ~Charming, witty, slyly opinionated, and clever. He is a great read, a phenomenal writer and a great for your ego! This mans antics, however true or false they may be, will always bowl you over and keep you on your toes at the same time ;0) One of my very favs!
OutsideIn-Vickie~ One of my newest friends. I've only read her once but I do know she is well read, a gifted writer and likes me anyway ;0) She loves art, is caring, warm and intelligent. I can't wait to get to know her better.
Panthergirl- Tenacious, cognizant, and retrospective. She is an admirable strength in this thing we call life. She has risen above the hardships of a overbearing mother and shares story after story, picture after picture, in a compelling and healing light.
Petroville- Momma K~ Kind, thoughtful and fun loving. Her dry-witted and sarcastic sense of humor will have you in stitches. She always has reality review, opion poll, meme , or just a humorous family event past or present ready and waiting. I don't think the girl ever sleeps. She is also a great friend and one of my Fairy Blog Mother's. Love you Momma!
Purple Goddess- Chasmyn~Another fellow purple lover and pregnant momma. Honest and kind, she shares in the bitersweet loss of her first baby and soon to be birth of her second. A compelling and intricate course through the good and the bad her life has had to offer.
Short and Sweet -Cori~Quick witted, funny, real, inspiring, and dedicated. Her day to day struggles with weight loss, her love for her kids, the trials, tribulations, and successes of both are what drew me to her. She's keepin' in real.
SS's Wife~Amusing, passionate and sarcastic. She is a marine's wife and this is her life. She writes about the good the bad and the ugly of being part of a military family. She is funny and compassionate and a preacher! You'll never know what's coming next ;0) Her daughter is also a very talented writer!
Sugarfused- Deb~ Insightful, perceptive, imaginative, beautiful...these words don't even begin to describe Deb. She is a visionary in the world of photography. Her photos rival those of Georgia O'Keefe. She is a sensitive and caring mom and grandma who loves her family, her job and her "hobby" of photography. I think she's in the wrong business. Keep it up Deb!
The Daily Bitch- aka Monty~ Hilarious, sarcastically funny and sagacious. She is a idyllic single mom who knows what she wants in life, and isn't to proud to let you know. Her often, comedic writings of her daily life will have you busting a gut in 2 seconds flat. A must read!
The Odd Wife~ Soulful, provacative and bold. She tells you like is, like it or not. No frills, genuine, the real thing.
The Road to Crazyville-Tinkamarink~ Cori~Honest, forthcoming, creative, tenacious, and sassy. She is a young strong SAHM with a whole lotta craziness thrown into her life. She's positive even when she doesn't want to be, loving when she feels she can't, and someone I would consider a testament to friendship if we were in real life. Friends that is. She is truly someone to admire..send her some linkin' love!
The Shoehound- Bari~ Tenacious, determined, honest, spunky and a phenomenal teacher. And she loves shoes! She's been dealt a raw deal and come through it sparkling clean!! She is real and gracious and giving, even when she doesn't need to be. A rule follower and a dog lover and a Troll hater. Go visit!!
The Square Slant~ Witty, refined, cultured, genteel...I want to be just like her when I grow up. Married at 20 to an older man...wise beyond her years. A true old soul.
Thumper Thinks Outloud~ A wise, wascawy wabbit...talented author, savvy, sarcastic and funny. Loves cats and her Spousy Thingy. Where else can you see a rabbit driving a convertable?
ToWhom It May Concern- Cara~Innovative, observant, clever, creative, and passionate when it comes to things she cares about. She wrote aboutTraditonal Chinese Bun Grabbing for pete's sake...what's not to like ? ;0)
True Blue 4 Ever- Elle Elle's posts. She sees beyond the facade into the real heart of a person. I like that.Compassionate, ingenuous, understanding, loving. These are just a few things that come to mind when reading
True Jersey Girl~ Fun, loving, creative, kind. Love the Ya-ya hats, love her hair strait or curly, love her Idol reviews, love her political views, love her taste in music. Love her!!
Vegemiterules~Expressive, understanding, compassionate, loving, and kind. I've only known her a little while, but this is what I feel from her posts and her comments around the blogosphere. Can't wait to read more!

