Thursday, November 30, 2006
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
I knew that eventually you would come to your senses. I mean, really, Pamela doesn't have anything over me.... OK, OK, Maybe she is blond and has big.......eyes. But that is it.
Upon hearing of your divorce I knew right away that the timing was not coincidental. You filing papers when I am celebrating my anniversary....too ironic, don't you think? Was the jealousy just eating you up? You couldn't take it could you.....thinking about me and Steven was too much for you. But I ask you this, "How do you think I have felt these last four months?" Here you were having wedding after wedding. It seemed almost as if you did it to rub it in my face.
Thankfully for you, Kid, I have a forgiving nature. I, make that we ,can overcome this. It seems like you are on the right track now. Just call me. I will be waiting.
--you may remember me as Miss Timber....but you can call me whatever you want.
Monday, November 27, 2006
She has a great sense of humor.
She is a........ loving, um, scratch that...... mean aunt to my kids. (She relentlessly torments them...it is her mission in life)
She has a big heart.
She is 10 years younger than me, so she will be able to pluck my stray facial hairs when I get too old to see them.
She is beautiful. (Can't you tell from the picture.....thank me later, Sarah)
She is my ONLY sister/sibling....I don't have a choice.
I have never met someone so much like myself....yet so different.
We can finish each others sentences.
We constantly say the same things simultaneously, without even meaning to.
She loves pizza.
She used to want to dress JUST like me.....
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, Sarah!
This is what you get for saying I never mention you in my posts. I love you.
However, my suspicions about us being two boring individuals who rely on their children for entertainment were confirmed this past weekend. Saturday was our anniversary. Now first off let me tell you that the early part of the day was spent in a VERY romantic way.......yep, you guessed it.....loading up wood. (Isn't that your idea of foreplay?) We loaded wood for us and then we went and got a second load for my uncle (our neighbor) since he had recently had surgery and was unable to cut wood for his outdoor wood stove. Then my hubby used his leaf blower to strategically align the leaves in a wind row. After the kids enjoyed their romp in the leaves, we lit them and let them burn.
After completing the rest of our "chores" we made our way in the house to get gussied up for our big night out on the town. My mom had agreed to watch the kids so we could have a romantic evening alone. (I can count the times we have had a night alone this past year on one...yes one..hand. I would probably even have fingers left over....) We dropped off the kids and headed to town for a nice dinner.
The first two places we stopped had an hour wait. We were not up for this. The third place was new....but we had heard good things about it. Rodizio...here we come. This was not our typical restaurant stop....but it was a good experience and we had a lot of good laughs. We try to have adult conversation but it always came back to "Miss L did this" and "Mr. B did this"...... What can I say, we are lost without our kids.
We ate tooooooooooo much and didn't even have room for dessert. We were going to go see a movie but nothing sounded good to me. We headed home. Yep, a night alone and we were back home at 8:30. EIGHT THIRTY!!!!! We even debated going to get the kids. But nope. This is our alone time.... This is important for couples to remain strong.
So, I thought "It's our anniversary....we are alone.....you can oversleep in the morning..... Get in there and be a good, make that bad....very bad wife." So I lock myself in the bathroom and dust off one of my little nighties....get all prepped up, cover up with a robe to add to the element of surprise and head back into the living room. I start cozy-ing up to him....making all the right moves. He leans over and whispers in my ear........with a groan.......
"I am so full."
WHAT?!? Did I hear you right? You are FULL? TOO full to make whoopie? You have got to be kidding. Here I am ready and willing.....and you are too full?
"In the morning he promised.."
FINE, I said....in the morning, all the while thinking..."but in the morning my hair will be messed up, I won't have make-up on......AND I am definitely NOT sleeping in THIS sexy little-translate, very uncomfortable-number."
Morning rolls around and we are awakened by a call, a very early call, from my sister. "Mom has the flu, I am bringing the kids home right now."
The moral of the story is: When opportunity (or your wife) comes knocking............ well, you know the rest.
So as to commemorate our anniversary, here is our engagement picture....... "We've come a long way baby."
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
- Why do people complain about how "cold" it is....when it is November 21, 2006 at 60+ degrees?
- Some people are just not happy.
- I wonder how many calories the Cashew Chicken I ate for lunch had in it.
