Road Trip

We took a quick road trip to Pensacola so my Sweetie could finally meet my family. After two and a half years of not meeting my man they began to doubt that he existed. The trip was hurried but wonderful. And now they believe.

The biggest downside was the 10 hour round trip. Hours upon hours of listening to the whining in the back seat. "How much longer?" Standard answer around here is "5 more minutes!" There must have been a million 5 more minutes. Then, starts the "He's touching me!" "Make him stop", "he's got his feet on me". At one point there was even a pen fight. "He's writing on me." The whining, crying, and fighting from the backseat was just too much. I bet they will never make me sit back there again.

Home again but still on Vacation

I'm home. Have company. Loving life. Blog later.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas from the House of Chaos to Yours. Have a great day.

The Lessons Teacher Teach us

Mrs. Who of House of Zathras posted a beautiful story about what she did for a student. Sometimes the lessons a teacher teaches isn't out of the text book but influences our life profoundly as Mrs. Who did for Brandy. I'm sure that young lady still remembers what her teacher did for her.

The teachers that stand out in my mind don't stand out for academic reasons but for personal ones. Their actions taught me a life lesson. Lessons that still influence me to this day.

Mrs. Sunday was my sixth grade Social Studies teacher (I think that is what she taught). She was not well liked by most of the students but I loved Mrs. Sunday. She was pivotal in giving me a little confidence in myself at a time when I desperately needed to know someone cared. At age eleven, I was already constantly thinking about suicide. I lived in a very volatile household and was being sexually abused. No one knew about what I was going through or how I felt. All that the other kids saw was someone they could tease and easily make cry. I felt very alone. Anyhow, I was in Mrs. Marshall's drama class that 6 weeks. I hated that lady. I was very shy and did not like to be in the center of attention. She would grab me by the arm, pull me out into the middle of the class and try and make me act something out. All of the other kids would laugh and call me names (I know I sound like a reindeer) like crybaby and such. I hated the other kids. Well, one day in drama class we had to dress up like somebody/something and Mrs. Sunday came in to judge the contest. I had not prepared for this contest, as again, I hated anything that put me in the spot light. At the last minute, one of my friends took a little bit of makeup, drew some whiskers on my checks, blackened my nose and made me look like a cat. I don't think I even had cat ears. Not the most elaborate costume in the room. But, as Mrs. Sunday passed by inspecting me I cocked my head to the side and quietly mewed so she would have some idea of what I was supposed to be. I WON! Mrs. Sunday picked me. I won a milk cartoon of Whoppers. I did not share them with the students in that class and they were mad. Later, that day I shared them with Mrs. Sunday and a few of my friends in her class. I know that I did not have the best costume that day. There were others far more deserving but maybe she saw something in me that was crying for help and knew I needed a little bit of confidence and kindness. I was saddened years later when I heard she committed suicide. Whether or not that was a valid rumor I don't know. I certainly hope not because I still remember her fondly. She taught me a valuable lesson that day and gave me a little bit of hope. Merry Christmas Mrs. Sunday, wherever you may be.

Another teacher that stands out in my mind is Mr. Bennett, one of my high school science teachers. He was a well-like and respected teacher. He taught Biology and Anatomy and Physiology and a host of other science related classes. He joked around with the students and was always helping them with projects that included animals and such. He seemed to be someone who related well with students and would help them out. I found out differently on my last day of school. A few days earlier, a little gray kitten mysteriously appeared in the middle of our living room. We have no idea how she got in the house or where she came from. I checked with the neighbors and no one claimed her. I named her Grey Ghost. She was solid gray, fuzzy and sweet. The morning of my last final exam I was rushing out of the house and she got slammed in the door. She started flailing around and crying. I was devastated. I didn't know what to do. No one else was at home. My mom was at work, my sisters had already moved out and I was running late for Senior exams. So, I scooped her up into a shoe box and rushed to school. I was in tears. I immediately thought of Mr. Bennett. He knew all about animals and I figured he could help me. The moment he saw me carrying the cat towards him he turned his back to me and said, "I don't see an animal here. You're not supposed to bring pets in." He wouldn't even look at me. He wouldn't even listen to me. I was stunned and hurt. So, I ran in tears with this hurt kitten in a shoebox to my first exam not knowing what to do. My teacher in that class, told me to take her to the Vet and not worry about a thing. I missed three final exams that day. I just knew I wouldn't graduate. I was shocked when I had an A or B on all my exams. I found out later that that teacher explained to my other teachers what had happened and they excused me from my exams and made sure I graduated. It turned out the kitten's spinal cord was broken and she had to be put to sleep. As I walked across the stage to receive my diploma, Mr. Bennett was waiting to shake my hand. I just glared at him and walked right past. He had lost my respect. He taught me that not everybody would help you when you were down and needed help. Fortunately, I had three other teachers that day that taught me just the opposite. Maybe, on an academic level what they did was not right. But, it made me try harder later on because I knew that I didn't want to let them down.

Things are looking UP

I woke up depressed this morning. That's obvious from my previous post. But, throughout the day, I have gotten better. I am getting in a Christmas mood. This may have something to do with the fact that I DON'T HAVE TO GO TO WORK FOR THE NEXT TEN DAYS! Count 'em Ten. Saturday (1), Christmas Eve (2), Christmas Day(3), Tuesday(4), Wednesday(5), Thursday(6), Friday(7), Saturday again(8), New Year's Eve(9), New Year's Day(10). Whoo Hoo! Yippie! *doing the happy dance*

I have two days to shop. That's doable.

I have three and a half days to clean my house to my satisfaction before my Sweetie gets here Christmas Day. That's doable, too. I'm now longer stressing about him coming. I am excited now.

I will get to spend Christmas Eve and Day with my boys and then Christmas night with my Sweetie. Then, we will head to Pensacola for a few days to spend time with my family. Then, back home to spend New Year's weekend with one of my bestest friends.

You know how I know she is a great friend? She is coming to see me and I won't even be here when she gets here and she is OK with that. Now, that is a friend. I love her to pieces.

Well, time to get busy, busy, busy again but this time I think I will actually accomplish something.

Help

Help! I need Christmas spirit. It's the weekend before Christmas and my tree is still bald. I still have to do ALL of my Christmas shopping. Ack! I so don't get this holiday. Why do I have to go in debt to show others I care. They should care enough about me to know I can't afford Christmas. I quit. Christmas is canceled. Bah Humbug.

Because of Dad

Daredevil wrote the following sonnet. It tells of his frustrations with his girlfriend's Dad. Both Daredevil and Nana are seniors this year at different high schools. Her Dad does not allow her to date. Therefore, they have been sneaking around behind his back, with her mother's knowledge and permission, for over a year. He knows about Daredevil. He just doesn't allow them to openly see each.

I think his poem is wonderful. Obviously, so did his teacher since he received an "A" and a "Well done!" on it.

Because of Dad

Should I break her heart because of her Dad?
Her Dad, the wall that bars my path to her.
With all the sneaking around makes me mad,
Hiding how I feel for her when he's there.
The wall standing between me and my love
I should not have to deal with this madness
Just throw this away like a nasty glove
And find another dad I can address.
Even with all the frustration I have,
I love her with all of my beating heart.
To save her I would go straight to my grave
I have loved her even from the rough start.
Even with all the obstacles we face,
We are still moving at a steady pace.

Christmas Carols for the Mentally Disturbed

1. Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?

2. Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three Queens Disoriented Are

3. Amnesia --- I Don't Know if I'll be Home for Christmas

4. Narcissistic ---Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me

5. Manic --- Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and Fire Hydrants and...

6. Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Get Me

7. Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire

8. Full Personality Disorder-- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll tell You Why

9. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder ---Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells...

10. Agoraphobia --- I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day But Wouldn't Leave My House

11. Senile Dementia --- Walking in a Winter Wonderland Miles From My house in My Slippers and Robe

12. Oppositional Defiant Disorder --- I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus So I Burned Down the House

13. Social Anxiety Disorder --- Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas while I Sit Here and Hyperventilate

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What ones can you think of?

Santa's Nice-o-Meter

He's making a list...
He's checking it twice...
gonna find out who's naughty or nice...

Oh, are you worried? Not quite sure where you stand on Santa's list? Well, now you can go here and check.

Just out of curiosity. I checked the name of one of our questionable bloggers. This is what Santa had to say about him:

Nice, but with a few naughty marks. Neatness needs improvement. Behavior has been good sometimes, not so good other times. Manners could still use some attention. Was very nice last Monday.