Now, I'm going to go sleep for two days. Have a great weekend!!!

Update: Some of my buddies accidently disappeared..I think I've rewritten them all, but if you visit and I have somehow missed you...let me know and I'll post it ASAP..please know it wasn't intentional!! Thanks!

"Blog" did you know the word was shortened from Weblog...which is pronounced we-blog...not web-blog? I didn't. Still doesn't explain the word blog itself. Whatever, just another trivial bit of information I felt compelled to share ;0)

I've read several Posts of late, where questions were asked about how you answer comments, how you feel about site counters, has it ever been a source of negativity in your personal life, why you blog, for yourself, for your family, to bitch, to share etc. So I thought I would share my thoughts on this subject here. So all of you could "get me" without having to wonder.

Don't you hate not knowing something? Wouldn't you rather have it out in the open so you can deal with it? Oooops..tangent sorry..but this does apply to blogging too.

I am a nice person. And apparently some of you like me because I keep getting these cool things called comments. How to return the favor? Go back and visit...or answer in the comment section or email? I think I like email and return visits best. I'm still playing around with the email thing so if I don't answer you every time, please don't be offended. It's a lot of work don't you think? And if I don't come by everyday or my visits seem sporadic, it's not because I don't want to, it's because I read all of those loverlys on my Blogroll everyday. Or at least try to...lately it's been a game of catch up. And I DO read everything from the days I've missed..

I lurk at some but not usually for long because I can't not comment! I find what I like to read through your blogrolls generally. We all seem to like the same things. Once in a while I'll happen upon something through another means. The Blogette Awards is a good example. 63 Days was getting a lot of votes and so I popped in to see what all of the hub-bub was about. Now I know why. It was compelling, and sad, and funny all at the same time.

I read each of you for a different reason. And my newest addition found me a couple of days ago. Elle at True Blue came to me because of comments I was leaving around the blogosphere. How cool is that? I personally think that is one of the biggest compliments you can receive in this here world of Virtuality.

I think we need to remember that these are relationships we are developing here, however, surreal, with very real people on the other end. I am a talkative type person. I don't hold much in and I don't hold grudges. I don't always think before I speak and this blogging thing really helps me sort out my thoughts and feelings. They are real. I am not unkind and do not expect you to be either. My bloggie buddy Bari has had her share of nastiness from the real leaking into the surreal and it's kept her from being herself. Some of it had leaked into this space, anonymously of course...I have been accused of being a "Know It All" and a "Copy Cat" both of which are unfounded . At least in my opinion. Because I don't know it all, which is why I ask for your help and whatever I have "copied" I've asked permission and given credit to. I don't have time to lend credence to such crap because there are too many other great people out there who deserve my attention.

So, other than that what's not to like ;0) LOL!

Seriously though, I welcome criticism, but be kind. After all, what would the world be like if we all thought the same way? I don't get on my soapbox much...but when I do..watch out! Especially when it comes to kids. If I know about anything it's kids, how to teach them, how to reach them. I am a true Libra and on the libral side of conservatism or on the conservative side of liberalism..however you choose to look at it ;) I like living in my bubble where everyone is nice and considerate until it's time not to be. Roadhouse anyone?

If you ever want to know anything about me..shoot me an email..I'll be happy to share, except maybe the personal details about my family..with respect to my husband. He's worried about stalkers and psychos and unfortunately in this world today that's a very real concern.

I will never share info you give me with anyone else without your permission. It's none of my business and no one else's either.

So now that we've got that all cleared up... How the heck do you put those little picture links in your side bar? I have one from the Complimenting Complimenter, Muzik Dude and Mr. Mogul and no idea how to get them there???!!!

Does anyone know how to post wave files? Help!!

Thanks again for all of your help and I have designated tomorrow and Saturday "Compliment Your Blogroll Day" Copy your blogroll into a post and write one or two nice things about each blog and/or person who writes it. Challenging? You bet! Think about Michele ;0)

Happy Thursday Folkies!!

Did you know I'm psycho...I mean psychic? Bo is going to win American Idol. I love Carrie and she will go on to make her country album...and hopefully not slut up like Britney...to innocent for that me thinks. So have no fear Idol buddies!!