- Probably not as many calories as I am going to consume on Thursday.
- Why is my face breaking out again....I am not 15 anymore.....
- I wonder if my hubby will do anything for me on our 6 year anniversary....?????
- I am excited about going to see "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever" at the "historic" theater.
- I wonder which character I will be in love with this time.....Aren't they all little kids?
- Why have all my blogging buddies.....Becca, Chad, Exambo, Sharn Jean and LizardTamer quit blogging? Why do I continue on? For my own amusement???? Only two others (thanks TSK and TMS!) even occasionally read this. Becca and Jeff read via email alerts.....but I never get responses........ Yep. I guess it is for my own amusement.
- I think I am boring. I read other blogs and I even occasionally respond....but nope. No one responds to me.
- I wonder who will be the two main canidates running for the Presidential race in 2008.
- I wonder if I will like ANY of them.
- Am I hard to please?
- Mr. B needs a haircut....AGAIN.....but he will probably look like a ragmuffin when I pick him up from the sitter. I will have to get one some other day.
- What should I do for the mailman for Christmas? Never before have I done anything and I feel like I should....
- Maybe I will bake cookies.
- Who shot Carmen Mesta?
- Will I buy anything with mom when we go shopping tomorrow?
- Have you ever known someone who is sick/tired/hurting.....every time you see them?
- My feet stink......
- How old will Miss L be when she stops wearing only her underwear to bed because she wants to "be like daddy"?
- Should I make Steven start wearing frilly pajamas to remedy that situation?
- I HOPE EVERYONE HAS A GREAT THANKSGIVING!
Dear Jesus God,
Please be safe. Be with the people in the airplanes and be with their fambilies. Keep them safe. Jesus God, be with the dogs and the cows and Daisy and Rowdy and mommy and Mr. B and daddy and our fambily. Don't let daddy work too hard. Please be with that girl and don't let her fambily cry and be sad. AMEN!
Interpretation that everyone BUT God probably needs:
I am not sure where the "Jesus God" came from, but when she prays they are ALWAYS said together....never separate. I don't know if she thinks it is a first and last name.....
I thinks she means to keep everyone safe????? Not sure.... Either way, "Please be safe".
Ever since I can remember when my mom would see a Lifeline Helicopter she would always stop and tell my sister and I to pray for whoever was in it because they needed our prayers, because obviously they were either really sick or really hurt. Evidently, she also said this to Miss L a few months ago. Ever since Miss L has stopped whatever she was doing outside or inside and immediately prayed for the people in, what she used to call, planecopters. Miss L does not discriminate. No Way! We pray for people in helicopters and people in planes......you name it. It need not be a Lifeline to receive our prayers........ Anyone who is flying the friendly skies receives our families prayers each night at the supper table.
"That girl" is someone that although we haven't been long time friends with, she has left a mark on our hearts. She married a classmate of mine and worked at the Photography Studio that I get the kids pictures made at. She is someone that after you have met her once, you feel like you have known her forever. Each time you see her you are greeted by name and she always spreads such warmth and happiness. She was diagnosed with breast cancer and they have given her less than 3 months to live....she is, I believe, barely 40. She has two boys...one in high school and another that is around 6 or 7 years old. Miss L heard us talking about this and has now included her in her prayers...... I would be grateful if you would too.
Monday, November 20, 2006
- There is a little girl who refuses to do anything and sits on the floor crying for her mommy.....(Sad at first......OLD, OLD, OLD now! Seriously! We are into the third month of dance class.....stop bringing her OR grab her by the neck and tell her to SHUT UP! Now! Just kidding...sort of.....Whatever works.)
- There is an even "little-er" girl that runs around doing her own dance interpretation. She, unlike little girl #1, is an absolute doll.
- There is one little girl that wants to look like the other little girls so bad......I can just feel it....but her mother insists on dressing her in an obnoxiously huge, stiff looking tutu. It is twice the size of the little girl. It resembles a mesh monster getting ready to swallow her up....starting with her torso.
- The rest of the girls are much like Miss L. They do some ballet steps here and there, throw in a little hokey, pokey.....then they "get all steamed up" and get down with arm movements that look like a cross between a teapot and Mr. Roboto.
