Money money money!

When I was a kid the best day of the week was Friday. It was the end of a work week and every other Friday was payday for my dad. He would come home and the radio would be blastin' some oldie but goodie song. He always managed to find For the love of money by The O'Jay's on pay day. Those were the best. More times than not he and Mom had planned something a little different for that weekend, starting with ordering pizza that night. Dad would get out of his truck and dance and sing all the way into his room in the back of the house. By the time he was changed out of work clothes, my brother and I would be buzzing around excited and not knowing why. Mom would roll her eyes and throw her hands into the air knowing she had been defeated in keeping the peace.

To this day whenever I come across this song it brings a smile to my face and a stir of excitement. I am a kid again. Where pizza being ordered on Friday and Dad singing is fun. Where my brother and I are playing outside in the woods, not worrying about anything but avoiding the poison ivy and watching out for snakes(never did run across any). When things seemed so much simpler and easy. No worries, no bills, no major problems. Simple, easy living. Exploration, wonderment, fascination of life. Yes those were the days. I see the same look in my boys eyes from time to time and I love it. I just hope that it is a lasting feeling for them as it has been for me.

Too far!

I am getting so tired of things that are supposed to be for children having adult undertones. My young boys were watching t.v. the other morning as I was paying the bills. I hear this moaning going on and music. I wheel around to see what was going on and it was a commercial! The one with Kirstie Alley advertising diet food. I was so mad! My oldest asked why she was making that noise. How was supposed to answer that?? Why was a diet food commercial being played on a childrens cartoon channel? This isn't all....I am tired of seeing cartoons where the girls can't find clothes that fit! I have boys and they are being subjected to this too early....Kat complains about a certain sponge that was seen wearing his underwear....I don't like that one either because of the adult undertones....and I see her point because she has girls. I want them to be innocent as long as possible. I don't want to have to explain what they meant when they said this or that. I don't want them watching girls or boys with smart mouths. I want to be able to watch a movie or a show that is supposed to be rated for the children and not sit there and hold my breath wiating for something to happen or be blind sided by something. I want them to enjoy their childhood and I want to enjoy it that they are young and INNOCENT!

White station wagon and Whoppers!

I have given you a little story about my paternal grandparents and now I think it is time to share a memory from my maternal grandfather, Pappaw. My grandmother, Granny, died before I was ever born. She had ovarian cancer.....so ladies go get those check ups!!!

Pappaw was a wee little man. At his heaviest he might have weighed 90 pounds soaking wet. He fought in WWII and because of this he was deaf. He could hear a little...I think mainly he read lips....and he would always surprise you what he heard and did not hear. Just when you would use a quite voice he would respond....but if you wanted him to hear it he would pull the deaf card and just shake his head and say"Yeah" in a very mousy voice. Either he didn't like what you said or he really didn't hear you.

Pappaw loved to tinker with things. Most times when we would visit he would have something taken apart and strewn all over his kitchen table. We weren't allowed to move anything because he had it laid out just so so he would be able to put it back together. And he did, sometimes with an improvement!

He had the greenest of thumbs. The man could make ANYTHING grow. My mom cannot. I think he always wanted her to have this trait and finally succeeded to the fact that as green as his thumb was Mom's was that much not. And this is where my story begins....

Pappaw drove a white station wagon. That is the first vehicle I remember him having anyway. Being as he couldn't hear he would never announce when he was coming. Most times I don't think he planned it until right before he left. Many times we would come home from school and there the car would be in our driveway and a surprised look on my mom's face. These were the good visits! He always had a box of Whoppers for me and my brother to share. Sometimes he would bring Whoppers and Milk Duds, which meant I got more of the Whoppers because my brother liked the caramel better. While my brother and I were scarfing the candy Pappaw would take Mom around and show her all the things he had planted for her and what she needed to do to keep them alive. He would also tell her that he would be back in a few weeks to check on them! Poor Mom would worry and fret until he came back. When he was pleased she knew the visit next time around would be a little more pleasant because she wasn't being tested.

Sometimes we all would be outside working and would notice a new plant. Mom would then have to go in and talk to Pappaw to find out what it was, when he planted it, and what care it needed. It would be a long time before she came out of the house because as I said....he couldn't hear. Then about an hour later here would come that familiar white station wagon and Whoppers were sure to be inside! He would say "Well I couldn't understand what you were talking about and I knew these boys needed something sweet to eat."

