tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30439971001761038732024-03-19T03:10:00.726-06:00Lovi's LogLovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-443322761743096762007-09-30T10:28:00.000-06:002007-09-30T10:37:53.780-06:00Here Comes the Bride!They're engaged!!!!!!!!<br />OS and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">FDIL</span> are officially engaged now!!!! He asked her last night and of course she said YES!!!! Everyone here is just so excited over the news! These two are so meant for each other and we are so lucky to have her in our family. And, as the mother of the groom, I have to say she got quite the catch too!<br />I'm not going to ramble on about it right now <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cuz</span> I'm still giddy and weepy with happiness, but to them I do want to say:<br />Congratulations, I love the two of you dearly and God bless you both!Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-90841854974221409162007-09-24T05:13:00.000-06:002007-09-24T05:14:42.469-06:00William 8/31-9/21It was a sad day in our house Saturday morn. YS came and got me, crying one of those cries that no mother ever wants to hear. It tears your heart out. William was dead.<br />William was the guinea pig that OS bought YS for his birthday. YS did everything right. He took care of him like a new born baby. He even read to him every night so he’d grow up and be a “smart pig”. DH and I were in awe of this little creature who could turn an otherwise wound up tight 9 year old boy into a gentle caretaker.<br />We’re not sure why they little guy passed and that made it even harder to explain to YS, who was absolutely inconsolable. He did everything right. Why did it happen? Gosh damn, I can’t harder write about it without tearing up. How do you explain death, the unfairness of it to a 9 year old?<br />Of course practically the first thing out of my mouth after “it wasn’t your fault” was “we’ll get another one”. What the hell was I thinking? That I want to go through this time and time again? That you can replace the love for one by replacing it with another? No I wasn’t. I just wanted the pain to go away. Plain and simple.<br />So I called OS because YS wanted him to accompany us on our new search. He was kind enough to come over and off we went. One store didn’t have any, the second store had a couple but they were older. They told us that because the animal was so small (and he was) that he probably wasn’t weaned or hadn’t been weaned long and the shock could’ve to his system might have been the cause. But 3 weeks? I’m not sure. I wondered about vitamin C, and then dismissed it after talking to the store and reading up on it. I do wonder about the celery though. It had to be small bites since the strings are hard for them to digest. I sure thought they were small enough but who knows. We went to another store and found “Rascal”. Rascal is all white and just the most playful little cute pig. He’s small too so we’re being really careful about food with him. Just pellets for now and we’ll go even slower trying new vegetables and fruit.<br />Later that day, DD took YS to the circus and out for dinner. DH and I went out for dinner ourselves and then the races out at the speedway. We stayed until my back and big old butt couldn’t take the seats anymore. It was a beautiful evening and we enjoyed being out together. We laughed and talked like teenagers again. Two burials in one day take it out of you I guess. Wow! Here I went on about the guinea pig and my poor DH had to bury him and then go to his aunt’s funeral. She passed in her sleep with her family around. He wasn’t necessarily close to his aunt but close enough that it hit home and you look at your own mortality. So the evening out was sorely needed by all of us. DD brought along a friend of hers and her niece who happens to be the same age as YS. She brought home some pretty good stories. Maybe later on the week I’ll get them posted.<br />I finished up all of the painting I had to do in the bedrooms. I’M DONE PAINTING!!!<br />DH is finishing up the painting of the doors/closet doors with his nifty little spray gun, But, I’m DONE!!!! Did I mention that already!?!<br />Now, the fun really begins – I get to go carpet shopping!!!!!! Man, that was a fast weekend.Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-86481842846200085272007-09-05T06:10:00.000-06:002007-09-05T06:13:27.146-06:00Weekend WorkingsWhat a weekend! I need a few more days to recoup, I’m thinkin’.<br />Friday was YS’s birthday. He loved it. Got some great gifts. We got him a new target to practice with his bow. Damn good shot that kid is! We also got him a new video game to use this fall during the ”downtime” of hunting. OS got him a guinea pig. Cutest little thing really. I spent a great deal of time Saturday researching them since I had no clue how to take care of one. Now William (the pig) is adjusting to his new home and we’re adjusting to him.