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…THAT is the question for today.

It was a lovely day spending it with my little family (including the dog). We all jumped in the family rig to first pick up the “My Kids, Jack, Piper” necklace I commissioned (and by that I mean a gal at the Bluecreek Boutique in P.G. was selling her wares and I bought one, personalized) then buy some treats for Jack’s last soccer game of the season. As we’re walking into the grocery store I see a dark-haired gal walking out that looks like someone I know. However, I wasn’t exactly sure because I’ve only seen her once a few weeks ago and so wanted to take a closer look. But she was also looking at me then looking away (probably thinking the same thing OR wondering if I’m Lebanese). Trying to check her out without being obvious and not wanting to say anything until I knew I was right. We get to the point where we’re just about to pass each other and both HAD to look again THEN we squealed each others names and embraced — in the grocery store parking lot. Of course my hubby shuffled the kids along into the store, not wanting any part of the theatrics, I guess. What fun it was to see her!

Oh, the other part of today that was a bit surprising to me was the items in our cart. Remember, we were there for Jack’s soccer game individually pre-wrapped treats. What ended up in our cart was a couple bags of miniature marshmallows (Ben insisted that the bag we ALREADY have at home is stuck together), doughnuts (we buy doughnuts maybe twice a year), 3 boxes of Halloween packaged cereal (Ben said we had to have them in honor of our favorite holiday), caramel corn (because I had been talking about them the night before and still had a hankering for some), gummy eyeballs and individual packs of chips (they’re darned cute). I looked at Ben and said (no offense meant), “This looks like a cart for white trash.” We grabbed a handful of bananas, oranges then got some orange juice. Not quite balancing the junk in the cart, but a commendable effort, none-the-less.

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Tell me, after watching this, if you didn’t FEEL like crying (a little happy a little sad). I’ve seen this before on TV and felt the pang a little then too but this time, I really almost shed some tears. I’m a wus – I know. Not knowing what it is yet, you might be a little worried about my mental state. I worry too ;o)

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Let me know if you can make it to my Lia Sophia party this Thursday at 7 o’clock in the evening. There will be no less than 3 infants under the age of 3 months in attendance if that draws ya (the consultants (that’s Cathy if you know her) baby Nora, ~j’s Mister Quinn and my newest nephew visiting from the NW Mister Owen Hinckley). I’m not a big baby fan but I know others that are ;o) Lia Sophia has a lifetime warranty against loss, damage or breakage and they have great promotions that save your pocketbook. Plus, my view of the valley is unbeatable. Challenge me if you will. I don’t care. I can take it. Try me ;o)

www.LiaSophia.com

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When the 1st freaky thing happened this week (technically it was Saturday, but if we’re counting a week as 7 days I’m within the time frame, as opposed to Sunday – Saturday) I wasn’t shocked. I suppose I should’ve been, like everyone else in proximity, but I wasn’t.

As soon as Jack’s soccer game started the action began; off the field, not on (well, on the field of course because there are a bunch of 6 year olds running around after a ball). I glance over and see a mom ask her little 4yr old girl if the baby ate anything while finger-swiping the baby’s mouth and pounding on his back. Other parents around surrounded her suggesting different techniques to get the lodged item out while I stood there, in my same spot, watching. I noticed the baby’s body go limp before anyone else did (the mom was still trying to get whatever it was out of the mouth) and proceeded to call 911 (the baby quickly turned purple/blue). There had to have been about 6 other parents hovering over but nobody heard me say I’m calling 911. As the operator asked me where we were the mom squealed to call 911 and I finally got through to them that I was already on the phone and the paramedics were on their way. I was the only one staying calm. Maybe it was because I don’t know the mom or the baby. Perhaps it’s because I don’t usually freak out in emergencies (I could tell you stories about the school losing my kindergartener SEVERAL times last year). Whatever the reason I’m glad that’s the way I am because you need someone to keep their cool sometimes. It was almost like I was standing outside of myself – kinda; it was a very scary situation. Afterwards another mom complimented me on my ability to stay calm and quickly call 911. Somebody had to. I hope that if ever (knock on wood) I have a moment of panic involving my children that someone near will be calm for me. (The baby finally came too and the mom drove him to the hospital before the paramedics arrived.)

So that was 1.

Then yesterday Piper and I were running errands (she’s done with the UTI that involved E Coli – that is another story too; but now has a nasty let’s-wake-up-every-hour head/chest cold) and stopped at Kohl’s to do a return. Oh, and compulsive shop…picked up a pink Happy Bunny shirt for Piper that reads, “I already know I’m perfect so stop staring.” As we left the store and got to the car I noticed 2 women running with a baby stroller to their car. Hmm. Whatever. Put Piper in her seat and looked back at their car. They were grabbing PILES of baby clothes on hangers out of the bottom basket of the stroller and tossing them onto the floor of the back seat – no Kohl’s bags in sight. They were RUSHING to get the baby (there was a real baby in the stroller at least) and the merchandise into the car while looking over their shoulder at the store doors. Shoplifters, definitely. Got into my car and pulled up to the store doors to go tell the cashier (prices go up to compensate for shoplifters — I LIKE the cheap deals). As I drove out after them (they were TEARING out of the parking lot), trying not to look suspicious, I got their license plate number and called the number on my Kohl’s receipt to report it. After a zillion “Push X for jewelry. Push Y for childrens…” I finally got a live person and gave them the info.

So, what should my new name be in the Witness Protection Program? I hope they relocate us to some place exotic and tranquil. What would you want yours to be?

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My bro-in-law is a WINNER!!!

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As the title reads, I think I’ll grow my hair out again. Right now it’s just a little longer than in my avatar but still the same shape.

What triggered my desire to change it was my first group ride with the LOH (Ladies of Harley) a couple weeks ago. We rode down to Payson and had a delicious dinner at some place down there – it’d be good if I remembered the name but I don’t. While we ate, a guy named Jesse played guitar and sang for us – he was good – I liked it loads. Anyway… One of the riders has long blonde hair (like mine used to be for years) and it was pulled back in one giant pony with a bunch of ties about every 2 inches to keep it in place. Honestly, it looked like how they sometimes do horse tails – but better. As I watched her ride, I realized that if I grew out my hair again and put it in a pony I’d look less like a lesbian than I do now (with the short hair and no make-up; my body’s a little butch too in my leathers). Nothing against lez’ but I just don’t want to be mistaken for one and get hit on then have to let the poor gal down by telling her that I’m straight and married. I’d be doing it to save others the embarrassment.

See how nice I am?

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Last night I made scrambled eggs (added cilantro & cheddar cheese), ham and toast for dinner. My 6yr old son, Jack, requested it especially. He saw me add the cilantro and asked what it was. After telling him it’s an herb/seasoning he asked if he could try it to see if he likes it. Um, no, it’s something you try when it’s IN the food (could you imagine tasting ANY herb sans food and liking it?). He was fine with my answer and we moved on.

In the middle of dinner he finally says, out of turn and loudly,

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Don’t you wish all compliments were that charged? I do ;o)

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