Amber's Creations

out of it

2007-02-20T12:10:00.000-05:00

I have really been out of the blog loop as of late. I don't check up like I used to and you all can see I haven't posted in almost two months. I don't have the time anymore. I have not one new job but 2 new jobs. One is great and a walk in the park...the other is a beast. It wouldn't be a beast if the boss knew what she were doing. But she doesn't...and I do...and it makes it really hard to be nice when I KNOW she is doing it all wrong. I have talked about this at length with Kat..... urgh!<--- that's my new word, works better than ugh.....shows more frustration I think....say it, you'll see what I mean. So back to the frustration... if I could just find a way to get rid of her and take her place. She probably has a blog and is reading this thinking....hey wait a minute...I know her.... again I say URGH!

Mr. Bubbles decided to remodel a bit. Great in the end right now it is a huge mess, as any construction or reconstruction. I hate messes. I actually get a little nervous if I have to be in a mess for too long. I clean. It makes me happy. I have been told I am a bit like Monica on Friends. I don't vaccuum the vacuum cleaner...everytime. So to sum up this bit of rambling.....I haven't been able to clean and I have a lot of energy that is doing nothing but making me nervous and tired.

I think the cold weather is gone, for now. Who knows really if or when it will return. We didn't get any snow to make the cold fun, it was just cold, really cold. We were supposed to get snow...then it either went south and blasted Atlanta or stayed north of us into Kentucky and Virginia. We got a teeny amount this past sunday....enough to let the kids sled down our hill. Mr. Bubbles and I did too! We actually laid out of Sunday School to do so. I was good and went to church after the sledding. I was glad I did that for hte kids because when I returned from church the snow was gone. Let them be kids right?Like I said....who knows if or when we will get snow.

Think I will go and try to catch up on all that I have missed the past couple of months....or maybe I will just start now and pretend I am new to blogger. Either way I will see you soon.

the answer is....

2006-12-30T16:32:00.000-05:00

27! Man 30 is approaching quickly! The worst part is I remember my parents turning 30. There are those around me that will get there before me and others that are already past the 30 mark but it is still new to me. I am on the downhill slide now and the bottom is getting closer. ACK!

On a happier note I had a great couple of days. I have been taken out by my job, my brother treated me to lunch on the day, and my parents came up and took me and the bubble clan out to dinner last night. Mom made my favorite cake and left it here for me to savor! Gifts were given to me and hugs exchanged.

I hope you all have a fantastic New Years Eve and an even better New year!

Happy Birthday....

2006-12-28T11:27:00.000-05:00

...to me! That's right I am another year older today. I am choosing not to tell you, however guesses are fun and welcome. Kat, you already know so I am excluding you from this little game....for now. Let the games begin!

not my fault!

2006-11-29T15:11:00.000-05:00

Before I let you view the quiz thingy I did today, I feel I must say it is not my fault that the fall background is still up. It is ALL KAT'S! Yep that's right her fault. LOL! I sent her a pic but need to send her a better link to the pic befor she can do her magic but it is her fault....partly ;)! Ok now on with the fun!

You Are Rudolph

Sweet and shy, you tend to be happiest when you're making someone else happy.

Why You're Naughty: You sometimes stick that nose where it doesn't belong

Why You're Nice: Christmas would be a sad affair without you!

Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?

ok that's enough...

2006-11-16T17:05:00.000-05:00

... for now. I think I have killed enough time on the computer and posted plenty of silly non-sensical quizzes. I love those stupid things, I don't know why either. I hope all is well and please feel free to take the quizzes and let me know how you did.

HAHA!

2006-11-16T17:02:00.000-05:00

Your Personality Is

Guardian (SJ)

You are sensible, down to earth, and goal oriented.
Bottom line, you are good at playing by the rules.

You tend to be dominant - and you are a natural leader.
You are interested in rules and order. Morals are important to you.

A hard worker, you give your all at whatever you do.
You're very serious, and people often tell you to lighten up.

In love, you tend to take things carefully and slowly.

At work, you are suited to almost any career - but you excel in leadership positions.

With others, you tend to be polite and formal.

As far as looks go, you are traditionally attractive. You take good care of yourself.

On weekends, you tend to like to do organized activities. In fact, you often organize them!

The Three Question Personality Test

I'd like to think so....

2006-11-16T16:50:00.000-05:00

You Are An Apple Tree

You are quiet and shy at times, but you have lots of charm and appeal.
You are quite attractive: your pleasant attitude, flirtatious smile, and adventurous spirit draw people in.
Sensitive and loyal in love, you want to love and be loved.
You are a faithful and tender partner - who is generous in sharing your many talents.
You love children, and you need an affectionate partner.

What's Your Celtic Horoscope?

Interesting.....

2006-11-16T16:48:00.000-05:00

What Your Bathroom Habits Say About You

You are a very considerate person, but that doesn't mean you let people walk all over you.

Your look is put together, classic, and stylish. You always look fashionable without trying.

You are a very outgoing person. You are true to yourself, and you never hold back.

In relationships, you are practical and realistic. You have a romantic side, but you only let it out when it's appropriate.

What Do Your Bathroom Habits Say About You?

I knew the answer before I took the test!

2006-11-16T16:46:00.000-05:00

You Are a Chocolate Chip Cookie

Traditional and conservative, most people find you comforting.
You're friendly and easy to get to know. This makes you very popular - without even trying!

What Kind of Cookie Are You?

Taken from Kat taken from Xmichra...

2006-11-16T16:25:00.000-05:00

I couldn't help myself. I maybe posting a few more of these today. Hope all is well!

You are The Sun

Happiness, Content, Joy.

The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.

Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.

The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you your day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

REALLY??!!

2006-11-07T09:55:00.000-05:00

Has it really been that long since I posted?! What have I been doing? Who have I been talking to? I don't know, not Kat....I know this because she has been whining to me about it...LOL! Can't say that I blame her. We both went from the ones who stay at home to the ones who barely remember what home looks like. I am not complaining. I like being back out in the world where I am a person with a face. To answer some questions it has been work, work, and a little more volunteer work. I mentioned it last post that something was happening at work and I was smack in the middle of it but didn't know how just yet. Remember? Well I think I am getting an idea but I am not ready to share just yet....don't want to jinx it or have to eat my words later, so stay tuned.

We traded the Explorer that was giving us trouble even after I got it back. We got a completely loaded Chevy Trailblazer. Leather, sunroof, power everything, 6 disc BOSE CD player, tinted windows, 3rd row seating....you get the idea. I LOVE IT! I don't care if it were a Ford, Chevy, Dodge, Audi, Honda, Kia....I am not brand loyal...I just want it to run, be dependable, and have a few bells and whistles.

Ok enough about my little mundane life. I want to open up a discussion about two things that are out now. I think I can honestly say I am disgusted by these and I am not going to support them. #1--- the movie Flushed Away. NO WAY! I will not be taking my boys to see a movie about the toilet and where things go when flushed and all of the insinuendos that I am sure are prevalent in this nasty idea of cinematography. #2--- Baby Alive. What in the world? The baby tells you it made a stinky after you feed it. And then you change the diaper and it is dirty! I love babies but the thought of giving my nieces or my baby girl that doesn't exist yet a doll the eats and poops is just wrong. They had a class in highschool that had dolls that cried and you had to figure out what was wrong(if anything) with the "baby". It was to help prevent teen pregnancy. I think it worked on some....they didn't like having to get up all hours of the night to turn a key and press codes to get the thing to quit crying. If only real babies had codes! LOL! I didn't take the class...I was on a different path. And now they have created a toy that does the same thing? Why? Is there really a market out there for this?

Alright....enough of that. I hope all is well out there in blogland and I am doing my best to come and "see" you all as soon as I can! Hugs!

Well well well

2006-10-19T10:11:00.000-05:00

Yes I have been that busy. Too bust to breathe almost. I love my jobs. The only challenge for me at the moment is to survive the constant drama that the boss creates. I have two jobs. One is a teacher, and that is the job that the boss is a drama creator, and the second job is keeping the nursery a couple of nights a week. Something is in the works for me. I feel it.....but no one will let me in on it. Do I make any sense? The drama boss is not a real popular lady and I believe has pissed off too many of the wrong people....and I could be mistaken but this is where I enter the scene....only I don't know how yet. URGH!!!!!!!!

Finally got my SUV back....still isn't right....gonna have to trade it. *heavy sigh* I love that SUV, I really do. Don't know what I am gonna end up with or when for that matter just soon.

I was bending Kat's ear the other day....don't get to do that much anymore. And I came to a universal question that she didn't have the answer for...well not one that I choose to accept....and I still want to know. See if you can help me out on this one. Why is men respect the sanctity of other men's homes when it comes to the recliner and the remote control but cannot seem to grasp the concept of respecting the household work of the wife? Here is an example, yes I am speaking from personal experience. Mr. Bubbles will not sit in or touch my fathers remote or recliner when we are visiting them...nor will my father when they are here but neither of them care to put away the clothes that have been picked up out of the floor, washed, dried, folded/hung up, and brought to the respective rooms. Neither will try to pick up after the mini bubbles and when asked to keep them out of the kitchen so I or my mother can cook their solution is to try to make them sit in the holy recliner with them. HELLO! They are 4 and 2....it doesn't work naturally and they end up under my feet anyway. One more little twist to my theory....a friend of ours came over to the house the other night. After dinner Mr. Bubbles was putting the mini bubbles to bed. The friend and I retired to the basement to watch t.v. He took the remote. Then as soon as he heard Mr. Bubbles coming down the stairs he blankly held up the remote and Mr. Bubbles blankly took it from him. I was stunned on so many levels that I am not even going to list them. So what is it? I must be missing something. I know that this does not hold true in every household....like Kat's for instance because, well, ummm, the man is pratically non existent in her house.

I am going to try to do better at posting. Thanks for checking in on me!

Quizzy poo....

2006-10-03T09:01:00.000-05:00

You Should Rule Mercury

Close to sun, Mercury has very long days - and is rarely visible to the rest of the solar system.

You are perfect to rule Mercury, because you live for the present - and can truly enjoy a day that goes on forever.
Like Mercury, you are quick and elusive. Your wit is outstanding, and you can win any verbal sparring match.

Some people see you as superficial, but in truth, you just play many roles and have many interests.
A great manipulator, you usually get what you want from people. And they're happy to give it to you.

What Planet Should You Rule?

Movies and chaos!

2006-09-27T14:15:00.000-05:00

Mr. Bubbles and I decided to take the mini bubbles out to the movies to see the movie Cars. Yes, yes I know that the movie has been out a while but it is now on at the dollar theater here in town and is more in our budget. Moving on. As usual we made a big deal out of how this was something special and a treat for all of us. The youngest mini bubble was particularly excited about this movie. He LOVES motor vehicles. The oldest was excited for different reasons, it has been a while since we've been to the theater.

moving on. We take the boys to an early lunch after the oldest soccer game. Lunch over we head on over to the theater, get the tickets, and wait our turn in line for the popcorn. As we are waiting for the guy to take tickets he comes around the corner on his cell phone. Doesn't acknowledge anyone in line and keeps talking. A small little body in front of us tugs on his pant leg and hands him her ticket. He takes and just points to the door. WHAT IN THE WORLD?!!! Get OFF the phone! How rude! OK OK OK calm down now and just enjoy the movie.

We approach the designated room and people are standing in the back. NO room. Sold out and sold too many tickets! We weren't late and actually early. What happens now? Off we go to find the moron on the phone....did I just call him a moron? He looks at all of us and says " Uhhhhhhh I dunno just go find another movie to watch". URGH! Well we didn't buy tickets to see another movie we bought Cars tickets and besides the other movies have already started like 20 minutes ago.

Mr. Bubbles and I explain it to the boys that the theater messed up and we are going to watch the rest of Over the Hedge and then come back to see Cars. The oldest bubble, ever so astute, asks...."well we aren't going to have to pay again are we?" HA! "No son we aren't. They are letting us watch 2 movies for the price of one."