Evidently, suck up letters help.

If that's the case, then:


Dear Santa Baby,

You are looking good this year. I love the new look. Don't worry about what Mrs. Claus or the elves say. All that matter is what the good girls think. And we're thinking...well never mind what we're thinking...that would probably get us on the naughty list. But, we promise we will be good for the rest of the year. Right, Girls?

We'll leave the cookies on the night stand. See ya soon, Santa.

Always a believer,

The Girls of the Bad Example Family and Clan

Walls

Walls. We all have them. Mine are tall, thick, and strong and encasing. They are stronger than castle or fort walls. It didn't take an army to build them just a few bad experiences and lots of pain. My walls served their purpose at the time but after a while they start impeding instead of protecting. In a few short days, I will be faced with either letting my wall crumble, letting someone behind my wall or coming on the other side of my wall myself. I need to let someone in. I need to let someone get closer. Not just anyone, but my Sweetie. This is a pivotal point and I am scared.

I'm wiping away the fear from my eyes as I write this. I'm fighting and struggling with myself. The risk gets greater the more times I do this. I thought the last time...

Don't.

Don't walk into my life and try and control me. I will run back into myself.
Don't try and make me who you want me to be. I will run.

You circle the walls of my castle. I'm hiding deep within. I stand in the tower and watch you trying and trying to get in. Only I can let the draw bridge down and open the castle doors. My castle is strong and moored.

How do I know you're not the enemy? How do I know you'll do me no harm? How do I know that you won't trick me with your wit and your charm? But, I know that I need to leave my castle because it is no longer warm. The winds bring unbearable memories. Storms are trapped with in. I've cut myself off from the world that lies beyond the door. How do I know you won't harm me like the ones that came before?

What a male will do to get a female

Improviser came over tonight to show me the Christmas presents he bought everybody, but me (pout, pout). He takes them out one at a time telling me who they are for. Then, he pulls out a card and says, "This is for my girlfriend." I shake my head. Did I hear right? Improviser has a girlfriend. My unsocial, quiet, rather play video games, child. Well, he isn't a child anymore, he is 20. But, still. I was surprised. But, then he hit with the the unbelievable. "I'm going camping with her next week." HA HA HA What a powerful thing the female possesses. Improviser HATES camping. I don't think she knows what kind of control she has over this young man. So much, in fact that he went out and bought a tent. He hates camping. He hates the outdoors. He hates shopping but he spent 5 hours walking around Wal-Mart with her. Five hours. I can't even spend 5 hours in Wally world.

I know what is motivating him and, actually, I worry about him. I'm afraid that she will give him what he wants and then break his heart. He has a heart of gold. He doesn't understand how cruel people and life can be. I know him. He will fall head over heels because someone is making him feel special. It's hard as a parent to sit back and watch what you know will probably happen. Now, I know how my mother felt. But, I will do as she did. I will watch. I will worry. And then, I will be there when he falls and get hurts. It doesn't matter if he is 2 or 20. Mom will still be there. Only, a teenage mutant ninja turtle bandaid won't help. How I wish there was a bandaid for the heart. Someway to put bactine on the wounds to promote healing. I guess hugs are bandaids for the heart.

I'll breathe later

Busy. Busy.

Busy.

How to get mom's heart pumping

Leave a big, ugly dead spider on a note on the kitchen counter. Fortunately, I didn't get a picture. Yes, Daredevil did this to me. I waltzed into the kitchen. Went to put my purse on the counter and then snatched it back. There was the biggest, ugliest and, thank goodness, deadest spider sitting there on a note. "Look what I found under my dresser." Ugh. Boys.

It's a new world

Daredevil's best friend came over to stay the night. He brought his PS2 with him. They brought the TV out of Daredevil's room and put it beside the one hooked up to our PS2 and the computer. The play games on-line against each other as they sit side by side. They were hooking up the systems when I went to bed. This morning, no best friend. It was 5 am and he was no where to be found. Daredevil explained, "We couldn't get it working right for some reason. So, he went home so we could play together." Excuse me. I'm still shaking my head at that one.

T1G's Christmas Present

Ragin Mom at The Splatter Zone found T1G the perfect Christmas gift. And the best part is, we get to play with it before it gets put under the tree. Careful, it's addicting and a wonderful time waster.

New Blogger?

I just logged on to blogger and it's announcing a new and better blogger but I have to click the magic link. It says once you do you can't go back. Do they have all the bugs out of it? Has anyone else made the switch? I haven't had too many issues with this version. I would hate to screw up my blog. I'm a real risk taker, can't ya tell. Help. Advice.

Santa sends help

I've heard Jennifer has her eye on a new boyfriend already. Guess Santa answered someone's prayers.



H/T to Bou for the original bunny pic.

It figures

I have 9 days left to get my house in order before company arrives. I still have 3 rooms to paint, 2 beds to buy, and one house to clean including carpet. I still have to Christmas shop and decorate. All while juggling a full-time job and kids. Oh, yeah. I have 2 tests and a term project to complete for the class I am taking. Now, I get a frickin cold. Blah. I don't have time to be sick.

Mother of the Year

I'm not being nominated.
I lost my child today.
I couldn't find Chowhound.

I came home from work.
Nobody home.

Daredevil left a note.
So, I knew where he was.

AH HA! Chowhound has jazz band practice.
Crap. I forgot.
He has to be picked up at 5.
Wipe hand across forehead. Oh good, it's 4:30. I can make it.

Go to school.
Band gone. No Chowhound.
Now, he's in trouble.

Call Daredevil. "Where's Chowhound?"
He went to Bartrum Trail with other band mother to get music.
Oh. Yeah. I knew that. But, I forgot.

So, I wait. and wait. and wait.
No, Chowhound. No phone call.

After, a few hours. I started calling around trying to find Chowhound.
Then, he calls.

"I was at my track banquet."
Crap. I forgot.

I'm definitely not making Mother of the Year.

On the flip side, I wasn't just doing nothing. I was painting Daredevil's bedroom. I was home. He could have called earlier. But, no. Let's make mom feel like crap and let her forget. Guilt it does a mother good.

Motivation for men to lose weight

I work during the day so I miss all the informative shows. My mom was telling me about an Oprah Winfrey episode she watched the other day. Oprah's doctor was giving dieting tips and what not. The same ole usual stuff, I guess, until he mentioned why men should lose weight. Or rather why women might encourage their men to lose weight. He said that for every 35 lbs a man loses he gains an inch in his "manhood". My mom told her friend. She got up and headed home to tell her husband he needed to lose at least 70 lbs. As I was saying goodbye to my mom, she said, "you're going to crack up laughing everytime you see a truck driver now." Yeah, because some of them could gain an extra 10 inches.

Only in Florida...

...would they cancel Winterfest because of, well, winter. Yes, it's true. The officials in Pensacola have decided it's going to be too windy Sunday night to celebrate winter. Too Windy! This is coming from a town that is accustomed to hurricanes. Category 1 and 2 hurricanes are nothing. That is 75 - 110 mph. But, that is their excuse. Too Windy!

This is the announcement:

Winds snuff out Sunday Winterfest

Due to expected inclement weather, Downtown Winterfest has
announced that Sunday night's events in downtown Pensacola will be canceled.

This is the weather forecast:

Sunday Night: Partly cloudy, with a low around 37. Breezy, with a north wind between 15 and 20 mph, with gusts as high as 30 mph.

Just admit it. It's being canceled because it's too cold. We're Floridians, we do windy we don't do cold. So, winter is officially canceled in Florida. We refuse to celebrate in the cold.

Click for Cans

What to help a charity without getting out of your chair? Plus, you can help prove to your friends who the best football team is.

This year, one NFL team will earn a donation of Campbell's® soup to the food bank of its choice. How much soup? We'll get the official stats for all the players on the winning team's official roster and donate one can for every pound the total team weighs! So far, the Green Bay Packers remain the undefeated Click for Cans champs – will they stay on top, or will they get a run for their money this year? It's up to you!

Go here to vote.

Come on folks. We need to knock the Green Bay Packers out of the lead. Get the word out to everyone and lets see who the best team is. You can vote once a day until Dec. 15.

Don't be discouraged if your team doesn't get the most clicks. The team that improves the most in the number of clicks from last year will also receive a donation! We'll donate 2006 cans on behalf of the team that shows the most improvement in the number of clicks from last year.

