Saturday, December 27, 2008
The biggest thing I want to tell you is that it should NOT be rated PG. If you are taking kids to see it, maybe think twice.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
This is how it goes;
Flush 3 ice cubes down the toilet
Put a penny on the window sill
Wear your pajamas inside out
and sleep with a spoon under your pillow.
I haven't ever heard about this before, but apparently I am the minority. Even Emily's softball coach knew about the "list". Rest assured that frick and frack are snuggled safely into their beds, flatware under their pillows, change on the sill, pajaja's on inside out AND backwards (added for good luck).
I think there will be a nuclear meltdown in the Milobar household if there is actually school tomorrow.
Did you know about this ritual?
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
4 TBS Butter (I did half w/olive oil)
4 skinless boneless chicken breasts
1 c sliced fresh mushrooms
2 tablespoons minced shallots (never had before, but liked!)
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
4 ounces grated mozzarella cheese
Melt butter over medium heat. Add mushrooms and shallots. Sprinkle with salt & pepper. Cook 10 minutes. Add chicken and cook 10 minutes on each side or until tender. Transfer chicken to platter and sprinkle with grated cheese. Top with mushroom mixture. Cover and let set 5 minutes or until cheese melts.
This recipe compliments of Paula Deen. It was awesome. The mushrooms & shallots got a bit crispy/carmelized in the pan which made for an amazing texture. We had this with fresh salad, and Newmans Own Olive Oil/Vinegar salad dressing, which Katrina recommended. VERY good dressing, with ingredients I can pronounce!!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
My next favorite things came this week. The January edition of my current subscriptions, Better Homes and Gardens, and Martha Stewart Living. I LOVE the covers! I look forward to this so much that I've already read the BHG mag! The people at these magazines are so smart. The covers are bright, clean, and totally inspire you to organize, think fresh, and to start the year off on a good note. They are so inspirational. They have never failed to get me motivated for spring.
While I know we still have a bit of time before we smell the soft thawing earth, Winter is a great time to complete projects that we've put off. That way we can spend all summer long, sitting in our 0asis (our patio), listening to the kids play and the water in the fountain.
This January I plan to paint my craftroom, redo both kids rooms, and to organize this place we call home.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
How many of you keep a journal? Post on the side please.
After reading Marley & Me, I read the interview in the back of the book. The interviewer asked the author how he was able to keep track of 13 years and then write a book about it. The author being a newspaper columnist, said he always keeps a journal, so it was somewhat easy.
Then I started thinking about my own life, the funny things that go on, and how much easier it may be to blog and journal my life if I started writing it down.
So cast your vote, and tell me your thoughts on the subject.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Target in Utica - Wednesday
Emily's Piano teacher and I are good friends. We decided to go do some Christmas shopping before Emily's lesson. As we are finishing up our shopping, I was side tracked in the card section by a funny looking card. As Autumn peers over my shoulder, this old man on a rascal says in this deep, LOUD voice, "EXCUSE ME!"
Autumns says, "Oops! I'm sorry" as she was standing in his way.
He replies, "I'LL BET YOU'RE SORRY!!"
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR??
So Autumn starts singing, "Tis the season to be Jolly", and everyone within an earshot of the whole thing, starts laughing. Literally this jackass sucked the wind right out of her sails. She talked about it for the next 15 minutes.
Target, Today, same location.
Dennis and I go shopping. I'm in the check-out. The cashier is obviously ailing from a runny nose, but is very pleasant. As I am trying to "swipe" my card, the crotchety old bag behind me starts asking the cashier in a voice that suggests the cashier is hearing impaired, "DO YOU HAVE GIFT RECEIPTS?" And the cashier didn't really answer her because she was completing my transaction. "EXCUSE ME! DO YOU HAVE GIFT RECEIPTS?!"
NOW she has the cashiers attention, and she cordially answered, "Yes". Well my transaction took a little bit because my card didn't swipe the first time. So as we are trying to wrap this up, the old bag then asks, "DO YOU TAKE DISCOVER CARD?"
What the hell is with people these days? I'm going to start asking them, MYSELF!
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence. One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts. "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me," said one boy. Several dropped and rolled down toward the fence.
Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard, "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me." He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and rode off.
Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along. "Come here quick," said the boy, "you won't believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls." The man said, "Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk." When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled slowly to the cemetery.Standing by the fence they heard, "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me." The old man whispered, "Boy, you've been tellin' me the truth. Let's see if we can see the Lord.
"Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord. At last they heard, "One for you, one for me. That's all. Now let's go get those nuts by the fence and we'll be done."They say the old man made it back to town a full 5 minutes ahead of the kid on the bike.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
I'm very impressed with the stitch job, I must say!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Today while out tooling about town, I found that the Kenny Chesney Channel is now Elvis, and FRED, my favorite alternative channel is now First Wave. There are many other changes, but I was flying through the dial so fast in excitement, that I couldn't keep track of the newbies.
I LOVE the new changes, but can't find the Chesney Channel to save my life. There seems to be a bit more talking by the DJ, but it's still quite GROOVY! Wooohoooooo!!
I promise to try and blog more. I had a pretty crappy month and everything I would have posted would have been very dark. So I just tried to "get by".
Monday, November 03, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
The setting, an evening dinner with Emily & Greg. We sat in our cozy booth, talking about how our favorite waitress who has recently graduated from college, is moving to Wisconsin. She is took a job with a casino as a the promotions director. After a short conversation with her, she walks away.
Greg: "When I grow up, I'm moving to a COUNTRY!"
V: "You ARE in a country"
Greg: "I'm moving to Britain, because they speak ENGLISH there!"
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
On the way to school, she chanted over and over "I hope I do good, I hope I do good", while I said over and over in my head, "I know she'll do great, I know she'll do great". As we pulled up to the school, she turned, gave me a kiss, told me she loves me, and popped out of the car. She turned towards the building, ready to take on the world, and the Meaps. Althought I tell her often, the child will never know how much I adore her. How I watch her while she sleeps, praying that she will always make good choices, and will continue to excel in her own life. How I pray that she will always be healthy, and how I thank god for the opportunity to be her mother. I am the luckiest person in the world.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Today I took the kids to Johnnie's Barber Shop. It's such a cool little "out of the way" place, where interesting conversations are held. I would LOVE to sit in there for a day and just listen to the barrage of stories that come and go.
While Emily's "edge trimming" took a mere 5 minutes, Greg's took much longer. Johnnie must be a perfectionist, and from the look of Greg's new doo, it shows. It was worth the wait... and so was the conversation.
