My first tag!!

Trucker was the first person ever to tag me. I was so excited to see my name. Silly I know but I really was. Congratulations Trucker you were my first ;) ! So here it is, I hope you enjoy!



Accent-light East Tennessee with a hint of the mid-north. I pick up others accents easily so I am in disguise easily if I wanna be. LOL!

Booze of choice- most anything fruity and wine is white zinfinadle
Chore I hate- folding /matching socks

Dog or Cat-hmmm I would say dog(althoguh we don't have one at the time) unless it is Kat's Mr. Whiskers cat...he leaves me alone ;)

Essential Electronics-Computer,cell phone,t.v. I am sure there is more in this day and age but these came to mind first

Favorite perfume/cologne- Pleasures for women... men ummm Polo Sport is good

Gold or Silver-Gold

Hometown-Athens, TN

Insomnia-haha no....maybe when the boys were newborns but not now

Job Title- Stay at home mother(SAHM)

Kids- 2 boys

Living Arrangment-Homeowner

Most Admired Trait-honesty, happy, positive(most of the time..everyone has their moments)

Number of Sexual Partners-1 my husband

Overnight Hospital Stays-4

Phobia-Tornados and elevators(too many bad dreams about both)

Quote-I have so many!!!

Religion-Baptist

Siblings-1 brother

Time I wake up-usually 7:30 when my oldest starts making noise.

Unusual talent/skill-I have talents but I don't think any of them are unusual

Vegetable I refuse to eat-BRussel sprouts...they look like the pods on the Grimlins movies...I might try them...some day in the very distant future lol!

Worst Habbit-I have a tendency to finish other peoples sentences...I try not to but it happens and I don't realize it until they say something

X-rays- mouth, arm, knee, (do ultrasounds count?)

Yummy foods I make-All my foods are yummy because I am an excellent cook even if I do say so myself. I cook all the time.

Zodiac sign- Capricorn


OK so now I am supposed to tag some people... if you don't wanna that's ok too, but as I said this is my first tag and I wanna do it right!


Top Cat Supposedly this is good therapy...

Breazy A Mom's life and other Mundanities


That should do it. I will be looking for your posts! Have a great Tuesday!

Happy Monday!

For this Happy Monday treat you get a few one liners and an animail joke at the end.


Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before.


I got a new shadow. I had to get rid of the other one . . . It wasn't doing what I was doing.

I put tape on the mirrors in my house so I don't accidentally walk through into another dimension.


A man walks into a bar one day and asks, "Does anyone here own that rottweiler outside?""Yeah, I do!" a biker says, standing up. "What about it?""Well, I think my chihuahua just killed him...""What are you talkin' about?!" the biker says, disbelievingly. "How could your little runt kill my rottweiler?""Well, it seems he got stuck in your dog's throat!"

Sorry all....

I know I told you I was going to post my HNT early but blogger is being special right now and I don't have the patience to deal with it. I will post my pics in the morning....maybe when there is less traffic on Blogger. Please forgive me....and please please please please....if you came to see my HNT please return!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

March 22, 1931. This man is 75 years old! I love him really. I am not a huge Star Trekk fan, a little before my time, but he is fantastically awesome in the show Boston Legal that airs on ABC Tuesday nights at 10. I have heard multiple interviews of him and he is the same with every one. This morning he was on Mancow....not a show I can listen to often because of it's adult content, and he was being interviewed. He said he is hosting a rodeo in April for sick kids and is racing in the Grand Prix! I kid you not....this man is racing in the Grand Prix and loves it. He said he has "crashed and burned multiple times and it is hysterical fun." So if you are bored today and want something to look up on the internet please check out the multiple sites of William Shatner.

As a side note I will be posting my HNT early tonight because we are going to the circus! Happy Wednesday!

oil change and a chart

Last week I went to get the oil changed in the SUV. I hate this little chore because of the way I am treated when I go. Here is a prime example of what I am talking about.