After most of the day spent in a dark movie theater we finally got to see the movie that was intended. The boys loved it...although the youngest didn't make it all the way through it....he napped towards the end.

An update....I still don't have my SUV...that's right folks....I have been without for a little over a month now. How am I doing it? How AM I doing it? A day at a time I suppose. What else can I do?

YIPEEEE!!

2006-09-22T09:05:00.000-05:00

Well the tides have changed for me. I now have 2 jobs. Both are part time at the church that we are members of. I can take the kids if I need to free of charge and I am still making a little money! I am really excited. This little bit of extra income is really going to be helping us out. I also am not losing any family time with the jobs. This was very important to me. I have been praying for help for a long time and I feel as though my prayers have been answered! I will be here still just kinda sketchy as to when....nothing new to you guys though right? ;) Have a fantastic weekend everyone!

i love 4leaf clovers!

2006-09-21T08:49:00.000-05:00

Your Luck Quotient: 70%

You have a high luck quotient.
More often than not, you've felt very lucky in your life.
You may be randomly lucky, but it's probably more than that.
Optimistic and open minded, you take advantage of all the luck that comes your way.

How Lucky Are You?

Funny considering my situation of my life right now. See 3 posts down for more info. I think I used to be like this...maybe I still am and am looking for 4 leafs in a thistle patch. Yeah that's it!

C'est moi?

2006-09-20T08:15:00.000-05:00

You Are Miss Piggy

A total princess and diva, you're totally in charge - even if people don't know it.
You want to be loved, adored, and worshiped. And you won't settle for anything less.
You're going to be a total star, and you won't let any of the "little people" get in your way.
Just remember, piggy, never eat more than you can lift!

The Muppet Personality Test

Have I mentioned how much I love this Pig??

tap tap is this thing on?

2006-09-19T08:41:00.000-05:00

I am begining to be concerned that I am talking to no one out there in blog land. I am talking and talking and not getting very many responses. Where is everybody? I do appreciate those of you that are taking the moment to leave a "hey! how are you?". Are my posts too long to read all of it and you aren't getting to the end to comment? Are you asleep by the time you get to the end and just bumble off to bed? Are you looking and seeing that I am long winded and choose to skip over me? Help me out here please. I don't want my few faithful readers to be bored. That is not my goal or intention. I hope all is well and hope to see you here and there soon.

Hello Hello

2006-09-18T08:48:00.000-05:00

I know you all came to see Happy Monday....and that is at the end of the post. I wanted to give an update on my life. Been awhile don't you think? And since I am such an interesting specimen of a human being you all have been deprived.

August 24 was Mr. Bubbles birthday. I may have mentioned that but I am pretty sure I haven't mentioned that was also the day my transmission on my SUV decided to quit working. Oh yes! It was great fun. I was making a dreaded Walmart run to pick up a few things for the Bubbles' family to celebrate the birthday and then BLAMMO! Stopped changing gears. No warning, no missing gears, no difficulty changing gears, no warning light, just stopped changing gears as I am driving down a major 4 lane road to Walmart. Did I mention BOTH mini bubbles were buckled up in the back? Did I mention that it was a MAJOR road at a BUSY time of day(start of rush hour)? Did I mention how fun it was? Well the last part wasn't so much. I slammed on my emergency lights and coasted into a gas station after changing lanes. It was kinda neat to see everyone behind me swerve to the opposite lane to get around me and then swerve to the original lane when they saw I was trying to get off the road and warning them by my blinker. Did anyone stop to help? NO! Once I was parked safely in the lot I got out and popped the hood....pretending I knew what I was looking for. I know an elementary way around the engine. I don't know why I know this....It just kinda comes easy for me. I do not know, however, where to look for the gear changer...other than I know you have to pull out the engine to do so. There was a man to come up and ask if I need help. To save him embarrassment I feigned ignorance and let him look and tell me his opinion. I knew what was wrong but maybe I missed something. No help there....after I called Mr. Bubbles to tell him the great news, he came and got us and I have been with out a mode of transportation ever since. HOPEFULLY we get it back tonight, but I am not holding my breath. They have told me 3 different dates that I would get it. The transmission is rebuilt and back in but when the guy test drove it something was wrong with the bans....or bands...or something like that. I don't know what those are or why the are important but I trust this man....he is retired from the dealership that makes my SUV. I am not posting what it is because I don't' like to hear car jokes....one brand is no better than the other to me and "That's all I have to say about that" to quote Forrest Gump.

I am going to do 2 separate posts on 2 Saturdays back. They were big events. The first was my oldest mini bubble's 1st soccer game! It was fun to watch. The second post is going to be about my second mini bubbles' 2nd birthday party! More fun. Yes there are going to be pics on both. One other post that is bumping around in my head is of this past weekend. What fun!

Okay without further ado, here is Happy Monday! Have a great rest of the week and live each day to the fullest!

One day Mickey Mouse woke up and Minnie wasn't there. He went to look for her and, as he stepped outside, he saw ÂMickey sucksÂ written in a yellow liquid in the snow. He investigated and realized there was good news and bad news: it was Goofy's urine, but Minnie's handwriting.

Happy Monday....delayed

2006-09-12T09:01:00.000-05:00

Happy Monday, well Tuesday. I hope you survived the start of another work week and the anniversary of 9-11. As promised to you yesterday here is the next Happy Monday installment.

Abe and Esther are flying to Australia for a two-week vacation to celebrate their 40th anniversary. Suddenly, over the public address system, the Captain announces, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am afraid I have some very bad news. Our engines have ceased functioning and we will attempt an emergency landing. Luckily, I see an uncharted island below us and we should be able to land on the beach. However, the odds are that we may never be rescued and will have to live on the island for the rest of our lives!" Thanks to the skill of the flight crew, the plane lands safely on the island. An hour later Abe turns to his wife and asks, "Esther, did we pay our $5,000 PBS pledge check yet?" "No, sweetheart," she responds. Abe, still shaken from the crash landing, then asks, "Esther, did we pay our American Express card yet?" "Oh, no! I'm sorry. I forgot to send the check," she says. "One last thing, Esther. Did you remember to send checks for the Visa and MasterCard this month?" he asks. "Oy, forgive me, Abie," begged Esther. "I didn't send that one, either." Abe grabs her and gives her the biggest kiss in 40 years. Esther pulls away and asks him, "What was that for?" Abe answers, "They'll never find us!"

Sept. 11

2006-09-11T08:47:00.000-05:00

I will continue the Happy Monday theme tomorrow. I wanted to share with you my 9-11 story. I did not lose anyone in the attack. I did however lose the secure feeling. I have never felt so insecure in all of my life. I am not sure that I ever regained the safe feeling that the nation once had. Maybe we, as a nation, were never as safe as we thought we were. Maybe we are safer than we think now. I don't know and it angers me that I don't. Angers me not at our political leaders, but at those that felt it necessary to attack. I am not a believer that the public needs to know everything that goes on in the government. There are too many ignorant people out there for that to be a good plan, however I am glad that there are men and women that don't know everything and still sign up to fight for this countries freedom. A word that I am not sure I ever appreciated to the extent that I do now, post 9-11.

I never actually thought that I would exist during a history changing event. Sure things happen all the time that change history but something of this magnitude was never in my thought. Post 9-11..... I can actually talk to my kids about what it was like PRE 9-11. I don't feel old enough to have a story like that.

If you would prefer to skip this part I guess I will never know. I still feel the need to tell my part. So, here is my story...

I had class that morning. I got up a little earlier than normal due to morning sickness, that's tight I was pregnant with mini bubble #1. That was a good morning. The sun was shining, the air was beginning to become fall like, and there was minimal sickness. I arrived to class early only to find a note that the class was canceled for the day due to teacher family crisis. Well....That would have been nice to know an hour ago so I wouldn't have had to get out of bed that early. I guess I will go to the grocery store now and get it over with. I trek back to my car and turn it on. The radio announcer mentioned between songs that some reports had come in about a plane hitting one of the World Trade center towers a few moments ago but no further information was available. Man, those buildings can't catch a break. I get the few items I needed at the store: milk, bread, Coke, cereal, cheese, deli meat, and chips. That was fast. Nice getting here before the other moms and after the old people. I reach the cash register and the lady is talking about how she heard that there was a second plane that hit the other tower. An older gentleman said he thought he heard the same thing but was hoping he had misunderstood. Something's not right. Two planes, two towers, too soon. Go home Bubbles, NOW! I race home calling Mr. Bubbles the whole time. We didn't live too far from the airport and heard planes go over head all the time. Wake up! Wake up! Answer the phone. I was almost home and both reports had been confirmed. Controlled chaos was being broadcast on every station. I got home about the time Mr. Bubbles answered the phone. " We are under attack! Get up and turn the t.v. on. Call the neighbor and see if need be we can go with them. WAKE UP! Are you listening to me???! Two planes have hit the Trade Center towers in New York and an unconfirmed report just went out about one in D.C." I then burst through the door to see Mr. Bubbles standing there with sleep and confusion all over his face. I grab the remote from him and and turn on the t.v. there it was in all the madness. The flames, the replay,the announcers getting the nation up to date, the panic. All of it, every station. It seemed like an Orson Wells story. Mr. Bubbles hops in the shower to get ready for his class..... clear across town...near, too near a nuclear power plant, Oak Ridge. I beg him to stay with me and not go to class, but he had to. By the time he was ready and fixing to leave plans had been made for me to go with the neighbor and his wife to the military base and shelter for protection, and Mr. Bubbles would join us there, if.... That one little word seemed to carry the weight of the world. Then they fell. We watched in disbelief. (By the way, the neighbor was in the Army.) I spent the next hours alone in our little starter home alone with my thoughts and the telephone. Calling my parents and brother. Inlaws...need to call them and assure them we are ok...for now and have safety plans if... That word there it was again. I was going to tell my co workers about the pregnancy today. Should I still? Should I wait? It is a positive to the day. So much negative has happened maybe it will help. What have I done? I am bringing an innocent child into this, this, this what? What if... That word was starting to grind on my already raw nerves.

The only other thing I care to add to my 9-11 story is the following: I ran an after school daycare. The children knew something was wrong but didn't know what. There were a few older kids that heard. I had instructed the counselors to keep the age groups separate and keep it as normal as possible. No talk of the horrible events of the day amongst themselves because kids have an uncanny way of hearing things they shouldn't. It was not up to us to explain what transpired. Leave it to the parents. The counselors of the older group were instructed to listen to the concerns of the 4th and 5th graders if it was brought up and to defer, defer, defer to the parents. Attendance was low, many checking out during school hours. The slow motion button had been pressed early that day and it hadn't been returned to normal speed yet. My boss was there working on finances and support if needed. My salutation to the parents had always been " Have a great day. See you tomorrow!" Today was no different. Then my boss said maybe I shouldn't say that today and come up with something more appropriate. More appropriate??!! Like what? Hope we all survive the night? or how about ... I hope to see you tomorrow? Appropriate?? Is ANYTHING APPROPRIATE??!!!!!!!!! I didn't change my salutation. I didn't know if I would regret it later. I didn't know if...

As a side note I was later thanked by multiple people that I hadn't changed my demeanor that day. And that they appreciated the normalcy I depicted. Normalcy! Can you believe it?

And the rest is history, as they say. Whoever they are. I know you all remember where you were and what you were doing. This is just my story. Still fresh on my mind and still scary to me. I thought it was appropriate for today and probably won't be brought up again. Have a great rest of the week and please come back tomorrow for the Happy Monday segment.

Happy Monday!

2006-09-05T09:24:00.000-05:00

Yes I do realize that it is Tuesday but I thought with the holiday weekend that I would post the Happy Monday today. Have a great short week everyone!

According to a news report, a certain private school in Victoria, BC recently was faced with a unique problem.A number of grade 12 girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints.Every night, the maintenance man would remove them and the next day, the girls would put them back. Finally the principal decided that something had to be done.She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night. To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required. He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it. Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.

Soccer Mom...