Greg made small talk to Johnnie, and Johnnie told Greg jokes. My favorite? Why did the boy throw a stick of butter out of the car window? He wanted to see a butterfly, lol. OMG, I'm LMAO.
Anyhow, as we were leaving, and Greg finished his stories about Muskie, Sturgeon, and France, he turns to Johnnie and says, "You were very nice. I hope to see you next time I come in here."
All I heard was a gasp and saw a HUGE smile on Johnnie's face. My thoughts? THANK GOD... my child is polite!
Monday, October 06, 2008
Thursday, October 02, 2008
I found this in a newsletter I get from Nourish Your Kids
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Yesterday while we were at Meijer, I had a very short conversation with a woman in the produce section. BTW, Meijer had cheese on sale... 3 for $6... thank you very much Kroger, you can stick your $4.49 cheese sideways up your hoohaa's.
Prior to this conversation with this lady, I definitely took notice of the faces people were wearing that day. Doom and gloom. I honestly don't think I saw even one person smile. Den and I noticed a sharp increase in many prices.
The conversation with the woman was brief. She commented on how 4 peppers in a cellophane bag for $4.99 will NEVER sell at that price. I agreed. She went on to say how she is a nervous wreck, as she had just left her bank, and was expecting a call from her banker. I mentioned to her that we too, were feeling the pinch. I only had in my basket, what I absolutely needed. The days of frivolous shopping are definitely on hiatus.
This whole thing is wearing on me. Personally, I think we are doing fine, and we will be ok... but as I look around, and especially on the news. OMG the news... It literally sucks the life out of me to watch it. Everything is so bad all the time.
It is absolutely shocking to see how bad things have gotten in 8 years under the village idiot. I am scared to death that the walking corpse (McCain) will get in, because he and the idiot seem to share a brain. On the flipside, I'm not so sure that Obama is any better. I am so scared for this country... so scared. Then there is that nitwit that is running with the corpse. Did you see the clip of her with Katie Couric? Katie asked her about which publications she reads as far as news papers goes, and nitwit goes on and says, "Oh I read all of them", and basically dodged the question. Can she even answer a question at all? BTW, GMA went to Alaska today to see if you really CAN see Russia from "her house". Unless she lives on Little Diomede, there is no way she can see Russia from her house.
Regardless, I hope I find my sense of humor soon. As of now it is just sitting at bay, and I hope that the fire isn't diminished completely before it surfaces again.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Then the next day, Den came home from work around 11pm. He was sick. At 4am, I woke up sick. It was the week from hell... and my tummy still isn't back to normal.
So here is what I found...
About a year ago a woman gave me a "tip". I remember her words exactly, "When you get the stomach flu, start drinking straight tomato juice right away. Not V8, it HAS TO BE straight tomato juice." As I was laying in bed with my tummy rolling and rolling, this womans voice popped right into my head. Immediately I got up, went to the pantry and popped open a jar of tomato juice that my mom had canned the season before.
You may be cringing at the thought, but in all honesty, it wasn't bad at all. I too was thinking, why on earth would you want to drink THAT? So I did some quick research and I found this.
Let me tell you... 1/2 way through the first jar, my stomach had stopped turning. Unfortunately I didn't follow the instructions as directed, and had a horrendous relapse. So the next day, I tried it again and I followed the directions to the letter... and it worked! I am happy to say I am almost 100%!
While my new found remedy has worked quite well, I have a new mission. I AM SICK OF BEING SICK!!!!! I have had enough, and it's not even October yet!!! I have started thinking about probiotics. I don't know a lot about them, but I have heard that they can work quite well to keep you healthy. I would like to find something that my whole family can take. I am sure I have a lot of research ahead of me, but then today something occurred to me. Who better to ask, then you, my health conscious blogger friends!
Inquiring minds want to know.... do you know anything about probiotics? What are your thoughts on them? At this point, I am willing to do about anything to just stay well this winter, so please make your recommendations.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
And so I did.
One summer night, I was on my way home from Crittenton, where I worked in the ER. I came barreling over a hill, in the dark and immediately saw him. I just passed a sheriffs car. As soon as I saw him, I looked down and realized I was doing 15 over. I looked up and saw his break lights in the mirror. I pulled over. He wasn't even turned around yet, and I was already on the side of the road.
He walks up to the car and asks (as if I'm stupid), "Do you know why I pulled you over?"
I reply, "Yes, I was speeding".
He says, "Do you know how fast you were going?"
I reply, "When I saw your brake lights, I looked down and I was doing 15 over".
He says with a smile, "Exactly"
He then proceeds to ask me where I worked, and why I was in a hurry. I explained to him that I was an ER tech and I worked at Crittenton. He asks what an ER tech does, so I told him, "Start IV's, draw blood, foleys, whatever."
And then he asks... "Are you going to be nice to me if I ever come into the ER"
I replied, "Not if you give me a ticket!".
He steps back, looks into my window and says, "What if I give you a ticket?"
And I told him... and I was honest...
"I'm going to stick you with the biggest IV needle I can find, when I start your IV".
He handed me back my license/registration, and says, "Have a nice night!".
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
And now I have the crease. Yep. The parentesis in the dead center of my forehead. The one that comes screaming off my face when I look at someone like they are crazy. And now that I am registering patients at work, I find I am using that look more frequently.
Regardless... I'm the old lady. I'm the old bag that is suddenly quite interested in Oil of Olay commercials. The one that was greatly disappointed when I found the Garnier Nutrisse "bags under the eyes" roller ball cream, out of stock. Now that I am keenly aware of my "you're nuts" look, and know that it is cutting that crease deeper into my face, I'm trying to avoid doing it.
Directly related to this new set of wrinkles, is my job. Working the front desk brings a whole new perspective. I think it's the fear of our "gear" in the back that keeps patients strangeness at bay. But the front desk... the gals that work up there, see it all. One gal who shall be called "J" is constantly getting her face ripped off by patients. So much so that it has become a well known joke. The gals up there have become quite witty (as you've seen in my Laura post), and deal with these people well. I just hope that amongst all these wrinkles, I get that wittiness too. Unfortunately my "chop busting" as Den calls it, will actually get me fired. So I just keep my mouth shut, smile on, and crease firmly planted in my forehead.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
And then came along Izzy.
Saturday we spent an amazing afternoon with a group of friends we don't see very often. It was warm, it was sunny, and it was summer. We shared wine, martini's, and dinner with this wonderful group of people. Dennis, Joe, Scott, and Mike all went to high school together. The three stood up in our wedding, and Dennis stood up in 2 of theirs (Mike isn't married... yet). While us gals haven't known each other long, we share a great bond.
