tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262923562024-03-13T12:36:13.733-07:00Adult DeprivedA stay at home mother of four seeks adult interaction even if it is through a computer screen.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.comBlogger228125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-27749235919970709702012-12-07T01:02:00.001-08:002012-12-07T01:02:10.580-08:00I Heart Faces - Someone I Love & Burst of Red<div style="text-align: center;">
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This is the man I love. He is a Godly man. He is a hardworking man and an outstanding father. This man is very good to his wife! I love so many things about him and one of those things is the fact that he can doze off in the midst of our swirling household long enough to let the kids decorate him. <br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-85089748250374261432012-12-04T23:59:00.001-08:002012-12-05T00:01:01.904-08:00I Heart Faces - Shadow Play<div style="text-align: center;">
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This is a Christmas tradition in our home. We bring out all our winter stuffies and set up a snow scene at the top of our living room windows. The scene varies from year to year but a few things remain the same: the penguin with the green hat always goes for a belly slide, and a lighted evergreen garland is hung around them. I love how the little lights peeking through the boughs casts a playful dance of light and shadow.<br />
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I do read actual books, novels, paperbacks, fiction and non-fiction, however, if I am being honest with myself (and you) this is what I read the most of.<br />
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On Thanksgiving each year I bring out all our Christmas movies. There are twice as many as shown here. We watch the bejeebers out of 'em until January 1st when they go back into the vault (otherwise known as the bottom of the book shelf behind the box of random electronic parts). Being able to only watch them one month out of the year makes them that much more special. In fact, it would seem, that's what makes most things about Christmas special.<br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-25788481521723583022012-12-02T02:50:00.001-08:002012-12-02T03:35:01.230-08:00I Heart Faces - MeSo here I am, with my camera. It is nothing special. A Sony Cybershot with 3x zoom and 7.2 mp. It takes nice pictures. No one buys my pictures or pays me to take pictures. We just do our <i>thang </i>capturing memories (sometimes inventing or recreating them) as they whoosh by. Like my camera _I_ am nothing special. I don't mean that in a self deprecating way. A Christian, wife, and homeschooling mom. A manager at a pizza joint. There are lots of us still in use, albeit, a little out dated. <br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-49740219816202808502012-04-04T22:47:00.007-07:002012-04-05T00:37:07.323-07:00The Big Year<div style="text-align: center;">The Big Year. It's a movie. With lots of birds in it.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7rSm1dgM9U/T31JoI8q-2I/AAAAAAAABoU/ykASHBWgWPE/s1600/big%2Byear4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7rSm1dgM9U/T31JoI8q-2I/AAAAAAAABoU/ykASHBWgWPE/s320/big%2Byear4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727815255030692706" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It got super bad reviews from critics. I don't know anyone who saw it. I only knew about it from a snippet in my bird mag. I heard no buzz on the street about it actually being good, but you know what... it was.<br /><br />The Big Year is based on a true story (which was first a book by the same title) and stars Jack Black, Steve Martin and Owen Wilson in the lead roles, but it really had an all star cast. There wasn't one character where I wasn't saying or thinking "hey that's the guy from..." or "wasn't she in...". The movie follows the happenings in each of the leading mens' lives while they attempt a Big Year.<br /><br />A <span style="font-style: italic;">big year </span>in the birder's world is when an individual takes a year to travel the United States accumulating as many different bird species sightings as possible. Its all done on the honor system, there is no prize (<span style="font-style: italic;">maybe </span>endorsements), and the only real gain is the experience of the journey and realizing your passion. That is what character's are trying to figuring out.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4GAKrtv5KE/T31JnU7RVVI/AAAAAAAABoE/iPoRauvMwwE/s1600/big%2Byear3.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4GAKrtv5KE/T31JnU7RVVI/AAAAAAAABoE/iPoRauvMwwE/s320/big%2Byear3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727815241066173778" border="0" /></a>Beside the fact that there are no explosions or special effects and that it is totally clean (PG) I am not sure why it didn't get better reviews. It could be that we, as movie goers, are so over stimulated and used to overproduced, high priced, 3-D fantastical shlop that we don't recognize when a film is just simply good. It's not deep. It's not heavy. It's just simply good.<br /><br />I should warn you though. I may be slightly biased. I am a birder. Nothing compared to the peeps in the movie. I mean, my <span style="font-style: italic;">life </span>list is probably around 120, whereas in the movie it is over 700 IN ONE YEAR! <span style="font-style: italic;">That </span>is amazing! I am content to see what flies into my neck of the woods and if I happen to see something special on a trip then that's cool too. I don't have the drive nor the money to travel for a year at a break neck pace to rack up a bird tally, but it sounds like fun.<br /><br />The movie has a lot to do with the birds and the strive to find them so if you could give a rip about your feathered friends then you may want to skip the film. That being said, George said he enjoyed it and he only looks at birds when I yell to him from the window, "GEORGE COME LOOK AT THIS THERE ARE LIKE FORTY NORTHERN FLICKERS IN THE DRIVEWAY!" To which he replies, "uh huh neat."<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W39POKJjioA/T31JmgS5ubI/AAAAAAAABn4/s-c7oIJOjPI/s1600/big%2Byear2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W39POKJjioA/T31JmgS5ubI/AAAAAAAABn4/s-c7oIJOjPI/s320/big%2Byear2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727815226938210738" border="0" /></a>If you have seen it... did you like it?<br /><br />If you haven't seen it... give it a try.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-85224381012616639782010-06-14T23:13:00.000-07:002010-06-15T00:51:41.909-07:00What is This?!