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J-man #2 asked to poop in the potty!! First time in two weeks!!! He's watching Bear in the Big Blue house's Potty video as we speak..or type I guess in this case and it's actually me typing not you but you get the idea ;0)

He also has pink eye in both eyes today and they are purple and swollen. Favorite color, but not in my child's eyes.

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Thanks to everyone for all of your input on my new site name... I'm working on it!!! I agree it has to fit me and it has to be purple! You all put forth a ton of ideas that hadn't even crossed my mind! More to come ;0)

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I need to catch up on everyone's going's on in the past few days. I've had a migraine for two days and I've been taking care of a baby with double ear infections...so I haven't done a lot of reading. I promise I haven't forgotten you...I just need to sit and catch up;0)

In the infamous words of Ol' Hoss, "This is why I always vote against illness."
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I have some blogging questions, but I will save that for tomorrow. Off to visit now! Have a great Hump Day!

End of an Era... That is how one of my best friends, Jill, described the sale of my parents house yesterday. They bought this house, the house I grew up in, for $99,000 back in 1980. It sits on a 1/4 acre of land, backs to woods, has 3 full baths, 4 bedrooms, a deck on the back (that I helped build),is close to the train and metro buses and is 17 miles from the Pentagon, give or take 2 hours for traffic ;0) Our family of 5 had many good times in that house.

It started with rust colored shag carpet, moved to green and then once we moved out, hard wood floors. My Dad tiled the basement, and put in redwood moulding and re-bricked the fireplace. He sectioned off the back 1/4 of the two car gargage and made a craft type room and storage area that always remained locked. Not because we weren't allowed in there, but because it contained all his tools, photography equipment and moms silver. Some dead bodies and millions of dollars..no just kidding... but we always used to pretend that there was secret treasures and untold fortune inside that small locked room.

This was the room that got me when I went back to say goodbye last week. I walked through the house and saw all the things my Dad has been so busy fixing up and it was when I was getting in my van to leave he said "Hey, come here I want to show you something." I walked through the almost empty garage and he opened the secret door. There was nothing but empty shelves inside and it was a lot smaller than I remember. I had to choke back the tears. It was the weirdest thing.

Growing up a military brat, we moved several times, 6 to be exact before I was 13 and finally settled in this house. I was in 7th grade, there were 8 houses on my street and the rest of my neighborhood was dirt. The road that connected my best friend and I (where her parents still live) was only half paved and woods ran along either side. Now there are several shopping centers, literally hundreds of homes, a bowling alley and two pools, that have popped up in that 2 mile stretch. They've even re-routed the road in the past 5 years to accommodate for the excessive traffic that now flows through there. Crazy.

If I've learned anything from my moving experiences, it it that you can't look back. Don't focus on what you've left but what new adventures lie ahead. And with these thoughts come my parents buying a bigger house twice as big actually with 5x's the land 20 minutes closer to us and their grandchildren. My brother is now only an hour away instead of 2 and they have plenty of space to have Christmas at their house again. I can't wait ;0)

They sold their house in a day and half.....for 5 and 1/2 times what they paid for it 25 years ago.

Well I had a great weekend lounging by the pool, drinking Margaritas, and eating oreos. Yes, I did do all three at once! The pool was mind numbingly cold, so I only got me feet wet, but the sun was hot and I managed not to burn myself. Tan fat is better than white fat right?

Of course putting my body in the throws of indulgence I had some pretty weird dreams. I woke up yesterday with a poem in my head. So, I wrote it down and went back to sleep. I don't write poetry, but they say if you try to be creative it usually doesn't work as well as letting it flow naturally. I don't know...you can tell me what you think. Here it is...


Friends and Shoes

Do you ever wonder why some people never stay?
They leave their footprints on your heart
and then they walk away?
Why others imprint themselves on your life
and give everything to you?
They'll give you the clothes off their back,
and only leave one shoe?
Because then there is a connection,
A commonality.
A perfect pair
A perfect match
Two shoes.
You and me.

Happy Monday everyone.