So far, the Colts are the most improved clicks.

I know there are some big football fans out there. Show your support. Or do it just to knock someone else's team down. Whatever works.

Who do you want to win?

Future Bad Example Family Member?

The kitchen ain't just for eatin' any more

The backwoods got a little closer today. Just when I think that we live in an advancing society somebody comes along and blows up that theory. This is a true story folks. I can't make crap like this up.

Today, one of our regular drivers comes in. (Oh, did I mention he lives in Alabama. That may explain this.) It's been about a week or so since we've seen him. We notice and mention that he has a new tooth. He gap in his smile is gone. We knew he had been having dental work done and was looking forward to his new tooth but it was still supposed to be a while before the work was completed. So, we congratulate him on his appearance. Then he admits that it is a temporary tooth. He had a friend who knew this guy that makes teeth. He went to the man's house. The man took him to the kitchen, sat him down, made an impression and made him a tooth right there in his house. Black market tooth fairy. Who knew?!

12 Pains of Christmas

Valuable lesson

Last night, I had a living demonstration on being grateful for what you have because it could be worse. This lesson was brought to me by Wally World of all places. I had time to kill and shopping to do so I figured I would check out our brand new Super Wally World. It has been open about a month now. The greatest thrill I was seeking was pushing around a new cart. I really was looking forward to that. Shopping buggy's hate me. I always seem to get the handicapped one. Well, lo and behold, if I didn't manage to pull out a limping SOB out of the barn of newborn buggies. Thud, thud, thud, thud. One wheel had a flat spot on it. In fact, it was the left rear wheel because the mechanic in me came out and I had to diagnose the problem. First, I lifted the rear wheels off the ground and pushed. No thud, thud, thud. So, then I rolled it on three wheels keeping the right side wheel up. Ok. I found the problem. It didn't fix it. But, I diagnosed it. Why? I don't know. Impulse. Just had to. But, I still pushed this stupid thud, thud buggy around until I couldn't take it anymore. I limped it back to the entrance and traded it in. Ah,,,,,,,quiet. The cart was a little difficult to push. The wheels felt tight but after all it was new. But, it wasn't thud, thud, thudding. I am a very tolerant person. I don't expect everything to be perfect that is why I put up with the limping buggy for so long. I should have been satisfied with it. As I continued my shopping, my "new" new buggy freed up and was easier to push. But, then all of a sudden an alarm or something went off in the stupid thing. A high pitched run to the hills squeal. It was worse than fingernails on a chalkboard. Damn. Do buggys hate me or what? It definitely killed my shopping mood and saved me money. I guess I should be grateful.

Accent Wars!

I have been dragged inta dis accent war between my "Grandma Bou" `n` my "Great Grandpappy Harvey" about whether er not my "Uncle T1G" has an accent.

Well, if you are unsure, then take this Yankee test. I scored 97% Dixie. Then it asked something about my Grandfather Lee. Don't know why their dragging him into this. The last time I saw him was at a club in Hammond LA through the bottom of a shot glass. That was many moons ago.

So, if`n yew tekk da test `n` do turn out ta be a Gott forbid Yankee, then yew can translate yore yankee talk cheer so us Southern folks can understan` yew.

There is even a place to "hoggle" your web searches and blog url's. I tried a few. My favorite was "One Happy Dog Speaks" which translates to "One tickled pink dog speaks".

So, now put in any Url and us southern folk with be able to understand you Yankees. (Hint: put in Great Grandpappys web address and go back and read his post the way it should have been written.)

Have fun and "Ya'll come back now, ya here. I'll leave the light on for ya."

Accent my a$$.

It's a small, small blog world

I'm am still cracking up at this. It seems that another Bad Example family member and I have something in common. We dated the same guy (sort of). Actually, I more than dated him. I divorced him. Oh yeah, and had kids too. She was smart enough to only sort of date him before I did. Too effing funny.

Two hundred drummers drumming (or more)

Anyone who lives near Clearwater, Florida, probably heard pounding in their ears all weekend long. The Boston Crusaders held their annual auditions there this weekend. Approximately 300 teenagers descended on this town. About 250 of them pound on something (the others are flag corps). And believe me, as a mother of two percussionist, they pound on anything. Unlike, most mothers, a percussionist's mother cannot scold her children for beating on things because they come back with "but, we're practicing." Yeah, right.

The Boston Crusaders Drum and Bugle Corps, founded in 1940, is the third-oldest junior drum and bugle corps in the nation and is proud to be a founding member of Drum Corps International. The corps, composed entirely of brass players, percussionists and color guard members under the age of 22, travels over 10,000 miles each summer, performing in more than 40 competitions and exhibitions before a combined audience of over 300,000 fans.

Chowhound toured two summers ago with Teal Sound. He was only 15. The average age is 19. He will be 17 in March. He researched his choices and decided that the Boston Crusaders were worthy enough for him to join. I am a proud Mama, but I can tell you the kid is good. He plays the marimba, a percussion keyboard. He has been asked back for the next audition in December. This means that more than likely he will make the cut. Which means that once a month for the next five months, I get to drive 3 hours one way to Clearwater. Lucky me. Then at the end of May I get to figure out how to get him to New Hampshire. He isn't real keen on flying. He has only done it once and didn't really care for it.

But, I will do what I have to do because as I was leaving him this weekend, he wrapped his arms around me and said, "Thanks for supporting me, Mom." Awww, Shucks. I'm such a sucker.

Hoops and YoYo

Have you seen these cards from Hallmark? A friend of mine sent me "We want Turkey". I had tears in my eyes from laughing so hard. Anyone with boys can see their kids doing these things. Especially my three boys. Here are a few (I hope the links work.)

Fun wtih Taters

We want Turkey

There are a bunch more. But these two were great.

Near miss but I don't know how

I was flying down I-75 last night near Ocala. I was on my way home from dropping Chowhound off in Clearwater (that's near Tampa). The traffic at this point had thickened but everyone was still doing about 80 so they wouldn't get run over. That is the typical speed for the holiday weekend. The Northbound lanes were three wide and occupied and I was in the inside lane. There was a narrow emergency strip to my left bordered by a guard rail. There was not immediate access to the median. The vehicle to my right was doing the same speed I was and there were cars behind both of us. There were no street lights and it was cloudy and dark. All of sudden right in front of me was a man standing in the middle of my lane waving his arms. There was a SUV parked partly in the lane behind him. I slammed on my brakes and started praying that they wouldn't lock up. I knew there was no way I could stop in time and there was nowhere for me to go. I was blocked in this lane. I was also worried about the person who had been tailgating me running into me and pushing me into this man. Somehow, I made it around them without hitting anyone. The fact that I drive a very small car is probably what saved the situation. I don't think a bigger vehicle could have fit between them and the vehicle in the other lane that could only slightly swerve because there was someone beside him. I saw as I passed by the man and the vehicle that this was a recent accident. There were several people standing on the other side of that vehicle and another truck beyond them. Once, I cleared the situation, I made my way to the right side emergency lane. I was shaking and crying and couldn't drive. I still do not know how I made it around them. I'm not that good a driver. Ask anyone. I hope and pray that no one behind me hit them. I couldn't tell from my rear-view mirror. So, I have something else to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.

Truly Thankful this year

I don't post everyday not because I don't have anything to say but because I'm a very reflective type person and I think a lot before I write. I compose the most outstanding posts in my mind but by the time I post it either my thoughts are lost or someone else has posted exactly what I was going to say.

This Thanksgiving I did not drive the five hours home to be with my mom and sisters. Instead, my boys and I had a small turkey dinner and we went to the movies. The rest of my day was spent reading The Blog of War and reflecting on everything I have to be thankful for. I thought about the things I complain about and examined if they are really that bad. I thought about the weight I've gained and thought instead of complaining I should really be thankful I have food to eat. An abundance of anything I want and it is my choice if I overeat or eat the wrong things. Nobody is forcing me to do these things. Then, I thought about my bills, my friends, my life, my choices and I read my book some more. So many people sacrifice and fight for me so that I can sleep in peace at night. I then started going through some of the milblogs in the book and from other peoples blogs. Then I came upon the post I had been writing in my head. Some Soldiers Mom wrote exactly what I had been thinking. This is at the end of her post.