**crawling in with my tail between my legs like a dog who finally responds after you have been calling for 15 minutes (or in my case, 8 months)**<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBcrgCMa63I/AAAAAAAABm0/JEYiXHvXpUs/s1600/sad+dog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBcrgCMa63I/AAAAAAAABm0/JEYiXHvXpUs/s400/sad+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482898900691643250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Hi</span><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So, just where have I been? In a word...<br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBcsayggPsI/AAAAAAAABm8/4MPAwVXF2tE/s1600/facebook_logo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBcsayggPsI/AAAAAAAABm8/4MPAwVXF2tE/s400/facebook_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482899910093192898" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Seriously.</span> <span style="font-size:130%;"> I really only have time for one addiction and the instant gratification of FB is overwhelmingly powerful. AND THEY HAVE GAMES!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">For a long time I was caught under the sea in FishWorld but now I have surfaced on a deserted isle in Island Paradise. *sigh* I know, I'm pitiful.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Really. The login page should just be a giant, flashing warning from the<br />Surgeon General.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">WARNING<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Using this site may cause extreme emotional connections which are not easily broken. User may become dependent on the opinions of people whom they have never met. Those who use this site may experience a withdrawal from other more productive activities and/or websites. Also, one may develop an overwhelming urge to create for oneself a cyber life involving crops, cafes, fish, barns, pets, tikis, cities, plantations or mob connections which have no real bearing on ones real existence whatsoever.<br /><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">** turning away my face in shame **<br /><br />:-/<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Facebook also has live chat! Its like talking on the phone but you are typing... You know about this right?! I can hold a conversation with someone with out them hearing my kids screaming in the background. AMAZING!!!</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBctgl5_KUI/AAAAAAAABnE/SyaMxk2jDHM/s1600/fone.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBctgl5_KUI/AAAAAAAABnE/SyaMxk2jDHM/s400/fone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482901109301258562" border="0" /></a><br />I am not dissin' the F to the B... it has its purpose in the grand scheme of cyber things. However, it is time consuming and, at least for me, has become a great diversion away from the only journal I have been successful at keeping up for more than a week. And, since I have been gone from the blogosphere for about eight months I will endeavor to spend the next few posts catching up on what I failed to journal about. Hopefully, for your sake, if you choose to partake, I will pull off being mildly entertaining in the process.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBcvFJuLsoI/AAAAAAAABnM/Ez2BSAM-f4Q/s1600/calendar.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/TBcvFJuLsoI/AAAAAAAABnM/Ez2BSAM-f4Q/s400/calendar.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482902836902343298" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh, oh, oh... By the way, I would like to give a shout out to those of you who continuously nagged... er... gently questioned when I would return to blogging. Kellie, DaNella, Linda, Andi, Becky, Laura, Tabi and a few others... you know who you are. Thank you for missing me and my humble blog. It is, in essence, my first cyber love/addiction (even before the AI boards). You, gentle readers, were my first emotional connections , and yours were the first opinions I became dependent on. I missed you too.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm back :-D</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-80307727578564759402009-10-01T00:04:00.000-07:002009-10-01T00:36:15.042-07:00Give Him a Hand<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">If your kids are like my kids then they love to paint. Nothing in particular, mind you. The verb paint is used loosely to describe the act of slathering innocent reams of printer paper with as much wet, sloppy color as they can hold.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXj_Wel6I/AAAAAAAABmU/uIikdHZKGpg/s1600-h/paintings.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXj_Wel6I/AAAAAAAABmU/uIikdHZKGpg/s400/paintings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387527330054707106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Yes, I said reams. I have REAMS of painted paper. Piles. Mountains. SO in honor of My Love's birthday I decided to utilize my wealth of water color paintings. We started with making some hand prints...</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXkHxDsqI/AAAAAAAABmc/oN8eqcPVhaE/s1600-h/Paintings2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXkHxDsqI/AAAAAAAABmc/oN8eqcPVhaE/s400/Paintings2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387527332313674402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">...and putting them together for a birthday banner.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXkpdiKTI/AAAAAAAABmk/QGI1QspvUs4/s1600-h/paintings3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXkpdiKTI/AAAAAAAABmk/QGI1QspvUs4/s400/paintings3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387527341358590258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">No birthday is complete without a handmade card. No pun intended :-p</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXk4_gp1I/AAAAAAAABms/vdE6ZC3TjDc/s1600-h/paintings4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SsRXk4_gp1I/AAAAAAAABms/vdE6ZC3TjDc/s400/paintings4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387527345527629650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy birthday My Love. You are the light of my life. I love you truly, madly, deeply.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">So, gentle reader, what do you do with all that excess "artwork" your kids create?<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-17850043242957871602009-09-15T00:11:00.000-07:002009-09-17T01:53:38.972-07:00No Flying Allowed and A Random Dozen 3<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHapJ8qD_I/AAAAAAAABlk/v1FlzciTvdI/s1600-h/6-4+Super+Baby.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHapJ8qD_I/AAAAAAAABlk/v1FlzciTvdI/s400/6-4+Super+Baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382323430264279026" border="0" /></a><br />My poor Marli learned the hard way that humans... no matter how enthusiastically they flap... are NOT made to fly. Her maiden voyage off the ladder of her brother's loft bed landed in a an itty bitty walking cast. Healing should take about four weeks. Its a tiny little crack on the toe end of her fifth metatarsal... er... the wee littlest piggy. Look at her little bones... they don't even touch yet. Oh they are so cute on the inside as well as the out... sigh.