<br />Saturday (before I started researching) I began the long, hard task of cleaning out the bedroom next in line to be painted. This room had been a storage room of sorts for about 2 years. It’s right off the kitchen and had gathered EVERYTHING. I made a pretty good dent in the mess and had reached the back corner. Had a bunch a pictures and mirrors and sorts leaned up against the wall. Well, not being stupid (giggle), I did take my time moving each picture. Lord only know what I could’ve found lurking in the dark corner. I moved a mirror and then a picture when I saw it. The spider. Not just any spider either, but a BROWN RECLUSE spider. So I jumped, squealed and grabbed a box to kill it with. Yeah. A box. A cardboard box. I smashed it (or attempt too anyway) and it sunk down into the carpet and crawled out laughing at me. I yelled at DD to bring me something as I looked around and found this package of cassette tapes. I picked it up and smashed the thing and turned around. There stands DD with The Swiffer. I’m like, “are you gonna dust it?” Anyway, it was dead and my job was done for the day. DH had to spray the whole property down before I’d go back in there, and after wiping out wally world, the hardware store and the local feed store, so spray he did. He sprayed the property so well, that NOTHING could live in/on it.<br />Hence a good time to head to Flo’s.<br />Dinner at Flo’s was awesome. I just darn near made myself sick I ate so much. She made this lasagna stuff that was awesome and DD threatened anyone who went near the rolls. See we’re she was raised on brown-n-serve, so these were like candy to a baby. It was just ducky, the whole thing. Of course there were a few margarita’s! Everyone I talked said to have one for them and well they would all be pleased to know I kept my word….times three over. It was an nice, enjoyable evening all the way around.<br />Monday I turned into a couch lizard. I left only the couch to make the potato salad to go with the ribs that DH smoked all day. Good eats for sure. OS and FDIL came to enjoy the fruits of his labor and weren’t disappointed.Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-57884494746620247632007-08-31T05:09:00.000-06:002007-08-31T05:12:04.207-06:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY!Happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday dear YS. Happy Birthday to you!<br /><br /><br />Love<br />MomLovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-89472163812862657732007-08-30T04:46:00.000-06:002007-08-30T05:04:32.628-06:00College PrepI just have to brag on DD! She took her placement test for the community college that she will be attending at the first of the year. Because of her LD issues she had to schedule the appointment so that they could provide the help that she needed.<br />Well....she did awesome!!!!!!!!<br />In fact they told her she blew the Reading section right out of the water! She did so well that she won't be required to take ANY reading courses! For those of you who know the difficulties that we've had through the years, this was unbelieveable news. She did so good that they asked her if she wanted to become a paid tutor!<br />Even her math score - which is also a very difficult subject for her was respectable. In fact all of her scores were! When she called me at work when it over to tell me, I was so excited you'd have thought the Chiefs had just scored a touch down!<br />All of these years of meetings with the teacher, making phone calls to the state education board, fighting to get her the help that she needed have paid off. The school district might have considered me the "mom from hell" but right now I'll wear that title proudly!Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-83626429148456690682007-08-29T06:50:00.000-06:002007-08-29T06:51:32.476-06:00Birthday PresentsThis has been a busy week. Well, busy for me anyway. Not that I’ve done anything important. Or anything at all really. In fact, I can’t think of anything I’ve done. So, I guess I’ve been busy doing nothing. Geez, no wonder I’m so tired!<br />Friday is YS’s birthday. He’ll be 19. No wait, he THINKS he’ll be 19. Reality says 9. So, being the good mommie that I am, I asked him what he wanted for his birthday. A new toothbrush? A jar of pickles? He looks at me like a had just grown 3 heads. I can’t figure out why. He likes when he gets a new toothbrush. Every year at Christmas time whether I remember or not he gets one. (just kidding). He loves pickles so I’m thinking those are good choices, but YS begs to differ. So he asks what the limit is. I tell him a dollar. And not just ANY dollar but an AMERICAN dollar! Can’t beat that! Good ole’ US of A currency. Again the 3-headed look comes my way.