I am Thankful:
FOR THE WIFE WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT,
BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME,
AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

FOR THE HUSBAND WHO IS ON THE SOFA BEING A COUCH POTATO,
BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME
AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.

FOR THE TEENAGER WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES
BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME,
NOT ON THE STREETS.

FOR THE TAXES I PAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM EMPLOYED.

FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.

FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.

FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE.

FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING,
WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,
AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME.

FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT
BECAUSE IT MEANS WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH.

FOR THE PARKING SPOT I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING
AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION.

FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM WARM.

FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH WHO SINGS OFF KEY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I CAN HEAR.

FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.

FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES AT THE END OF THE DAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.

FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.

FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.

AND FINALLY, FOR THE SOLDIERS DEPLOYED ALL OVER THE WORLD
BECAUSE IT MEANS THAT I AND MINE CAN SLEEP PEACEFULLY TONIGHT.

Beginning of a short week

I like this week. Only 3 work days. So, instead of starting the week on a Monday it's like starting on a Wednesday. Two more days and the week is done. Yeah. Hope your Monday/Wednesday is a good one.

I'm leaving.....

...on a jet plane (NOT).

Wish I was for several reasons. First, I could read my new book (as long as I take my own tissues). Secondly, I hate the drive to Ft. Lauderdale but I love to see my Sweetie. And finally, of course, I would be there a whole lot sooner.

All my bags are packed
I'm ready to go

Oh, Crap! No they're not. I have some serious packing to do.

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me

Ya'll hang out and have a good time. I'll be back in a few days.

It's here, it's here, it's here

I snatched it out of the little post office locker, hurried to my car and ripped open the envelope. Of course, the first thing I had to do was find Army Wife Toddler Mom. It's like going to a crowded event, I wanted to find a familiar face. As expected, I was fighting leaky eyes by the time I finished her entry. I could feel her love and her pain.

I have no doubt that this will be a difficult read. But, one well worth it. Powerful. I think that is the best word I have to describe it. That is my impression after reading just the first chapter.

Thank you all for sharing the most difficult time in your lives.

Trying to look on the Bright side

Ten Humorous, Motivating Quotations To Brighten Your Day - by Mike Moore

George Bernard Shaw once said that if you find something funny search it for hidden truth. Here are few pearls of wisdom packaged in humor. Enjoy.

1. You wouldn't worry what people thought about you if you only knew how seldom they did.

2. To expect life to treat you fairly because you're a good person is like expecting a bull not to charge you because you're a vegetarian.

3.Worry is like a rocking chair; it will give you something to do, but won't get you anywhere.

4.Pain and suffering are a lot like gas....they too shall pass.

5.Always borrow money from a pessimist. They don't expect to be paid back.

6.Anyone who says that swimming is good for the figure has never taken a real good look at a whale.

7.A bore is always "ME" deep in conversation.

8.Some people think their lives are full, when really they're just cluttered.

9.If at first you don't succeed, try not to be amazed.

10.A leader without a sense of humor is like a grass cutter at a cemetery. You have a lot of people under you paying absolutely no attention.

Live Better....Laugh More

My prayers are with my Sweetie and his family

Here I am alternating between the computer and the stove. Picking at the fajitas. Staring at the phone. Waiting for it to ring. Picking it up. Dailing. No answer. Putting it down. Checking e-mail. Nibbling at the food on the stove. Over and Over again. Waiting once again for funeral arrangements to be made. My Sweetie's baby brother, this time. My heart goes out for his family. I am frustrated being so far away. Waiting for word so I can make arrangements to go to South Florida. Resisting the impulse to jump in the car and just go. I have responsibilities and obligations here. Work. Kids. And I hate it right now. I want to be there. Giving hugs. A shoulder. Holding a hand. Wiping a tear. Anything, other than listening to my phone not ring. And their phone ringing on and on and on. I know my Sweetie will call as soon as there is time and information. But, this waiting is difficult.

Thank you Vets!

Valour IT

Great Job Marines!

Naked Kisses

Oh No. Hershey's has gone and done it now. They have naked kisses. A bag of unwrapped kisses. They are supposed to be for baking. Yeah, right. Like that's gonna happen. Just rip the bag open and eat them like M&M's--by the handfuls. At least before, I would have to work to get them. Then, that little pile of silver kiss peelings would be staring at me making me feel guilty. So, I would at least hesitate before I grabbed another handful. No, not anymore. There is no evidence. No pig indicators. This is not good. Not at all. This bag ain't gonna ever see the first cookie. And I've been good and staying away from the sweets. I stopped eating sweets right after Halloween. Yeah, I know that was only 10 days ago. But, still. You have to start sometime. And now this. My diet is so screwed.

Chronic CRS

I suffer from chronic CRS (can't remember shit). Ever since I hit 40 it has been steadily and quickly getting worse. I already post notes. I'm bad about forgetting to turn things off. I have given up lighting candles. The fire threat scares me. I have left the house for the weekend and with them burning. I remembered about 3am. I have gone to bed and forgotten about them. It is just too risky. I have to ground myself to the kitchen when I am cooking or I'll get distracted. I used to shake my head in disbelief at stories of people burning their house down because they went to sleep and forgot them were cooking. I could head that organization now. The boys came home one day to find eggs frying on the stove. Still in the shell. Not a lick of water in the pot. I was boiling them and forgot. Minutes after I put them on to boil, I forgot. I went and took a long, hot bath. This crap scares me folks.

The other night I was taking full advantage of the fact that all the boys were gone. Even though they are older, it is still the best time to clean. I can turn my music up so I can hear it in every room of the house (and down to the end of the block, too). I was heading down the hall towards my bedroom when a strange noise in the boys' bathroom caught my attention. I peered in to investigate. Holy Crap! The the water was running in the bathtub and is was micrometers from over flowing. I stood there with a blank look on my face trying to figure out why the water was running and filling up the tub. I couldn't remember turning it on. I didn't have any kids home to blame it on and surly the dog didn't do it. Gott knows he won't go anywhere near the bathtub without being bribed. I had turned it on with the intent of just putting enough to cover the bottom of the tub so I could add bleach to soak the footscum out. Then I forgot. I wiped the event clean out of my memory. I swear someone has one of those devices from Men in Black that make you forget everything. It is on full power and I'm on it's radar.

I don't know what to do about this. I've looked into all the vitamins and witchdoctor stuff to improve your memory. But, hell, I can't remember to take the crap. I forget I have it. The only up side to this, is that my Sweetie is worse than I am and he is always praising me for my wonderful memory.

How to get a Telemarketer to quit his job

Next time a telemarketer calls, try this.


Via: VideoSift

Spelling Tests

I wonder if John Kerry could pass these spelling tests. I took the first test and missed 3. It said the average misses 14 out of 50. But, it is 5:30 in the am and I have had NO coffee! That lousy maid and housekeeper of mine forgot to stock up. Good help is so hard to find. I should fire her. If I fire myself, can I collect unemployment?

Finally, I've got a "girl"

Oh brother! Happy Halloween everyone.

Here are my "boys" this evening. Chowhound is the "football player". Notice his puffy muscles. See the gray neck. Yes, that is the p*nis jacket underneath the sweat shirt. He is only about 12 inches around underneath it. Just as I dreaded, his first thought was to go as a big, grey p*nis. AHHHHH! Luckily, he liked my suggestion of the sweat shirt. Slick thinking on my part. The cute cheerleader is Daredevil. Bet, you figured that one out before I even told you.

Daredevil went to his girlfriend's soccer practice dressed like that. Fishnet stockings and all. She was quite proud....and embarrassed. As everyone told me when he was little, "He's too cute to be a boy."

Home again

I attempted to post pics of George the Grouper last night but blogger was being a bugger. I'll try again today. Some of them turned out great. Those weren't the ones I took. Taking pictures underwater takes a bit more skill and coordination than I possess. Of course, I'm still in my infancy of diving and still have to remember to breathe through my mouth so I'm not swimming around in a fog. And then the buoyancy issue. I look like I'm walking a frickin tightrope in most of the pics. Evidently, swimming with my arms straight out to the sides is crucial for me. Yeah, I would be the one who falls underwater. (Yeah, VW, laugh hysterically. You've seen me on a balance beam. I'm not any more graceful balancing on water molecules.)

Happy Birthday to Me!