I'm running away!! I'm going out for a girly-girls weekend to a cool house on the Rappahannock River! So I won't be blogging from the pool. Sorry ...I know you're devastated, but cheer up! I'll be back in a few very short days. And I'm so sure they will be not long enough! So I leave you loverly blogmates with my earlier request and the nomination for the best short joke of the year. Happy Weekend all!!!

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I'm searching for newness! I'm getting a makeover here soon and I'm thinking of changing my name. When all of this blogging thing started, I had no idea what I was doing. My dear friend Momma K put on my training wheels, read me the rules and sent me on my merry little way. Well, I've gotten a lot of ideas from her and a few others in the blogosphere and now I'm ready to set out on my own. Everyone seeks originalitly and some are better than others. I just needed a jumpstart! Now that I know what this world is all about...I need to unbreak some rules.

My life is purple. My house, my clothes, and my kids when I can get away with it ;0) So, it has to be purple. Purple Goddess is taken, The Color Purple as well.

What do you think of the name above? What themes would you suggest to go along with it? Any and all suggestions are welcome ;0)

Thanks!

Several of you have asked to see the things I've done in my own home. You were curious as to where I lived and what my innards looked like? Okay you asked for it! (For Square Slant) THIS is where I live. It's a cozy, modest little place I like to call home. In the foothills...literally. We are surrounded by dirt. Hard to imagine million dollar horse farms around us isn't it? I told you we were do-it-yourselfer's! We purchased this trailer from a very nice family in WV... actually it was abandoned and we decided to refurbish. I've always wanted a log home so I figured why not? Chopped down some local national forest and Voila! Instant log home! So, what do you think? ;0)


Actually...this really is someone's home...just not mine. It's in the foothills of Jerome, Arizona. We spotted it on our way back to Sedona. I couldn't believe it when I saw it myself ;0)

Actually...THIS is my house ;0)


It's purple right? Well, this one isn't really mine either. This house is 2 up from mine. My friend Dee, an artist, lives here. Every room inside is some shade of purple. My dream home ;0)

No, really, THIS is my house. For real. See our make-shift front step? This house used to be faded yellow with faded green shutters. It had two HUGE crapemyrtle trees right at the bend in the walkway...where it turns to go to the driveway...right in front of the door!! I couldn't see out my front door and it drove me insane!!! Now it's this loverly gray with dark purple shutters. I want to paint the front door purple too...having a bit of trouble convincing the powers that be of that one...we'll see.

This is the view down my street...one of the Dad's built the half-pipe for the kids to use...there are usually long-horn cattle out beyond the fence at the end. I told you I lived in Po-dunkdom!

This is the view out my front door...usually there are donkey's and cows out beyond that fence.

This is my kitchen...the tile is painted on and the lamp is new. The floor is the same and the hole in the ceiling has been there since we moved in...it's leak we can't find from the bathroom upstairs and doesn't happen all the time. We'll fix it when we redo the master bath. I have another poem called "In This Kitchen" to go above the cabinets. That's next ;0)

This is my family room. As you can see the hubs fixed the table ...the mantel is done with the exception of wrought iron supports underneath...but my Dad built the whole thing and installed all the tile for the hearth and surrounding bits. The poem goes all the way around the living room and was stenciled and painted in about a month. This room used to have zig-zag wall paper from about mid-way up the wall to the ceiling with brownish wainscoating and hunter green chair rail...I so wish I took before pictures!! The window to the left also used to be a full size window but it made the fireplace look off set between the window and door so we put in a long skinny one instead and built up the wall between it and the fireplace. They covered the space on the outside when we replaced the siding.

This is the mural I've started in the front hallway...this view is right when you walk in the front door. Above the stairway is painted blue for another "planned" mural. I'll get to it someday ;0)

This is the downstairs bathroom...4 shades of red before we finally got it right. I did this ENTIRE redo by myself ;0) With a little help from the hubs reconnecting plumbing etc and laying the linoleum. And that's it for now! More updates to come as we finish them. Might be another 4 years ...but we'll get there. Thanks for visiting!

