After reading LaYen’s post then going to LuLu’s to see what the ruckuss was all about, I regretfully must postpone todays disertation until morning.
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You Are A: Puppy!
Beloved by all, puppies are energetic, playful, and loving. Your playful and outgoing nature is part of what makes you a puppy. Known for their loyalty, puppies make great pets for young and old alike. And an innocent puppy face can melt anyone’s heart!
You were almost a: Frog or a Squirrel
You are least like a: Chipmunk or a GroundhogWhat Cute Animal Are You?
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Since I went to bed pretty late last night (1ish, I think), this morning was tough for me to wake. The dog needed to go outside and do her business (she’s an entrepreneur) and woke me earlier than I would’ve liked. Lack of sleep and getting woken up before my time gets me either 1) cranky or 2) a migraine or 3) pissy. So I ate some Pops instead of my Kashi Go Lean then layed on the couch on the laptop looking for motorcycle boots while my kids played video games and hubby programmed on his laptop. Daddy (that’s what I call him – an omage to Ozzy Osbourne, Sharon calls him that and I find it endearing) made him & the kids lunch while I scarfed down my famous Dill Chicken Pasta Salad (no, I don’t have a recipe – I wing it – so you can ask all you want but I won’t create one either). P played Dora on the computer for 10 minutes then I put her down for a nap (at 3yrs old it’s awfully tricky sometimes) and tried to take one as well since I had a migraine by then (doesn’t mean I wasn’t cranky or pissy though – double negative, that’s ~j’s favorite). An hour later I still wasn’t asleep and daddy walked in to save the day. Told P to get up, she hadn’t fallen asleep either, and tell daddy mommy’s trying to take a nap. I tossed and turned and still didn’t go to sleep. Then I remembered something my mom told me about headaches. I won’t divulge details but instead of doing what she suggested I thought of something else that’s close to it. Tried but it didn’t do the trick so I just got up and showered (finally). Then I remembered our neighborhood BBQ was in a couple hours and I wasn’t prepared (no shock there). I asked P to go with me to the grocery store but she didn’t want to. After a while my 6yr old said he wanted to go with me (which is shocking because he usually fights me when I try getting him to) then P piped up and said she wanted to go; she is J’s little copy-cat. We toddled off to Macy’s and ran into my friend TS, who I haven’t seen in a LONG time since she lives in Orem and that’s so far away (heehee). The kids played the shy act (which is the thing that annoys me the most lately), we exchanged our new cell phone #’s and she gave me a magazine that she’s in this month after promising to get together at the pool with our kids to catch up. Inside J picked out the hotdogs (at the deli, they’re HUGE) and selected a bunch of fresh green beans (courtesy of my mom turning him on to fresh green beans her last visit) and P and I selected Tang for the cooler we would take to the BBQ. Paid for our stuff then remembered that I forgot the ice so I stepped back to the same cashier and charged $1.06 for a bag of ice. She gave the kids suckers that kept them sane until we got home.
*I actually finished this whole post, selected all to then do the spell check and it erased every last word. The Recover Post button gave me back 1/3 so now I’m going to breeze through, which might’ve been the reason why this happened to me — to speed up the process in the future.*
Went to the BBQ with a migraine (but I took 2 Excedrine Migraine pills before I left — they work wonders with my headaches), saw people, told my hubby I’m so lucky to have him and I love him then walked home with the kids. Oh, before walking home there was a young girl driving down the street and got to the end that’s blocked of where she got pissy, turned around and drove faster-than-she-should’ve back out almost taking out a couple kids, mine being 2 of them. “She’s ephen kidding me!” or something to that matter but using the “ephen” to emphasize my seriousness. When I see her again in that piece of crap car I will be giving her my 2 cents. Talked with the north neighbor about his river that runs through my property when he waters the grass, melatonin with his pharmasist wife and scout camp next week then went in to put the kids to bed. Read a book and was ready for teeth brushing when P came to me with the toothpaste container in her mouth (the dispensing end in her mouth) – I snapped at her so she cried and refused to brush. I coaxed her into letting me and we got through it. She has this thing about putting her brother to bed (if we turn off the light she’ll freak out, turn the light back ON so that she can turn it OFF), giving him a kiff and shutting his door.
They’re in bed so I came down and watched this weeks “So You Think You Can Dance” on the DVR but last nights performances got cut out so I didn’t get to see them (ticked). I’m bummed that Musa was eliminated because he’s hot and I like watching him with Natalie – she bawled and I almost did for her. After that a little SNL with Matthew Perry playing Joey on Friends and Quinton playing Chandler like a wierd gay guy. Then it was Dr. 90210 but it’s a rerun about labiaplasty, breast reduction on a female to male transitioner and anal bleaching.