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHyoh1zQPI/AAAAAAAABmE/bph7RdwJZpE/s1600-h/xray.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHyoh1zQPI/AAAAAAAABmE/bph7RdwJZpE/s400/xray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382349807777169650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We ARE fearfully and wonderfully made.<br /></div><br />She was so brave too. From the doctor to getting the x-rays to being fitted for the cast she never complained or cried. I think she rather enjoyed all the attentioin and being carried everywhere.<br /><br />Anyway, because of Marli's adventure I am a little late in putting up my Random Dozen. Once again Linda @ 2nd Cup has given my brain something to chew on...<br /><br />... here's what it spit out. :-p'<br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s200/random+dozen.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Which is worse: a long, boring meeting or standing in a return/exchange line after Christmas?</span></span><br /><br />I can not remember ever being in a long boring meeting... I can, however, remember being in some overly long completely boring collage classes. I must honestly say that in comparison to those classes I actually enjoy standing in the return/exchange line after Christmas.<br /><br />For one thing, I am the type that has no qualms about striking up conversations with strangers for my own entertainment. That is totally looked down upon during lectures in a classroom. Another thing is that after Christmas EVERYTHING is half off. It's the perfect time to take back that ugly, green, turtle neck sweater, complete with twinkling lights, that my out of state (and mind) great aunt sent me and grab myself some bargains with the store credit.<br /><br />The only bargain I ever got from those long past, too boring for words classes was an open eyed nap for the price of tuition. :-p<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Except for maybe Rosie O'Donnell or Ann Coulter, nobody likes confrontation, yet we all have to deal with it. When you feel cornered and defensive, do you "bite back" or become passive aggressive?</span></span><br /><br />I am sooooo passive ... not aggressive at all... just passive. Go ahead, blame it all on me, I'll take the rap if it brings about peace and order.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Do you know anything about your genealogical background? (What country, culture, ties to prominent historical figures, or other stuff.)</span></span><br /><br />On my mother's side I am Pennsylvania Dutch of German descent. A quiet people of huntsmen and crafts women.<br /><br />On my fathers side I get more German and lots of deep, dark Scandinavian. And by deep and dark I am talking Vikings. My paternal relatives grow out their beards, and don their horned helmets to take part in a Scandinavian festival every year. They wear fur and roar and pillage and plunder on a viking ship shaped float. I've seen pictures... its not pretty.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHo3jIhUCI/AAAAAAAABls/W5oQm6T_UU8/s1600-h/viking.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHo3jIhUCI/AAAAAAAABls/W5oQm6T_UU8/s400/viking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382339070705881122" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >4. What is the quickest way a person can endear him/herself to you?<br /></span><br />Babysit for free. :-D<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >5. Cake, pie, cookies, or ice cream? (Note there is no "all of the above" option. You must choose one. Feel free to elaborate on flavor or memories tied to this dessert.) If you'd like, you can share a recipe, but you certainly don't have to.<br /></span><br />I could live off ice cream. Denali's makes some killer flavors like Bear Claw (dark chocolate, fudge and caramel swirls and chocolate covered cashews) and Extreme Moose Tracks (chocolate ice cream, fudge swirls, and dark chocolate filled chocolate cups). Sinfully good.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >6. Females: Do you regularly change your handbag to coordinate with your outfit?</span><br /><br />This is going to be such a let down to some of you, but I have used only two different purses in the last 12 years. AND they both look pretty much the same. I had a small, tan, knit bag before I had kids, and now I have a large, tan, knit bag that holds all the stuff I carry for the kids.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrH3t1DeWQI/AAAAAAAABmM/y8ABdoCsJoQ/s1600-h/purses.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrH3t1DeWQI/AAAAAAAABmM/y8ABdoCsJoQ/s400/purses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382355396392278274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >7. Are you task-oriented or relationship-oriented?<br /></span><br />I must be task oriented cuz I'm not sure I know what being relationship oriented means.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >8. IHOP, Bob Evans or Cracker Barrel?<br /></span><br />I have only been to IHOP... I think I would prefer one of the other two. ;-)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >9. Have you ever left a movie in progress in a theater? Why?</span><br /><br />Nope. We are pretty careful about what we go to see at the movie theater. And once I've paid ten bucks to watch something I'm. Going. To. Watch. It.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >10. What is one area of life in which you would like to develop more discipline or organization?</span><br /><br />The kids' schooling. I'm getting there, but I know I'm still lacking in some areas. We flip flop from one subject to another depending on our mood. Sometimes I even let the kids choose which subject they want to do next. Its worked so far though. Kiah is reading everything she can get her hands on and trying to be extra good at math because she is going to be an astronaut... and "they need to be good at numbers ya know".<br /><br />James is a little more challengling but he does the work I put in front of him... eventually. He wants to be anything that allows him to drive a vehichle with sirens.<br /><br />Sometimes our sit down school day lasts two hours other days it will drag on forever... Seems to me it should be a little more regular but, then again, LIFE is not regular.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >11. Was middle school fun or painful?</span><br /><br />I only remember glimpses of middle school but they can all be rated neutral to good. Certainly not painful, so I choose fun.