Izzy is Joe & Mary's dog. And boy is she sweet. Izzy met us on the driveway. While Greg locked eyes with her and stopped dead in his tracks, sweet, curly little Izzy just sat there with her little pink collar on, wagging her tail like crazy. How in the world would he think this adorable little girl would want to eat him alive?
After a short stint on the couch flipping out, Greg finally realized that she is one special little dog. She had us in stitches all night long. The bottom of their screen door was taken out by their former "big dog". While they wanted to fix it, they realized that it still keeps the bugs out, and Izzy can run in and out when need be.
Izzy is a Cavadoodle? Not a Labradoodle, but something with a Cavalier, and a poodle and a something else. She's a mutt. And boy did she do a number on me! She is the cutest little thing that I swear I could TOTALLY be a dog person. She actually has catlike qualities. She LOVES to be held, and loves to be cuddled. She loves to lay on her back, and loves the back of the couch like a cat.
Thanks a lot Izzy. You ruined me.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Being a parent is such an amazing gift. I look at Emily & Greg and realize how lucky I am to be given this opportunity. I am having the time of my life, and can't imagine what I would be doing otherwise. My life feels so much richer, so much more complete. Our favorite saying around here comes from Jerry McGuire, but we've tweaked it a bit. "You had me at Waaaaaaahhhhhh!"
As for now though, I'm ready to get back to our regulary scheduled program. Life.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Today I ventured on over to Kroger. First couple aisles weren't so bad. And then it happened. Right there in the cracker aisle. I knelt down to look at the Teddy Graham crackers. $2.29 for a 10 ounce box. Right next to it, were the 100 calorie packs. Same product 4.6 oz $2.69. That's 4.6 ounces TOTAL for the ENTIRE PACKAGE my friends. Not PER PACK... that's the whole flipping box. I literally almost fell over. You've got to be kidding.
Then the dairy section. This is where I started talking to myself, under my breath, but loud enough for people to hear. Kraft cheese. I wanted to get the little bricks. Not the super huge one... the little one. $4.49 PER brick. AND I needed 2. That my friends is almost $10 for 2 little bricks of cheese. WTH! What happened to the days of 2/$4?
I was so bent by the time I left that store. I spent $175, without buying anything extravagant... I didn't even buy any meat! Oh and I didn't buy the cheese or the Teddy Grahams either.
What the hell happened?
'Whatever you give a woman, she's going to multiply.
If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.
She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.'
So - if you give her crap,
you will receive more shit than any one human being can handle.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Yesterday, Pioneer Woman's mom posted on PW's blog about breathing. Breathing - that thing I learned way back when I was in yoga... learning how to breathe and LET GO. I followed through on her mom's instructions and felt like I could totally doze off. Suddenly I was so relaxed that it hit me. I haven't chilled out in WEEKS! Even while being sick (which I think I am almost better, btw).
Finally today... I am off work. I am off work until next Tuesday. Finally. I can take a breath. Although I am still running this picnic that takes place on Friday. Today I flew out of bed, made the lunches, got them dressed, threw on my clothes, took them to school, flew back to the house, changed clothes again (because I wasn't ready the first time), then went BACK to the school AGAIN, ready for action. I met my counterpart in the Teachers lounge. I was completely prepared to spend the ENTIRE DAY moving all of the activities, and such to the school.
No can do. She is afraid it will be taken out of the room we are using for supplies. I explained to her that the MORE we do TODAY... the LESS we have to do on FRIDAY. She didn't budge. So I sat there, helping her map out the lay of the land and where the food, activities and all will go. And I sat there, thinking that I took the ENTIRE DAY OFF to sit and do this for a half hour. I wasn't happy, and I had a grudge. But unlike myself, I kept my mouth shut. She does have a point after all. Things could be stolen. I just had the whole day to do this tiny little thing.
We did what we had to do and we parted ways for the day. Then it hit me.
I have ALL OF THIS TIME... and don't have to do ANYTHING for the school! I can actually do what I want to do. The kids are at school, and this house is so quiet, all I can hear are the little insects outside, and the cars on the main road. No TV, no talking, nothing. What an amazing day.
So today, I have done things I needed to do. Learn how to "breathe". Laundry - while breathing. And work on my TS business, which hasn't been touched in WEEKS.
It is a glorious day, and I'm so glad that I have nothing to do.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Oh and while I'm helping you throw this picnic, why don't I train for a new position at work too.
Let's just say that yesterday was it. I hit the wall, and came down with something. Either I'm burning the candle at both ends, or I should have taken Patti's advice at work, and used MY OWN pen. Patti is nuts. Pattie has an OCD like I have never seen. We work with people. Sick people. Injured people. People with "issues". Patti uses her own pen. In fact Patti takes her pen home with her so that NO ONE ELSE will use her pen. It's all funny until someone gets sick.
I swear, not 2.2 seconds after sitting down at the front desk, I got Sepsis. I bet I touched a pen, then rubbed my eye or... a microbe flew over the counter into my sinuses. Or who knows. But whatever it is... I got it.
So I've been taking this Herbal Resistance Liquid. Let me tell you... it's brown/green in color, and tastes the way it looks. The taste is so bad, I have to plug my nose.. and rinse my mouth out before breathing again... but it works. It works so good that this is my second bottle. In fact the last time I bought it, I got the convenient economy size. Aside from being a bit congested, and coughing, I feel pretty good.
Note to self... don't interrupt a post to go eat dinner... I forgot what my point was... or maybe it's hypoxia.
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Remember "The Woman With The Golden Arm" or "Bloody Mary". Yep. That's pretty much all I can remember. Just the titles.
Does anyone have any good Halloween stories to tell for me to freak out little fumanchu? Cause after the day I've had... he's got it coming to him! BOO!
Thursday, September 04, 2008
I met Chris one night at a club that my friend and I hung out at. Ok, it wasn't a "club" but more of an arcade, because we were underage. But the arcade was attached to the "club". He turned out to be one hell of a great friend. We had a riot together, tooling around town in his little silver Fiero.
I can't remember how we lost contact, but we did. Fast forward to 1993. I was at Dennis's house one day. His sister starts talking about her friend Jen and standing up in Jen's wedding. After months of picking dresses, having met Jen, and slowly becoming part of the family (we weren't married yet), the invitation arrived. You guessed it. Jen was marrying my old friend Chris! I just about fell over! What a small world. Denise (Dennis's sister) had known Chris for ages. She and I could have actually crossed paths many times, but never "knew" each other. Of course, I went to the wedding... as my soon to be Mother-in-law's date ;o)
And now Chris is my "one friend" on facebook. Will you be my friend?