H showed up at 11:30pm in my driveway but called before she tried coming in (okay because my door is always locked anyway). Luckily I had my phone with me (I usually don’t, that’s why I’m bad at answering it). Hubby returned shortly after that and she left about 12:30am.
Now I’m spent and should’ve been in bed hours ago. I hope I get a goodnight’s sleep so I don’t drag tomorrow. I think I’ll put the dog in J’s room so he can take her out in the morning and I might get a few minutes more shut-eye. At least not get woken up before my time.
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In honor of CW, I am going to post the next handful of blogs with my daily life. She has this CRAZY idea that all our lives (and by ALL I mean those of us in this close-knit blogland) are just honkey dorey and nobody has any problems. Pshaw.
Murphy’s Law: bad things happen in 3’s. This week I found out there’s a divorce happening in our family, 1 in our neighborhood that’s a friend and my SIL had an emergency surgery to remove fluid from her lungs (one side was working at 3%).
Last night we had kinda-distant cousins stay here on their way back to Minnesota; 2 adults and 5 kids. The oldest is 17 & acts like the world is ending, next is a normal boy who behaves splendidly, then a normal girl with beautiful eyes, 4th is the stomach flu victim who barfed on my bathroom shag rug and last is a 9yr old girl the size of my 6yr old boy. That last one was the 1st one up this morning and came up to our rooms freaking the dog into a barking frenzy from her kennel and giggled as it happened. I was right when I thought I needed to wear pj’s to bed last night instead of my undies; just knew I’d get a wake-up call and I didn’t want to warp whatever child was doing the waking. I drove the mom & kids to the park to play while the hubbies talked “shop”.
Received a box in the mail from My Lisa with a return-envelope & 2 quarters so I can send her the pictures I took this weekend of her boyfriend, who lives in Utah, and her, who lives in Seattle. She also sent a frame so I can print the best picture and drop it on his doorstep.
I made an appointment for our dog to get spayed/neutered next week along with her shots. Called GNC to make sure they had Melatonin “chewables” in stock so I wouldn’t waste a trip. Returned the call of a client requesting a headshot photoshoot and more kids pics. Talked to my landscaper about getting our sod. Rode my bike up to C&B’s to show-and-tell and borrow the trampoline tool so my landscaper can take ours apart to then put it back together. B is an EXTREMELY organized guy so when I couldn’t find our own tramp tool I knew he’d have his and know exactly where it was. Stopped by T’s and let her sit-and-start the bike. We agreed that it’s friggin’ hot. Drove down to the DMV and registered the bike; liked the ring of the lady who helped me. Swung by GNC and picked up the Melatonin and let the kids look at the water feature outside the store. Kept explaining to the kids that in order to get the ice cream treat they had to be super good while we ran errands. That was a tough request for 2 siblings that find joy in bugging each other (I know y’all are going to say that’s what they do; it’s just annoying). Swung by the motorcycle shop for 2 tiny tail lights. The guy was really nice and didn’t charge me — points for the parts guy. I’m sure I’ll make up for it in other parts I’ll need. Talked to the service dept. about a 2 minute shifter fix – they said to drop by with the bike and they’ll adjust it. Sweet. The kids finally performed to my satisfaction so we swung through DQ for ice cream cones. The girl got the order wrong and gave us 3 cones and a Brownie Batter Blizzard (ephen yummy) when I only needed 2 cones (kids) & blizzard (me). I didn’t realize it until I drove off. Stuck with the dilema of what to do with the extra cone I decided to eat it because it’d melt faster & messier than the blizzard that’s in a cup. Pulled up to a kid holding a “get your car washed” sign, explained the situation and offered him the blizzard. He was thrilled (I hope my kid doesn’t accept food from strangers). Funny thing though… on my way home from dinner the car wash was closed but the cup and spoon was sitting in the grass right by the corner he was standing on. Litterer.
Finally reached H and insisted we sit down so she can fill me in on life. My kids wanted to run through the sprinkler so I told them to go ahead and get their clothes wet. My son couldn’t believe his ears and said, “No, mom, that would not be good.” I have a pretty tight leash on those kids – he knew they’re not supposed to just jump into the sprinklers with clothes on. They sure had fun though and I got caught up a bit with H.
Went home. Attached my new license plate to the bike and installed the tiny lights then hubby pulled up. No, didn’t make dinner – but I’m going out with girls for dinner. Rode my bike (for myself, of course, but mostly for CW tonight) to dinner and had a lovely time with Lisa, Carina, Sistah & baby, Tiffany & kids, Melody’s Garden, Compulsive Writer, Sister Pottymouth, ~j and WendySue. Got to ride into the sunset with CW (one of her 7’s) on my bike.
Swung by a friends to talk with her hubby about his motorcycle search then ran into C on my way home. She freaked and insisted her hubby was home and would want to see so I reluctantly (just kidding) rode to their house and showed off, yet again.