2006-08-31T09:05:00.000-05:00

That's right. It is official. I am a soccer mom. I am not real sure how I feel about it really. My oldest is playing soccer now and that is hard enough to believe. He is doing really well, I knew he would. He's a quick study. So here's the story:

Practice was coming to an end Tuesday night and the coach beelined it to where I was standing. He started speaking, telling me about refreshments and the protocol. He then said he needed someone to take charge of the parent list and organize it all. I volunteered.... although I didn't feel as though I had an option. I like doing stuff like this or I wouldn't have said I would. Then on the way home from practice it hit me like a bolt of lightning... "I'm a SOCCER MOM!"

Then I come here and read my comments. Top Cat left me a very nice very....ahem *blushing* comment and it made me forget that I was a soccer mom. My husband can still make me blush. It is nice to feel like I still have it...even if TC doesn't know me. LOL! I am not vying for compliments here. Really I am not. It just came a really good time.

I failed to leave you with a Happy Monday this week. I am sorry for that. I will make it up to you today...... and old HNT that got a great response.

Changes

2006-08-23T15:21:00.000-05:00

So? How do you like it? I was getting tired of the other background and thought it was time for a change. Kat helped me out. She knows the secret to doing this...and is keeping it to herself so I am at her mercy when I want a change like this. LOL! I choose the colors and the background and such and she codes it....I will figure it out one day then lookout! LOL!

Another point of interest is Mr. Bubbles birthday is tomorrow. I have no idea what I am going to do that is a little special for him. We sort of celebrated this weekend already and I believe they are going to surprise him at work with something. I thought that I would make him a cake that he has been asking for but when I mentioned it today he said he didn't want that for his birthday he wanted one that only his mom knows how to fix. I have asked her for 10 years on how to make it and she isn't sharing. Oh she'll give me a little piece of the puzzle here and there but never the whole thing at once. Maybe by the time I am 45 I'll have it figured out. URGH! So needless to say I am high and dry on what to do for MY HUSBAND!

Mini bubble #2 has a cold that he has so graciously shared with me. Isn't that sweet? I have had worse really, so has he. I am not sure where he got it. We don't go anywhere or do anything so it must be floating around in the neighborhood and we caught it. Mini bubble #1 is just fine...so far, as is Mr. Bubbles. HEY! That is what I could give him for his birthday.....a cold!!!! MMMUUUUWWWWAAHAHAHAHAH! O.k. so maybe that wouldn't be a good gift.

A little Tuesday fun!

2006-08-22T11:41:00.000-05:00

Found this over at Kat's and she found it somewhere else. Quick and easy, painless test! Let me know what you are!

I'm a Chevrolet Corvette!

You're a classic - powerful, athletic, and competitive. You're all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

Happy Monday!

2006-08-21T10:27:00.000-05:00

This is part of the lost post. I know it is a little on the cheesy side, but hey aren't they all? LOL! Enjoy!

This duck walks into a convenience store and asks the clerk, "Do you have any grapes?" The clerk says no, and the duck leaves. The next day, the duck returns and asks, "Do you have any grapes?" The clerk again says no, and the duck leaves. The day after that, the duck walks in the store again and asks "Do you have any grapes?" The clerk screams at the duck, "You've come in here the past two days and asked if we had any grapes. I told you no every time that we don't have any grapes! I swear if you come back in here again, and ask for grapes, I'll nail your webbed feet to the floor!!" The duck left, and returned the next day. This time he asked, "Do you have any nails?" The clerk replied, "No," and the duck said, "Good! Got any grapes?"

*Read the next post to understand the lost part.

URGH!

2006-08-21T10:26:00.000-05:00

I HATE BLOGGER! I lost it all! All of it. I was finished and saving it. And it disappeared. The entire thing gone. WHY????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still trying to recover it. I'll try. If not stay tuned because i have to do all over! Did I mention I HATE blogger.....sometimes.

Just thinkin'

2006-08-14T18:22:00.000-05:00

I was in the kitchen cleaning it and let my brain roam a bit. I try to keep it in check but there have been times when it gets away form me before I can stop it. I thought it was amusing so I thought that I would come here and share it with my blog buddies. I would like to note now that all of this has most likely happened to me at one time or another not necessarily at the present.

Have you ever wondered why the bank will charge you a fee for not having any money ing the bank. The overdraft fee baffles me really. If I had an extra $32 laying around I wouldn't have had something bounce now would I. And why do they continue to charge the fee for everything that comes through when they already know the money isn't there? While I am at it why don't they call you when this happens? Instead of mailing you a note days after the fact not to mention tons of overdraft fees later.

Why is that there is NOTHING on t.v during the summer months? Not even decent reruns are played. I still pay the same amount of money for that piece of entertainment and yet I sit for 10 to 15 minutes looking for anything that resembles mind numbing relaxation. I have two young boys....I need it. I thrive on it in the evenings curling up on the sofa and not doing anything. Then the summer comes along and it is so hot you could fry an egg on a tin roof and experts are telling me to stay inside and avoid the heat and yet there is nothing to do. There is only so much cleaning and so many crafts one can do before I want to run screaming out into the sweltering heat and take my chances with the heat stroke and buzzards. Then like magic the new seasons start and All is well.....for a time. Can there not be a fall/winter t.v. season and spring/summer season? Are there not enough actors out there to make this possible? And please no more reality t.v.! The whole reason I am turning on the t.v. is to escape it ... not to return to a Hollywood version of reality.

Ever wonder how a computer can understand your words and your neighbors words and the hick that lives down the street words and the yuppie uptowns words? With all of the dialects we have in this country how is this possible? Is there a mute on the line listening to what you are saying and typing in the information? Mutes need jobs too right? On the same line of chaos don't you wonder why when you call a company with a problem say with the billing that the human you finally reach says that it was a human that put you on a list but a computer. That it was a mistake you shouldn't have been billed $3000 on your cell phone bill but that it is going to take 3 months to get it cleared. It only took a machine 30 seconds to put me on a bad list but it is going to take a human 3 months to reverse it and then it is up to you to make 30000000 on time payments to be put back on the good list that the computer took you off of in ERROR! WHAT???!!! WHY????!!!!!! It was their fault why am I the one who pays for it?? Besides the last time I checked it takes a human to run the machine. So a human made a mistake which has cause this computer to create a catastrophic snowball that has ruined your life and for some reason it is up to you to clean their mess.

Ok. So I am going to stop there. Now do you see why I keep my thoughts in check? LOL! I don't want to put your brains on overload. There isn't an official Happy Monday today...just my brain! Have a great week!

Pappaw and the peach pit monkeys

2006-08-11T09:05:00.000-05:00

You read that right, peach pit monkeys. It is fun to say out loud. Try it. No really. You can't help but smile a little when it pops out of the mouth. OKay okay on with the story.

My Pappaw was a little man. Tiny frame, might have weighed at his very heaviest soaking wet 95 pounds. He was not a man of many words. He lost most of his hearing in World War II. He would carry on very small conversations mainly by "listening" and agreeing. When he did this it also meant that he was done with whatever you were talking about OR he didn't hear what you said, that part was up to you to figure out. He loved taking things apart and putting them back together. It was not unusual to walk into his house and find a clock taken apart.....all the gears and springs and thingamabobs strewn across the table. He would later put it back together like new or with a little adjustment. The little man could grow ANYTHING. He had the greenest thumb and it bothered him that his daughter, my mother, couldn't get anything to stay alive. Didn't stop him from trying to help her though.

NOw that you know a little bit about the man let me tell you how I recalled this memory. I was peeling and slicing peaches the other night, for an after dinner snack. The peach was juicy and the perfect ripeness. When you cut down to the pit it broke clean and the pit popped right out. Yummy. Then it hit me.

My Pappaw used to carve little monkeys out of peach pits. They were the neatest little things. It was never the same pose. They would be lined up on his kitchen window sill waiting for my brother and I to find them. He would say" I didn't let the my other monkeys take those. I saved those for you two little monkeys." The monkeys in this case were his other grandkids, our cousins. "Besides, they are too old to be monkeying around anyhow." I always thought that was sooooo funny. My brother and are the children of the two babies of each family. Which makes us the baby grandchildren. On Pappaws side we were quite a bit younger than our cousins, we were almost playthings to them.

I called my Mom and asked if she still had any of them. She does! I hope to get a pic of one to post here. They were the neatest little things. She said she also had a pair of wooden pliars that he carved out of one piece of wood. The move and everything. I remeber those too. I just didn't realize Pappaw had done it.

So there it is. My memory of Pappaw and the peach pit monkeys. I have decided to pull all of this off of the web and print it out so that theses stories aren't lost. I want my kids to know about my childhood as well as theirs. I also want my future nieces or nephews to know it too and I am not sure if my brother will think to tell them the small things. Good idea huh? Have a great weekend everyone!

INSPIRATION!

2006-08-10T11:59:00.000-05:00

I once again have been inspired to do a little more writing on here than what I have been. Lucky you! I will not promise a post everyday but they will be more frequent. The old Bubbles is feelin' it again. I will save the big stuff for another post. Tomorrows post as a matter of fact. Betcha can't wait huh? Until then enjoy the rest of your Thursday and I'll be seeing you on the start of a weekend.

Happy Monday!

2006-08-07T08:53:00.000-05:00

The last top 10 list i did went over pretty well so I searched around and found this one. I think there is at least one on here that we ALL can relate to. HAve a great rest of the week!

Top Ten Signs That You've Had Too Much Of The 90's...

10. When you make phone calls from home, you accidentally insert a "9" to get an outside line.

9. When you go home after a long day at work you still answer the phone in a business manner.

8. You hear most of your jokes via email instead of in person.

7. Your idea of being organized is multiple colored post-it notes.

6. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends is that they do not have e-mail addresses.

5. You chat on-line regularly with a stranger from the US, but haven't spoken with your next door neighbor yet this year.

4. You e-mail your work colleague at the desk next to you to ask if they're ready to go to lunch.

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 4.

2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.

1. You try to enter your password on the microwave.

I'm done!

2006-07-31T13:05:00.000-05:00

Well I started this post this morning and was about to save as draft and then publish and then.....click....the power goes out. We had a storm a couple of days ago that put some trees on the lines here and ever since we have been having technical difficulties with the power. So I manually opened the garage door and went to town to do the days chores. I hope that I remember all that I said because I really liked the way it came out. So here goes...

Swim lessons are over! No more driving 25 minutes to and from the lessons. Both boys did really well. I am so very proud of the oldest one. He made huge strides this past week. He is proud too. The little one isn't as cautious with water and did well too but the oldest mini bubble made quantum leaps!

Vacation Bible school finished up last night. The classes actually finished Friday but the commencement was last night. It was neat to see the oldest do his thing....the same thing I was teaching the 3rd graders. He stole the show on one particular song. He is such a ham! I heard that they have winter bible school sometimes. If they do this year we will most definitely be there. I have gotten to meet and know so many nice, happy people. We have been attending this particular church since January or February and have met a few members here and there. However nothing like what I experienced this week. This church is a fantastic support system and I am so glad that I participated this week. Tired but happy!

The boys were kept by my parents this weekend due to the wedding Mr. Bubbles and I were involved in on Saturday. The wedding went off without a hitch. It poured the rain Saturday morning for about 5 or 6 hours and then the sun came out in time to dry things off for the evening wedding. I believe the happy couple are on a cruise somewhere right now.

Mr. Bubbles and I took advantage of not having the boys on Friday night. We went with a friend of ours to a club downtown and saw a band. The band was fantastic. We had heard of them before and have only heard good things about them so we were excited to actually hear them live. It was also fun for us not to be the parents for a bit. We needed a break to be with each other and we had no problem taking advantage of the situation.

Well to keep with the Happy Monday theme that I started a while back here is the joke for the day. I hope all is well and has a great rest of the week!