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
You've heard me talk about her before somewhere back in the Flintstone Era of this blog. Laura and I work together at the Prompt Care -she works the front desk, I'm in the back driving needles into booties. She started there about a year after I did. We actually know each other from our son's stint in "Come Play with Me", when they were 3. We scrapbook together quite often too.
Laura took care of some company business for me while I was on vacation. Today when she called to give me some updates, she told me a story about a patient on Labor Day.
A man limps into the office and says, "I dropped something heavy on my toe, I think I broke it." Laura replies, "We have Xray equipment here, so we can see you, I just need to register you first." She hands him a clipboard.
Shortly after filling out the paper work, the man says in front of a waiting room FULL of people
"Can you take me back now?"
She replies, "You mean before all of these people, that have been waiting for over an hour?"
"well yeah" he returns, "It will only take a couple minutes, I'll be in and out".
Laura looks over the top of her glasses, straight at the man and says, "We can bring you back right away... after you get permission from every single person sitting in here, that it is ok for you to go before them."
The man turns around to find almost 30 pair of eyes, boring into his head and replies, "That's ok, I'll wait."
"I thought so." Laura said.
Yep. She's just like me.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
And Mel. Princess and her Pees, I mean THE peas, lol. I am SO ready for summer to be over. Since July, our summer has been literally full speed ahead. I have been all over the country, and have packed, unpacked, and repacked my suitcase again. It was one of the best summers we've ever had.
But I am so worn out. Stick a fork in me, I'm done. I am ready for early nights (for the kiddies). I am ready for the season premiers. I am ready for my huge oversized easy chair, and my stack of magazines that I've been neglecting all summer. I am ready to burn my favorite fall candle, day in and day out. I am ready for cool breezes to subtly cruise across my face, while I am wrapped up in a snuggly warm bed. I am ready to attempt to cook, bake amazing desserts, and to spend Saturdays lounging in front of the TV.
The homework... yeah, boiling chicken bones and bleaching them out to make a dinosaur is pretty hefty price to pay, but I'll take it. It gives me time to try and be a good mom again. A sense of renewal. Healthy lunches, clean faces, nicely combed hair, and well rested children... I'm ready for summer to end.
Friday, August 29, 2008
I am an emotional wreck as my brother has "officially" retired from the Navy. Chief Petty Officer Michael A. Wampler has been relieved of his watch. And we cried the whole way through it.
It is amazing how some things can really put your life into perspective. I was in 10th grade when my mom called the school. I had a new nephew. Christopher Marc had just been born. It was this summer that I proudly witnessed that same baby boy, graduate from Naval Boot Camp. It was this same child, this little boy who is now a man, a Sailor of the United States Navy, that relieved his father from his watch. As he stood at the podium in uniform, with his father facing him, he looked at his dad, and said, "I relieve you of your watch" and the tears flowed from our faces.
This summer has really been an emotional roller coaster for me. And again the funny thing is that it isn't about me at all. My brother joined the navy in 1984. I was 12. He left our home to embark on an uncertain journey. He threw caution to the wind and set sails... for San Diego, California. My parents always thought he would never make it. And he did come home... right after boot camp, with a duffel bag full of uniforms. He was on leave to get married, and would be going to Mayport, Florida.
At one point, he and his family moved up to Michigan. They lived on Selfridge Air National Guard base... right out my parents back door. I then witnessed the birth of 2 more nephews. I was there, the night Craig was born, and then came Michael Jr, who was 5 months old when they returned do Florida - never to live in Michigan again.
During that time, my we visited my brother a few times, and have always stayed close. Due to his hard work and determination, my brother rapidly advanced in his career, yet to me - he was still the same guy that watched Bugs Bunny with us on Saturday mornings, and LOVED fruit loops. He was still the same guy that tried to feed us raw chicken one night when he was watching my sister and I. Yes, he tried to kill us, but we knew he did it out of love, ;o)
He started out on a wood bottom naval ship, advancing to the largest of aircraft carriers. He went in knowing no one, and ended knowing thousands.
Today is my brother's day. I am 1,000 miles from home to be with him, and just witnessed one of the most poignant moments in not only his life, but ours as well. I stole glimpses of my parents through the ceremony, in between my own sets of tears. I watched as my brother, was honored and relieved of his duties.
The course of his life has been changed, and we look forward to what the future holds for him. I am so glad to be here.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Yesterday, we got the call. Emily has been offered a position on the Macomb Eagles Fastpitch Softball team!!! She was so excited, I thought she would rupture something.
Hooray Emily!!! We are so proud and excited for her!!!
Monday, August 25, 2008
So we were on the way to South Carolina and had the GPS set to our destination. We have never used a GPS before, so trusting it was something new. At one point we were told to turn on this one specific street, but at the last second it didn't seem right so we choose another direction. Instantly we knew we were screwed. And "Flo" knew it. "Please wait, you are not on a road" came through loud and clear. We were on this road that was creepy beyond belief! NO SHOULDER, and trees lining the street, right at the edge... and we had to turn around. Nice.
South Carolina has had so much rain from the hurricane, that turning around was quite a trip as I said, there were NO shoulders. Regardless, Dennis who constantly reminds me that he drives $350,000 vehicles for a living, had it all under control. We turned around, and got back on track. And "Flo" knew it.
"Continue 6.4 miles on S.C.21" she says and sure enough... she got us right to our hotel. Thank you Flo. We promise not to second guess you again.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
The other day when we saw them, Greg said "They don't think I'm special?"
How in the world, do you reply to that??? It was like being punched in the gut. I have no idea how to explain how they have Gavin and other very interesting names, but no Greg or Gregory.
So your homework... BOL (Be on the lookout) for a cute little cup, the one with the rubber thing around it, with Greg's name on it. Pick it up and I will pay you for the cup and for shipping. Be sure to post a comment on here so that other people will know to stop looking.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
We have phone service that has "direct connect". We've had it for so long that I can't even remember when we got it. Our contract was to end in January. I was counting down the days. My experience with this network is that you can be standing next to the freaking cell tower and Bloop! It drops the call. I could not wait for this contract to end.
So last summer, the kids and I went to the State Fair with my mom, my sister & her kids, and my brother & my nephew. While we were there, Dennis calls. It was so loud where I was at, that I could barely hear him. But I did get this much...
"So & So called. They said they would knock X amount of dollars off our bill, and do something else for us, if we renew our contract".
I replied, "What?! I can barely hear you. We'll discuss this when I get out of here".
And then I heard it...
"Well I already took it."
At that precise moment, you could have knocked me over with a feather.