I am a pretty laid back person. Time, while important, does not mean much to me. Let me preface this by saying, I do not like to be late, I like to be on time for other's sakes, and I don't mind waiting a reasonable amount of time for others especially if I know they are chronically late but other than that who cares? I don't wear a watch...I have exactly 3 time measurers in my home. A clock on my stove, a clock on my microwave and an alarm clock that rests on my husband's nightstand because he needs to get up at o-dark-thirty to go to work. When I do use an alarm clock...I set it 1/2 hour early so I can get the illusion of staying in bed for that extra 5 minutes... over and over again ;0)

Usually I wake up naturally or someone "helps" me wake up by standing at the side of my bed staring at me or whispering "Mommy...are you awake?...MOOOOMMMM, I want breakfast. Mooommmmy....." You get the idea.

I celebrate birthday's, but whether I'm 28 or 38 it really doesn't matter...I like to live every day like it's my last. I want to appreciate everything I have, every moment of my life, my kids lives, my parent's lives. It's just not worth worrying what if? I'm more of a "focus on the positive"type person.

Similarly, I am often teased by my husband and friends because to me...it's 20 minutes to anywhere and everywhere.

"How far is D.C. from here?"
"Oh 20 minutes give or take 20 depending on traffic."
"How far is Fairfax?"
"20 minutes if you drive really fast and take all the short cuts."
"What time is it? "
"It's almost 3 o'clock."
"It's...you guessed it..20 minutes after 2..or til 3 give or take" ;0)

It's a response that comes out of my mouth before I even have a chance to think about it. 20 minutes, 30 minutes, 40 minutes an hour. Who cares as long as you leave early enough right?

So, imagine my surprise when J-man #1 announces:

"Mom, I'm six now. That means I'm almost 10!"

He had to get it from somewhere ;0)

Know why? Because I seem to have $ burning a hole in my pocket even when there's nothing there!! It's an illuuuuuusion. But for some reason I always find myself going to them...or at least being invited constantly. I've learned not to go if I don't need anything...for example..Southern Living. I didn't go...and I bought $100 worth of decorative crap! I needed the wrought iron trays to set a 9x9 pan in AND the 9x13 one as well. I also had to have the wrought iron hooks to hang on the imaginary wall space I have in the hallway in the hopes that my children will hang their coats, book bags, leashes...etc. on them. Yeah, whatever.

And then there's Pampered Chef, because you know I need an eight inch pizza cutter...we don't eat pizza and when we do it's from Anthony's and already cut...you know a knife just isn't good enough!

And let's see...oh...Creative Memories... now there's a hole waiting for me to just throw my $ into. I have probably...let's see ...six, no, seven scrapbooks sitting upstairs with every gizmo, gadget and deely-bopper available waiting for my memories to appear as if by magic...power layouts, cropping classes, paper and stickers flying everywhere!!! Did I mention I have two very young boys?? Who LOVE to cut, color and stick? Hmmm...well...me thinks you know where that's heading. But I had to have it!


Party Lite...candles...everyone needs 'em right? They smell good...burn away to nothing...then you buy more at $27 a pop. Better yet, buy some really pretty glass holders to put them in.. and I will put them where in my loverly home? Did I mention I have 2 small highly creative, loud, rambunctious boys? They'll last a while, I'm certain of it. Well here's what J-Man #2 thinks of my candles. Obviously, I didn't buy enough for him..or is it that I have too many?




Money burning holes...fires in my pockets needing to be put out I tell ya. AND THEN, if you're really special, you too can have a party in your very own home!!! Where you put lots of undue stress on yourself by inviting everyone you've ever known, cleaning massively, buying lots of food, and sitting waiting patiently for 3 people to show up. Sound like fun to you? Give me a damn catalog...I'll give you my $100 and YOU can stress over it!


P.S. I love the fact that you all completely justified me feeding my kids cookies and crap for dinner.. Thanks!

J-man #1 came home with "A Special Cookbook for Mom" Friday and it contained recipes as dictated by all the kids in his class and answers to 5 special questions about us Mom's. I just DIED LAUGHING! It's so incredibly cute I have to share.