TOP TEN THINGS THAT SOUND DIRTY IN GOLF BUT AREN'T

10. Nuts...my shaft is bent.

9. After 18 holes I can barely walk.

8. You really whacked the hell out of that sucker.

7. Look at the size of his putter.

6. Keep your head down and spread your legs a bit more.

5. Mind if I join your threesome?

4. Stand with your back turned and drop it.

3. My hands are so sweaty I can't get a good grip.

2. Nice stroke, but your follow through has a lot to be desired.

1. Hold up...I need to wash my balls first.

Happy Monday!

2006-07-24T07:52:00.000-05:00

Here is a joke and a happy picture of my mini bubbles! Have a great Monday!

Mr. Bear and Mr. Rabbit

Mr. Bear and Mr. Rabbit lived in the same forest, but they didn't like each other very much. One day, while walking through the woods, and they came across a golden frog. They were amazed when the frog talked to them. The golden frog admitted that he didn't often meet anyone, but, when he did, he always gave them six wishes, so he told them that they could have three wishes each.
Mr. Bear immediately wished that all the other bears in the forest were females. The frog granted his wish. Mr. Rabbit, after thinking for a while, wished for a crash helmet. One appeared immediately, and he placed it on his head.
Mr. Bear was amazed at Mr. Rabbit's wish, but carried on with his second wish. He wished that all the bears in the neighboring forests were females as well, and the frog granted his wish. Mr. Rabbit then wished for a motorcycle. It appeared before him, and he climbed on board and started revving the engine.
Mr. Bear could not believe it and complained that Mr. Rabbit had wasted two wishes that he could have had for himself. Shaking his head, Mr. Bear made his final wish, that all the other bears in the world were females as well, leaving him as the only male bear in the world. The frog replied that it had been done, and they both turned to Mr. Rabbit for his last wish.
Mr. Rabbit revved the engine, thought for a second, then said, “I wish that Mr. Bear was gay!” and rode off as fast as he could.

I warned you!

2006-07-21T11:19:00.000-05:00

I told you my month of July was going to be a blur! I can't believe it is almost over! The vacation took up the first part of the month followed by the family cook book and then the reunion. We are now at the end of week 3 and all I can think that I did this week was throw my back out! I know I know...I am not old enough to have done that but I found out at the reunion that it runs in the family. We all can throw out our back doing very simple tasks like picking up a towel and hanging it up....or picking up a grocery bag of garbage and turning to throw it in a larger bag of trash. I, however, did it this time by picking up my baby bubble. What a pain! I was flat on my back for 24 hours. ACK! Kat even came over and checked on me and was nice enough to mention that my house was the messiest she had ever seen it...thanks for that...that made me feel real good! HRUMPH!!!! Anyway the back is better, just a little sore. I got a phone call yesterday morning from a gal that I am helping next week during VBS (Vacation Bible School) telling me she had no idea how to decorate the room and that she did some checking around and found out that I was a creative person and that she was leaving it to me to do! Well thanks! You only gave me 48 hours to decorate!!! ACK!!!!!!!! VBS starts next week! I would like to know who she talked to because no one at this church really knows me yet, except for my next door neighbor and she hasn't talked to anyone. I wasn't able to extract the information last night when we met to start the decorating. I had a plan and was ready to take action within a couple of hours. I'll try to remember to take pictures for you all. Speaking of pictures I know I have been promising pictures for some time now. I am planning on a big catch up picture look at party soon. LOL! I haven't forgotten. To finish out the month next week the mini bubbles have swim lessons in the a.m and VBS in the p.m. Also our best friend and best man of our wedding is getting married himself this Saturday. SO there is rehearsal and rehearsal dinner and wedding and reception next weekend! Not to mention this weekend we need to buy a suit for Mr. Bubbles and get a gift for the happy couple. Have I tired you all out yet?? LOL! OH! I am patting myself on the back here but I have lost 5 pounds! YIPEE! I had lost quiet a bit of weight about a year ago and have kept it off and now I decided it was time to lose some more. I don't know what my target is....I will never be a skinny mini and I will always weigh more than I look because of muscle...yet another inherited trait... but I would like to take more off....maybe 5 to 10 more pounds. I'll try to remember to keep you all updated. Have a fantastic weekend everyone!

interesting

2006-07-17T09:49:00.000-05:00

I found this on Kat's place.

What Your Soul Really Looks Like

You are a wanderer. You constantly long for a new adventure, challenge, or eve a completely different life.

You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.

You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you.

Your near future is calm, relaxing, and pretty much what you want. And it's something you've been anticipating for a while now.

For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.

Inside the Room of Your Soul

I'm back!

2006-07-10T08:40:00.000-05:00

What a trip! We all had so much fun, but are glad to be back in our own home. We returned home yesterday evening. The weather was fantastic with warm days and cool mornings and evenings. Compared to the south it felt like early fall. There was plenty of fishing and food. We did a little sight seeing, although there isn't much there that is a tourist trap. Mini bubble one and two had a great time once they were released from the grips of their carseats, I was really surprised how well they did. I have pictures that will be posted once I find where I packed the camera. I am off now to see how you all were handling things while I was gone but not before my Happy Monday!

A couple of young fellers were fishing at their special pond off the beaten track when out of the bush's jumped the Game Warden !! Immediately, one of the boys threw his rod down and started running through the woods, and hot on his heels came the Game Warden. After about a half mile the fella stopped and stooped over with his hands on his thighs to catch his breath and the Game Warden finally caught up to him. "Lets see yer fishin license, Boy !!" the Warden gasped. With that, the fella pulled out his wallet and gave the Game Warden a valid fishing license. "Well, son", said the Game Warden, " You must be about as dumb as a box of rocks !! You don't have to run from me if you have a valid license!" "Yes Sir", replied the young feller," But my friend back there, well, he don't have one"...

Gone fishin'

2006-06-28T10:06:00.000-05:00

Well not yet. The family and I are going on a road trip to my aunt and uncles house in northern Minnesota. Mr. Bubbles loves to fish as does the oldest mini bubble. We leave this weekend and will not return until the following weekend. No worries when I haven't been around snooping on your sites. I am out on a lake somewhere enjoying life and family.

Kat posted a picture of me and Mr. Bubbles way back in the day. I think I have deducted that it must be Thanksgiving of 97 or 98. Which makes me either a Jr. or Sr. in highschool. Have I mentioned before that we were highschool sweethearts? Well there is a picture proof there. Kat has mentioned before how much she liked the picture and she posted it! So you are sitting there asking "ok Bubbles what's your point here" Right?? Well point being is while we are gone fishing we will be celebrating our 7 year wedding anniversary on July 3. Time has flown and I forget my age. It seems most all of my life I have been attached to that man and I love it and him! There is very little that I have done that hasn't been associated with him.....only as a child......what am I talking about? I was still a child when I met him! LOL! I hope to post a few wedding pictures up here before I leave for my trip. Maybe I can squeeze that in between nap times and laundry and packing!

Have a great week everyone!

Silly meme!

2006-06-23T09:09:00.000-05:00

I was tagged several days ago by Kat over on Reflections. I don't really do these things often because they take up too much time but I thought I would appease her and you all this one time. LOL! Silly meme's!

I know ~ I am going to heaven.

I believe ~ in miracles.

I fought ~ for my life after the birth of my second mini bubble.

I am angered ~ by ignorance.

I love ~ my family and double dipped chocolate peanuts.

I need ~ my washer and dryer upstairs.

I take ~ too much crap from people... but I am getting better.

I hear ~ very very well... too well at times.

I drink ~ diet drinks, sweet tea, water, milk, juice, and sometimes alcohol.

I hate ~ being lied to.

I use ~ my cleaning supplies all the time.

I want ~ my family to be healthy and happy.

I decided ~ I need more time for just me.

I like ~ where we live.

I am ~ a happy person.

I feel ~ like screaming right now, when is thing going to end??!!!

I left ~ my kids upstairs watching t.v.

I do ~ love my pajamas.

I hope ~ this isn't boring everyone.

I dream ~ at night and in color.

I drive ~ a 1999 Explorer

I listen ~ to people and form my own opinions.

I type ~ faster than I used to but I think I am slightly dyslexic.

I think ~ this meme is too long.

I wish ~ upon the first star I see.

I compensate ~ for my average height by marrying a very tall man.

I regret ~ very little.

I care ~ deeply and strongly.

I should ~ go back and finish school.

I am not always ~ happy-go-lucky.

I said ~ I love you at least 3 times today.

I wonder ~ what people really think of me.

I changed ~ a little when I got married and again with the birth of each of my children.

I cry ~ sometimes for no apparent reason.

I am ~ so many things.

I am not ~ easily bossed around.

I lose ~ the remote sometimes.

I leave ~ you all now with hopes for a GREAT weekend!.

Moving on...

2006-06-19T10:49:00.000-05:00

No I am not leaving here. I just have been a mover and a shaker and if things don't slow down I am gonna be out of control!!! I think the break is coming in August. The entire month of July is booked. Sometimes double booked. ACK! That is cool though. Keeps me honest and on my toes.

Apparently I need to give Kat things to do when I leave. She gets deep and chatty when I am gone. LOL! Go check out her last two posts here. She's a nut and even more so when she is hormonal. While you are there you will see what I was doing the first part of the weekend. The second part of my weekend was spent at my family's cabin with my Dad. Good times rolled all weekend. I make the best of situations when I can....like the EARLY breakfast. LOL!

Speaking of Kat and the cabin we are planning another trip for ourselves and the kids up there for July. We had a good time last year and she wanted and "hinted" to me that she wanted to go back. So we are. Thought I might could get it squeezed into this week, but she likes a little more notice and well...refer to her blog on her hormones.

Boxes are disappearing left and right out of my garage. No we aren't being robbed but rather things are more organized. I love to organize and reorganize. I find some small, sick pleasure in it really. LOL! I love looking at something and saying "Garbage! Throw it out!" Muwahahahaha. When family needs help sorting they call me because I am efficient. I also don't quit until I get to a stopping point. I told you it was a small sick pleasure. Need help organizing? I may just help you out...and I would be willing to give a discount. LOL! Wait! I haven't actually charged anyone yet. Yes it is definitely a pleasure if there hasn't been a price added to it.

Alright, enough of the bulletin on my life. I wanna hear from you all. Oh and to leave you with a Happy Monday! here is the joke for today:

What did Mr. Spoc find when he entered the lavatory?

are you ready for this?......... The Captain's log!!!!!!

HAHAHAHA! I know it is a little yucky but it still makes me laugh! Happy Monday!

Happy Father's Day!

2006-06-16T08:39:00.000-05:00

To all the men out there who are father's, were father's, or going to be father's.....Happy Father's Day. The life of parenthood is never an easy road. But it is a road traveled by many. I always loved and appreciated my parents and the sacrifices they made but never fully understood them until I had two of my own. They are a blessing, my parents and children.

A father takes control of the family....even if pushed by the mother. He is the provider and guider. He is also the playmate....Especially when boys are part of the family dynamic. Mr. Bubbles is a wonderful father and husband. He goes to work and then comes home and works a little more....Giving me a break from the mini bubbles. LOL! Although I do say his work is the easy part because it is playtime. He changes and has changed diapers on both of them. Bath time isn't a strange land to him either, nor is bedtime and the bedtime rituals. He does like to cheat from time to time and says "They tricked me!" It's a game and I know it. I still love him and love him a little more every time I see him interact with them.

My dad. He is not of the school of changing diapers or giving baths. That is ok though because he loves us in different ways. There are two children in my family. I being the oldest and my brother....he is not a bubble. We are like night and day in many many MANY ways. LOL! I am a daddies girl, I was growing up and still am. Where my husband says "They tricked me!" , my dad would say "She said Daddy" or "Well he's a boy." LOL! My mom would always roll her eyes, just like I do now. Those two taught me a lot along the way, what to do and what not to do. They love and respect each other and sometimes they agree to disagree.

This post is a bit scattered and maybe not well put together but the love I have for my father and husband is hard to describe. I know I have complained to Kat on some occasions about one or the others behavior and how it is driving me crazy but I don't think that she worries because she can see that it will blow over and we all will be ok because of that love and respect. At least I hope she can. I love my Momma too but this is supposed to be a post about fathers....LOL!