This has been a perfect birthday weekend. All flights were on time for a change. So, I'm back here in Exuma, Bahamas with my Sweetie. We got two dives in yesterday. The water is still warm and was relatively clear. The first dive was a beautiful reef with lots of fish. We came upon a 5ft Nurse shark sleeping. We didn't see any point in waking her. Besides, she had a nice size lobster guarding her. That was just the first of four lobsters we spotted on that dive. There were a couple of nice size groupers but none as large as the one that followed us around during the second dive. There is a old tug about 70ft down. George the grouper captains it. The local dive shop frequents it and the divemaster brings squid for George. Needless to say, George is friendly and fat (about 20-25 lbs). I personally can vouch that Grouper can have puppydog eyes. George was pitiful. He kept begging for food. He wouldn't leave me alone. I'd turn around to see where he was and almost bump noses with him. George will let you pet him. Spoiled fish. Unfortunately, we didn't take the camera with us but we are planning on taking it today. Hopefully, I can post pics when I get back state side. We only have dial up here on the island.

Time to pack up the gear. I'm wasting precious diving time.

Lazy Days

I am being absolutely worthless today. I arrived at my Sweeties on time last night. First, time in two years American Airlines didn't treat me to an all expense paid night in Miami. So, today I am 'laxing in the hammock reading my book, soaking up the sun and being rocked by a gentle sea breeze and doing nothing else. Ah, paradise. No problems Mon!

P*nises and unnecessary body parts

Another dinner conversation that left me shaking my head. I couldn't imagine what life would be like if I had daughters. I grew up in a house full of girls. There were four of us with only 7 years between oldest and youngest. I don't remember having conversations like this with my sisters even when parents were around. My boys keep it sooooooo entertaining.

Tonight, we are sitting around the table discussing the weather. Yes, that is appropriate dinner conversation. That is a topic I can handle. Although, I do have to admit that most of the time I find out about the weather by walking outside. I'm not a news person. And weather doesn't affect my job any more so it is not on the must know list. However, I did catch wind of a conversation on the radio and at work today, that a cold front is coming through. I hate cold weather. I live in Florida. It should be warm all the time. Unfortunately, I live in North Florida and evidently the emphasis will be on North tomorrow. It is supposed to be a frickin 37 degrees in the morning. Holy Crap. So, this was what the boys and I were discussing.

Me: It's going to be 37 in the morning.

Daredevil: Sweet! I'm wearing shorts.

Chowhounds eyes light up and he darts off to his room abandoning his chicken and dumplings. My thoughts are "Oh, No. What now?!" He drags himself back into the dining room with disappointment on this face. "Darn. It's at Dads."

I'm squinting my eyebrows together trying to figure out what in the world he is looking for. All of a sudden Daredevil cracks up with "What? Your big grey p*nis jacket?"

I am so glad I was not consuming anything at that moment.

Summer before last Chowhound went on a cross country tour with a Drum and Bugle corp. He returned with this extra large downfilled grey jacket. It is extremely puffy and has one of the collars that zip up to cover your neck. But, since he is an extra small and the jacket is an extra large, it covers up all but about from his eye brows up. He ducks his head in and out of the jacket collar. Hence, the comment from Daredevil. Do a visual here. I think you got the picture. Actually, Daredevil admitted that one of the girls at school called Chowhound that. I think he got the coat out of the lost and found at one of the schools in Maine or some place up there in the frozen zone. He brought it home, washed it, and has declared it appropriate Florida Winter attire. It is probably good to around 30 degrees below zero or some ridiculous temperature that should just be a myth. One cold morning he came out in a tee shirt and shorts. I cut my eyes at him and suggested he may want to wear something a bit warmer. I waited in the car while he "changed". Yeah, I should have known better. He struts out of the house looking like Popeye after a dozen cases of spinach. He was wearing this puffy jacket underneath a sweatshirt. This was another rattle my brains moment. You know, one of those times when you just shake your head, laugh, and wonder where the hell did this child come from. And, I'm really hoping it warms up and slips his mind before Halloween. I can just see some kid coming to the door for candy and this big grey thing greets him.

Anyways, back to the dinner conversation. At this point, I'm trying to change the subject and get that awful vision out of my head. One does not want to picture their child like that. It's just wrong in all kinds of ways. So, I switched gears and updated them on their cousin. My oldest sister (the one with the new marine), her husband, their oldest son (not the marine), and his girlfriend went to Orlando on Friday. Her son, Z, proposed to his girlfriend on Friday night while in the tree house at Disney. Then, on Saturday night, his new fiance rode with him in the ambulance to the hospital. What a wonderful way to celebrate your engagement. After spending half the night doing CT scans and the sorts, they determine he had an extremely large gall stone which required surgery. So, then I updated them on my Sweetie's mother. Her appendix ruptured almost 2 weeks ago and she is still in the hospital.

Then, came the observations that we have body parts we don't need. It included speculation on why we have an appendix if we don't use it. Now, they are trying to come up with other body parts aren't necessary.

Daredevil comes to the conclusion: "Well, some people have a brain and don't use it."

I tried hard not to point fingers. Good Grief.

Rough Morning

Overheard this morning:

Daredevil: "Where did I put my other shoe?"

Chowhound: "It's on your foot."

Nothing like trying to get dressed while your still half asleep.

Toasts are in order

My sister got married yesterday! In Las Vegas! By "Elvis"! The maid of honor was a show girl who escorted the groom down the aisle. I got to "be" there and I didn't have to board a plane or even take off from work. Live web cams are the next best thing to being there.

I have to admit at first I was a little disappointed in her wedding plans. It would have been wonderful to have everyone attend in person. But, it is her wedding day and she is entitled to do it anyway she wants. Besides, the type of ceremony or place does not diminish their feelings for each other. Trying to plan a traditional wedding and coordinate everyone and everything is extremely stressful. Her man had to go to Las Vegas for a conference so they decided to go early and get married before it started.

I was thrilled to be able to watch it live. My co-workers gathered around my desk and attended too. It was exciting to know that this wasn't a replay. It was happening right then. My sister was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. I listened to her giggle when she couldn't get the ring on his hand. I could see the love in their eyes as "Elvis" sang Love Me Tender. Congratulations E & L! E, I am thrilled to have you as a brother. And L, I have never seen you so happy. I know your love will only grow. I toast my glass to you both.

Domestic Violence Awareness Month

I went out in search of a purple ribbon today. I have been meaning to get one and wear it. Today, it hit close to home. Only a few miles away in fact. Today, unfortunately, a name can be added to the remember my name project.

She followed the law. He didn't. A piece of paper didn't stop him. An ankle monitor didn't stop him. His conscience didn't stop him. The police didn't stop him. So, today there is a yellow ribbon with the words crime scene surrounding a home. Today, there are two children who will grow up without a mother. Today, there is a man still fighting for his life. Today, there is another senseless death. Today, I grieve for a family I don't know. Today, they have hundreds of unanswered questions. Today, they want to know WHY.

I don't have an answer. I don't understand it either. I have gotten where I hate to watch the news or read the paper. Everyday, there is more and more senseless violence. More deaths that don't have to be. I wish I could climb up high enough for all the world to hear me shout, "STOP!" I wish I could scream that loud. A loud piercing scream that would get everyone's attention. But, there are no mountains high enough. No one voice loud enough.

I'm just frustrated. I can see so much wrong in the world and I don't understand why people don't open their eyes.

Lunch Take 2

I came home from work today starving. I decided a tuna salad sandwich sounded really good as it has been a while since I have had one. I dutifully and out of sheer politeness (because that's what mothers are supposed to do) asked Chowhound if he would like some. Of course he said yes. (He doesn't have that nickname for no reason). I fixed TWO cans of tuna complete with eggs, pickle relish, the works. Told Chowhound it was ready and made the mistake of turning my back. When I went to fix my sandwich the bowl was empty. I find him sitting in front of an empty plate with hamster cheeks. "Oh, did you want some?"

Ramen noodles are now cooking. Two packages. Maybe I will get some.

Oh boy has the last week been full of blog fodder. It's been so full there hasn't been an opportunity to sit down and take it all in much less write about it. I'll just hit the highlights.

Ground Zero. I was there. I leaned against the fence and fought back the tears. I thought about Michelle, her friends and the other people lost that day and I prayed. I quickly scanned the banner of the 2,996 names looking for the ones I learned about because of the project. My group was moving on and I had to catch up so I never found the names I searched for. But, in my mind I could see their faces and I renewed my vow never to forget. I never saw the towers in person. NYC was never on my list of must do. But, I am so glad that I had the opportunity to spend a few hours there.