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >12. What is your favorite Fall beverage?</span><br /><br />Eggnog. It is so yummy. I don't like the fancy homemade stuff. Just give me the artificially flavored, packaged in a cardboard carton, always on sale, eggnog. MMMMmmmmm.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHrOFs5jGI/AAAAAAAABl0/0iX3FutUQsA/s1600-h/eggnog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SrHrOFs5jGI/AAAAAAAABl0/0iX3FutUQsA/s400/eggnog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382341656965647458" border="0" /></a>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-23855092570491995572009-09-09T23:50:00.000-07:002009-09-10T02:18:25.056-07:00A Random Dozen<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">What would I do without my 2nd Cup of Coffee? ;-)</span><br /><br />So as not to leave you all wanting more :-p I give you my answers to Linda's awesome new meme.<br /></div><br /><br /><center><a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s200/random+dozen.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. What is something that you have changed your mind about either recently or over a number of years? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Four words...<br /><br />...The quiver is full.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Choose either subject, but does your a) church b) job feel more like a dental chair experience or an easy chair (recliner) experience? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This is going to sound terrible but considering the amount of high pitch whining I hear at church and the fact that I haven't heard a complete sermon in approximately seven years I would have to equate my church experience to a dental chair. Its not the congregants or the pastor whining, lol, its my kids. "I'm hungry, I need to go potty, he keeps touching me, she pulled my dress, are we done, can I go play".... and on and on and ON. I'm not really complaining... just stating the facts my friend, just stating the facts.<br /><br />Last Sunday I took at least five trips to the bathroom during the one hour sermon, never once relieving myself mind you. I cleaned up a bathroom accident once pre-sermon and once post sermon... one puddly, aaaaaaaaand one not.<br /><br />Hmmm... seems a good amount of the whining is coming from yours truly... my bad. :-p</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Now my job, on the other hand, that's the easy chair. I have a college degree and I make pizzas... see what I'm saying? Its not rocket science. Great peeps, though, and it pays for groceries.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqjCb9UnLQI/AAAAAAAABlU/VOpqnMyyTM8/s1600-h/recliner.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqjCb9UnLQI/AAAAAAAABlU/VOpqnMyyTM8/s400/recliner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379763540467330306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Kisses or hugs? I actually typed "huts," which might have been a more interesting question. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I don't mind most hugs, but if you are kissing me you better be my husband or one of my babies. Otherwise you are free to give me as many huts as your little heart desires.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. What do you think is the biggest threat to families today? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Technology (I say hypocritically). Not stuff like running water and electric lights and the LANDLINE phone. But its getting ridiculous with the bud in one ear and the bluetooth in the other. I'm fine with the radio... anything past that gets a big fat raspberry.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. A day after you grocery shop, you open a perishable item that is horribly spoiled. Do you take your receipt back to the store to be reimbursed or just throw it away and forget about it? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">GASP! WHAT! That's cash in the trash! Having done my time as a grocery store employee I know that any store worth its weight in clippable coupons will gladly do whatever it takes to make their customers happy. I once took back a bad box of Junior Mints (they were hard) and those were just a buck. It was a big box :-O Are junior mints perishable? Apparently so.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. What personality trait (feel free to address good or bad or both) do you notice yourself adopting from your parents? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">From my dad, complacency and a twisted sense of humor. From my mom, the ability to cry at the drop of a hat.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. How many slices of bread do you leave in the bottom of the bag when you throw it away? Two? Three? Just the heel? None? (I really want to know if you eat the heel.) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">!!!???!!!<br /><br />MORE cash in the trash?<br /><br />I am a little baffled by this question. Does anyone actually throw away bread? Why? Whats with that? In my household of six we go through about four loaves a week. FOUR BIG FAT LOAVES and I don't buy the cheap spongy stuff either.<br /><br />When my kids complain of hunger THREE SECONDS AFTER DINNER (C'mon Becky compose yourself)... a slice of bread is one of their options.<br /><br />French toast once a week, eggs and toast, pb&j every other day, grilled cheeses, cinnamon toast... we eat a lot of bread.<br /><br />The heels...<br /><br />I used to be able to trick the kids into eating the heels by turning them inside out on the sandwich... that doesn't work any more. When Marli was a little littler she would eat them during the after dinner feeding frenzy, but she is almost three now and, in her great age and wisdom, has begun to appreciate the finer things in life.<br /><br />Not wanting to be wasteful I take the heels, bag them up, and keep them in the freezer. When we have collected a loaf or two of heels it is time to visit the ducks... usually on the way to the dump. Its a day out for us. A cheap... er... <span style="font-style: italic;">inexpensive </span>day out. Often times I become faint at the last minute and remain home insisting that the rest of the family goes on with out me (hehhehheh) "The ducks are counting on you" I plead with conviction, and off they go leaving me home ... alone. (Thank you My Love)<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqjBXL2wqkI/AAAAAAAABlM/uIcLUnm4U6Q/s1600-h/ducks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqjBXL2wqkI/AAAAAAAABlM/uIcLUnm4U6Q/s400/ducks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379762358957681218" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The heels... represent freedom. And the ducks will eat anything you throw at them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. What mispronunciation or usage error really irritates you? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I can't think of what bothers me but if you are irritated by RANDOMLY capitalized words AND frequently "misused" punctuation!!! Then you ??? probably won't be ONE of my followers, any, time, soon!!!!~</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. In honor of the uniqueness of today's date, what does the numeral 9 mean to you? (Any special life moments attached to the 9th? Are you the 9th kid in your family? Can you count by 9s really fast? etc.) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">9... 9th...? Yesterday was the 9th? Really?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Does the general color palette in your closet match the colors you chose to decorate your home with? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">IF my home were decorated I would totally use the colors from my closet. Navys, burgundys, deep greens, and goldenrod. Then a few surprise splashes of bright color... because it was on sale... and it was the only one in my size.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. When you're hanging out with friends in the kitchen, do you automatically ask to help, or do you sit there and chat until the host asks if you'd like to help? I'm not implying that the 2nd choice stems from rudeness or laziness, just not a first-response like it is for some people. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I ask if I can help with the hope that they will say, "Oh, no thanks, I got it alllll under control." That way I'm free to chase my kids around their house ensuring that they don't destroy anything.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. Let's end on a pleasant note: What do you enjoy about September the most?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The promise of Fall. The cooler weather. The shorter days. The rich colors. The warm kitchen where there is always something in the oven.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqjDoymSWXI/AAAAAAAABlc/1scs3Z7UC6s/s1600-h/fall+leaves.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqjDoymSWXI/AAAAAAAABlc/1scs3Z7UC6s/s400/fall+leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379764860438600050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Go to Linda's @ 2nd Cup of Coffee, grab a mug, link up, and enjoy.</span><br /></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-20340807745757579342009-09-03T23:37:00.000-07:002009-09-04T02:10:57.742-07:00Day Glow Donuts, H1N1, ABCs, and Obama<span style="font-size:130%;">Let me just start by saying that I was being sarcastic in my previous post when I asked, "Don't those day glow donuts look gooooood?"<br /><br />I know its odd to find me being a bit sarcastic (ahem) but its the truth.<br /><br />As I mentioned to a friend (on her blog) I prefer my food in natural earth tones... like chocolate brown.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Warning:</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> I actually express a political opinion in this post which is unusual for me. Just wanted to give you a heads up. Please, don't hate me. ;-)</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />So I was watching the news (which I like to call "Information I Was Better Off NOT Knowing"...see, not a bit of sarcasm here) and it turns out that the high school not even 15 minutes (which I attended back in the day) from my house has about 300 students out sick with H1N1 (swine flu). But, as the news reporter stated, there is no need to panic. SERIOUSLY!!!!! 300 students (70% confirmed by the way) are out with a pandemic flu in my very small emo goth community and I should not PANIC! I guess we wouldn't want healthy students to stay home and cause the school to lose even more money. If they are gonna stay home they would rather they already HAVE the flu! Jeewillikers. Just be sure to wash your hands after you visit my blog. Thats all I'm saying.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqDW1zJVdBI/AAAAAAAABk8/QE0dH1qQJFk/s1600-h/swine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqDW1zJVdBI/AAAAAAAABk8/QE0dH1qQJFk/s400/swine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377534174831146002" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />The reporter then states that no one has been hospitalized in the area due to this flu. Oh thank you, that is such a comfort. GOLLY! See no reason to take any precautions when 1 out of 6 of high school's students are sick. Excuse me while I lick this door handle because obviously there is no need to panic.<br /><br />Have I mentioned that I am involved with a high school ministry that is made up of about 50-80 students who attend the infected campus. These kids are not just going from school to home with bags over their heads!<br /><br />*DEEEEEP breath* Aaaaaaand... moving on.<br /><br />Did you know that Facebook has memes too? Wow! They are pretty much the same ones that circulate here... go figure. You've seen one questionnaire you've seen them all. This one was called The ABCs Of Me. It is a little self absorbed but when I am old and I am reading this again off of my memory chip implant I know it will make me smile at how self absorbed and NOT sarcastic I was.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqDY8xNvHzI/AAAAAAAABlE/0nW6Yin8Rv8/s1600-h/abc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqDY8xNvHzI/AAAAAAAABlE/0nW6Yin8Rv8/s400/abc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377536493595074354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A - Age: 33, I think, *doing the math*, Yep 33.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />B - Bed size: Most nights, too small.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />C - Chore you hate: Are there supposed to be some I like?</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />D - Dog's name: Flip, aka Flippah dippah dooooo dahhhhh! or Flip The Amazing. Our friends come to visit the dog and say hi to us on their way through.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />E - Essential start your day item: More sleep.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />F - Favorite color(s): Blues (and chocolate brown).</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />G - Gold or Silver: Don't wear much jewelry but when I do I prefer silver.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />H - Height: 5'2"</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />I - Instruments you play: Flute, Alto sax... piano, sort of. I need lessons.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />J - Job title: Wife, Mom,Teacher, Pizza Whisperer.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />K - Kids: No thanks. I already have some.