<br />With shoulders drooping and head bowed it finally dawns on him on that I’m joking, so he perks up and says, “I saw something I’d like to have for my birthday… and before you say no…. you can afford it in 2 EASY payments of $19.95.”<br />I’m laughing so hard I’m actually snorting as I tell him he can’t watch any more TV – or at least the commercials!Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-76441841355584823862007-08-12T20:26:00.000-06:002007-08-12T20:27:50.817-06:00Christmas in August?Ahhhh to be a kid again……<br />DD and I spent our Sat evening playing like 9 year-olds on Christmas morning.<br />See, she’s big girl now and wanted her own cell phone plan. Didn’t want to have to “share” minutes with “The Mommie” and she didn’t want to have to put down a huge deposit for her own account. She just wanted a plan to herself but billed under my account. Fine by me – cuz with this new big girl plan also comes a bill – one that “Mommie” doesn’t have to pay for. I’m thinkin’ – I like this plan already.<br />So, I spend 40 minutes on the phone with our carrier discussing options, plans, phones, etc. trying to figure out the best rates, plans for our lifestyles. Nothing fancy I say, for we be simple people. Well, may be ought to add that unlimited text stuff to the DD’s plan. She’s kinda liken that but well hell, I type all day at the J-O-B and I don’t want to do it on a phone too. What’s that you say? You just don’t type onto the phone – you tap? Huh? Well, I learned myself how to type on them there keyboards and really, and I mean I really don’t have any wild hair going up my arse that makes me inclined to learn a new way to communicate with my chilluns. Used to be I didn’t even have to SAY anything – “the look” was all I needed. Apparently the look is outdated. This new-fangled way of communication will keep us closer than ever. Bonded you might say. Well, I’m all for expanding the parent/child relationship. Honest Injun. Quit laughing – I do like communicating with my kiddies. Except, of course, when they’re getting on my nerves or somethin’ like that.<br />So I tell them there sales people to give me a small “bundle” so that when DD forgets that I don’t have the unlimited plan ( and she WILL forget) I won’t be charged an outrageous amount of money for these here messages.<br />Later that evening DD “instructs” me (cuz remember I’m O-L-D) on the fine art of texting. I suck at it. Big Time. No sense in pussy-cattin’ around it. I wrote out this sentence and looked up to see nothing but gibberish. Did I mention that I suck at this? Big time? So, again, DD tries to help me out and of course in her drama diva way has to let me know that SHE learned this easily – and it’s not a big deal and geez, why can’t I get it? Cuz I’m O-L-D damn it! Just ask MYS! Remember now? Is it all comin back to ya now? So there we sit on the couch, DH is at a friend house where there’s a big party going on, live bands, plenty of beer for a hot summer night, and I’m sitting at home on the couch texting DD who is sitting right next to me. Yeah, it was ridiculous. She was right frickin’next to me. So I went out to the porch and sat. To text her. Sitting on the couch. Inside. In the air conditioning. I’m thinkin’ this too, was ridiculous, so I went inside. She went to her room. To text me. Sitting on the couch. Cuz, you see, by now I’m getting the hang of this tapping stuff and I’m thinkin’ I’m kind a likin it. Till 1 AM we played with these phones. Yeah, I know what you’re thinkin’. Party ANIMALS.<br />Sun morning I got up and remembered that the sales people told me how to check and see how many text messages I’ve used before I run out of my allotment. Yippee!!! A new way to use my new toy!!! So I looked and I’m thinkin’ no way! There is absolutely, positively, the cow jumped over the moon, NO WAY I used that many already. My phone only shows 31 messages! How did the h*ll did they come up with that number?<br />Well, ring, ring, hello? Customer Service? I just looked at my numbers you see and wow – someone has made a mistake. I mean come on, it only shows 31 msgs here. Can you explain this to me?<br />Did I count the ones that I had deleted you ask? Deleted? How do I do that? Oh, oh, oh, you mean when I cleared those ones? Uhhh, hmmmm…ok my bad. I just got this ya know and I’m trying to learn it and all and yeah, well, I din’t think of that and no, I’m not normally that air-headed. Guess maybe I jumped the gun a little here, that huge number kinda caught me off guard a little (ok a lot) and sorry to bother you. Have a good day. Anytime you say? That’s what you’re here for? Wow, thanks – cuz I’m thinking I might need to upgrade to unlimited.Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-10250321617765791512007-08-10T07:10:00.000-06:002007-08-10T07:11:18.863-06:00Age is just a number, right?Ok yeah, so I’ve taken a small break here. I mean, I’ve got this J-O-B now and frankly, it was kickin’ my *ss. Going from being a homebody to a fulltime employee (for someone else mind you) , wife and mother was/is a change. Some adjustments had/have to be made.<br />I’m settling into a routine here finally. Even after the allegedly broken foot fiasco, family holidays, and an extremely disappointing Puddle Jumpers Day.<br />Anywho, I’m driving home from work yesterday thinking I’ve got this “bring home the bacon and fry up in a pan” thing licked. Hell, it IS possible to teach an old dog a new trick or two. I can still do the same things as before – it’s just a matter of organizting my time right? I’m at peace here.<br />My windshield time is broken up by the vibration of my phone. I’m still trying to get used to that. I jump every time the d*mn thing goes off. Mz. G (and some of you know who I’m referring to) thinks I have gas or something the way I move around at my desk.<br />I digress.<br />I’m on my way home when the phone rings and it’s MYS calling. He’s laughing so hard I can’t understand him. He laughter wanes slightly enough for me to get this jist of what’s he’s trying to say. It seems that I received a letter in the mail from the SCOOTER store., letting me know what my options are.<br />My first thought was “who the h*ll taught this kid to use a phone?” immediately followed by “this kid watches waaaay to much TV if he knows what a scooter is for” and finally, “the little sh*t:”. I can picture his dad standing next to him, the both of them sharing this private “we got your mom” wink, wink moment.<br />I tell MYS he’s grounded and hang up (jk). I mentally see the two men of the house, doing the “we are so good” strut while grabbing themselves and topping it off with the armpit farts.<br />Yes, it’s the simple things in life that please my men.<br />As for me, I smiled and thought to myself that what the little stinker is something I would have done. Oh yeah. That had me written all over it.<br />Age is just a number but memoreis are forever.Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-78102685566238061422007-05-31T05:33:00.000-06:002007-05-31T05:52:53.496-06:00The Quest...is over.<br />For the past month DH and I have been out pounding the pavement in search of a new(er) car for DD. Every spare moment we had- and even some that wasn't spared - we spent searching. My birthday and our anniversary consisted of shopping for cars.<br />And now it's over. Finally. DD is mobile again. No more late nights picking her up from her job, no more running out of milk 5 minutes before dinner, having to stop, turn everything off and going to the store. No more racing to daycare to pick up the man-child before they charge me $15 for every 5 minutes I'm late.<br />Needless to say DD is a very happy young woman. She's learning new things like "full coverage" and "you will not be a taxi", etc but she's ok with that. She is mobile and that's all that matters.<br />We're happy with the buy and won't worry about what she's driving when she moves out.<br />So, I told DH, "now that we are done looking and have all this "free time" now and DD has a car - we can go to U-WRENCH-IT to find the parts to fix my old, broken down, high-mileaged van" <insert>.<br />He sooooo did not get the hint.Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-83767321038536946792007-05-24T06:38:00.000-06:002007-05-24T06:48:38.013-06:0010 years ago today...I married my husband.<br />In some respects it seems like yesterday; in others, it seems like forever. Maybe because I've know him since I was 11, we were best friends through junior and senior high. Who knows - doesn't matter. We're here. 10 years. Would I do it again? You betcha.<br />We've seen some rocky days, some really rocky days and some really really rocky days; but we've seen more of the most beautiful, life touching days and moments that some can only dream of. Those are the days we cherish on our hearts, give thanks to our mates for and live for. I know in my heart how lucky I am. To find the kind of love that will endure "the test". I've found it not once - but twice.<br />Happy Anniversary to the both of us 'cuz we deserve it. ;)Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-60246967829750510072007-05-21T05:43:00.000-06:002007-05-21T05:59:08.995-06:00Today is the first day........of the rest of your life.