I literally had to force the words out, "You did WHAT?"
"I took it"
I, appropriately named Queen Busta Chops... was speechless.... and PISSED!
Literally I couldn't believe he did that. I could not WAIT for this contract to be over with. It was all I talked about for months and months. In fact, we even called to find out how much it would be to get out early, which was more than an arm and leg.
So days go by. There was no use arguing about it, because what good would that do? It was already a done deal. I was stuck to suffer for yet another year... or two.
September rolls around.
I'm parked on the couch, talking to my cousin on the phone. She starts going on about how much she LOVES her DVR. And tells me all the cool shows she records. My wheels start to turn... I have asked for TiVO or a DVR for the longest time, and he ALWAYS shoots it down. So you guessed it! I got off the phone and called Comcast. Set up the appointment for the following week. But while I was on eternal hold, the girl across the street runs over. Something was wrong with her cell phone and it was the only one she had, so she needed to use my phone. So I gave her my cell to use.
Forward to the next night.
We're sitting at dinner and I casually mention, "Yeah, Angie came over and needed to use the phone but I was on with Comcast and couldn't get off, so she used my cell."
He asks, "Why were you calling Comcast?"
CRAP I thought. Now I have to tell him because I accidently let it out!
And then it came out...
"Well... I figured since you went ahead and renewed our cell phone contract w/o talking to me first and apparently we're doing our 'own thing', I went ahead and ordered MY dvr. It is getting delivered on Tuesday!"
He sat there, laughing... and laughing... and had that "YOU BIAATCH" look on his face. And I sat there laughing and laughing with my "Got ya back biaatch" look on MY face!
He literally couldn't say a word.
DVR is installed. While Joe Public is going over all the features and buttons on my new DVR, he points out that we now have HIGH DEFINITION CABLE! Yep! I flipped on the ball game and I'll be damned... you can see every blade of grass individually. Finger prints on the batters helmets are crystal clear.
My whole "I'll get him back" theory blew up in my face. He LOVES the cable. He LOVES the TV and he LOVES the DVR.... CRAP!
My contract with "direct connect" ends on the 31 of this month. To my dear husband I say this... renew my contract....
And I'm SHUTTING OFF THE CABLE biaaaatttchhhhhh! ;o)
Emily's funny word of the week: Almanac or as she says it "A-LAMB-AN-ACK"
Monday, August 18, 2008
The only way I can describe some of the events that unfolded is for you to imagine almost 2,000 people on "Oprah's Favorite Things". But instead, Jill was Oprah. Along with receiving incredible information that could easily change your life, we also received so many free products and business tools, that many people had luggage that was over weight at the airport. Luckily I dodged this bullet (my suitcase weighed 5 pounds over). I'm chalking it up to saying hello to the NWA man with a smile on my face.
In our 4 days, we also had keynote speaker Alison Levine come and give us an uplifting and hilarious motivational chat. She was hysterical, and let me tell you... after she finished speaking all I could say was, "MESSAGE RECEIVED". Yep. I got it loud and clear. Be sure to check out the link by clicking her name.
When I do home taste testing parties, I tell "my story". My Why did I join TS? And I have to laugh because as I am approaching my 1 year anniversary, my "why" has changed so many times. At first, it was because along with my family, and many friends, I am a Tastefully Simple groupie. I love that the Rhubarb Strawberry jam is natural and has much less sugar than standard products. I love that so many products are all natural. I love that the seasoned salt has NO sugar or MSG added to it. Every time I called to place my reorder, I always had other peoples orders too. So "D" (my friend and the godmother of my son) said, "What are you doing? I feel like I am robbing you because you could be making money on this!" And that my friends, planted the seed.
She was right. I was handing over huge orders to her for myself and many other people. So with that, I decided to give it a whirl. I always did like doing the home parties. It is my "girls night out". Plus I can be myself, laugh, and get laughed at while making some moolah.
Through out the year, my story has changed. Some will say they joined for the friendships. If you asked me, I already had enough friends. But now, I have this very strong bond with women I would have NEVER met had I not joined. We had so much fun together at conference, that I am sure people thought we were all hammered, and we weren't! At least not all the time :o)
I experienced a light bulb moment while there. 8 is the magic number. 8 parties per month will easily earn the incentives, and yet for TS it isn't all about the numbers. After a year in this business I can honestly tell you that it is more about 'What can we do for you' and it has ALWAYS been that way. They offer incentive after incentive and every single one of them is easily attainable. And the 8 parties? Yeah, it seems like a lot, but it isn't. 3 hours per party, 2 parties per week. Yep. That's about 6 hours per week to earn an all inclusive trip to the Moon Palace Resort in Cancun Mexico - which is where I will be when that rolls around.
Jill was a middle aged housewife just like me. She has a son, and just decided to do gift baskets to make some extra money. She used products in the baskets that were homemade by local folks. At fairs and events, she would open up jars of products and let people taste them, so that they could really experience what they were buying. It took off like wild fire.
As for me, my "why" has definitely changed. Now it is because I LOVE this company. I love it. There are no schemes, no pyramids, no "surprises". It is what it is and it works. And 22,000 consultants can't be wrong. It is because even though this idea of Jill's has turned into a multimillion dollar company, she still hangs around with all of us gals, like a normal chic. She isn't unapproachable. As many times as I've seen her and heard her speak, it has NEVER been about her. She wants all of us to live our "BEST LIFE". To do what is right for us, and to live each moment to the fullest.
I am so glad to be here, and so thankful that I took the opportunity that was offered to me. What I do with this now, is all up to me.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
So I needed a change. But how do you get that change when you have to cart frick and frack around with you? So after a casual chat with my mom, she offered to take them off my hands for the day. With that, I met her at 10:30 for the hand off. My parent's don't exactly live around the corner. They live on the edge of the country so to speak. And with gas prices the way they are... you get the picture.
At 10:30, I started my excursion. I went to this awesome area over at 23 Mile Road and Gratiot in Chesterfield Township. It proved to be my one stop shopping zone. First hit of the day... Dress Barn. I swear to you it was the scene right out of Pretty Woman. I had the manager of the store, and an associate helping me and I was there for an hour. With their help, I found EVERYTHING I needed, and it didn't break the bank! I went in there and told them what my plans were and that things had to be interchangeable. It was the best shopping experience I have had in YEARS. I plan to give them a huge kudos by writing to the company.
Next it was off to JcPenny, and then Famous Footwear. By 3:30, I had all of my shopping complete, with the exception of non-drowsy dramamine which Target did NOT have.