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />L - Living arrangements: I live in a house with My Love and our four kids and a menagerie of pets who are family in their own special way. My parents live across the street so imagine the show Everybody Loves Raymond but without the humor, laugh tract or situational comedy.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />M - Mom's name: Why, is someone talkin' smack about her?</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />N - Nicknames: Boo, Supafreak, My Love, Mommy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: Yep, appendicitis. Best vacation ever!</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />P - Pet Peeve: Rude/stupid drivers (myself included :-/ )</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Q - Quote from a movie: "Tuh not tuh", Tow Mater. "I write in my journal to keep secrets from my computer", Dwight Shroot. See, how cultured am I? :-p</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />R - Right or left handed: Right mostly but the left one works too.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />S - Siblings: 1 older brother.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />T - Time you wake up: I GET up around 7ish... I WAKE up around 11am.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />U - Underwear: Under there!</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />V - Vegetable you dislike: Bell peppers.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />W - Workout style: Mothering.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />X - X-rays you've had: Hand, teeth, abdomen.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Y - Yesterday's best moment: My Love came home from work early.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Z - Zoo favorite: Any of the animals I don't get to see in the woods around my house on a daily basis. Like hippos. Hippos are cool! I don't see them around here much. And I like the giraffes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So there you have it. Next time I do this one hopefully the answers will have changed. I don't want to be stuck in a rut.<br /><br />Hmmmm....<br /><br />Right now I am wondering how many of you made it through the whole alphabet and are still with me in my random, late night, semi panicked, half asleep, laundry avoiding state?<br /><br />Now, whats this I hear about Obama sending out a back to school address to students to be shown in the class room? Couldn't it just be aired prime time so students and parents could watch it together? Have any other presidents attempted to do this? Doesn't he know that he would be considered WAY </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >cooler </span><span style="font-size:130%;">if he just posted it on U toob and it was found by accident?<br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqDQV1gK8SI/AAAAAAAABk0/KVFloqH8z7k/s1600-h/ObamaCookie-md.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SqDQV1gK8SI/AAAAAAAABk0/KVFloqH8z7k/s400/ObamaCookie-md.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377527028638216482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >I'm just sayin'.</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I completely support the president's desire to encourage youngsters to do their best and perhaps it should even become a presidential tradition. However, my home school curriculum will not include my children writing letters to themselves on what they can do to help the president or what the president wants them to do. I'm all for respecting the leader of the free world but I will not follow blindly, and prayerfully neither will my children be required too.<br /><br />Hopefully he will at least remind them to wash their hands.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-19361719262673868082009-09-01T22:27:00.000-07:002009-09-02T00:09:52.272-07:00Hello September,Where did you come from? You just popped right up out of nowhere didn't ya. Here I was listening to complaints of a long cold winter, then fanning myself through the lengthy days of Summer... wait!<br /><br />Where was Spring?<br /><br />September, you sneaky month you. Where did you hide Spring? Well, you're here now. I guess I have to deal with you. Which means I have to get the kids back into a school friendly schedule of NOT being in their jammies until noon. It means that I have to look at skulls, dead bodies and ISLES of easily consumed candies every time I grocery shop. It means that Autumn is upon us.<br /><br />I suppose it could also mean that I should get back to blogging more regularly. It doesn't HAVE to mean that but its my blog... so it will.<br /><br />And since I am a dry well of blog fodder I would like to thank Linda @ 2nd Cup of Coffee for creating a meme for me to do.<br /><br /><center><a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s200/random+dozen.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br /><br />Don't those day glow donuts look goooood?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. When you go to Wowmart, what one thing do you get every single time, besides a funky-wheeled squeaking cart full of frustration? </span><br /><br />Honey Nut Cheerios and Spaghettios with "meat"balls.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. What is something that people are currently "into" that you just don't get or appreciate? </span><br /><br />What are people into nowadays anyway?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. What is something that really hoists your sail that other people might feel "ho-hum" about? </span><br /><br />Spending time ALONE! Grocery shopping ALONE! And my favorite... thrift store shopping ALONE. The only other thing I think is better is spending time ALONE with My Love.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >...i like to be alone.</span><br /><br />LOL at "hoists your sail".<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Favorite song to sing in the shower or car? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Always </span>by Jewel, and close runner up is <span style="font-style: italic;">Always and Forever</span> by Heatwave.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. A really great salad must have this ingredient: </span><br /><br />Ranch dressing. I know I'm so uncultured :-p<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Advice in a nutshell to new bloggers (one or two sentences): </span><br /><br />If you want to be noticed you have to notice others. Do it for fun and be true to yourself.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. What was the alternate name that your parents almost named you? Do you wish they had chosen it instead of the one they gave you? </span><br /><br />I think I was going to be Steven which, as a girl, would have been a little awkward... I'll stick with Becky.