M&M Cookies

1. Put 3 dumps of cinnamon in a big white mixer bowl.
2. Add only 2 eggs and a big skinny block of butter.
3. Put 5 pieces of dough in the bowl.
4. Put 13 M&M's in the bowl-but not the nut ones!
5. Mix it.
6. Put the dough on the tray.
7. Put in an oven that is hot as lava and bake for 13 minutes.
8. Then you can take to school!


Q: How old was your mother when she had her first boyfriend?
A: I don't think she had a boyfriend -but she has a brother!

Q: Where's our Mom's favorite place to shop?
A: Everywhere

Q: How does your Mom relax?
A: Watch t.v. then rest a little bit.

Q: If your Mom went to Kindergarten again-what would be her favorite activity?
A: Be the teacher's helper

Q: Why do you love your Mom?
A: Because she makes nice things and gives me birthday presents like cowboy boots!

Ain't he the bestest?!

Hope you all are celebrating with the special Mom's in your life today! Have a great one!

I just fed my kids, fruit snacks, oreos and cheese sticks for dinner.

...really piss me off! For various reasons, but today is a biggie.

We live a modest lifestyle. I, my husband, nor have my children ever gone without something we've needed. I am extremely blessed that I do not "have" to work, my kids are involved in several activities and we can still go out to eat once in a while. We do a lot of work around here ourselves. Around these here parts it's know as "The W squared Way" for do it yourself projects. A monikker, I've come to admire.

Thus far, in the 4 years we've lived in this house, we have replaced all of the upstairs carpet, re-done both boys rooms, the upstairs bathroom, all the fixtures and painted the downstairs bathroom, painted the living room, built an entirely new fireplace mantel and hearth, replaced all 29 windows and the front door, replaced all the wood on the exterior of the house, put up new siding, fixed the effin' pool twice going on number 3, landscaped the front yard, put up a fence AND we are about to replace our front stoop and walkway. All by our little ol' selves.

Occasionally, I will find a bag of clothes on my front step from parts unknown. I am grateful that my kids have a buttload of clothing and I rarely have to buy anything. There are several older boys in the neighborhood and if I can't use them, I always find someone who can.

BUT this is not an open invitation to drop your CRAP on my doorstep! Do not leave your broken shit in my yard! Pick up your freakin' dog poop especially when I'm standing in the window watching you!

I have some how acquired pj's for girls I HAVE 2 BOYS!, zipper pant bottoms minus the pants, one soccer cleat, shirts with holes in them, shirts with stains on them, dirty clothes, pants with holes in the knees, a rusty, purple girl's bicycle (did I mention that I HAVE 2 BOYS!) that was left out all winter in the same damn spot to rot, and an old baby pool without the drainage plug.

For what? Does my house have a Salvation Army sign posted somewhere I don't know about? Who do you think you are dropping your shit, and it is shit, at my door? And you know something else? I take it back, this crap isn't even good enough to drop at Salvation Army. It belongs in the dumpster! If you're too effin' lazy to drag your ass to the dump yourselves, the least you could do is ask me to do it for you!

I chose to make the sacrifices I have in my life for my family. And while it's nice to think of me when your kids grow out of stuff or aren't using it anymore, that's great. But nobody likes garbage, leftovers or laziness...show a little respect...for yourselves.

Some people...

Chocolate is derived from cocoa beans. A bean is a vegetable.

Sugar is derived from either sugar cane or sugar beets.

Both are plants, which places them in the vegetable category.

Thus, chocolate is a vegetable.

To go one step further, chocolate candy bars also contain milk, which is dairy.

So candy bars are a health food.

Chocolate-covered raisins, cherries, orange slices & strawberries all count as fruit, so eat as many as you want.

Another important thing is to put "eat chocolate" at the top of your list of things to do today.

That way, at least you'll get one thing done.

Before I forget, a nice box of chocolates can provide your total daily intake of calories in one place.

Now, isn't that handy?

I've been thinkin' ...scary I know... what if there was a way to determine human potential based on certain demographics such as geographical location and household income. I watched this the other night and apparently there is a mathematical theorum or algorithm that can predict baseball averages and it was then applied to determining human potential. Of course, someone was killed for it and that was the plot for the show. I'm not certain that such a beast even truly exists...after all it is a t.v. show...however, what if it did?