Moon sighting. Daredevils. Yes, demons or something possessed that child during a band trip and he mooned the car behind the bus. It was okay in that it was some of the other band students. But, the old lady in the car next to it was slightly offended. She wrote down the bus number and reported it to the school transportation office. The Principal just told the Band Director to "deal with it". So, after the Band Director gained his composure and stiffled his snickering, he sternly warned Daredevil not to pull that stunt again. The discussion of this incident was a whole other fodder bit on it's own. Daredevil and Chowhound has consumed massive amounts of suger for dinner prior to this dialoge. It sounded like a scene out of Porkys.

"So your friend's ratted you out?"

"Must have. They didn't do a line up."

Yeah, I can just visualize the volunteers for that line up. Bend over
and pull down your pants and see if the witness can make a positive
identification.

"Did it have a mole on it?" Dardeveil confessed, "No moles, but it's
real hairy."

TMI big time. He is 19 now. I have no business knowing what his backside looks like. My days of wiping that have been long, long, long, gone.

New York Skyline

I flew into Newark, NJ yesterday. I am always in awe of the land below when flying. It is incredible to see the vastness of the forest, lakes, oceans and towns. I have flown into Miami, Jacksonville, and Los Angelos. These are the largest cities I have seen from the air. Nothing prepared me for the site of New York City from the air. I am just in awe. Of course, I have seen photos and shots of the city in Movies, but that can't replace seeing it in person. To quote Dax, "Just Damn."

Let's Say Thanks

Xerox sponsers the Let's Say Thanks Program. Go to the website, pick a postcard drawn by a kid, add a message and they will print it and send it to our soldiers. It doesn't take but just a minute and will most probably make a homesick soldier feel a little closer to home knowing that we do care.

Empty Nest coming too fast

It is quiet this morning. The house is empty except for the dog and me. Daredevil and Chowhound had a lock-in after the football game last night and then band practice until 8 tonight. I see a quiet evening too. They will hit the rack as soon as they get home.

It's quiet mornings like this that make me reflect. I think about how quickly the years are flying by. I know that soon I won't be laughing and "fussing" about the boys wrestling in the house. They won't be leaving their dirty clothes lying in the bathroom floor. Their rooms will stay clean. Their beds will be untouched. I know this day will be here before I know it.

improviser has already left. He has officially moved out. He took his bed. He didn't go far. He moved in with his Dad. He's 20. I guess I can handle that now. He has wanted to live with his Dad since we split up almost 15 years ago. I remember him talking to Daredevil. He told him he wanted to live with Dad and Daredevil replied that he wanted to stay with Mom. They were 4 and 6. They didn't realize they didn't have the choice. But, they discussed it anyway. When Daredevil said he wanted to live with me, Improviser goes, "But, then I won't have anyone to fight with. (Chowhound's) too little."

I joke around about being able to have a life when they move out. Finally, being able to figure out what I want to be when they/I grow up. But, the truth is, I'm scared. For over 20 years they have been my life. When I was tired and depressed and didn't think life was worth it, a pair of little arms would hug me and I knew I could do another tomorrow. I have needed my children as much if not more than they have needed me. They have been my friends as well as my children. I loved snuggling up at night reading books. Wrestling in the living room. Playing in the park in the rain. Jumping over waves at the beach. And now they have their own things to do and I have to find my interests. I believe that is one of the reasons I don't do everything with them now. I have to wean myself and get my own life.

Blogger Bug Battle

There's seems to be a sort of unofficial battle of the bug stories going through the blogdom. Bou and Sissy and T1Guy have all contributed. Bou cringed when one crawled on her in the middle of the night. Sissy actually smashed one in the back of her knee while sleeping. And T1G had a bug crawl in his ear.

My story is so disgusting; I gag just thinking about it. And I really can't believe I am posting this for all to see. But, considering my vast readership, I guess I am safe against total public humiliation.

A few years ago, I was over some friends' house shooting skeet and drinking. Yes, wonderful combination I know. But, it was a blast and believe it or not we saved most of the drinking for after dark around the bon fire. I think the drinking is what saved me from losing my mind later. Anyway, it hit the time of day to put away the guns and the lite alcohol and bring out the strong stuff. My boyfriend at the time, was actually being sweet and went in these friend's house to find me a cup and fix a white Russian for me. The first one and the second one went down smooth. It wasn't until the ice melted good and the third drink that I finally got to the bottom of the glass. I felt something in my mouth. I spit out a frickin German cock roach. Bleh. Absolutely disgusting. I am surprised I didn't heave my guts to the ground. A gallon of mouthwash did not make me feel any better. Needless to say, I always took my own cup no matter where I went after that.

I think I'll go throw up now and down another gallon of mouthwash.

Minority thinking

I found myself in the minority today.

One of the moms I know was complaining about her son's teacher. Her son who is 11 and in the 6th grade failed a spelling test. It wasn't because of his spelling. He failed because of capitalization (putting it when it didn't belong) and sloppy or unreadable answers (letters written on top of other letters). She raised hell with the Principal. She did not go to the teacher and ask her for her explanation. The principal sided with the parent and made the teacher change the grade.

I felt that this was wrong of the parent and the principal. I feel that they are undermining the teacher's authority. She is trying to establish a precedent and make the students concentrate on their penmenship as well as spelling. If she can't read it, how does she know it is right?

Now, this child has the opinion that the teacher is wrong. And if he disagrees with her rules all he has to do is cry to momma and she will fix it. This child has already had two rounds of in-school suspension due to behavior problems. I see a correlation here.

But, I was the only one out of five people in on this discussion that saw that point of view. Everyone else sided with the Mom. Is my thinking off base? Am I missing something? Or was I just raised differently?

I can remember words being marked wrong or at least points taken off if it was unreadable. Maybe my opinion just comes from my own personal experience. I know that there are some inept teachers but I truly believe they are far and few between. If you have a problem with the teacher or don't understand why she did something, I think she should be confronted first. Don't go over her head without giving her the benefit of discussion.

What is your opinion?

Head and Body not in synch

It's hell to get old. Once I hit 40, that was it. My body went on strike. Everything started hurting and reminding me I wasn't a teenager any more. But, some where down the line my mind didn't get the memo. In my head, I still invincible. Because of these two not being in synch, I'm limping around today going, "What the hell was I thinking?"

Daredevil had a few friends over for his birthday party yesterday. They were all out in the front yard kicking the soccer ball around. Yeah, What the hell was I thinking is correct. I had a blast with them playing keep away from me. Occasionally, I'd get lucky and snag the ball. One time Daredevil tried to steal the ball back from me and I successfully blocked his kick with my ankle. Holy Crap. Now, I understand the need for shin guards.

I want the milk and candy

Foget calgon. I want what they used in experiment #3.

Power Color

Your Power Color Is Lime Green

At Your Highest: You are adventurous, witty, and a visionary. At Your Lowest: You feel misunderstood, like you don't fit in. In Love: You have a tough exterior, but can be very dedicated. How You're Attractive: Your self-awareness and confidence lights up a room. Your Eternal Question: "What else do I need in my life?"

What's" Your Power Color?

I'll agree with this and I love that color.

It's funny, though, how my taste in colors has changed throughout the years. I remember as a child I loved yellow. My sisters and I all had different colored mugs when we were little. Mine was yellow. I'm sure mom did it so we didn't argue and whine, "she's gooooooooooot myyyyyyyy cuuuuuppppp." And being the youngest, I probably got stuck with what was left over. But, still yellow was my color. I have a picture of me when I was about 8 wearing a bright, solid yellow shirt with bright green pants. Yeah, I was big into fashion. I loved the brightness. It was clean and fresh like sunshine. It represented goodness and love. Hope.

I don't remember having a favorite color when I was a teenager. I remember my wardrobe was all bright, cheery colors. I do remember hating black. I would not buy nor wear anything black. I'm not sure why but I know I detested it. Maybe it seemed sinister and evil. When I foolishly got married at 18, I made him wear a white tux because I hated black that much. And as much as I hated black, he loved it. I should have known that wouldn't last.

In my mid-twenties when my life seemed to be falling apart, red was my power color. It made me feel strong and confident. I wore a red dress to court when I testified against my step-father. I don't know if red was a great color for a witness but it empowered me. It gave me the strength to walk into a room full of strangers with all ears and eyes focused on me. Red stayed my color for years.