<br />Today is DD's 18th birthday! She's graduated now and all grown up. Her first decision as a high school graduate and an official adult is to sleep the day away. She is exhausted she says. Graduating Friday night and immediately attending Project Grad until 6 AM, coming home to get 4 hours of sleep before we race off to watch FDIL graduate nursing school and later attending her party until the wee hours of the morn and then Sunday we had her party. Then she spent half the night on the phone with her friends talking about all their parties. Yep, she's tired.Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-48148187829557789682007-05-13T13:40:00.000-06:002007-05-13T13:55:11.959-06:00It Ends as it BeganIt was the first day of kindergarten for DD. Back then they had half day kindergarten and DD was in the afternoon class. It was unbearably hot and on the first day of school they canceled the afternoon class due to heat. DD inconsolable. She cried and cried. She had been waiting and waiting to go to the "big kids school" along with her older brothers. It just wasn't fair. She really wanted to go. She'd have to wait another day.<br />Fast forward thirteen years.<br />DD is standing there in her cap and gown. It's warm outside. DD is dressed for Bacceloreate and she's all teared up. It's not fair. She's afraid to go. She doesn't want it to end.<br />To see her in her cap and gown, to see the light of excitement and yet a glint of uncertainty in her eyes; to see her face what we both have literally fought for; I can't think of a better Mother's Day gift. I am truly blessed.Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-76035241054137602162007-05-07T05:15:00.000-06:002007-05-07T05:29:05.147-06:00Turkey's: 3, Rambo, Jr.: 0Well, spring turkey season is over and there isn't one turkey in my freezer. Now I've heard all the excuses before A) there weren't any turkey's to be seen, B) the weather wasn't right for hunting and C) the animal was just out of range. I could go but I'll stop with these. The thing is now YS is learning them!<br />Seriously though, I'm disappointed for YS, for it would have been "the bomb" for him to shoot a turkey his first season out. It's taught him a lesson none the less, and that is that it takes patience. Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose. "Just one of those seasons" is what this season will be chalked up to and that ain't all bad really. When you learn something, frustrating or not, it's not a waste of time.Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-68123982710396182122007-05-05T23:06:00.000-06:002007-05-05T23:09:00.942-06:00Deja-vuWow! What a movie! I highly recommend seeing this movie. It's out on DVD and it's incredible! The story moves at a quick pace and the "techie-parts" aren't too bad. By the time you get to the "ahhhh so that's how that happened" you're at the end of the movie. Well worth your time!Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-68719903264779808462007-05-05T16:55:00.000-06:002007-05-05T17:37:54.486-06:00The QueenI was able to finish watching the movie "The Queen" today. I have to admit I enjoyed the movie although I'm not sure why really. The story line was only so-so, abrupt in places and long drawn out in others.<br />The movie relvolves around the Queen of course, starting back when Tony B took office and during the untimely death of Princess Di.<br />Helen Mirren showed over and over why she received the Oscar for Best Actress. She bloodly well earned it! The only thing I could say negative about her performance - and it's not really a negative point as much as an observation - is is her mimicing The Queen's walk. It looked very unnatural for Helen, almost painful to watch in one particaular scene.<br />The rest of the acting left something to be desired, and again it shows what a professional Ms. Mirren is. To have to work with the less-abled actors had to be difficult at best. All of them, from James Cromwell to the actor who played Prince Charles, all over-acted their parts to the point of unbelievability.<br />I have one more movie to watch this weekend. It's "Deja-vue" with Dentzel Washington. I love this man as an actor. Kind of like Tommy Lee Jones and Nicholas Cage. They very rarely make a bad movie!<br />I'll let you know how it turns out!Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-32407057239219143662007-05-03T04:06:00.000-06:002007-05-03T04:46:59.546-06:00It's comingThe weekend that is! The time is flying by right now. I'm starting to get the hang of my new job and that helps the lower the tension factor and make it enjoyable. The fact that I got so much accomplished last weekend has also made an easier week for me so I've been able to come home after work and do nothing but hang out with the family.