~ just a side note: You read it correctly. I said boys. My Pappaw had 4 children. We all had nicknames. For some reason he always called me (my mother's name) boys. I am the oldest of 2. One girl and one boy. I do not know why he called my brother and I that. Mom doesn't either. He knew my name and new I was a girl but that wasn't what he referred to me as....EVER! The only rational explanation is my uncle(Mom's older brother) had 2 girls. Her sisters had some of each....so it must have made since to him for Mom to have 2 boys. Just a wee little quirk he had I suppose.

such a ham!

This is my oldest and Kat's youngest. This was taken at Chilli's. My oldest is quite the ham when the camera is involved....kinda like Mr.Bubbles!

Answers

Alright, as promised the answers. You asked them so I am gonna answer them. Please continue to ask questions I just don't want to get behind. In no particular order.....


I am nicknamed Bubbles for several different reasons. I am a morning person and am happiest in the early hours. It started when I was a freshman. There was an anti-drug campaign that I was chosen to do. I had to dress as a clown....full makeup, costume, the works. We also had to come up with a name for our character. I love to blow bubbles so it was suggested that be my name and schtick. Later that year we were on a school trip, Washington, D.C. A teacher noticed my smiles and my good mood. She commented on how bubbly I was compared to all the others who were barely moving. Someone piped up and asked" Why do you think we call her Bubbles?" It stuck after that. I thought I had finally gotten rid of it until Kat decided that I needed the name again.

I have known Kat....ummmm......a long time. We entered the same family 10 years ago. She and the now Mr. Kat moved around a lot due to his job. While Mr. Bubbles and I were still in school. I am trying to be careful as to not give away her age. You know mine! LOL! Mr. Kat and Mr. Bubbles(not the bath product) are brothers. Kat and I started our friendship about 8 years ago when I and the Mr. went for a visit. We rediscovered the friendship about 3 or 4 years ago when she and her Mr. moved back to Tennessee.

Lies make the maddest. I do not like being deceived or played. I am very intelligent.... more so than I admit to...and I usually know when something stinks in the state of Denmark. I know the truth hurts sometimes but not nearly as much as being lied to. Be straight...I am. I am also good with words and I know how to soften the blow of the truth......unless of course I am mad and it really is best if you take cover...ask Kat for verification! LOL!

I don't know if I have just one favorite color. Hence the multiple colors on my site. I guess different moods call for different colors. I have noticed I am partial to bright happy colors. Not the subdued colors. There are times I like the subdued ones....just not very often. (Is this telling you anything about my personality??)

I admire a lot of people for different reasons. I am of the belief that everyone has an admirable quality about them. I try to look for that and praise it. It is really difficult at times but I am strong willed and determined. I have been called naive before, maybe I am maybe I'm not.

My favorite thing about Mr. Bubbles is......him. We are a lot alike in some ways and polar opposites in others. He gets me....most of the time. To sound cheesy....he completes me. You have to have or have had our kind of love to understand the difficulty and complexity of the answer. I am very passionate when I think of him and try to put into words what we have and I think that it always comes out sounding mushy. I love him and am still in love with him.

Alright. Well there you have up until this point. I am going to be emailing Breazy's question to her....for my safety and my families. Keep the questions rolling in. I hope that this gives you a little insight to who I am.

The new look

I like changes. I like color. I like to be settled. HA! Well I wasn't real happy with the last template I had chosen for this site. I liked it ok but I wanted something that said "Bubbles!"... At least for the moment. Kat has been at this blogger thing longer than I and new her way around the html code so I asked for her help. Last night we sat down and at our respective computers and chatted back and forth until I approved everything she changed. Some of it is her idea some of it is my idea. All of it is my new site and we both agreed that it said"Bubbles!" Tell me what you think. I hope you all like it. I am still adding links here, so if your site isn't up yet please be patient, it will be soon.

I also am gonna copy off of a few people and have an ask and answer post. I think it is neat without having all of those silly meme's to deal with. I will keep the floor open for a bit so feel free to ask away and come back and ask some more. Please keep in mind that I chose the questions to answer....And I wanna keep it clean ok?!

Happy Valentines Day!!!!!!!!

Happy Monday

Happy Monday guys! Try to stay warm. Bbbbrrrrrrr it is cold out there!