So here's to all you dad's out there. Sit back, kick up your feet, and enjoy the day...wait...you all already do that...haha!! Seriously.... have a fantabulash weekend!

The 3rd Saturday of July

2006-06-15T08:11:00.000-05:00

My Grandma's family are known for two things. Their musical ability and their cooking. Every year we have a reunion at a park nearby. It is always hot and sticky, typical for that time of year. The third Saturday of July is when we all meet up with our covered dishes and feast. Chicken and dumplin's, fried chicken, casseroles of all sorts, brisket, new potatoes, corn, salads, green beans, macaroni and cheese, deviled eggs, and usually a bucket of KFC! LOL! I think they travel too far to bring the homemade stuff. All of this takes up 2 picnic tables. Then come the desserts. Fudge pies, brownies, chocolate cake, banana pudding, multiple kinds of cakes, fruit and jello medleys, and frozen fruit cups are stowed away in a cooler for an after recreation treat. Thank God for the high metabolism that comes with the family traits!!!!

After we pig out a the games begin. Horeshoes, frisbee, and football. Generally it is the the guys that are playing....and me. That is something all the older family members like to tease me about. I bring the good food and then go rough house with the boys. They always say "Now this gal can throw a ball. And she can cook too!!!" LOL! My Grandma when she was still here would always watch me from the shade and giggle and shake her head when I would proudly throw the ball and get the reaction when the men caught it. My brother would have me throw patterns for him so he could show off his catching abilities...since he was the one that actually played football on a team. That also gets brought up. "Your Grandma would sit over there and watch you two and giggle and talk about the two of you. She was so proud of you." I can tell you verbatim the stories I get told every year by each and every member. They share their memories to keep her alive and apparently I was the topic of most the conversation with her. LOL! My brother was my Grandpa's topic. Neither one are with us now but I know my brother and I can still see them sitting there in the shade.

I decided last year that I was going to compile a cookbook full of the families recipe's, specifically the ones that are brought to the picnic. I called each of the members, with the help of Momma, and asked them to bring them. Well bring them they did. It has been my task to decipher the hand writing and put them into catergories. I am almost finished. I plan on printing them off and binding it somehow. I do need to figure out how many to print. I have a little time left but not that much. With all the summer activities that are planned I need to get on it and finish it up. Wish me luck!

Trial basis

2006-06-08T08:51:00.000-05:00

I think it is time that I say goodbye to you all. I am going to depart from here. I feel as though I am not enhancing anyones lives by being here. My memories as a child are still alive and there are many more. I can rant and rant and rant with the best of them. I just feel as though I have become stale. I am sure that you all are not real surprised by this. I kinda have been hinting to it off and on for a little over a month now.

BUT...

after some coaxing from Kat I think I will cut back to a couple of days a week with my posting. I haven't decided on the days yet. That will be forth and coming. I think maybe Monday and Thursday, not positive yet. If I cut back maybe I will become less stale to most of you. This blogger thing has begun running its course with me and I don't feel as though I am reaping its benefits or contributing either, really. I wish you all the best in your blogger endeavors and I will be peeking in from time to time to see how you all are.

ok ok jeez

2006-06-05T09:35:00.000-05:00

LOL! You all are nice. I am doing ok still. This weekend we went to my family's cabin. It was so nice and quiet there. It really wasn't crowded either. My parents met us there so that they could spend a little time with the boys. Always a good time there.

Mr. Bubbles and I have gotten the garage to my liking now. We moved in this house 2 weeks before Thanksgiving and were in hyper unpacking mode along with all the other holiday festivities. So we decided to take a little break from all of that sometime in February. It was a good break but I couldn't stand it any longer. I re-did my kitchen...but I have already told you about that. I have rearranged the boys room a couple of times and I could no longer ignore the garage. It looks really good. Really good. I am proud of it. This weekend we got some cabinets to help even further the organization. I suspect that Mr. Bubbles will be putting those in this week.

Let's see....ummm....I know there is more but at the moment I have blocked it out. LOL! I will ponder on it some more and get back to you. I hope that this help you all satisfy your appetite for a bit. I have been revamping the stories in my head and seeing what all I can tell you...and what I want to keep to myself. I really do appreciate the concern and while you are expressing the concern feel free to leave suggestions for me. I love guys...as much as one can love cyber people! LOL! Have a great week and I will see you soon!

sorry

2006-06-01T09:30:00.000-05:00

I have been out living life. I do enjoy coming and visiting you all and reading your comments that you leave me. I am sorry I didn't inform you that I was taking a break the way Kat or Top Cat did, maybe it is a feline thing...lol! I just floated off without warning...bubbles have tendencies to do that you know? I will come back soon and fill you in. I just don't know when that will be. No worries though. In the mean time I will try and get all caught up on your postings. Thank you Puffin for your concern...you were the first to ask...lol! I hope that you all are well and in good spirits and I will be "seeing" you soon.

Chili taste off

2006-05-24T10:39:00.000-05:00

I know that it isn't Monday but we all need a good laugh in the middle of the week right. This is not intended to offend you Trucker. I was laughing so hard by the end my mini bubbles were asking me if I was ok. Enjoy!

CHILI TASTER DE-ORBITS... These are notes from an inexperienced chili taster named FRANK, who wasvisiting Texas from Cincinnati (Fairfield)... "Recently I was luckyenoughto be the 10,000th attendee at the State Fair in Texas and was asked tofillin to be a judge at a chili cook-off.Apparently the original Judge #3 called in sick at the last moment, andIhappened to be standing there when the call came in. I was assured bytheother two judges (Native Texans) that it would be a fun event and a truetaste of Texas hospitality. They assured me that the chili wouldn't beallthat spicy, and besides, they told me I could have FREE beer during thetasting, so I accepted. Here are the scorecards from the event."
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Chili # 1: Mike's Maniac Mobster Monster Chili
JUDGE ONE: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.
JUDGE TWO: Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.
FRANK: Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove driedpaintfrom your driveway with it. Took me two beers to put the flames out.Hopethat's the worst one. These Texans are crazy.
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Chili # 2: Arthur's Afterburner Chili
JUDGE ONE: Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeno tang.
JUDGE TWO: Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken
FRANK: Keep this out of reach of children! I\'m not sure what I amsupposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to givemethe Heimlich maneuver. They had to walkie-talkie in 3 extra beers whentheysaw the look on my face.
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Chili # 3: Fred\'s Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili
JUDGE ONE: Excellent firehouse chili! Great kick. Needs more beans.
JUDGE TWO: A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of red peppers.
FRANK: Call the EPA, I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Barmaid pounded me on the back; now my backbone is in the front part of my chest.I feel gas pockets shooting between my pelvic sockets. I'm getting shit-faced.
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Chili # 4: Bubba's Black Magic
JUDGE ONE: Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.
JUDGE TWO: Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish orothermild foods, not much of a chili.
FRANK: I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable totasteit, it feels good on my chin. Sally, the bar maid, was standing behindmewith fresh refills; that 300 lb. bitch is starting to look HOT, justlikethis nuclear-waste I\'m eating. My nose is running profusely, I am fairlysure it is not blood, eyesight getting blurry...
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Chili # 5: Linda's Legal Lip Remover
JUDGE ONE: Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, addingconsiderable kick. Very impressive.
JUDGE TWO: Chili using shredded beef; could use more tomato. Must admitthecayenne peppers make a strong statement.
FRANK: My ears are ringing, and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted, seriously. Keep this out of reach of children! I'm not sure what I amsupposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to givemethe Heimlich maneuver. They had to walkie-talkie in 3 extra beers when they saw the look on my face.
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Chili # 6: Vera\'s Very Vegetarian Variety
JUDGE ONE: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spiceandpeppers.
JUDGE TWO: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic.Superb!
FRANK: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous,sulfuricflames. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that slut Sally.Ineed to wipe my ass with a snow cone! The sun is spinning and coloreddisksare flying out of it---I think I\'m having a religious experience. I\'mprettysure I just wet my shorts.
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Chili # 7: Susan's Screaming Sensation Chili
JUDGE ONE: A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
JUDGE TWO: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can ofchilipeppers at the last moment. I should note that I am worried about JudgeNumber 3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursinguncontrollably and clutching his crotch.
FRANK: You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a damn thing. I've lost the sight in one eye, and the world soundslikeit is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili which slidunnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava-like shit to matchmydamn shirt. At least during the autopsy they\'ll know what killed me.I've decided to stop breathing, it's too painful. Screw it, I'm not getting any",
and four people behind me burst into flames. The contestant seemed offendedwhenI told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved mytonguefrom bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from a pitcher. It reallypisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw those rednecks!
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Chili # 8: Helen\'s Mount Saint Chili
JUDGE ONE: A perfect ending... this is a nice blend chili, safe for all,nottoo bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
JUDGE TWO: This final entry is a good, balanced chili, neither mild norhot.Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge Number 3 passed out,felland pulled the chili pot on top of himself. Not sure if he\'s going tomakeit. Poor Yank.
FRANK: --------------(Editor\'s note: Judge #3 was unable to report)

Hmmm...

2006-05-23T08:59:00.000-05:00

Have you ever thought something of yourself to be true only to find out that other people who are close to you don't think that? I recently did. I have kinda always thought myself to be the fixer of things. When people are mad with each other I try to make them make up and play nice. When there is an argument I am the one trying to appease both parties. At least I thought I did.

A couple of weeks back we were having a discussion about this very matter in Sunday school class. The question was posed "Are you a fixer?". I was one of the ones that shook my head yes. Mr. Bubbles chuckled. The chuckle he has when he disagrees but doesn't want to get into it right then and there. Then because of his snarky chuckle I began doubting myself and got a little embarrassed even though no one but maybe Mr. Bubbles knew it. I stayed quiet and listened to the meaning of being a fixer and I was pretty sure I was. This got me a little confused and irritated that I doubted myself in the first place.

Later, on our way to eat, I asked him why the chuckle to my answer to the question. He said he felt that he was the fixer. That I don't try to make things right. My mouth flew open and I started talking at a pitch that is unpleasant to my own ears. "I do too try to fix things!" Then the chuckle again. "Stop it! Why are you laughing?!!!" He made his point by stating that when we are having an argument he is the one that subsides and makes peace. Which a lot the time he is...I can't help it I am right 98% of the time. LOL! I then began pleading my case. He saw where I was coming from and said that I have a point. He doesn't "fix" things like that, just our stuff. He has been known from time to time to pipe up and try his hand at it but, in my opinion, when faced with opposition he lets it ride. I think he is a stater not a fixer. LOL!

All of this sounds silly, I know, but I was thinking about it again today. You all out there in blog land know me soooooooo well, so what do you think? Have you all thought something of yourselves and maybe even prided yourselves on it a little only to find out that others don't really think that? Am I not a fixer and maybe just a peacemaker? Are they one in the same? I can take it really. I am curious. I maybe bruised by this but I am resilient! LOL! Let me have it.

Freaky!

2006-05-19T08:16:00.000-05:00

The other morning the oldest mini bubble was up and about. He is an early riser and does a good job of staying out of trouble until after Mr. Bubbles and I get up a half hour later. More times than not the youngest mini bubble wakes up and they play together in the nursery. All of this is normal. When all of a sudden the oldest blasts through the door all excited and telling me to come see. I get up and head for the nursery totally expecting to see a creation that he had built out of blocks or a house of books. Instead it was clean! All the toys were picked up and put away. The books were placed neatly on the shelf, neatly for a neat 4 year old. The babies dirty clothes were all in the hamper, a feat in itself...the baby like to play with the hamper. I was so proud of him! He looked at me trying to hide is excitement and says "Yeah I was feeling a little freaky this morning and thought I would clean. Actually I still feel freaky and I am going to do my room too!" I couldn't contain the laughter, nor could Mr. Bubbles, who was getting ready for work. A few minutes later out came the oldest wanting me to close my eyes and come to his room. Sure enough he had done the same thing to his room that he had done to his brothers. He even "decorated" his bed. Decorated in his world is making up the bed. I again express my pleasure and give him big hugs and high fives. Hoping the freakiness wasn't gone I ask "How do you feel now? The basement needs a little attention you know." He looks up at me with his big dark chocolate brown eyes and says "I am ok now. I don't feel freaky anymore, just hungry." LOL! Although he looks just like Mr. Bubbles this proves he has a little of his Momma in him. He cleans!!!!!! Have a fantastic weekend!