So to my mom I say, "Thanks! I needed that." It was such a relaxing, yet productive day. And now... I must go pack.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
G: "Mom, did you know I can put my face in the water for 5 seconds!"
M: "No way, I don't believe you"
G: "You should challenge me"
M: "That's ok, just wait. On September 7th (G's birthday), you have to jump into the pool, WITHOUT holding on to anything".
G: "Can I plug my nose?"
M: "Absolutely. Sometimes I even have to plug my nose".
G: "Wow Mom! You're an adult!"
G: "Look at you... You drive a car! You have oversized clothes. You have BIG glasses and a HUGE forhead".
Yep. Sucked the life right out of me. Thanks Greg.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Regardless, they were showing multiple clips of Brett, and the Packers playing in falling snow and sunny fall days.
I like football. I don't know much about it, but I do like to watch it occasionally. For me, football is freshly sharpened #2 pencils, freshly fallen leaves crunching under foot, carved pumpkins and halloween decorations. It all leads into my favorite time of year. Winter. I LOVE Winter... only until January 2nd though. lol. Of course then I love S.W. Florida.
Regardless, we are lucky. We get to experience absolute change. We get to experience the warm breezes of summer. We get to throw on a fleece and have the crisp fall mornings. We get to see the beauty of freshly fallen snow then the rebirth of spring. I know, there are the pitfalls of each season, but today... the air conditioning is off. The windows are open, and my glass is more than half full.
Enjoy your day.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
The refrigerator stopped working. We knew something was "about to happen" as last week, just days before I was throwing a surprise birthday party for Dennis here at the house... it decided to take a night off. I woke up to water all over the kitchen floor. At first I thought, Oh the hose for the drink dispenser must have split, no biggie, he can fix it when he gets up. Yeah right. Everything in the refrigerator was warm. Almost everything in the freezer was thawed.
So I'm trying to "remain" calm, and make it look like I'm calm, when inside I was totally freaking out. I had about 5o people coming HERE on SATURDAY for a surprise party, and the refrigerator stopped working. And the thing is... Its ONLY 7 years old!!! WTF!!!!!
Deeeeeeeeeeep cleansing breath. Innnnnnnnnnnnnn Outttttttttttttttttt.
So while we are trying to solve the mystery, the stupid thing turns itself back on. WTF!!!!!!!!! And it has ran ever since...... until today.
Picture it.... Sicily 1942.... lol. (LOVE the Golden Girls). No really. So Audrey and Randy are over. We were enjoying the cool air of the house, watching a Food Network marathon on TV. Suddenly there is this ROARING NOISE, that I swear to you, sounded like a crotch rocket motorcycle, throttling up RIGHT IN THE LIVING ROOM. Startled the shit out of all of us. WTF???
It was the refrigerator. It was so flipping loud, we couldn't hear how much butter Paula Deen was puttin in her concoction. So I pulled out the refridge (so proud of my strength as I had never done it before and this fridge is HUGE - next size up is a subzero). While goofing around back there, I managed to get it to stop squealing.
And shortly after... it stopped running. My BIL thinks the fan must have gone or a bearing some where went. Regardless, DENNIS IS AT WORK AGAIN... OF COURSE.
OMG, stick a fork in me. I'm done. And I SWEAR to you. If we have to purchase a new fricken refrigerator, we are getting the smallest, no name brand out there. I'm talking Magic Chef or Speed Queen. We are not prepared to buy a brand new refrigerator, as we want to remodel the kitchen soon. We have NO idea what we want to do to the kitchen, so buying a big fancy appliance right now is out of the question... and out of the kitchen.
Send good Karma... Sears is coming tomorrow to "look" at it. I can't wait for Milford Memories.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Please vote on the right for what your thoughts are, and post your comments.
Joey LOVES baseball. Joey plays baseball. For Joey, the sun rises and sets with baseball.
Joey is our friends 10 year old son. I remember, not too long ago, as much as he LOVED Pudge, he could not say Rodriguez to save his life. It always came out "Ronriguez". Yet he LOVED Pudge.
Yesterday I heard about the trade at work. At first I was shocked, but immediately I thought - I wonder how Joey took the news?
When I arrived home, I talked to Den and asked him if Joey knew about the sudden departure. He found out earlier that Joey was so upset, he started crying, ran up to his room, and immediately wanted all of his Pudge things OUT of his room. Pudge and The Tigers broke Joey's heart.
Of course, I started to cry. I felt horrible for Joey. Like baseball, the sun rose and set with Pudge "Ronriguez" in Joey's eyes.
With this, I hope that Joey finds comfort somehow. His little 10 year old world just got rocked.
Auntie Val loves you Joey. My heart breaks for you... Not Pudge.
Monday, July 28, 2008
So how is it that a public official that is voted into office by the PUBLIC can not be "voted" out of office? It is amazing how the story with this thug keeps getting worse and worse. It makes me not even want to visit the city at all. Plus with some of the city council members being roped in to the crap too. Oh and let's talk about the schools and how they are so far in debt that they are facing quite a few closures.
I am sure that a lot of people would disagree with me on this, but I could easily have lived in a different time period. Picture Hill Valley in Back to the Future. Kids could play all over the town and be safe. People were held accountable. People had integrity. And the thing is, that this was the way it was, when most of our parents were growing up.
My parents sometimes talk about living in Detroit and Hazel Park. They talk about how safe it was to walk to Bell Isle to go skating. They talk about shopping up and down Woodward going to Hudsons, and other stores.
Have you been down there lately?? Although I must say that some parts of the city are looking better, I just have to ask... what the hell is wrong with some of the elected officials.
I think they should be "voted" out!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
After our trip to see Chris graduate, we went to Chicago for a 1 day, whirlwind trip... and boy was it ever!
We did more in this one day than I've done in any other visit to Chicago. We walked until we thought we would drop. We took tours, shopped until the credit cards were smooth, dodged rain drops, pointed at favorite spots, Ooh! ing and Ah! ing. Went up in some buildings, down in others.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Words can not express how moving this whole ceremony was. It is easy to go along in your day and not realize how much we take for granted. These amazing individuals have chosen to protect you and I. Because they have made this monumentous decision to join the service, not only do they have a future, but they also protect ours. Because of people like this, we are free.
The anticipation was too much for Christian... As for Ashley, seconds felt like hours.
A very emotional, family reunion.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
We have a new washer and dryer. Pumpkin is completely facinated by the washer. I took a photo of him watching it... for over an hour!
Plus my brother, niece, and great nephew are in town, so I don't have time to post.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
You have no idea what grief I am taking over this dryer fire. I have heard it all...