Now, I'm generally not politically minded. I live my life vicariously through the experience of others. I am a bit ecclectic in my beliefs and convictions. Blame it on the Libra in me, but one thing I do know is kids.

Now, say you have this mathematical algorithm that can be applied to babies as soon as they are born, based on their parents demographics. Race, geographical location, income level etc. etc. And put all of these tid-bits of information into this theoretical equation and you have PRESTO your success ratio and potential all figured out. What your probability for job choice will be, earning potential, and status ratios. All figured out with this handy little bunch of numbers.

The object being governing agencies would know how and where to invest their monies, which school's to fund, what kids to focus on, give scholarships to, mold...if you will.

Scary.

Another good reason why we need separation of church and state. Why moral and ethics don't mix with politics and power. Why we need organizations such as Amnesty International and school system's that do not promote tracking and do not give every child in the worst possible situatitons a chance to succeed.

What if it were you? Your children? What would you do?

What if?

I started babysitting the world's sweetest little girl yesterday. And aside from asking "Where's her penis?" J-man #2 has taken the new addition pretty well. In fact he announced...

"I'm not a baby, I'm a big boy...where are my pull-ups?" and peed and pooped for the first time in the toilet!!!

We'll see how long the novelty lasts ;0)

It's Send You People to Other Newbee's Blogs Day! I've joined the circus!

Well, not really the circus. A Carnival is more like it.

Melenama has been gracious enough to host the Showcase Carnival this week and I am featured in it! I hope. If I read the directions right and didn't skip anything and pinged all the right people, I'm there. So go see! And spread the word and go visit everyone else there too! Okay?

Thanks, you're a peach, or an apple, or whatever fruit you would like to be. You get the idea...but be happy campers regardless and have a great visit.

Hope you all had a good weekend.

I'm not sure exactly BUT I've been tagged with this one...thanks Bari! Okay...here's the deal...I answer five of the following and tag 3 more...eenie-meenie-miny-mo! Tree is base and here I go!


What follows is a list of different occupations. You must select at least five of them. You may add more if you like to your list before you pass it on (after you select five of the items as it was passed to you). Of the five you selected, you are to finish each phrase with what you would do as a member of that profession. Then pass it on to three other bloggers.


Here's that list:( modified a bit from Bari's, I think it's True Jersey Girls)

If I could be a scientist... If I could be a farmer...
If I could be a musician... If I could be a doctor...
If I could be a painter... If I could be a gardener...
If I could be a missionary... If I could be a chef...
If I could be an architect... If I could be a linguist...
If I could be a psychologist... If I could be a librarian...
If I could be an athlete... If I could be a lawyer...
If I could be an innkeeper... If I could be a professor...
If I could be a writer... If I could be a backup dancer...
If I could be a llama-rider... If I could be a bonnie pirate...
If I could be a midget stripper... If I could be a proctologist...
If I could be a TV-Chat Show host... If I could be an actor...
If I could be a judge... If I could be a Jedi...
If I could be a mob boss...If I could be a backup singer...
If I could be a CEO...If I could be a movie reviewer...
If I could be a monkey's uncle... If I could be a CSI...

Here are my picks...

1. If I could be a painter...oh wait. I am a painter. Does this count? .... I would know what the hell I was actually doing. I'm workin' on it okay?

2. If I could be an architect I would design a house with a ton of secret rooms and passage ways so that I could find hidden things like treasure and dead bodies then

3. If I could be a writer, I would write about the house that was built with all the secret rooms and passage ways and clues to where the treasure and dead bodies were hidden. Of course, they would just be random dead bodies because I don't believe in killing people but

4. If I could be a CSI then I would know how to look for clues in this hugemongous random house that was build by an eccentric weirdo that other psycho killers hid dead bodies and treasures in.

5. If I could be a psychologist, I would lock up the eccentric weirdo who built this strange hugemongous house that gave way to the possibilities that there were dead bodies and treasure hidden inside because ...who thinks like this???

I watch to much t.v.

TAG! Old Horsetail Snake, Thumper and Mrs. Mogul You're it!!

And of course I invite all who would like to play along to join in the fun!

So much for no blogging on my busy weekend.....