It's coming

2006-05-17T21:45:00.000-05:00

This weeks HNT is forth and coming. Unfortunately I am at Kat's mercy for part of the HNT. PLEASE be sure to come back by later. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!

Randomness strikes again!

2006-05-17T13:35:00.000-05:00

Sorry folks! I am trying to get caught up on all of the things I have been promising you guys. I think I will blab a little and then post some pictures.

I am not sure if you noticed but I changed the links a little on the sidebar. I am slowly adding people to it...I add you if you add and regularly visit me. Yes I know...I realize that I am a comment whore. LOL! I love the attention. I also LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT when I spark a discussion in my comments.

I was thinking about having another party here soon. Thought I would take on some ideas on the day and the theme. Yes there needs to be a theme. I can come up with either the theme or the reason but I want you all to come up with one...so get to it.

My Mother's day was fantastic. The mini bubbles got me a beautiful picture frame and Mr. Bubbles picked out an outfit. I wore the outfit to church for our mother's march. That was fun. Babies through 4 year olds were the ages that participated. We recieved a little book and carnation....i just love carnations. They smell good and last forever. I really do love them. Where was I? OH! Yes, after church we visited my parents and Mr. Bubbles parents.

I have decided to post an entire post dedicated to my oldests birthday party. So there is something to be looking forward to. And for all of you out there that want pictures on that...they will be included.

Ok now for the picture clean up on this particular post. The finished kitchen/dining area the flowers on the table were a surprise from Mr. Bubbles, a picture of mini bubles 1 &2 me and my parents (my Dad was afraid the boys were going to fall off the ledge i think...and the boys were giving him just reason LOL), and then a few silly shots of the mini bubblesand Mr. Bubbles...he ripped up his pants and then decided to make them look like a skirt...of course the camera was ready! I think he was about to burst with laughter in this one.

Fishing

2006-05-16T08:49:00.000-05:00

When my brother and I were kids my Grandpa would take us fishing. Sometimes it was a family event with Mom and Dad coming along but sometimes it was just the grandparents and grandkids. I always liked those. I didn't do much fishing then. Grandma and I would take off our shoes and soak our feet in the cold mountain river. I can still feel the water as it inches around first my toes then my foot and lastly my ankles. It was always so refreshing, still is. My brother and Grandpa would be the ones actually fishing, using corn and worms. They would go up stream a bit or go downstream from us to do their recreation. Grandma and I were generally in a sunny spot and in shallow water so we weren't hindering the men. When I did decide to stick my line in the water it was always with corn. I didn't mind picking up worms but I hated putting them on a hook. It was just yucky to me, besides I had talking I need to do, LOL! The fish didn't always bite but it never bothered anyone. When we wanted to actually catch something Grandpa would call his buddy and take us to his pond. The fish ALWAYS bit there...we didn't keep them of course..but it was so much fun reeling them in and letting my brother or Grandpa take them off !

I miss my youth at times. All of my grandparents have moved on to Heaven. I am happy for them and I know I will see them again someday. My Mom and Dad have taken over the roles of Grandma and Grandpa, although that isn't what they are called. I can see the look on my mini bubbles faces when they talk about Memaw and Pepaw. It is the same look my brother and I had not too long ago.

Happy Monday!

2006-05-15T10:03:00.000-05:00

We went out for ice cream one night this past week. I saw this sign and started giggling and making cracks about it. Mr. Bubbles saw it and joined in on the fun. Then the second picture happened right in front of us. I didn't know if I was going to be able to contain myself with the cracks that were being made about that one. I hope you see the humor in these. Happy Monday!

House cleaning!

2006-05-12T09:09:00.000-05:00

I have so much to blog about and am not real sure where I am going to start and stop. This is going to be free style, willie nillie....whatever comes out comes out. Keep you hands and arms inside the vehicle, make sure you are buckled in....here we go!

I came in second place on the voting I had you all do this week. I lost by 2 votes. It is ok though, I suppose. The anticipation was still fun. Thank you to all that voted and shame on you if you didn't! LOL!!

I plan on doing a random picture post sometime today or tomorrow, Lord willing, of the kitchen and gardening, my new picture in the living room, and anything else I deem important. I also am going to do a couple of posts on my older mini bubble's 4th birthday and the dilemma that was presented to Mr. Bubbles and myself.

My gardening is almost finished. We put in 2 new beds that are all mine. The previous owners of this home of ours started some things and did a pretty good job. I like having something that is all mine. All my creation and doing.... with the small assistance of Mr. Bubbles braun. The plants are in that I am going to put in this year, with the exception of some hens and chicks.

I am getting all caught up on the house cleaning part. I keep things in order, not an easy task with 2 mini bubbles and a Mr. Bubbles. The youngest mini bubbles loves to help by creating more messes. The oldest mini bubbles helps with the cleaning when he feels like it. He generally is a neat kid just doesn't like keeping up with the pick up. Mr. Bubbles, well I don't know his deal. He can be helpful, but not all the time. Kat makes fun of how I clean things. I think she says I am a cross between Monica off of Friends and Bree off of Desperate Housewives. Both great shows and I just don't see that there is anything wrong with the way they keep things. LOL!

I wanted to remind you all to give your mothers a call this weekend...if you can't see them. It is Mother's Day on Sunday. Not that the retail stores would allow you to forget it. I don't like all of the commercialization they place on "holidays". Some of the sweetest gifts I have ever gotten were from the boys picking flowers out of the yard and bringing them to me with a big ole grin on their face. Corn flowers, dandelions, clover, and wild violets make a beautiful arrangement. So be sure to call up mom and tell her you love her. For those of you that can't do that any longer due to extenuating circumstances....find another lady and tell her. You will make her day. A strangers kind words when the kids are screaming in the middle of Walmart for reasons unknown make all the difference in the world to that mother. I know, the youngest mini bubbles likes to scream at times. Not angry or showing out...just screaming. I get the looks of disgust and bother all the time when he does that but then there are the looks of understanding. I love those looks. So be kind and dad's your day is coming.

A little fun

2006-05-10T08:35:00.000-05:00

Kat had found this off of someone elses site. It was quick and painless. Fun too! Don't forget today is the last day to go vote for me!

A	Accurate
M	Mesmerizing
B	Bouncy
E	Exciting
R	Relaxed

Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com

GO VOTE!

2006-05-05T22:18:00.000-05:00

Yes I am going to be bossy with this. I was nominated for something by whom I do not know...but thank you thank you! Please go vote....you have until the 10th to cast your votes.
Please excuse the profanity in the button...the sites doing... not mine. Please vote. I also saw that some of you have been nominated. Congratulations and good luck!

A party

2006-05-03T08:16:00.000-05:00

Well today is the day many, many, many years ago that Kat was put on this Earth. I am getting Mr. Bubbles to watch the 2 mini bubbles and her two little reflections this evening and she and I are going to have a kid free dinner. I thought that I would also give her a little eye candy to gander on and off all day long. I hope I have chosen well. As a party favor there will be treats at the bottom for everyone. Be sure to leave a message here and on her space. Enjoy!

And here are the party favors: balloons, liquor, noise makers and of course cake!

a loop hole?

2006-05-02T09:00:00.000-05:00

Several months back I decided to join the national do not call list. I was tired of being interrupted through out my day to answer solicitation calls. The calls generally came right as I got the mini bubbles down for their naps and inevitably the ring would arouse them....nosey little buggers. HA! So I jumped on the wagon and did as millions of others have done. I love it. I do not get those stupid calls from humans or computers any longer... until recently. I think I found a loop hole. A huge one if you ask me.

City Elections are coming up. I know this because of multiple clues. The most obvious are those tacky little signs littering peoples yards with names plastered all over them. I don't know who the electees are and I know the signs come down the night of the election...or when the results are in or something like that. I believe that is a city ordinance. Then it is on the news how so and so was at this place camping for the blah de blah.

Here is the loop hole I found. It is the other clue. Recording phone calls. Yes the loop hole is huge for city elections. They apparently do not have to abide by the NATIONAL DO NOT CALL LIST! Why? I know some of you are good American citizens and vote for everything, other than the presidential election....as I do. So please fill me in on why they are allowed to call with their stupid little recordings during nap time and harass SAHM(stay at home mom) and retirees and I suppose that there are a few SAHD(stay at home dad). I don't care if they are republican, democrat, independent, on the fence....I do not want to be bombarded at home by campaigning. I can turn the channel if the campaign is a commercial. I can listen if I want to. I can pretend that I don't see the signs on the road, or not. But please stop calling me. I have enough noise in my life and when I get it quiet I resent whoever is on the other end of the phone when it is interrupted. I feel this is only natural. It does not mean that I do not want to talk to that person but the shrill ring sets my nerves on edge when I am in the serenity of nap time. Then when I answer the shrill ring as quickly as possible and it is a recording for so and so I want to smash so and so's fingers with a hammer one at a time, one for each ring of the phone. I know I know.... a little on the dramatic side I suppose. It isn't like I would actually do it.

So this is the loop hole I was speaking of. Have any of you had this same problem or am I just one of the lucky ones? Am I being unreasonable for not wanting to be blasted by campaign items if I so choose, in the sanctuary of my home?

Happy Monday

2006-05-01T08:06:00.000-05:00

As promised, a little humor to start your week off on a good foot. I will be posting more pictures of the kitchen soon. All theses things to do and so little time. A womans worker...especially a blogger...is never done! Happy Monday all!

There was an old man named Bozo, and all he had was a female donkey. One day he wins the lottery and gets $50,000. He doesn't know what to do with his money, so he decides to spend a night in a five star hotel. He asks for the finest room and starts going up the stairs with his female donkey. The manager sees him and asks where he's going with his donkey. "Anywhere I go, she goes." "I'm sorry, sir," said the manager, "but you can't take the donkey upstairs. Leave it down here with us and we'll take good care of her." So Bozo goes up to his room and opens the door. Everything is made of gold, there is a table full of food, and a huge television. He doesn't want to ruin anything so he takes his raggedy coat off and sleeps on the floor. The next morning the manager comes up to the room and asks how his night was. ''Great!'' replied Bozo. ''How much do I have to pay?'' he asks. ''One thousand dollars for the food.'' ''But I haven't touched the food." ''It was right there, so you should have. Two thousand dollars for the TV." ''But I didn't even know how to turn the damn thing on!'' ''It was there, so you should have. Five thousand for sleeping on the bed." ''But I slept on the floor!'' ''It was there. Your total is eight thousand dollars." ''You owe me ten thousand dollars for screwing my donkey.'' ''But sir, I didn't screw your donkey.'' ''It was there. You should have!''

By the way

2006-04-28T16:49:00.000-05:00

No I was not drunk when I typed out the last post. I told you that Blogger was being special! Blogger may cause me to start drinking! ACK!!!!!

begin remodel

2006-04-28T16:24:00.000-05:00

This is the wallpaper that I removed...and the dark wall I painted over. The wall paper spanned from the stairwell down to the other end of the kitchen. the little white part you see on this side of the doorway is beadboard. I like it and it stayed.

The wallpaper is down. This is a picture before the Diff came out and the sprayer.

This picture the paper is down and we are about to primer everything.

I will post more but Blogger is being so special that it is driving me crazy. When I decompress I will post more. My advice to you is to keep checking in all weekend here and there. Have a fabulous weekend to each and all!

Red

2006-04-28T09:33:00.000-05:00

Your true color is Red!