I walk into the shop and naturally there are only men. This doesn't really bother me. The boys were at home with Mr. Bubbles, so it was just me. I give the instuctions on what I want done and have a seat. There are 3 other men waiting on their respective vehicles. A few moments later a guy comes in with a piece of paper in his hand. He sits down beside me and shows me the paper. It is a Mickey Mouse version of an suv/car/truck. He proceeds to tell what all "needs to be done to get my suv in proper working order". GRRRR! Of course if I did all he wanted I would have left there about $200-$300 poorer. When he was finished I told him what to do(again) and wait. A few moments later he comes back with my air filter and tries to scare me into buying another one....I had just had it replaced the last oil change. It didn't need it.I have swept up more dirt out of my kitchen floor than what was on that filter. Again I send him away. One last time he makes a plea to buy something else and one last time I sent him away. Meanwhile the other 3 gentlemen that were in the waiting room with me were called up and told their total and what all the did and paid and left. No Mickey Mouse chart, no multiple trips, no air filters, nothing! That my friends makes me soooooooooo very mad. I like the doors being opened for me, I like my groceries being taken to the car, I like being talked to by men(even if it is a little flirty). I HATE being talked to like a moron by someone who changes oil for a living! Please do not misunderstand me. It is an honorable profession because I do not know exaclty how to change oil....but please don't degrade me and my intelligence by assuming I know nothing! It only makes YOU look stupid!

Ok I feel better now! I know this has happened to some of you out there so let me here it. Men I am sure you have your own little stories as well. Please tell me so I don't feel as bad.

Wee bit o Ireland!

This is the Blarney Castle in Cork, Ireland. Blarney Castle is one of Ireland's oldest and most historic castles, an ancient stronghold of the McCarthy's, Lords of Muskerry, and one of the strongest fortresses in Munster.
Blarney Castle is famous for its stone - The Stone of Eloquence - which is traditionally believed to have the power to bestow the gift of eloquence on all those who kiss it.

For Thanksgiving this year I hosted an Irish lass. I was so excited. She was a friend of my brother's and she didn't have anywhere to go during the break. My brother offered up my hospitality, God love him. I don't mind hosting things but we had just moved into our home a week earlier and it was my first attempt to cooking it all. I am a good cook, even if I do say so myself, but was nervous at the enormity of it all. The lass was impressed, as was the rest of my family. I loved listening to her talk. It was so neat. I have a quick ear and It was easy for me to tell what she was saying....her accent was thick. My mom and Dad and yes even brother(at times) was having difficulty understanding her. However I do believe my oldest son, whose name happens to be of Irish descent, also has a quick ear and also had no trouble picking up on her words. This is a picture of them....I think he had a wee crush on the lass! And yes before you ask...they do say wee....often! LOL! The other person in the picture is my brother. * a little side note...that empty corner back behind them is where my computer is now located. The basket of clothes are no longer there....remember I had JUST moved into my new home. This is located in our basement den....no the rest of the house does not have paneling.

I hope you all have good luck today and remember if you actually catch a leprechaun your good luck is supposed to last a whole year....I think.

Here is a joke that my husband brought home a while back and he thinks is so funny. TopCat also posted it on his site but I heard it first...LOL What is Irish and stays out all night? Patty O'Furniture! (bahdumbump*drums)

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Gymnastics and onion rings

This memory moment is brought to you by Sonic and my mother.

When I was a middle schooler I took gymnastics. I loved it. I was good at it too. The flexibility and bouncing and jumping around was a lot of fun. I miss it. As I Freshman I tore my ACL and was never able to get back to where I was. The time and energy put into the rehab took away any time I had for extra curricular. By the time I was released physically I was scared to try again. Now I wish I had pushed myself and done it anyway....but oh the pain!

Ummm....OH! Yes, ok so I had to take the lessons in a nearby town because there wasn't anyone in my town that gave lessons that weren't booked. I believe, if memory serves me well, I went twice a week. The town was about 25-30 minutes away although with Mom driving it took a little longer. Those were the nights that Mom and I would bond. Now for a pre-teen girl this was a feat in and of itself. Bring on the back handsprings and aerials...but talk to Mom...ACK!!!!

Once a week we would eat out, just me and her(I know that isn't proper English). Sometimes we would leave early and eat light and then get a treat after practice. Sometimes we would go in somewhere and eat. But I think my favorite times were when we would stop at the Sonic and get a burger and share onion rings. I am not an onion eater because they give me headaches...even if they are cooked, always have. But I didn't care...I would break out the ibuprofen after the Sonic nights. I love the onion rings there. I don't really know why. We would sit in the car and talk about school, boys, friends, her memories, grandparents, just stuff.

What brought on this memory bubble? Mr. Bubbles called me yesterday at lunch and asked what I would like to have brought home to me from Sonic. A cheeseburger and onion rings! It always surprises him when I get onion rings because he knows about the headaches, but he has quit questioning it. They were so good too. Mmmmmm! Can you smell them?

Happy Monday!

I thought that this was too funny not to post. What is the sweater for anyway? He has more hair on his chest than he does his face. His face looks to be about 18 while his hairy chest screams otherwise! What do you think? Have a great week!