Somewhere along the way, green slipped in and replaced the boldness of red. It is still strong but in a quiet way. Maybe green is the mature color of the rainbow. The color of life. The first sign of a new beginning like the grass and leaves in spring.

As I write this post, I am reminded of the song Something in Red by Lorrie Morgan

I'm looking for something in red
Something that's shocking to turn someone's head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Stockings and garters and lace underwear
The guaranteed number to knock the men dead
I'm looking for something in red

I'm looking for something in green
something to out do an ex-high school queen
Jealousy comes in the color of jade
Do you have some pumps and a purse in this shade
And a perfume that whispers "Please come back to me"
I'm looking for something in green

I'm looking for something in white
Something that shimmers in soft candlelight
Everyone calls us the most perfect pair
Should I wear a veil or a rose in my hair
Well, the train must be long and the waist must be tight
I'm looking for something in white

I'm looking for something in blue
Something real tiny, the baby's brand new
He has his father's nose and his chin
We once were hot lovers-Now we're more like friends
Don't tell me that's just what old married folk do
I'm looking for something in blue

I'm looking for something in red
Like the one that wore when I first turned his head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Just a size larger than I wore last year
The guaranteed number to knock the man dead

I'm looking for something
I've gotta have something
I'm looking for something in red.

Male alterations

I walked out into the garage this morning and caught Chowhound and Daredevil mending Chowhound's shirt. With a stapler! Anyone want to buy a sewing machine? I obviously don't need it.

There's nothin' to Plunder

Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years (and a day) too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.

Well, I'm on top of things as usual. So, much for pirates day. But, I did find a cool name thanks to my blog sister, Tink.

Your Pirate Name Is...

Skull Crusher Busty Bertha

What's" Your Pirate Name?

Homecoming Week

This ought to be an interesting week. It's homecoming. Today is Pajama Day. I am so glad I am not a teacher at my kids' school. Whoever thought this was a good idea was out of their friggin mind.

At first, Daredevil wasn't going to participate in this. Notice I said, "At First." My intitial thoughts were, "Thank goodness. I guess the boy does have some sense." You see, he doesn't own pajamas. He wears boxers. I guess. I don't ask. I don't want to know. He is almost 19. But, then he decided on an outfit. He wore his bathrobe over his regular clothes. That's fine. I can deal with it. I guess. He has been practicing flashing. And the fact that he is wearing tennis shoes with them makes this a fantastic outfit (in his eyes). Ack.

Now, we get to Chowhound and his warped sense of humor. Chowhound is the only one of my boys who likes wearing pajama pants and owns a pair. He intends on wearing them to school today. I never in my life thought they would be worn outside this house. If I had, I probably wouldn't not have let him get them. They are "Beer Nut" pajama pants that say "Sweet and Salty". I can so see this getting perverted in the teenage world. Double Ack.

I better check and see what the other dress up days are this week. I can see blog fodder coming my way in droves. I sure hope I don't get any phones calls today.

Hotel vs Motel

Chowhound wanted to know the difference between a Hotel and a Motel. But, before I had a chance to say anything he offered his opinion. "I think a HOtel is where the Ho's go and a MOtel is where MOst other people go." Holy Crap. I about spit my lemonade out. I should know better than to have dinner conversations with my kids.

Breaking Resolutions

I'm off to break one of my New Year's Resolutions: to procrastinate. Yes, I'm dreadfully ashamed that I can not bear it any longer. I have kept my promise long enough today I have to break it.

I have been doing an online management program. Yes, it is as boring as it sounds. Five of the six courses in the program have been completed. One remains taunting and teasing me. I have done about half of it. It is a fine and uplifting course in Inventory Management and Control. It isn't that controlling inventory is difficult but on paper they sure want you think you need to know more than pluses and minuses. I'm sure it was someone with about a dozen letters after their name.

Today, I am bound and determined to put this nagging course behind me. So, that tomorrow I have a clean conscience and can start on the other 5 million half-finished projects I have. I love jumping into something and getting the bulk done but when it comes to the fine, boring, tedious details I have a slight tendency to get distracted and move on to something more exciting. I probably need to delve into that more because I think it applies to my relationships as well.

Oh, well. I'm off to the library so I can pretend to concentrate without the laundry, cooking, kids, dogs, and blogs interrupting and tempting me.

Book Meme

I leave town for R &R and I get hit with homework while I'm gone. Thanks "Mom".

1) A book that changed my life:

The Courage to Heal by Ellen Bass and Laura Davis

2) A book I've read more than once:

The Little Prince. This is my favorite book. It is a reminder to never grow up entirely.

Other books I've read over and over and over: children's books (I think I've read every Dr. Suess book about a million times)

Anything else I've read more than once was by accident because I didn't remember I read it or because I didn't have anything new to read.

3) A book I'd take to a desert island:

How to build a boat from nothing.

4) A book that made me laugh:

Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich
Don't Stop the Carnival by Herman Wouk

5) A book that made me cry:

I know there are some but I can't immediately recall which ones.

6) A book I wish had been written:

Children's Remote Control Operator's manual.

7) A book that should never have been written:

Help me Be Good series. A series of children's books that should have been named "Help me be Bad". They gave my boys ideas of things to do to get into trouble instead of teaching them what not to do. I promptly threw these books out.

8) A book I'm currently reading:

Just finished Dark Harbor by Stuart Woods.

9) A book I'm planning to read:

Not sure. I'm searching. Any suggestions.

10) Five people I'll send these questions on to: Volunteers only.

Somebody's 40

My BGGD (BlogGreatGrandDaddy) Harvey is 40. Happy Birthday. Last year, he requested "boobies" for his birthday. This year his requested theme is blue. So, I tried very hard to incorporate the two.

So, I googled "blue boobies" and got these cute little fellows:



While technically it's correct, it's just not what I picture Harvey chasing around the backyard.

So, then I tried "blue knockers"



Well. That "ain't quite right." Back to the Google board. Let's just quit playing with words and go for the gusto.

Let's try "blue tits".



Apparently, the person who named birds was away from home a little too much. He was probably thinking about THIS. Oh, well sorry BGGD. I couldn't find you a gift this year. But, I tried. Happy birthday anyway.

Patrick O'Keefe

Patrick O'Keefe, of Oakdale, New York is one of 2,966 that are being remembered today. He was one of the firefighters who was just doing his job that day. He was only 44.

Shortly after that tragic day, GermanTown Academy held a Middle School Dance and donated the proceeds to FDNY Rescue 1 and particularly in honor of Patrick. His sister-in-law wrote a letter to the class and included a wonderful tribute by Patrick's niece.

The part of the tribute that captured my heart the most said, "Pat, was a giver. He gave us all the gift of laughter. He gave us the gift of family and true friendship. Blue waters, blue skies, seen through those blue eyes-he subconsciously taught so many the true meaning of 'smooth sailing'.

It's not what lies before us and it's not what lays ahead, but more that lies within us that truly matters in our lifetime. You are within us Pat--in our hearts and souls as we endeavor to live as you did -filled with life, love, and laughter. We miss you, Pat."

Patrick was one of the everyday heros who put his life second to all those he was sent to rescue. I'm sure it never occurred to him to turn back or not to do his job. There are probably some people who are at home with their families today because of him. This act of courage demonstrates his selflessness. He gave his life so that others could live. He fought and died in a war against terror without realizing he was a soldier.

Thank you, Patrick. We will not forget.

*I am not an offical participant of the 2,996 project. But, As I scrolled through randomly picking names, I came across Patrick. While the person who was chosen to pay tribute to him wrote a wonderful piece on that day, she did not mention Patrick (or had not posted it at the time I checked). So, I felt compelled to pay tribute to him. I didn't have a lot of time to research and find out about his life, but what I did find out was moving especially since he was one of the firefighters. I didn't want Patrick left out.

Virtual Memorial

If you would like to light a candle and leave a message this is an awesome site.

Virtual Memorial

NEVER FORGET

2,996

Urgent Request

I have a special request for everyone. Please help. As you know, my nephew is away at Paris Island completing Marine bootcamp. He only has a few more weeks to go but it is getting tough. He sent a letter to his mom and begged her to please have everyone send him letters of encouragement. He says it will help to have something to take his mind off things there. He says it is a "crazy place".