After the "ballet" portion of dance class we move onto the tumbling. Miss L definately deserves a "most improved" medal. She went from doing a somersalt that veered to the left, entangling her dance tights with the velcro on the mat, to doing a somersalt worthy of a "10". ***Any problems with the tights brings on an immediate melt down and must be avoided at all costs. This includes dirt on them, velcro snags, and the dreaded hole by the toe.****
Tap is next.....and let me tell you.... this is a class favorite. What kid doesn't like to make noise? It is a very unorganized group doing random "shuffle step, step ball change....." you get the picture.
My thought is this: Do you think that in TWO more dance classes they can have it all whipped into shape to perform in the Nutcracker as Snowflakes???? The name "Nutcracker" alone brings fear to even the purist of hearts. Isn't this the Christmas performance of all Christmas performances???
You know what? Now that I think about it snowflakes are random, unique, and "dance" to a tune that only they can hear, kind of like these kids. Maybe it WILL be worth the outrageously expensive costume after all. I mean, who can resist a three year old in a white leotard and tutu with sparkles......dancing around on the stage like a snowflake. Not me. Nope, definately not me!
- what kind of car do you drive?
- when was the last time you cried?
- who do you think will respond the quickest?
blah, blah, blah...... But I have to admit...although I get tired of filling out the same questions (and sometimes I don't), I really do enjoy reading others answers. Sometimes they are the usual....but sometimes, just sometimes, someone pulls a fast one on you and you actually learn something about them that you didn't know before.
The latest in this line of emails is a "Holiday Edition" of Getting to Know Your Friends. And I have to admit, no holds barred, I really have enjoyed reading everyones answers. It has almost been as much fun as opening a present from each one of them. So here goes...... Here are the questions.... Answer as many or as few as you like. But know this, each one you answer is like a little gift to me. 'Tis the season.
- Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?
- Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?
- Colored lights on tree/house or just white?
- Do you hang mistletoe?
- When do you put up your decorations?
- What is your favorite holiday dish, (not dessert)?
- Favorite holiday memory as a child?
- When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?
- Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?
- How do you decorate your Christmas tree?
- Snow! Love it or dread it?
- Can you ice skate?
- Do you remember your favorite gift?
- What's the most important thing about the holidays for you?
- What is your favorite holiday dessert?
- What is your favorite holiday tradition?
- What tops your tree?
- Which do you prefer, giving or receiving?
- What is your favorite Christmas song?
- Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum?
I will post again with my answers and some the ones that gave me warm fuzzy feelings....(If anyone cares...)
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
"He" is a guy at Becca's work. And let me start off by saying, his heart is in the right place, but his "witnessing" could use a little fine tuning.
Not long after we had received our meal we were approached by a co-worker of Becca's with whom I am unfamiliar. "Hi Becca, I am going to sit down with you guys, I am lonely" OK, I thought....why not. Immediately after we were introduced and had concluded our small talk about what we had ordered for lunch, he invited Becca to church with him that evening. She said "no". He then asked me. In my annoying way of trying to overcome and be too nice say "no", but then offer a ten paragraph (not really) explanation of why I can't. I mean, come on, Becca. Be nice to this guy. Why was she so direct....? --I found out why.
I, out of this unexplained feeling of obligation, asked where he went to church. (first mistake) He informed me he went to the Assembly of God church and we commenced to having small talk about his preacher.....nice guy.....blah, blah, blah. I, working at the funeral home, have met most of the local preachers and was somewhat familiar with him. Becca's co-worker then told me about a guest speaker they had been having and how awesome he was. He even had a faith healing service. With further conversation he spoke about his church and faith healing, speaking in tongues, rolling around on the floor, and the use of serpents (which he said his church didn't do) Becca voiced her skepticism and I agreed. We both believe that God can make anything happen.....but neither of us had ever been exposed to this.......
He then asked Becca if she went to church...she said "no". And then, (and I felt condescendingly) put his arm around her and hammered her with more questions...LOTS of questions. She finally stated to him that she "did not want to discuss religion with him"....he acted wounded and continued on. I took issue with this and immediately came to her "rescue", which I am sure she did not need. I explained that Becca did indeed have a good relationship with God and....the short version....to nicely back off.