<br />This upcoming weekend, DH is taking YS turkey hunting again. DD is going to spend the weekend with a friend so that leaves me all by my lonesome. While I have a list of things to do, none are "gotta have done yesterday" items so I can take my time. The only thing that should be done is the planting. I have my tomato plants and some flowers that need to be planted but I have everything I need so I'm good to go there and I have all weekend to do it!<br />I bought another movie too! "Dejavue" with Dentzel Washington. Gonna finish "The Queen" and got me a back up!<br />All in all the weekend looks promising!<br /><br />DD made her statement to the insurance company yesterday and the adjuster came out and sure enough - they considered her car totaled. We're looking for a new(er) car for her now so she can become mobile again. That's what's been the hardest on her and I can so relate to it! It's been quite the reality check for DD. Life ain't fair sometimes and you just gotta make lemonade out of those lemons or you'll drive yourself nuts and that my friends is a hard lesson to learn whether you're 2, 20 or beyond!Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-52476279420399264212007-04-30T03:29:00.000-06:002007-04-30T03:31:36.195-06:00...And what did you do this weekend?Well, the menfolk returned from their “spring slaying of the turkeys” empty handed. According to DH, they didn’t see a tom or jake all weekend. YS said he had a good time since he got to ride the 4 wheeler and go fishing. The best part though was when DH shot the water snake’s head off. That, according to YS, was totally cool. I didn’t ask for details. I figure ignorance is bliss in situation. It’s either that or I’ll never go down to that lake again.<br />My weekend however, was extremely productive. I managed to get those bathrooms painted, every stitch of laundry done, cleaned my bedroom and the rest of my house and put back into order, the lawn mowed, the grocery shopping done and DD’s graduation announcements ready for mailing.<br />It wasn’t all work and no play though. We stopped by OS’s place Sat night. He had called earlier to invite me to dinner (steak out on the barby!) and I had taken an hour or so and started scrap-booking DD’s prom. I had left my phone downstairs so I missed the call and dinner. We did get to see the new addition to his aquarium! The canopy had finally come in. It’s gorgeous and really makes his tank stand out. Next weekend he’s going to get his first fish. By the time the quarantine period is over he’ll have the rest of the tank ready to go. I’m excited to see it finished! He’s put a lot of time into getting this up and running so it’ll be nice to see it come to together.<br />I also bought the movie “The Queen” and watched half of it. Helen Mirren earned her Oscar for Best Actress with this movie. She is incredible! I do wonder how accurate the story line is. I realize that it’s a movie and made for entertainment purposes but, with the Queen still alive, it just makes me wonder how close to the truth it really is. Maybe it says at the end and I’ll find out soon enough!Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-40055592507352988582007-04-27T04:30:00.000-06:002007-04-27T04:35:19.899-06:00TGIFBoy....I have learned to appreciate that little ditty.<br />DH is taking YS hunting this weekend and I have a list a mile long of things I want to get done. Like sleeping. Lots and lots of sleeping. No fighting for covers, getting kicked in the shins, just plain old deep sleeping. I want to finish painting both my bathrooms cause it's getting old to have to move a tarp to take a wee wee and I want to get my house back in some semblance of order.<br />If any of the above happens - I'll consider myself lucky!Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-81441091124651029042007-04-26T04:39:00.000-06:002007-04-26T04:43:20.196-06:00Hmmmmm....<div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">NEVER</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">NEVER</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center">NEVER</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">NEVER</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">NEVER</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaao18gjcM6URUd2pc9rvndC2PqLT4lkc78eZ1rZdpjXqiYu8tXzP3vGg2I89FwXAY0MKO9ThUV2y9q9JsgsxRTqDZoY1NHRIsm1WF3KPbnYLHDGEs3PD2U1JUkHGMX2d_Z0X77KKdhOk/s1600-h/ATT1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057684903190447970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaao18gjcM6URUd2pc9rvndC2PqLT4lkc78eZ1rZdpjXqiYu8tXzP3vGg2I89FwXAY0MKO9ThUV2y9q9JsgsxRTqDZoY1NHRIsm1WF3KPbnYLHDGEs3PD2U1JUkHGMX2d_Z0X77KKdhOk/s320/ATT1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">FART IN A WET SUIT</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">You've been warned!