A guy I work with, that is on the Fire Dept that came here (but HE did not come here) called...
"Heard you had the F.D. at your house... AGAIN" - he then erupts into laughter.
This one is compliments of my brother, Mike...
"So you no sooner go to work Monday and feef tries to burn your house down...LOL... I told her empty the lint filter more than once annually..LOL..."
Oh and then Miranda had to pour salt in my wound with her little comment about the Laundromat, lol. (I did laugh as she did call me out)...
So while Den worked his 72 hours STRAIGHT... I called the F.D. multiple times, and of course, I hear from one of the firefighters... "don't set anything else on fire before he comes home".
Oh the grief I get.
So I have to tell you...
Dennis FINALLY came home today, and we went shopping! We bought these machines... ok, so the photo didn't load, nor save. So anyhue, we purchased the LG 4.2 cu ft front loading washer, and the LG 7.0 cu ft dryer. I am SO relieved. They come tomorrow.
So while the dryer fire turned into a "washer and dryer" purchase, that turned into a "paint the ceiling while nothing is in the room job", which turned into....
A "Let's change the color of the room too" job. BTW... he's talking on his cell phone while painting. He brave ain't he? lol
My new homekeeping assistants will be delivered and installed tomorrow. Thank GOD.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
24 hours and this totally sucks.
Monday, July 07, 2008
While doing laundry, I took some stuff out to hang, then restarted the dryer. I was going to go out by the pool, where my sister, brother in law and the kids were swimming. However, I wanted to check one more time to see if the clothes were done drying. As soon as I walked up, I could smell something burning. I opened the dryer, looked inside, but didn't see anything. It was then that I saw smoke coming out from between the washer and dryer.
THE DRYER WAS ON FIRE!!!!
I immediately flew out to get my B-I-L, and ran back in, he came straight from the pool, sopping wet, and sure enough, there were flames under the dryer. He shut the gas off, took it off the line, while I ran next door to get the neighbor guy, and a wrench (to disconnect the gas line).
The fire put itself out before we could get the dryer out the garage door (First Floor Laundry is a WONDERFUL thing).
So my point is this...
1. NEVER leave your house (even to go to the yard) while the dryer is running.
2. ALWAYS clean your lint filter. I do this EVERY TIME I use the dryer, because I am married to a firefighter, and he is a neurotic about anything that is attached to a gas line or electrical line. Literally, everything gets cleaned fairly frequently.
3. TO ALL YOU WOMEN... It is HIGH time we learn how to remove the panel off the dryer. THIS IS WHERE THE FIRE WAS. Because we couldn't get the panel off, we had to take the whole damn thing out to the garage - it would have been on the driveway if the fire didn't go out. If we could have gotten the panel off, we could have put it out with an extinguisher - which is what I would have had to do if I were alone - hence the reason to learn how to remove the panel.
If I had been alone, I would have been screwed. I was in a full blown panic, and didn't know where to start with this. So... KNOW YOUR DRYER. KNOW HOW TO SHUT THE GAS/ELECTRIC OFF, KNOW HOW TO REMOVE THE PANEL, AND FOR GOD SAKES... KNOW WHERE THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER IS.
Your assignment for the day, if you choose to do it...
Find out how to remove the panel, and make sure all looks clean down there. We just had a little bit of dust, but it was still enough to ignite.
Pardon me while I go breathe into a paper bag now...
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
We had a wonderful time as always... until the bill arrived. $45 dollars (not including tip). OMG! Now for some of you high rollers, you are probably wondering what the big deal is. For us, we were floored. Mainly because we had been to Chili's so many times before and don't remember the bill being that astronomical.
Then I realized... if we all had water, we would have saved $12 in beverages. If we would have just shared our Fajitas for two with Greg, (which he ALWAYS eats a fajita), we could have saved an additional $4.99.
This all transpired 2 days ago, and I am still reeling over it. So today while opening the mail, I found coupons for Don Pablos announcing on Sunday's Kids Eat Free. At Da' Francesco's Kids eat free on Mondays.... see where I'm going with this?
Your assignment... Keep an eye open for restaurants that offer "Kids Eat Free" days. Inquring minds want to know. It's either that... Or I have to learn how to cook. :-(
Post away my friends, post away.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Last Update: 11:48 am
DETROIT (AP) - American Axle and Manufacturing Holdings Inc. Chairman and CEO Richard Dauch has been awarded an $8.5 million bonus in part for leading the auto parts supplier through a bitter strike. The bonus revealed Friday in a filing with the Securities and Exchange Commission is in addition to his earlier reported 2007 compensation valued at $5.55 million. About 3,650 United Auto Workers union members at American Axle's five original facilities in New York and Michigan went on strike Feb. 26 for nearly three months, but later ratified a contract with deep concessions. Most of Dauch's previously reported pay was stock and options worth roughly $3.99 million on the day they were granted. He also earned $1.47 million in salary and $94,684 in other compensation.
My brother and sister (both family breadwinners) are about to lose their jobs. This literally makes me want to throw up.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Inquiring minds want to know.... What is YOUR favorite cereal and what do you like about it? Feel free to post your favorite "healthy, and non healthy" varieties.
Monday, June 23, 2008
I went to the shed and got out my stuff. I came to the garage and got myself organized. As I stuck my hand into the glove, I felt something "soft". I took my hand out, and looked into it. It was a NEST. I literally shed my skin, broke the windows within a mile radius screaming, and proceeded to jump around the garage flipping out while Dennis stood there laughing. I'm still shuddering while I type this.
We did throw the gloves away and think it was a mouse nest, as there was a tiny hole chewed in the top of the glove. Next year, the gloves will be kept inside the house.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Comcast.net is our homepage. Everyday when I log on, that is the first thing that comes up. Lately they have been showing stars from "then and now". I have to say that just looking at a photo of Jennifer Aniston from her Friends days, conjures up a huge amount of memories and emotions so strong they are almost palpable.
I watched Friends while in college. Actually pretty much through out my college years. Just looking at this photo, I vividly remember my EMS classes. Working concerts and clubbing down in Detroit, being so addicted to Depeche Mode, I saw them twice within one year, and partied with them at the State Theater (photo is around here somewhere). I bought my first new car (on my own), I lost a job working at a mortgage company, and took up to watching Star Trek The Next Generation until the wee hours of the night with my cousin. I still think of that when I have a slurpee, and laffy taffy. Total sugar rush.
I hung out with wild people and did things I never dreamed I would do. I went to places I never thought I would, and saw a different side of life that was a total blast. It was there, in the early 90's when I met Dennis in a parking lot. We dated off and on, and on, and on until I moved in with him in 95. We were engaged in 96, and married in 97. We were with child in 98 until she was born in 99.