My work

Here is my work everyday. I am a stay-at-home mom, a job that cannot be taken lightly. With all of the noise, and smelly diapers, tears, and fights there is stillness, laughter, smiles, and cooperation. These two guys fill up my days and nights and I wouldn't trade a second of it for any high paying job in the world. My oldest loves Mr. Bubbles but will come to my defense when need be. The youngest is a momma's boy and I love it. The oldest just learned to spell his name!! A feat he is quite proud of since he is only 3 and a half. The youngest is mastering animal noises. Don't be decieved by their size. Mr. Bubbles is 6 foot 4 inches. I was blessed to have normal birth weights...it was after the birth their heights rocketed. Sometimes I get strange looks from passers by when the boys are acting their age! I just smile and think..."You have NO idea!"  

10 years and still strong

Today marks the 10 year annivesary of my first date with Mr. Bubbles. I told you all that already though. Ok let me see where did I leave you yesterday? Ahh yes the dinner and movie. The movie by the way is excellent and I would recommend it to anyone....not just for sentimental reasons either. To remind you it was Mr. Holland's Opus.

As great as my new found boyfriend was tragedy struck my family. My Grandma, my best friend in the whole world, died in June of that year. I was devastated. Mr. Bubbles was there through it all. The tears, the sadness, the anger, the depression. He was there. I was lucky though, before she was unable to talk or even recognize who we all were, she and I had a good heart to heart, our last most likely. Unfortunately I do not remember everything that was said but the one thing that stuck with me was important to my story. She took me by the hands and said " This boy you have here, do you really like him?" "Yes I think so, but it has only been a month or so Grandma." "Well I think he's a keeper. You seem very happy. Think about it long and hard for me ok?" "OK. " "Yes I think he's a keeper and compliments you rather well."

She must have seen it there in here last few months of life that I would have come to see in years to come. Shortly after her funeral Mom and Dad took my brother and I on a three week vacation out west. It was nice to get away but I missed Mr. Bubbles so very much. I just knew that when I got back he would have found someone else. He didn't though. He waited. I was so happy when I got back and got to see him again. We have been virtually inseparable ever since.

A little more of the story for all of you out there. A little more insight to my love story. Grandma was right. He was a keeper!

WHOA....really?

I am going to be writing about my husband today and tomorrow. Good, mushy stuff. SO if you aren't in the mood and don't want to read this please move on now. I don't want you raining on me.






Still thinking about it? I'll give you another moment.













Ok the next line you see will be the start of it. So you can't say you haven't been warned.













On March 8, 1996 my husband and had our first date. It was a date that turns out has lived in infamy, for us anyway. We met in our choir in highschool. It was the end of his senior year and the end of my sophomore year. We are only a year apart in age but the way our birthdays fell it put us two years apart in school. And as I have been told my whole life I am wise beyond my years and I don't act my age....or so they say. I still remember watching him sing. He was a lanky 6 foot 4 inch drink of water. It all started on a choral competition where his best friend, at the time, wanted to date me. I was not really convinced, I had my sights set higher(7 inches to be exact) so I thought I would ask the now Mr. Bubbles what he thought. The answer he gave changed my history forever. He didn't boost his friend into something he was not, or try and convince me to go out with him or his then best friend. He answered honestly. I knew the answer was genuine. I could by his eyes. Those deep chocolate brown eyes. I had only seen eyes that honest from people in my family. Everyone else, specifically boys that were interested in me, seemed to have a hidden agenda in their eyes. Not his. He didn't seem to have anything to hide. Fast forward a few weeks and it was March 8, 1996. We went on a double date. We dined at Fazoli's and took in a show, Mr. Hollands Opus. I felt for the first time I could be myself. I had dated some and had boyfriends along the way and no one made me feel that way.

So that is the very beginning of my love story. I will post tomorrow another snippet to give you some more insight to this journey. It has been a wonderful ride thus far. I can't believe that it will be 10 years tomorrow that we dined and took in a show. "Whoa....really?" is the reaction I get when I mention it to people who knew us then and know us now. Appropriate I think.

bring it on!

That's right....I said bring it on. Bring on the spring. I am ready for warmer weather and cooler clothes. My heavy sweaters are tired and ready to be stored away for a nice rest. I love the flowers....the color they add to the new greenery. I am tired of looking at the browns and greys of winter. I love color....obviously....take a look at my site. If it isn't going to give us a fantastic, break out the sleds and hot chocolate, snow then bring on spring time! I can handle it. How about you? The birds are starting to chirp and every so often you see little buds popping up from the ground and off of the trees. The jonicles are in bloom....it's here, almost. Winter is trying to hang in there like a hair in a biscuit. I am ready for the full fledged bloom of spring, pollen and all.