This of course brought to life that I am Catholic......GASP! After discussing different aspects of our faith, I recounted a story about two ministers that I overheard talking about Heaven while at work one day. This story depicted what I believe. The ministers, both of different faiths, stated that they agreed that Heaven was like town A and earth like town B. There were many ways to get to town A from town B. The roads were representative of Christianity and all of the different religions. For instance, you could take the interstate, a combination of highways, the outer road, even back roads could get you there. The point being that there were many different ways, ie. different religious beliefs, about God and the admittance into Heaven. There is not one faith that holds the only road. "He" then asked me what road I was taking. (I think poking fun at my analogy.) I stated "the interstate, the shortest and fastest route....I am Catholic, after all." I was just joking..of course, with a guy who probably didn't find any humor in the situation. He was after all, trying to save me.
He asked me what I believed. Instead of rattling off "Our Profession of Faith", I loosely recounted the prayer that I have seen at the bottom of hundreds of mass emails......"God is the source of my existence. Without Him I am nothing, with Him I can do anything through Christ that strengthens me." It was me reciting this email prayer that lifted the burden of worrying about my soul from his shoulders. He told me....."You are OK, now please forward this to 10 people in 30 seconds or you will have bad luck for a year.....and then you will go to hell." OK, OK, OK......I made up the last part. He just said "You are OK" and I am truly glad that he thinks so.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
And since my life is very busy, I, unlike my husband, multi-task while on the phone. I have done everything from fix supper, to working in my flower beds, burn the trash, feed the chickens.....to the ultimate act of phone conversation multi-tasking that can occur. Thats right.....I have even used the restroom. What can I say. It happens. You are in the middle of a conversation, the urge hits.....I mean, its not like they can see me......right? I know that a few of my friends have even shared this "priveledge" with me. I call it a priveledge because I believe that you have to be at a pretty high point on the friendship ladder for this to happen between two friends.
A few months ago, I was on the phone (at work) with Jeff. I was talking to him about Becky or who knows what...... (our conversations seem to snowball) I was at work and was doing what I do at work.......all the while operating on autopilot for the most part.......when a sound brought me back to reality. By 'reality', I mean the state where one is becomes conscious of what they are doing and where they are going, as opposed to just "going through the motions".
YOU GUESSED IT.
The sound was the toilet flushing. In that moment, Jeff propelled up the ladder from being someone that I shared an occasional phone conversation with to taking a place at the top of the "friendship ladder" with some of my closest friends, whether he wanted to go there or not. I couldn't believe what I had just done. HE couldn't believe what I had just done. I busted out laughing....... I mean really, what could I/he say at that point...???????
Friday, November 03, 2006
"What is going on?" I was thinking to myself.....all the while singing (at the top of my lungs) "Whoa-a, we're half-way there....Who-a, livin' on a pray-er". I realized that someone had decided to have a "garage" sale on the grass about three foot from the road and everyone was slowing down to see what all the commotion was about. After assessing the items for sale I determined that unless you were in the market for a run-down push lawnmower, or some over-used kid toys, you were out of luck. So I continued on....."Take my heart and we'll make it I swear..."
What, you have to be kidding. The two cars in front of me were pulling off the road. "What could they possibly want to buy at that sale?" It is at this point that I am hearing a note that I haven't ever noticed before in the song "Livin' On a Prayer".....Is this a different version?????Am I getting ready to be hit by a train????What is this noise????? I then decide to turn down the radio as well as my awesome lead vocals and find out what in the world is going on. THERE IT IS AGAIN......What is that noise???? Finally I looked into my rear view mirror and horror of all horrors, there behind me is the source of the noise. An AMBULANCE.....sirens roaring...blaring its horn at me. THIS IS WHY THE PEOPLE IN FRONT OF ME PULLED OFF....NOT THE FREAKING "GARAGE" SALE. I am such an idiot. Although this all transpired in the span of 5 seconds, I put up a fervent prayer that no one died because they didn't make it to the hospital on time.
I will just wait for them to mail me my ticket.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Last night she asked me if we could trick-or-treat tonight or "maybe Thursday".....I said no, next year. This morning, on the way to the baby sitter, she asked me if she could go again, "next time"? I said, yes, next year. She said, "OK.....thank you." As if I had done her a favor of sorts. She is so polite....and funny. I love my kids.