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-74049984107067244632007-04-23T04:12:00.000-06:002007-04-23T04:14:15.382-06:00Prom Weekend<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpTgTr7n61zcKCEb5XN9KKR1PcxXq2bGp8GCbo3um-UjTj_noIfjLSdSel1mJ4EsqNC4HfSV_Ot9yPQIuZbMwSWohsYaTwGZtqVbhSNUYpkViJeOjvd9q7izTEnS39utR2_mHojiraT0/s1600-h/Amber.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056564702033330834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpTgTr7n61zcKCEb5XN9KKR1PcxXq2bGp8GCbo3um-UjTj_noIfjLSdSel1mJ4EsqNC4HfSV_Ot9yPQIuZbMwSWohsYaTwGZtqVbhSNUYpkViJeOjvd9q7izTEnS39utR2_mHojiraT0/s320/Amber.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Man what can say about Prom weekend but…..what a ride it was!!!<br /><br />It started out when I got off work on Friday with a frantic phone call from my DD. She had just been rear-ended and her car was totaled. She said she was ok and the rest was just heavy drying. While rushing home I called my husband and got some details. OS and FDIL happened to be passing through minutes after the accident so he was able to calm her down and take care of things. When I got home, DD was on the floor and having a hard time getting up because her back hurt, so we loaded her up and off we went to the ER. She sprained her back, so The Big Guy upstairs got an actual real live prayer of thanks from me and not one of those “I’ll go to church if you just do this one thing for me” prayers! It could have been so much worse.<br />Doc told her she could go to prom if she felt like it just to take it easy, so that’s exactly what she did. She went to the hairdressers early in the morning (with pillow in hand to help support her back) and lo and behold! Guess what we found out?!?!? It was the hairdressers son that had hit her! Boy if that didn’t make for a few awkward moments! But it all worked out ok and DD looked beautiful. Soon afterwards we had girls showing up (and one guy who needed his hair straightened….we won’t talk about that) and the festivities began. YS went to a friend’s house to spend the night so dad took him there while my friend and I ran out to where the prom was being held to take pictures and just plain be nosy! Man! Was that place gorgeous! My friend and I promptly decided that this was THE place for OS and FDIL to be married!<br />We hurried back and with FDIL’s help we got Amber into her dress. What a sight she was! Just absolutely beautiful if I don’t say so myself!<br />Then came pictures – lots and lots of pictures. Then the limo came which meant more pictures and finally it was time to leave. Off they went – the lot of them to dinner. We fired up the grill and OS, FDIL, DH and myself had just sat down to a KC Strip steak dinner (why not treat ourselves I say?!?) when the cell phone rang. The restaurant had lost their reservation and wouldn’t be seating them for another 30 minutes. I called the restaurant and asked for the manager and was told that they were busy and could I please call back later? Oooooh I don’t think so I said, and she quickly got the manager. I explained very nicely how the reservation had been made 3 weeks ago, their establishment lost the reservation, that the kids were on a schedule and I was SURE she was going to do everything in her power to accommodate these kids. Amber called back a few minutes later – they had just been seated and thanks mom!<br />SO, the four of us finished our meal and then turned our formal living room into a movie theatre and our kitchen into a concession stand. It was the cutest thing! The kids all loved it and appreciated the work and detail that we put into it. All the girls crashed here so we were literally wall to wall girls!<br />Sunday brought back the real world of laundry, cleaning the house and all the usual daily grind kind of things!<br />Life is back to normal!</div>Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-62656707128917209262007-04-19T16:52:00.000-06:002007-04-19T16:57:00.111-06:00I'm a wimpI couldn't do it. I had to quit my 2nd job. I've only been working the fulltime job 3 days. I thought I could manage both but I'm a wimp - just can't do it. My schedule would've been:<br />Mon - Wed: 8-5<br />Thursday: 8- 5, then 9-1am<br />Friday: 8-5, then 9-1am<br />Sat:9-1pm<br />Sun: 9-1pm<br /><br />Never a day off. Screw that<br />Yep. I'm a wimp!Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-75171432767013756032007-04-18T20:17:00.000-06:002007-04-18T20:24:01.235-06:00He's History!!!!!!Finally!!!!!!!<br />Sanjaya has been voted off of AI! I can't tell you how long I did the "happy dance" - but I can tell you it was for quite a while - and I whooped and hollered the whole time! Somebody upstairs put those tweenies to bed!<br />We can FINALLY have a competition now and focus on the singers. There will be some credibility to the show.