So, please, if you could jot down a few words of encouragement for Recruit Gene and e-mail the letters to me at chaos.2.serendipity@gmail.com I will print them and send them to him. I thought it would be encouraging to know that people who don't even know him support what he is doing. I know that some of you out there have endured bootcamp and can empathize. I appreciate anything. Words of encouragement. Jokes. Bootcamp horror stories. Anything to help get him through. Thank you.

Memorable movies--obviously not

My memory is getting worse by the day. I hate this. I realize it more and more. The other night I rented some movies. I don't do this on a regular basis because my attention span is poor and I either don't sit still and end up puttering around the house during the movie and missing parts of it or I fall asleep. It has to be a very intriguing plot to keep my attention. There are very few movies that fall into this category.

So, Daredevil, Chowhound and I went to the video store and each chose a movie. I picked Inside Man. The shop owner recommended the movie. I read the jacket and thought it sounded good. We get home. Daredevil opens the DVD player. Pulls out a disc and says, "Hey, Mom. Guess what was in the DVD player?" Yep. You guessed it. Inside Man. We own the stupid movie. It was the last movie I watched. Improviser bought it. I have watched it twice. Yet, I couldn't remember it at the time. I felt so stupid. I went back to the video store and sheepishly asked if I could trade it for something else. I admitted to her that I owned a copy. She got a good chuckle out of it. But, I sure felt like an idiot.

Monkey See, Monkey Do

I had to take the Personality Test too.

Your Five Factor Personality Profile

Extroversion: You have low extroversion. You are quiet and reserved in most social situations. A low key, laid back lifestyle is important to you. You tend to bond slowly, over time, with one or two people. Conscientiousness: You have low conscientiousness. Impulsive and off the wall, you don't take life too seriously. Unfortunately, you sometimes end up regretting your snap decisions. Overall, you tend to lack focus, and it's difficult for you to get important things done. Agreeableness: You have medium agreeableness. You're generally a friendly and trusting person. But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism. You get along well with others, as long as they play fair. Neuroticism: You have medium neuroticism. You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic. Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy. Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of. Openness to experience: Your openness to new experiences is low. You're a pretty conservative person, and you favor what's socially acceptable. You think that change for novelty's sake is a very bad idea. While some may see this as boring, many see you as dependable and wise.

The Five Factor Personality Test

It's pretty accurate. Although, I am a very conscientious person. Too much for my own good sometimes. It really gets in the way. But, other than that the test describes me.

Winners

Chowhound had a cross country meet this weekend. It was a huge invitational. There must have been well over 1000 high school kids competing in all the events combined (girls, boys, JV and Varsity). I was amazed at the turn out. Some parents gripe about their teenagers sleeping all weekend and here were all these kids choosing to run 3.1 miles at 8 am on a Saturday. I was the one wanted to sleep in.

These kids are amazing. I am not a runner. I have tried it but my body revolts. I stick with roller blades, bicycles or elliptical machines. Anything to ease the impact on my joints. So, to see these teenagers volunteering to sweat profusely and push their bodies at that time of morning is simply amazing. I congratulate each and everyone of them just for showing up. They are all winners in my book.

However, there were a few that stuck out from the crowd yesterday. Two that struck a cord in my heart and made me want to cry. They weren't the leaders of the pack. They both went in knowing that they wouldn't come in first. They weren't competing against others. Their opponent were much tougher. They fought against themselves.

One girl fought against her weight. I admire her strength and determination. Physically, she was obviously not a runner like the rest of the kids. But, she was there. She sweated. She struggled. She finished. She is a winner. It takes great guts and determination to do something when you know that you will stick out of the crowd. But, she chose to do it anyhow. What courage! The other parent I was talking to commented that she would never have put herself in that position. She couldn't face the humiliation of coming in last and standing out from the crowd because of her weight. That my friends, is what is going to make the difference in this young girl's life. She choose to do what others are embarrassed to do. I applaud her. She will go far in life.

The other big winner of the day took me by surprise. Chowhound had finished his run and we were heading back to our tent. We stopped at the track to wait on a few runners. We waited at the final turn in the track. Just one turn and one straight away to go. As we waited and watched, I heard a few kids start cheering for one particular boy. He was a little bitty boy. He didn't look like an athlete. He was walking. He was fighting back tears. I just wanted to go hug him. I felt so bad for him. His chest was heaving for air. You could see the anguish and grief in his face. He didn't want to cry in front of all these people. The other kids from his team kept cheering him on and then slowly everyone around us starting cheering for this kid. He kept walking. As he walked around the bend of the track I noticed what made him so special. He had an inhaler in his hand. This kid had asthma or something and yet he still competed in an event that requires a great deal of something he couldn't get. Oxygen. Wow. What a trouper! He started a slow jog and finished the race. Just Wow. I really fought back the tears.

These two are truly winners. Their prizes won't be a trophy or anything they can pin to their chest or wear around their necks. But, something far greater in value. Self respect. Honor. These kids have guts. They have what it takes to go against the odds. They have courage.

Home again, home again

I'm alive and well. I'll start posting adventures as soon as I beat them out of the boys. I'm sure they created all kinds of blog fodder while I was gone, now I just have to find out what it was. Details soon.

Alive and well in Key West

We made it to Key West. I'll post adventures later.

Cross County Team and STD

I love conversations with my boys. I never know what to expect. First off, stories usually start with an ending and then work backwards to the beginning.

Now, please remember I am trying to drive during this conversation. Chowhound is in the passenger seat and Daredevil is in the back.

Chowhound: Did I tell you what the cross county team found the first day of practice?

Me: Yeah, a (stuffed toy) bear.

Chowhound: Did I tell you what we named it?

Me: Ya'll named the bear?

Chowhound: Yeah. STD.

Daredevil is rolling in the back seat choking out STD in fits of disbelief.

Me (rolling my eyes and dreading the answer): STD? Why?

Chowhound: SUPER TOUGH DUDE! I can see all of the cross country team huddled before the meet and then yelling STD. I don't think the coach would like it but it would be funny.

My children have a sick sense of humor. They are so wrong.

Somehow this lead into stupid joke time:

Daredevil: A priest walks into a bar. Ouch.

Boo. Hiss. Boo. Throw tomatos. Something. Chowhound retorts with: What was Beetoveen's favorite fruit? Baa Naa Naa Naa

Ack! Do you see what I have to live with?

This isn't good

No matter which computer model you look at, Ernesto is headed to Florida. He should only be a minor Hurricane by standards, but he is a major pain in my a$$. I have a 7am flight to Ft. Lauderdale Thursday morning with plans to drive to Key West for the weekend with my Sweetie. He is scheduled to have shoulder surgery Wednesday and he thought that Key West would be a great place to recuperate. Maybe Ernesto will speed up and move out of Florida or just take a wide right and miss us altogether. The good news is maybe the Hurricane will chase all the other tourist out of Key West and the weather will be clear for our trip.


I am trying to be optimistic. This is not the first or second or third hurricane that has threatened one of my rendezvous with my Sweetie. We always seem to get through it and we will this time too. But, I am stressed now.

Ack. I hate hurricanes.

Happy Blogiversary

VWBug's blog is 2 years old. I'm sure she forgot since she didn't post about it. So, I will.

VW is a very special person. I have known her most of my life. There were years when we lost touch just because that is how life is sometimes. But, that changed two years ago when she started blogging. Through her words and pictures she has given me and the rest of the world a front row seat into her life. Blogs are personal. They are touching. They become part of who we are and introduce us to others who share our trial and tribulations and others who don't but can offer support.


We have listened to VW lose her mind from sleep deprivation. We watched two babies grow from tiny tots to handsome young boys. (I can't believe how they have grown.) I'm sure I wasn't the only one who cried when she lost her Dad. And Wednesday are no longer dreaded since wait in anticipation of Humor for Dreaded Wednesdays.

There's a lot more I could write and links I could add but time is short so I'll just cut to the chase. Thank you VW for sharing and including us in your life. I'm sure I speak for a bunch of people, We love you and cherish your boys and your blog. Here's to another year of blogging. I hope you get some much deserved "me" time now that school has started and some much needed sleep.

Congratulations.

A Day off?

I can't believe I am not working today. No OT for me this weekend. I get to relax and...

go car shopping and make the boys clean their rooms and the yards and I get to pay bills and grocery shop and clean house and wash the dog and the car and finish painting and...

wait a minute, on second thought maybe I will go to work.