What's Your True Color?
Brought to you by Tickle

Your color is red, the color of racy sportscars, blushing cheeks, and luscious roses. Red symbolizes passion, romance, and love. So, since you're ruled by red, you probably trust your feelings more than your brain and tend to act spontaneously. If you see something you want, you go for it without thinking twice — impulsive is your middle name. You don't wait around for people to make decisions, either; you dive right in. Quite the romantic, you pay close attention to your emotions. In fact, if your heart isn't in what you're doing, you won't be satisfied. Of course, even when you do pour all your energy into the projects you tackle, your impetuous nature means your passions can shift as frequently as the wind. That's why some reds have trouble with commitment. Our advice? Next time you're feeling fickle, think before you act, if possible. You might be surprised at the results. Overall, though, it's great to be red. No one lives life more completely than you do.

Kat had this posted the other day and I thought her color was acurate so I wanted to see hwat they came up for me. I am not sure that it is completely accurate but pretty close. I don't think that I am fickle...the opposite really, but see what you think? You all know me right??!! LOL! By the way this just might be a multiple post day!

Painting and a fever

2006-04-26T10:19:00.000-05:00

We are finally finished with the painting. I promise that the pictures we be forth coming. I actually have to go get another quart of paint because of the color the paint that was on the wall was so dark, even with primer and two coats it still peeks through. I won't have to trim it out again, Mr. Bubbles did a great job at that, just the main wall, going down the stairwell.

Yesterday the youngest mini bubble awoke, 2 hours after normal waking hours, with a fever of 101.7! ACK! I called the nurse and she got me an appointment for that morning. The doctor came in and checked his ears and throat and breathing and then milked his finger for blood to see if it was an infection elsewhere and found NOTHING! The doctor said it might be rosiola(rose-e-ola). Common in 1 year olds, not contagious, and not treatable. It supposedly is a fever and followed by a rash. Thankfully his fever broke last night and he is eating today. Still tired and grumpy but no fever.

So that is why I haven't been around in like....ummm......FOREVER! Thank you for keeping track and the comments. I am back, I think. LOL!!!!

Weekend update

2006-04-23T09:37:00.000-05:00

I wanted to update you all on the progress on the kitchen. Everything is primed and all of the kitchen part is painted. I ran out of steam last night and my arms couldn't roll any more so we called it quits late last night. We have the deep burgundy walls left to paint over. These are a trick because they are going down a stairwell. They are also going to have to have at least two coats of paint on top of the primer because the burgundy is so dark it still shows through.

We are going on a picnic on the first part of today and then when we return we'll finish out the painting. All that will be left is for me to find a wide border to go above the cabinets. I was going to paint over them but when the old border came down I saw it was paneling. I don't like the look of painted paneling so border is going back up. Some that I like, not the large paisley, early 1990 to mid 1990's border that was up. I think I also already have curtains that will go up over the window.

I will post pictures of the progression later in the week....maybe tonight if I don't crash first. I hope you all are having a fantastic weekend and am looking forward to your posts. Until then...

Some answers

2006-04-21T09:40:00.000-05:00

Thank you all for the words of encouragement and ideas and lack of ideas for my blog. I am in a better place now and have become creative once again. First things first.... Puffin asked how I did my background, he also mentioned Kat's. Well Puffin, Kat was the one who actually figured it out first and I had her do mine. She and I got on the computer and phone and were surfing pics that I like...what I wanted to convey with my little piece of blogland. I would send her the link and she would do her magic and put it on the site. I then told her the colors I wanted, she was leary mind you, but once she placed them in their respective places they grew on her. We have different tastes completely...I think she is more subdued....color wise...although in person we are the opposite. That is until you get to know us! LMAO! So there you are Puffin. That is how we got our backgrounds. If you would like more info feel free to email Kat....or leave a comment with me and we can figure something out for you.

Has anyone else been having CRAZY dreams? For the past few nights I have been dreaming insane dreams. Some are scary and some are weird. I generally remember my dreams and analyze them....not that I think they mean anything, just for fun. I haven't been eating late or any of the common causes for bad dreams. I think it must be the universe, or maybe my hormones. NO! I am not pregnant, just hormonal, and that is enough info for you all that I only know through cyberspace! LOL!

I am doing my kitchen, yes Kat I am taking pictures. My question for you... Is there any easy way to take down wallpaper, short of tearing the walls down? I am off to the store in a bit to find a blaster gun, suggested by the oldest mini bubble. HELP!

I hope you all have a fabulous weekend and am looking forward to Monday to read all of the antics. I will be in search of a hilarious joke to get you in a good mood. By the way, fellow blogger Anne is having some surgery and I think it would be great if you sent her tidings of joy. Go ahead and tell her I sent you if you want, that is if you haven't already.

At a loss...

2006-04-19T09:53:00.000-05:00

I am at a loss for ideas and words. This rarely happens but when it does it happens with gusto. I feel a little sluggish on my HNT's...running out of ideas...I know I know I know...I have only done 10 but I got such a great response in the beginning and then I plateaued. Then there are the posts. I tell memory stories and get a good response on those but I don't want to bog down with the past...the present and future are good too. I don't know really. I don't seem to be getting a feeling from my fellow blog friends out there. What do you want to see? What do you want to hear? What is it that would spice up my blog and get the juices flowin' and the love back?? LOL! I am asking for your help on this guys....I need some honest responses. What do you think...keep it like it is? Change something? Add something? What?

Happy Monday!

2006-04-17T09:22:00.000-05:00

I hope you all had a fantastic weekend! Here is a little something to get you off on a good foot!

Bill and Ned walk into a fast food joint one afternoon to get lunch. Bill orders and the cashier gives him his meal. Ned goes up to order and the cashier greets him with "Hello Ned! How are you? Hey everybody! Ned's here!" Everybody in the restaurant comes up and says hello to Ned. After everyone has greeted him, Bill and Ned sit down and begin to eat.
"Ned, you're pretty popular!" says Bill. "I'm the most popular man in the world," says Ned. "Now Ned," says Bill, your pretty popular but you're not the most popular man in the world." "Oh yeah," Ned replies "I'll bet you a thousand dollars that I'm friends with anybody you can name!" "That so?" answers Bill, "How about the president of the United States?" "Let's go!" says Ned.
The two fly to Washington and knock on the front door of the White House. The president answers, "Ned! How are you doing? I haven't seen you in ages!" The three go play a round of golf and then leave. "That was luck!" says Bill, "Two thousand says your not friends with the Queen of England!" "Let's go!" says Ned.
The two fly to Buckingham Palace and, sure enough, are greeted by the Queen. ''Hello Ned my boy! What have you been up to these days?" They enter the palace and have some tea and leave. Frustrated, Bill says, "Double or nothing, you don't know the Pope!" "J.P!" says Ned, "Let's go!"
When they get to the Vatican, Ned instructs Bill to wait outside and Ned will come out on the balcony with his arm around the Pope. After a while, a crowd gathers to hear the Pope speak. And as told by Ned, when the Pope came out, Ned's arm was wrapped around him. Ned looks down from the balcony and see's Bill passed out on the ground. He rushes down and wakes him up.
"Bill! Bill! Wake up!" Bill opens his eyes and says, "Ned. You're the most popular man in the world." "I told you that, Bill," says Ned, "but you didn't faint when I knew the President! You didn't faint when I knew the Queen!"
"Well I was shocked that you knew the Pope," says Bill. "But I just couldn't take it when the guy next to me tapped me on the shoulder and said "Who's that up there with Ned?"

Happy Easter!

2006-04-14T09:12:00.000-05:00

I hope you all have a blessed Easter weekend!

Easter Sunday

2006-04-11T08:57:00.000-05:00

I thought that I would please you all today by telling another childhood story of mine. If you ever wanna here something feel free to ask questions and I'll see what I can come up with that relates to me and my childhood. These stories, by the way, are very real. As real as my memory remembers....hmmm...LOL! Ok, so in the spirit of Easter this is when my memory takes up residence today.

As a kid Easter meant several different things. Of course the death and resurrection of Jesus, our Lord and Savior, was up at the very tippy top of the list. My parents made sure that my brother and I never forgot the true meanings of holidays in all the hustle and bustle that the corporate world placed on the events. This does not mean, however, that we didn't dress up for Halloween, or Santa evaded or house, the Tooth Fairy did leave her mark(even though a day late for my brother a time or two), and yes.....even the Easter Bunny came and left us a basket full of goodies. We were kids and raised in a church home but we knew how to have fun.

Dad always had Good Friday off. That is when we would plant our garden, weather willing. We would get up early and eat a big breakfast and then head outside for the day. I didn't mind helping, but usually I was on tasks to fetch things. I didn't really like playing in the dirt ALL day. I know how to plant a garden and tend to it and cook everything that is in it...even can some of it...I am a quick learner but I prefer the flowers. Generally the day would finish with us piling into the truck and heading out to town for a burger and then a milk shake from a local shop in town. Dairy Queen, Steak and Shake, and A&W, can't hold a candle to the Dairy Barn's peanut butter shake. Where were we....the thought of the milk shakes get me distracted. Ah yes...Good Friday. By the way does anyone know why it is called Good Friday? If so please let me in on the information.

Saturday didn't really consist of anything real monumental other than the coloring of the Easter eggs. For some reason we never started early. It was always right before bed. Mom would boil the eggs and take out a dozen for my brother and I to color...the other dozen was made into deviled eggs for lunch the next day, that is if it was Mom's turn to host the dinner. So there my brother and I are coloring eggs and we would always(still do) save one for Dad to color....it was the prize egg for the hunt the next day. As we got older my brother would start to give Dad a run for his money, but I, being Daddy's girl, insisted that Dad's was the prize. My boyfriend, now Mr. Bubbles, even participated...his are generally plaid...I don't know how. If you are sitting there doing math yes we colored eggs through high school...and yes we still had egg hunts! I have never NOT colored eggs the day before Easter.

Sunday we would get up and go into the breakfast room where the Easter Bunny left our baskets. We never had time to partake in many of the goodies because we had to start getting ready for church. We always had a new frock to put on and new shoes...the works.After a few pictures are snapped it is off to church, sometimes we got to wait to take the pictures after church. After church it was back to the house to change and start the wait for the egg hunt. Mom and Grandma would alternate years on who did Easter Sunday lunch, however they both fixed the same thing. Pork loin roast, mashed potatoes, corn, green beans, rolls, deviled eggs, and for dessert a coconut cake. I don't like coconut so they would always ice a corner with very little to no coconut just for me. On the years that the dinner was at Grandma and Grandpa's house we would change clothes grab our baskets and eggs and head to their house in the mountains. We would arrive and immediately start begging Grandpa to hide the eggs, Dad would help too. My brother and I weren't allowed near the windows so we couldn't cheat. After the hunt and all the eggs were accounted for it was time to eat! By the way, the finder of the prize egg had bragging rights for the day. Immediately following dinner we all seemed to find a comfortable chair and nap.

That is where I will stop. Sometimes my memories are long and very detailed and sometimes they are not. I don't want you all on overload. Below is last years Easter Day picture of Mr. Bubbles, myself(heavier than I am now) and the two mini Bubbles.

pop quiz

2006-04-10T20:39:00.000-05:00

I found this on Kat's place and she found it on Xmichra's...so on and so forth. I thought it was intersting so I took it and here are the results....by the way I had to answer a tie breaker question....apparently I tied with 3 options.

You scored as Journalism. You are an aspiring journalist, and you should major in journalism! Like me, you are passionate about writing and expressing yourself, and you want the world to understand your beliefs through writing.

English

67%

Dance

67%

Journalism

67%

Mathematics

58%

Psychology

50%

Linguistics

50%

Theater

42%

Art

42%

Philosophy

33%

Anthropology

25%

Sociology

25%

Biology

17%

Engineering

17%

Chemistry

What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3)
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Reaching out

2006-04-10T16:16:00.000-05:00

Savin' Me
By Nickelback
CodesAndLyrics.com

This song came to mind after reading Trucker's post today. Be sure to check him out today. Hope you all have a good short week!