<br />I was sorry to see Laskisha in the bottom two, but I can see why she's there. And Blake? I think he's good - but yeah....he sucked last night.<br />It's going to be a tough go from here out - every week - you gotta hit the mark or you're gone.<br />No pressure.Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-56518861711327129972007-04-14T06:59:00.000-06:002007-04-14T07:01:11.349-06:00Just Plain Funny<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HXID-vf67rspDNaigDmOQuFa1thoaj8CPs3tJ42IhQhFLUn8WK5wU9gHhDCxTAJgN-9Ed1OM0tW4ETy49ck104YGl7a-Ote73geV_GiLaq9TvkTjLS01n3hqUNd2itO9xm1HlLanvJ8/s1600-h/%60%2520by%2520quietmom1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053268065289722914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HXID-vf67rspDNaigDmOQuFa1thoaj8CPs3tJ42IhQhFLUn8WK5wU9gHhDCxTAJgN-9Ed1OM0tW4ETy49ck104YGl7a-Ote73geV_GiLaq9TvkTjLS01n3hqUNd2itO9xm1HlLanvJ8/s320/%60%2520by%2520quietmom1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I got this in an e-mail and about spewed coffee all over. Just had to share!</div><br /><div></div>Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-78374309910175764242007-04-12T05:31:00.000-06:002007-04-12T05:48:30.144-06:00Thanks America!Can I hear a "thank gawd"?!!?!? Haley has been voted off AI! It's about time. She's a mediocre singer who used her body to score points. I don't like that.<br />Haley is actually a very beautiful young woman. Her long flowing hair goes right along with those long legs. She is a looker - and I'll give her that. Her voice though, is just ok. Good enough for high school choir and that's it. She isn't anywhere near the same league as Melinda, Jordan or Lakisha. She just didn't belong. Yet every week as her clothing started disappearing little by little, she was voted to stay because of it. Worst of all - she knew it.<br />While AI is by far not my favorite show - it is one of the few that I felt could be watched by the entire family. I didn't have to worry about explaining anything to YS well before his time - or mine. I didn't have to this season either - don't get me wrong. But it was on it's way. YS is still too young to catch the sarcasm in Simon's voice when he gave his opinion. That helped a lot along with the fact that Haley was kicked off before she came out with pasties on and a top that "malfunctions".<br />Thank you America for voting her off.<br />Please take Sanjaya out next week.Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043997100176103873.post-90743470278210163152007-04-09T22:59:00.000-06:002007-04-09T23:01:02.556-06:00Trick or Treat?Ok so fire me. I’m a bad bunny. I also suck at the Santa thing. And don’t even ask about the tooth fairy – it ain’t a pretty story.<br />I vowed this Easter to do better. Since it all started last year with Easter I figured if I made good this Easter I’d have it made and things would turn around.<br />I went and bought the basket filled with goodies and hid it until the big day. I remembered the day before and kept telling myself – “don’t forget – put the basket out before bed”. In fact, I was in my room Saturday night, getting ready for bed when I remembered the basket was still hidden. I threw on a robe and headed downstairs to tend to the task at hand and somehow ended up distracted. Don’t ask me how – I couldn’t tell you. I just know that’s what happened.<br />Easter morning DH and I awoke and I remembered then that the deed was never done. I threw on my robe – again - and headed out the door with DH in tow. I saw that YS’s bedroom door was open and he wasn’t anywhere around. DH and I tip-toed down the stairs and walked into the kitchen where we were confronted with the carnage. There were candy wrappers everywhere, a basket tipped on its side – empty, and a trail of “filler” grass leading into the family room.<br />DH and I approached the room only to step back so YS could fly by us at the speed of sound. Yep – he had eaten every piece of candy in that basket and was now on the sugar high of his life.<br />At the rate of 3000 words per minute, he explained to us that he came down to look for his basket and when he didn’t see it on the table he went hunting for it. He only had to look where the bunny had left it last year – in the spare bedroom’s closet. He just figured since he found the basket he should go ahead and have a piece of candy, or two – or what the hell – all of it. No one was up to tell him not to so he can’t get into trouble. Oh, and by the way, if the bunny is going to keep “hiding” his basket – he should pick a different spot each year. This made for a “boring” hunt.<br />What could I say? I told him I’d pass on the message.Lovihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12539627912842194372noreply@blogger.com2