Hello, is this the Sheriff's office?"
"Yes."
"I'm calling to report about my neighbor Virgil Smith. He is hiding
marijuana inside his firewood!"
"Thank you very much for the call, sir."
The next day, the Sheriff's Deputies descend on Virgil's house.
They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they
bust
open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana.
They sneer at Virgil and leave.
The phone rings at Virgil's house.
"Hey, Virgil! This here is Floyd. Did the Sheriff come?" "Yeah!"
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Yep."
"Happy Birthday, buddy!"
(Who says rednecks aren't real bright!)?

Purple

Your Passion is Purple!

You've got a ton of passion, but you don't always wear it on your sleeve. If something truly excites you, you let your inner intensity shine through. But otherwise, your passion tends to morph into energy ... which you never lack. You're a balanced woman, knowing when to turn on the fire in your heart.

What Color is Your Passion?

Grace won... this time!

Last night I tried to fight off a mugger and ended up breaking my toe/foot! He came out of nowhere and then attacked me. I struggled for a moment to get my bearings and then kung fu kicked him into a wall. While doing so I ended up kicking the wall as well as I was landing. I am ok except for the broken toe/foot....can't tell if it is the toe or the foot near the toes....too swollen to tell right now. The attacker was apprehended and taken into custody.


Well.... at least that is what I wished happened. I was getting my blanket and quilt, that goes on the bed, out of the dryer. I love clean blankets and if they are warm it makes them all that much better. Anyway, I turned around and was walking back into the main part of the house and I tripped over something and ended up catching my fall with my right foot on our hand truck! I screamed and my husband came running. It is really swollen and hard to get around. You see the washer and dryer are down stairs in the garage part of the basement. Yes that's right folks....I have two levels to maneuver. I also have two young, very active boys to chase and keep up with. I am looking for crutches to use until the swelling goes down. So my above story is what I wished happened instead of this lame story of fighting with Grace and she won......THIS TIME!

Say Cheese!

This picture was taken at Mr. Kat's goodbye dinner a couple of weeks back. Pictures from left to right are me, Kat, and her sister "Sassy". Look at all those teeth! 

My first hero

This was and still is my original favorite woman who kicked butt. There are many that have followed in her foot steps but none of them can change hair, clothes, and makeup all while spinning around that causes a light burst and electric chimes to sound! Yes it is my opinion that Linda Carter captured the original essence of a woman super hero. I would like to hear your thoughts on the subject and while your at it tell me who your first favorite super hero was, male or female.

Happy Monday!

Good morning to you all! Continuing on with my theme for Monday's I hope that this doesn't disappoint. Have a great week!


Promising Management Trainee

An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand pulling a male buffalo with the other and says to the waiter, "Want coffee."The waiter says, "Sure chief, coming right up." He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee. After drinking the coffee down in one gulp, the Indian turns and blasts the buffalo with the shotgun, then just walks out.The next morning the man returns. He has his shotgun in one hand pulling another male buffalo with the other.He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter, "Want coffee."The waiter says, "Whoa, Buddy! We're still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What the heck was all that about, anyway?"The Indian smiles and proudly says, "Training for upper management position. Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day.

What does it mean?

My friend, Kat, and I have been playing a lot of word games with each other lately. The question always comes up "What does that mean?". So I have decided to start writing down these words and looking up the meaning. Since I am at a loss of something to post today I thought that I would enlighten you with the meanings of some of these sed words. I got the definitions here.


neap
\Neap\, n. [Cf. Neb, Nape.] The tongue or pole of a cart or other vehicle drawn by two animals. [U.S.]
Source: Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.
neap
\Neap\, a. [As. n[=e]pfl[=o]d neap flood; cf. hnipian to bend, incline.] Low.Neap tides, the lowest tides of the lunar month, which occur in the second and fourth quarters of the moon; -- opposed to spring tides.


pae·an also pe·an ( P ) Pronunciation Key (pn)n.
A song of joyful praise or exultation.
A fervent expression of joy or praise: “The art... was a paean to paganism” (Will Durant).
An ancient Greek hymn of thanksgiving or invocation, especially to Apollo.
[Latin paen, hymn of thanksgiving, often addressed to Apollo, from Greek pain, from Pai, a title of Apollo.]


sa·ri also sa·ree ( P ) Pronunciation Key (sär)n. pl. sa·ris, also sa·rees
An outer garment worn chiefly by women of India and Pakistan, consisting of a length of lightweight cloth with one end wrapped about the waist to form a skirt and the other draped over the shoulder or covering the head.


I won't overload your brains today with anymore new words. Lets try to use the word in a sentence today! Happy February 1st!