Got home, iced my back, spent time with my hubby and now writing the blog. I’m spent. It’s been a long day. Tomorrow I hope there’s not as much to write about because I just realized how long this ephen post has gotten.
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Left to right starting at the top: hubby’s dad/mom, hubby & I with our kids, hubby’s preggo sister & her hubby. Then the next picture is hubby’s sister & her hubby and daughter, hubby’s brother & his wife with their baby then hubby’s 2 youngest brothers.
While we were on holiday with family (hubby’s side) there was a golf course to set the perfect backdrop for pictures… until the sprinklers turned on! Nobody got wet, but we all sure bolted off the greens pretty fast.
Speaking of golfing, I went with Bowler Girl and Azucar for MY FIRST TIME (golfing, of course) last week and had a blast. Surprised that I was not completely and utterly horrible (I mostly kept the ball on the green and only lost 1 ball), I left with excitement looking forward to my next time. However, within the hour my back was KILLING me (I’ve got 3 bulging discs in my lower back from a fender bender years ago) enough to visit the chiropractor immediately then put on a strict regimend of ice and ibuprofen (then another Dr. appt with another tomorrow). It’s been 9 days and I’m still dying — eek. One cool thing from it is I now have a portable electro-shock device that attaches to my back for a little relief. Or to my children if they misbehave.
Just kidding (about the children).
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This question was asked of me while I was closing a blog after barely logging on. The blog belongs to someone I love so I really tried to read what he had written but pretty-much-naked chicks in provocative poses kept popping up everywhere and I couldn’t read without being forced to navigate around them. Even the friends that left comments had porn-like avatars and animated critters bouncing their naked boobies.
Now, I’m not so prude that I can’t move my browser box to cover the offensive material and continue on with the reading. But the pictures kept following me and popping up where I was trying to read. There was a slide show running on the side with a different girl in each frame, barely covering her nips and/or foliage — extremely distracting.
No wonder it’s so hard for kids and adults to avoid the addictive trap of pornography.
So I closed the page altogether and was instantly attacked with the following:
“You’re not even going to read what he wrote?” in a snippy tone.
No, I don’t want to look at porn while trying to.
“Why DON’T you want to look at porn?” in an accusatory tone.
Um…
I’m not sure how to answer that. I’m sure y’all can imagine people being asked “Why DO you look at porn?” But I was caught off guard with the question the other way around. So I’ll use this forum to write a simple reason —
I believe there is a time and place for provocative nudity… in private with your spouse.
That is what I believe. There is nothing wrong with my POV just because it might contradict yours. My perspective does not harm anyone so there is no basis for an argument. I DO NOT love this person ANY LESS because he choses this behavior. That’s not the kind of person I am. I DO NOT feel that I am a BETTER person because I am against porn. I’m not that kind of person either. Because the question was asked of me I just wanted to give an answer.
And there you have it.
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David Spade (a.k.a. Joe Dirt) is more than Snarky. These 2 pictures about put me over the edge in hottness. It’s not that he’s physically secksy (although that rigged fantasy trail on the Tilt-a-Whirl begs me to differ) but his snarkiness gets my motor running. NONE of my friends that have found out about my feelings for DS agree or understand but they love me anyway. So this post is for you, Mr. Spade, I am your biggest fan and I don’t just like you for yo’ bawdy.
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These have been done in the last year. There is one missing because I don’t have a picture of it yet – it’s a blue/white pinwheel for my nephew (2nd to make me an Aunt).
Actually I think this was made over a year ago because I just saw the little guy who has this blankie and I think he’s almost 2. Eek! Fun monkey fabric.
I about killed myself over this one. My FIRST full-size-adult blankie. Baby blankets are quite manageable because they’re smallish. THIS one, phew. I decided to make a blankie for a friend that is so kind to everyone. Don’t think he gets as much as he gives. I joked with him once that I’d trade him a professional framed photograph of his brothers work (he’s locally famous for his photos) for a blankie. I meant the blankie I was already planning to make for their last baby but he tried to make it seem like it would really be for him. So, with his wifes permission, I set ahead to make him his own. I thought it’d just be 2 pieces of fabric, sewn right sides together, turned right sides out and stitched around the edge – maybe tacking it down here and there so it didn’t lay funny. But I couldn’t find the fabric I had pictured in my mind because they only made that kind 45″ wide and not 60″. Then I went off the deep end and picked this Bullseye pattern because it’s a masculine design and he’s very meticulous so it fit. I busted this blanket out in about a week and gave it to him on his wifes birthday (SHE insisted I take it to him that day instead of waiting until Christmas). The whole family loves it and that makes me happy.
I dabble in purses. These were my first 2 and I’ve made a couple since. I might make some wallets similar because I cannot find the perfect wallet to hold all my frequent-purchase cards (like the buy 10 get one free at Bajio and stuff).
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