What?

2006-04-04T09:15:00.000-05:00

What is wrong with this picture? It took me 3 days to figure out why this picture was bothering me. This is a picture of the lower part of the calendar that hangs in front of my computer. Can you figure it out? Keep in mind that I am telling you something is wrong...I didn't have that luxury.

Happy Monday!

2006-04-03T09:55:00.000-05:00

One day, at a bus stop there was a girl who was wearing a skintight miniskirt. When the bus arrived and it was her turn to get on, she realized that her skirt was so tight she couldn't get her foot high enough to reach to step.
Thinking it would give her enough slack to raise her leg, she reached back and unzipped her skirt a little. She still could not reach the step. Embarrassed, she reached back once again to unzip it a little more. Still, she couldn't reach the step.
So, with her skirt zipper halfway down, she reached back and unzipped her skirt all the way. Thinking that she could get on the step now, she lifted up her leg only to realize that she still couldn't reach the step.
So, seeing how embarrassed the girl was, the man standing behind her put his hands around her waist and lifted her up on to the first step of the bus. The girl turned around furiously and said, "How dare you touch my body that way, I don't even know you!"
Shocked, the man says, "Well, ma'am, after you reached around and unzipped my fly three times, I kinda figured that we were friends."

Have a great week!

My first tag!!

2006-03-28T10:25:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-03-27T12:28:00.000-05:00

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....

2006-03-22T23:24:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-03-22T09:31:00.000-05:00

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

2006-03-21T10:59:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-03-17T09:37:00.000-05:00

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

2006-03-15T09:59:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-03-13T10:55:00.000-05:00

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

2006-03-10T10:13:00.000-05:00

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

2006-03-08T21:11:00.000-05:00

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?

2006-03-07T10:18:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-03-05T17:23:00.000-05:00

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.

Money money money!

2006-02-28T09:56:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-02-24T12:03:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-02-22T14:10:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-02-17T12:09:00.000-05:00

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

2006-02-15T09:45:00.000-05:00

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

2006-02-14T09:35:00.000-05:00

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

2006-02-13T09:30:00.000-05:00

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

2006-02-12T11:18:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-02-11T19:49:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-02-10T15:19:00.000-05:00

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

2006-02-08T10:15:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-02-06T09:17:00.000-05:00

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?

2006-02-01T10:49:00.000-05:00

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!

Something for free

2006-01-31T09:18:00.000-05:00

Ok all I thought that I would inform you on this Tuesday. I recieved an email that basically stated what I have cut and pasted below. Being the sceptic that I am on such things as forwarded e-mails....I researched it myself on www.snopes.com . I then went to the search section and typed in free 411 service and the folowing is what I found:

Free 411
Claim: The phone number 1-800-FREE-411 offers free directory assistance service. Status: True. Example: [Collected via e-mail, 2005]
-->Origins: One of the many changes that has taken place in the telephone industry in the last few decades is that while phone companies once generally provided their local customers with
free directory assistance (via the 411 phone number), in most cases telephone customers are now charged a fee (typically $1.00 or more) for each directory assistance call. Despite the charges, U.S. consumers continue to avail themselves of the 411 directory assistance service, placing about 6 billion such calls per year. Now, however, an outfit called Jingle Networks is providing an alternative directory assistance service — and it's free. Users who call the toll-free number 1-800-FREE411 (or 1-800-373-3411) can navigate a nifty automated voice recognition system that asks for a location (city and state), type of listing (business, government, or residential), and name. Once the service has located an entry for the requested number, it reads the information aloud and offers the caller the option of connecting to the number by pressing a single number on his telephone keypad. How can Free-411 afford to offer free directory assistance service? It works sort of like commercial radio or television — businesses pay to sponsor it in exchange for presenting their advertisements to customers. The funding of Free-411 is typically explained thusly:
The service is made possible by thousands of national and local businesses who sponsor this service with brief valuable audio advertisements that are played to callers who request businesses in their yellow pages category. This advertising model allows businesses to acquire new customers over the phone, cost effectively, with little or no risk. Meanwhile callers get free directory assistance, potentially saving each of them thousand of dollars per year. The way it works in practice is that a caller who requests a business number is first presented with a short (about 12 seconds) audio advertisement for a sponsor who operates a competing business in that area; the caller is then given the option of being connected to either that competitor or the business he originally requested. If no sponsor operates a local competing business, then the caller hears no advertisement at all. (In the latter case, if the caller accepts the option to connect to the desired number, the business receiving the call hears a short message at the beginning advising them that the call was placed via Free-411, and a Free-411 salesman may follow up with them a few days later to solicit them as a potential advertiser.) (Cell phone users concerned that taking advantage of the free directory assistance service will entail potentially giving out their cell phone numbers to telemarketers should note that federal law already prohibits certain types of telemarketing calls from being placed to cell phones, and all phone users can block telemarketing calls by listing their numbers with the national Do Not Call registry.) We made three separate trial calls to 1-800-FREE411 asking for information on different local businesses, and in each case the voice recognition system smoothly processed all our spoken information and correctly identified the businesses of interest. In only one trial out of the three were we presented with an audio advertisement.

Happy Monday!

2006-01-30T09:18:00.000-05:00

I hope all is well and in moderately good spirits today. Here is another joke to brighten your day!HEY!!! I am a poet and didn't know it! LOL!!!!!!!

An old man and woman were married for many years, even though they hated each other. When they had a confrontation, screaming and yelling could be heard deep into the night. The old man would shout, "When I die, I will dig my way up and out of the grave and come back and haunt you for the rest of your life!" Neighbors feared him. They believed he practiced black magic because of the many strange occurrences that took place in their neighborhood. The old man liked the fact that he was feared. To everyone's relief, he died of a heart attack when he was 68. His wife had a closed casket at the wake. After the burial, she went straight to the local bar and began to party as if there was no tomorrow. Her neighbors, concerned for her safety, asked, "Aren't you afraid that he may indeed be able to dig his way up and out of the grave and come back to haunt you for the rest of your life?" The wife put down her drink and said, "Let him dig. I had him buried upside down..." My kinda woman!

Snoring and a story

2006-01-25T09:46:00.000-05:00

Well I haven't had a good nights rest since about...... I don't know...What is today? HA! As I lay there tossing and turning, trying to drown out my husbands snoring with thoughts of my own, I started giggling at what came to mind.

Growing up I was lucky enough to have 3 out of 4 of my grandparents. Both of my Dad's parents were alive and my Mom's father still walked the Earth. My Mom's mother died of ovarian cancer years before I was even a glimmer in my parents eyes. I plan on telling you stories of all of them, in due time. Today's story has to do with Grandpa(paternal grandfather). I love them all and miss them and I believe it is stories like these that keep them alive in our hearts. I hope you enjoy.

My Grandma and Grandpa's house sat upon on a hill in a small mountain town. It overlooked the valley and river and if you looked in the right spot you could see the entire town all from his front porch. Grandpa would go out there everyday and sit there. "Watching the movements of the people," he would say. That usually preceded his "eye resting"! Grandma would just roll her eyes and continue reading her Reader's Digest. Then while Grandpa was resting his eyes she would sneak off into the kitchen and get a snack. When we were almost done with our treat Grandpa would come into the breakfast nook and fain hurt feelings that he wasn't offered any. It as all an act and a routine, and we all knew it, but it was still fun to play.

On some occasions we would get to spend the night. My brother took a bed in the dining room(yes I said the didning room). My Mom and Dad took Ozzie and Harriet beds in the spare bedroom and I got the extra bed in Grandma and Grandpa's room. It was an old house so my brother and I just figured that is how all old houses were, sleeping arrangement wise. Now this is the part that got me giggling last night.....

In the room where I slept beside my bed at the foot of it was a window. I always hated that there was a window at the foot of the bed that I slept in. I would imagine that someone was peeking in at my feet and was gonna try and come in and get me. Then I would reassure myself that it was silly because the window wasn't ground level and they would need a ladder to do that and I would be able to hear the ladder and then I could et up and run away before they made it in. The thoughts you have when you are little and stick with you through the years huh?! I would nod off to sleep eventually and then proceed to have nightmares of a wooly booger with a chainsaw cutting through the house. The dream would go off and on all night until I would finally wake up in fear realizing the chainsaw wasn't in the dream it was actually in the room. The chainsaw would sputter and get quiet and then start back up. When I got older I finally realized it was my Grandpa snoring. The sputtering was Grandma jabbing him in the ribs. The quietness was him waking up to the jab. Then the cycle continued when he would nod back off to his dreamland. When morning would come I would get up and crawl into the bed and snuggle with Grandma. Grandpa would throw his arm over us and trap us and I would try to lift it and the only way I could get us free was to wake up Grandpa. There wasn't one trick that would work every time, I had to come up with different ways to wake the chainsaw beast.

Over breakfast Grandma would ask how my brother and I slept. My brother never had any problems sleeping. I would give her the answer I thought she wanted to hear. We then would clean up the dishes and start breakfast number 2. The first round was toast or cereal with Grandma and Grandpa. The second one was orange sweet rolls with Mom and Dad. To say that there was a routine would be the understatement of the decade.

Years later when my Grandma was dieing and they were in a new house just down the road in the town that I lived in, my Grandma told me that she knew I was a fighter. I thought this was odd. I don't have a terrible temper and as far as I knew the temper I do have I was pretty sure she hadn't seen. So I asked her why she thought that. She then proceeded to tell me of the times that I spent the night with her and would talk in my sleep. I was always saying "NO." "Leave me alone." "Go away." etcetera, etceteras. I began giggling then too. I explained to her what was happening in my dreams and the thoughts I had before I had gone to sleep. I hadn't told anyone about this up until this point....except my brother. He, by the way, thought that I was weird until one night when we switched beds. Grandma and I laughed until we were in tears. She stuck by her original statement although there were other reasons beside the dream talking that gave her this idea. I don't know if she was right or not but I like to think that she was.

So that is the story. I have to be careful when I start reminiscing because I get carried away and tell things that aren't relevant to the original story. I have tons of these stories floating around in my head. If I get a good response from this one I just may have to tell some more.

Happy Monday!

2006-01-23T08:48:00.000-05:00

As promised, another snippet of humor. Happy Monday!

A PRAYER....
Dear Lord,
I pray for Wisdom to understand my man;
Love to forgive him;
And Patience for his moods.
Because, Lord, if I pray for Strength,
I'll beat him to death.
AMEN

Amber's Creations

out of it

the answer is....

Happy Birthday....

not my fault!

ok that's enough...

HAHA!

I'd like to think so....

Interesting.....

I knew the answer before I took the test!

Taken from Kat taken from Xmichra...

You are The Sun

REALLY??!!

Well well well

Quizzy poo....

Movies and chaos!

YIPEEEE!!

i love 4leaf clovers!

C'est moi?

*tap tap* is this thing on?

Hello Hello

Happy Monday....delayed

Sept. 11

Happy Monday!

Soccer Mom...

Changes

A little Tuesday fun!

I'm a Chevrolet Corvette!

Happy Monday!

URGH!

Just thinkin'

Pappaw and the peach pit monkeys

INSPIRATION!

Happy Monday!

I'm done!

Happy Monday!

I warned you!

interesting

I'm back!

Gone fishin'

Silly meme!

Moving on...

Happy Father's Day!

The 3rd Saturday of July

Trial basis

ok ok jeez

sorry

Chili taste off

Hmmm...

Freaky!

It's coming

Randomness strikes again!

Fishing

Happy Monday!

House cleaning!

A little fun

GO VOTE!

A party

a loop hole?

Happy Monday

By the way

begin remodel

Red

Painting and a fever

Weekend update

Some answers

At a loss...

Happy Monday!

Happy Easter!

Easter Sunday

pop quiz

Reaching out

What?

Happy Monday!

My first tag!!

Happy Monday!

Sorry all....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

oil change and a chart

Wee bit o Ireland!

tap tap is this thing on?