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. What in your life are you waiting for? </span><br /><br />The return of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Everything else pales in comparison.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. You get a package in the mail. What is it, and who is it from? </span><br /><br />Its FREE homeschool curriculum and all the exact stuff I needed/wanted. Its from my fairy homeschool mother.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Today--what song represents you? </span><br /><br />I... don't ... know... What song do you think of when you think of me?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. What is one thing that blogging has taught you about yourself? </span><br /><br />I am not alone!!! LOL! There are other mommies who come thiiiiiiiis close ( ) to cooking and eating their children on a daily basis. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />12. How are you going to (or how did you) choose the clothes you're wearing today? What do they say about you in general or specifically how you're feeling today? </span><br /><br />I will and always do wear whatever is clean and comfy... and the clean part is negotiable. As a slightly psychotic Mommy of four kids age seven and under my clothes say... "hmmm, she must be a carzy Mom of four kids seven and under."<br /><br />Lets not even talk about the hair do.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If you want to answer a Random Dozen then go ahead. Then stop by Linda's to let her know ya did.<br /><br />Thanks Linda :-DBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-44126699127047111042009-08-06T22:30:00.000-07:002009-08-07T00:00:57.341-07:00The Morning AfterSo the actual morning after the sleep over was Thursday.<br /><br />I survived.<br /><br />I dropped off the last friend around 2pm after Space Chimps, breakfast, beading, snacking, whining, a quick lunch and a stop at the park.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnvOsFuW55I/AAAAAAAABkc/1hymrLMi5s4/s1600-h/party12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnvOsFuW55I/AAAAAAAABkc/1hymrLMi5s4/s400/party12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367110637788260242" border="0" /></a><br />Kiah didn't want it to end. She rode home with her hand pressed longingly against the window fruitlessly grasping at moments passed, blubbering uncontrollably.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnvOsQDx5PI/AAAAAAAABkk/m9hdO2z68YU/s1600-h/party13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnvOsQDx5PI/AAAAAAAABkk/m9hdO2z68YU/s400/party13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367110640562463986" border="0" /></a><br />It was ... it was... well, it was pitiful. She sees these friends about twice a week so I have a sneaky suspicion that she was not going through friendship withdraws but sugar/sleep withdraws.<br /><br />She even wandered out of her room after bedtime to tearfully inform me that she misses her friends and can't stop thinking about them.<br /><br />~sigh~<br /><br />Oh to be seven.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnvOsj3k8jI/AAAAAAAABks/FB0bszb1tFQ/s1600-h/party14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnvOsj3k8jI/AAAAAAAABks/FB0bszb1tFQ/s400/party14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367110645879992882" border="0" /></a><br />I can't believe we are into the weekend. At least the beginnings of it. I feel the need for some major thrift store therapy but time on the weekends is divided between ministries, momming, work, and catching up with everything I should have been getting done during the week. Lately any time I get to thrift shop seems to be right before the store closes and I hate rushing my thift store experiences. Its like going in for a full spa treament only to have them send you home without getting your shoes off.<br /><br />For now I'm going to settle for a dose of Seinfeld and some much needed pillow therapy. I hope to someday have time to catch up on my posts and catch up with you.<br /><br />Have a blessed weekend.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-72428481169582779602009-08-06T01:32:00.000-07:002009-08-06T02:46:34.502-07:00What Was I ThinkingIt started innocently enough. Kiah wanted to have a slumber party. I knew what to expect but did that stop me? NooooOOOOoooo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Snqfucgz6iI/AAAAAAAABkE/Yr1oEui_Kqg/s1600-h/party9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Snqfucgz6iI/AAAAAAAABkE/Yr1oEui_Kqg/s400/party9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366777526241978914" border="0" /></a><br />After taking part in a massive kid swap we arrived home around 6:30. Giggling ensued. I prepared dinner while the girls terrorized anything that stood still long enough (ie, Booger, Flip, Mo, etc.). Then we ate... and ate, and ate, and...ATE! After dinner the girls had to earn their Eskimo pies by listening to a Bible story and answering a question correctly. They were all rewarded.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqfuFwqdzI/AAAAAAAABj8/zKtWEeqmPIc/s1600-h/party8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqfuFwqdzI/AAAAAAAABj8/zKtWEeqmPIc/s400/party8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366777520134453042" border="0" /></a><br />After dinner we decorated some sugar cookies and went for a walk/giggle fest/race that ended in more pet torture. The girls tried to eat the cookies but they only tasted as good as they looked. LOL!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Snqft4oh0qI/AAAAAAAABj0/RbXSsH5B6Ds/s1600-h/party7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Snqft4oh0qI/AAAAAAAABj0/RbXSsH5B6Ds/s400/party7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366777516610671266" border="0" /></a><br />Then there were crafts. They painted sun catchers. It was actually quiet for about three minutes before they finished and began revving up on their next sugar rush. I directed their energy around the couch, like any normal mother would, which resulted in a three girl pile-up.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqVzt2KpSI/AAAAAAAABjM/uilE7yHZwLo/s1600-h/party2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqVzt2KpSI/AAAAAAAABjM/uilE7yHZwLo/s400/party2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366766621678019874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqWelY8pVI/AAAAAAAABjs/zI-s-i7vGuo/s1600-h/party6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqWelY8pVI/AAAAAAAABjs/zI-s-i7vGuo/s400/party6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366767358142358866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqV0GwfmhI/AAAAAAAABjU/mIqz0NhwLNI/s1600-h/party3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqV0GwfmhI/AAAAAAAABjU/mIqz0NhwLNI/s400/party3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366766628365113874" border="0" /></a><br />Of course anytime we have kid friends over there are unceasing requests to hold the snakes. Candy is getting ready to shed so Mocha and Red were up. I had to laugh when the one girl who was requesting to hold the snakes the most was actually terrified of them, but only when they moved. At first she put Mocha bravely around her neck but as soon as Mocha turned to crawl back around she recieved her first flying lesson. HA! Not to worry, she was no worse for the wear. LOL! Our snakes have become accustomed to the squeezy hands of youngsters.