It is totally insane how fast time goes by. And even more nuts how just a photo can suddenly transport you to a different time. I would love to know what YOU were doing when Friends was on TV.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Well Wii has the same version on Monkey Ball. What a game! Let me tell you that there is no way possible that I can even move my arms above my head. My body is screaming from me "getting into it", because I just HAD to win.
And in honor of doing something "different" this summer, we have been riding our bikes more. I had the brilliant idea of us parking at Metroparkway and Crocker, leaving the car, but picking up the bike trail, and riding into Metropolitan Beach for dinner. We rode the entire distance, all the way to the lake. We watched the boats come in and out of the black creek, and the U.S. Coast Guard pop some dude for throttling up in a no wake zone. We love seeing someone get popped, lol as long as it isn't us. :o)
Well let's just say that this great idea of mine was a lot longer of a ride than I originally remembered. So now not only do my arms ache from the Wii, my booty is aching from that freaking bike seat. I think it will be an easier trip next time after I get the bike in for a tune up.
I'm so exhausted. I have to go medicate now...
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
But... they will bicker. And they will bicker. And I have decided... They will write when they bicker. They are going to write sentences. And they have decided that they LIKE to write sentences, although they haven't even done it yet. Emily LOVES to write anything, but she has no idea how to "write" sentences like WE did when we were little.
So as it stands... the threat alone has worked to calm small fires, but if necessary, I WILL pull out the heavy artillery... pencils and paper. We'll see how THIS goes.
How is YOUR summer starting out?
Sunday, June 15, 2008
1. We turned on our sprinklers after not using them for an unsaid number of years (after we had the pool put in, because we didn't know what to do with one of them).
2. Because I opened up my big trap and said, "You know... we never get any storms like we used to."
Yep. Classic case of open mouth, insert foot.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
I went back up to the school to give Emily a sweater, and she showed me a new T-shirt she was given. Apparently in between my trips to the school, one of the children that was picked to do the announcements had quit, leaving the position open for Emily. The Tshirt has a TV on the front with the name of her school on it, and the back says "CREW".
She was so excited, I thought she would rupture something! What a relief!
As I went into the school to see her, and to give her some medication for an infection she's developed, the teacher responsible for the announcements, told me of the news. It took everything I had to not start crying right there at the desk in the office... and I hadn't even seen my child yet. How was I going to hold myself together while seeing Emily. I knew right then if she cried, I was going to cry too. And if she cried, I was taking her home for the day.
This has been a pretty bad week for her, and it seems to be one hit after another lately. I am ready for school to be out. And this final blow has brought her mom to tears... for her.
When I saw her, she didn't look ok, even though she told me she was. I held it together long enough to kiss and hug her goodbye, and to let her go back to her class. As I walked through the doors of the building, the tears started rolling. My heart is broken for her because she wanted this so badly, that she rehearsed every morning at the breakfast table.
As you know from previous posts, this year hasn't been smooth sailing for this child. She's had multiple issues with friends that have since dissipated. I am ready for her to be out of school and in the safety of her home so we can protect her once again... until September.
I am a wreck, and she is so strong.
What's in YOUR planner for this summer?
Sunday, June 08, 2008
What job can you have, that you are wrong more than 50% of the time and still have a job?
Weather person aka meteorologist.
Last night, before we went to bed, we watched the news. Nothing on the radar, nothing in the forecast.
Fast forward to 2:30 this morning. I got up with Emily, who was not feeling well, due to a sunburn she got yesterday. I noticed it was lightening outside, but no thunder.
3:00am - Emily comes and gets in our bed. It is lightening and thundering like crazy - to the point that now none of us can sleep. It was one after another, after another.
THEN IT HAPPENS. HUGE STRIKE OF LIGHTENING AND IMMEDIATE CRASH OF THUNDER. Scared the crap out of all of us. Dennis got up and looked out. I expected he would find our tree out front blown to smithereens, and the windows of his truck blown out, with smoking tires. NOTHING. No evidence of where it hit.
Regardless, it was a "What the H-E double hockeysticks" moment.
If I were wrong more than 50% of the time in my job... I would be OUT OF A JOB.
BTW... Emily wants to be a meteorologist when she grows up.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Normally I don't plug TS on here, but I just came home from a great meeting in which I won $50 off my Nationals, Cookbooks, a Tastefully Simple Apron (which I just said I needed on Friday - funny how the law of attraction works) , a license plate cover, and a BUNCH of other things.
At the meeting, we found out that the drink buckets pictured below have sold OVER 140% MORE than originally projected. In fact they have sold so many that they ran out of the cute oval buckets that they originally came in, and are now temporarily being packaged in round buckets. Isn't that insane? And I will admit... I HAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTEEEEEE tequila. HATE it. Stems from previous baaaaad experience. HOWEVER.... I was told at a party, "In really good margaritas, you can't taste the tequila".... and the girl was right! This margarita mix is so awesome, I have one of each bucket, sitting in my pantry right now, ready for me to share with some summer guests! And yes... they look THAT good in real life.
Mango Breeze Margarita Mix
Samba Sangria Slush Drink Mix
I wouldn't ever try to sell something "just because"... but this stuff is awesome! You can make it up and throw it in your freezer. It's also perfect when you've had a crappy day. Would you believe the Sangria bucket holds 2 (yes two) bottles of wine, PLUS water?! (just mix it in a bowl first, then pour it back into the bucket to freeze).
Regardless, this is an item you just can't get through summer without. Especially if you are having a staycation this summer (staying home).
If you are interested in ordering, click my link on the side (not the photo, but under it). Now word of advice... shipping can be a bit steep. Tastefully Simple believes in the fact that you should have it asap, so they use Fed Ex. Save on your shipping... have a friend or family member place their" with you, and split the shipping. It's much more economical that way.
Monday, June 02, 2008
Shortly after Nana & Papa left, the natives started getting restless. Momma & Papa birdie wouldn't feed them while we were on the patio, and soon enough, their babies started squawking!
And of course, there is Fuzznut. 2 years and counting, she's been a consistant visitor. Got nuts?
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Today we enjoyed seeing new visitors to the birdfeeder...
Seeing the clematis on our porch finally in bloom...
Looking at the temperature, and wondering if it is ok to put away the coats and gloves...
Seeing this beautiful critter sprawled out on our bed under the fan...
Watching this American Boy cool off with a drink...
Witnessing a water war develop between the boys and girls on the street...
And seeing the first set of babies born under the arbor...
I am forever proud to be an American.