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqWeVWrxhI/AAAAAAAABjc/BfHPvyk6cTg/s1600-h/party4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqWeVWrxhI/AAAAAAAABjc/BfHPvyk6cTg/s400/party4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366767353837897234" border="0" /></a><br />By this time the clock was racing toward 10pm so it was time to put the little girls to bed and let the big girls have the night to their 7-9 year old, grown up selves. G'nite Marli and Eden...sweet dreams.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqjSLVG1uI/AAAAAAAABkM/XsL2P_NrU7A/s1600-h/party10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqjSLVG1uI/AAAAAAAABkM/XsL2P_NrU7A/s400/party10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366781438639658722" border="0" /></a><br />I had been saving the movie Annie for a special occasion. Kiah had never seen it and to my shock neither had any of her friends. They were ENTHRALLED! I chuckled inside thinking about how hard I try to entertain and enlighted and sometimes I just need to regress. Who needs Hannah Montana... we have Annie. One girl did lament the fact that it was "singy dancing" movie but each time a song and dance came up they were glued to the screen.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqVzmK9WDI/AAAAAAAABjE/DDSQWr7fO2Q/s1600-h/party1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqVzmK9WDI/AAAAAAAABjE/DDSQWr7fO2Q/s400/party1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366766619617744946" border="0" /></a><br />After Annie was safe and sound with Daddy Warbucks it was time to hit the sack... and by <span style="font-style: italic;">sack </span>I mean <span style="font-style: italic;">tent out in the front yard</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqWeq28p4I/AAAAAAAABjk/x8L2VU0BN5U/s1600-h/party5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SnqWeq28p4I/AAAAAAAABjk/x8L2VU0BN5U/s400/party5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366767359610365826" border="0" /></a><br />It took a few warnings and I had to threaten a few lives but they finally all quieted down, the giggling ceased and they all feel fast asleep around 12:30 am.<br /><br />~deep breath~<br /><br />The morning I'm sure will be filled with more giggling, crafts, sugar, nail polish, videos and cranky girls.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />P.S. Please forgive me for being so sporadic in my posting and visiting. I always seem to be out of time or energy. What happened to all those lovely indoor winter days? HA! Hugs to all.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-67926626307822864152009-07-21T23:59:00.000-07:002009-07-22T00:57:59.430-07:00What!?! ABC WednesdayI can't believe that its Wednesday already. <a href="http://abcwednesdayround3.blogspot.com/">ABC Wednesday</a> is back to A. I gave up at R during the last round. Let me see if I can come up with something to talk about that begins with the letter A.<br /><br />...<br /><br />.....<br /><br />How about atrophy. My gray matter has become non-functioning and as much as I want it to work for me now, it refuses.<br /><br />I have scanned countless photos and nothing...<br /><br />Atrophy of the brain due to lack of use. I guess that is what happens when one functions on a junior high level of intelligence.<br /><br />lol<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SmbF_nao3dI/AAAAAAAABi8/e70YZzsUkpo/s1600-h/brain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SmbF_nao3dI/AAAAAAAABi8/e70YZzsUkpo/s400/brain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361190103134297554" border="0" /></a>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-22731222396772764872009-07-20T00:47:00.000-07:002009-07-20T01:17:18.762-07:00Here I Am<span style="font-size:130%;">So I decided to post simply so my bloggy friends would no longer envision me lying in a ditch somewhere, leaking bodily fluids into the soil, all the while my lap top lies just out of reach. I strain to reach the "publish post" button but to no avail. The crumpled vehicle has me pinned, my mocha frappaccino is splashed throughout the wrecked interior and the onstar is non-existant.<br /><br />No, it is far less dramatic. Nothing really, in fact. Just life in general... which does involve a plethora of bodily fluids, but I'm quite sure you don't want to hear about that.<br /><br />BUT... do you see it?!? I got something bloggy done tonight. My lovely new header. Now I am exahausted so I bid you ado... until my next late night burst of energy.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I know exactly how she felt.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SmQnYWrdFZI/AAAAAAAABi0/jNzf1g1rtec/s1600-h/shoe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SmQnYWrdFZI/AAAAAAAABi0/jNzf1g1rtec/s400/shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360452755835917714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Coming Attractions:<br /><br />Haircuts<br />Family Camp<br />Project 365: A Major Catch Up<br />The boy's B-day (aka A Trip to the Zoo)<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-20449095783835567232009-06-24T23:50:00.000-07:002009-06-25T01:18:18.000-07:00Writer's Workshop<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMeuWM71RI/AAAAAAAABhk/Lun561c3uxw/s400/writersworksop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351154563828929810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>The Prompts:</strong><br /><br />1.) Interview a child.<br /><br />2.) How do you stave off boredom?<br /><br />3.) Write a poem for the little boy in your life.<br /><br />4.) Describe a memorable interview or talk about your experience trying to find a job amidst this recession.<br /><br />5.) Create a Help Wanted Ad.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Boy James</span> </span><br /><br />In any room you are the scene,<br />loud and proud lover of green,<br />a t-rex a croc or a bat today,<br />there is no limit to your boyhood play.<br /><br />Questions from you unlimited flow,<br />boggle the mom but you simply must know,<br />curiosity killed the cat, "Is that true?"<br />It applies to the whiskered, but of course not to you.<br /><br />The outdoors are yours you are king of the hill,<br />Owies and scars on your knees from the thrill,<br />Frogs, a lizard, a snake and a snail,<br />are toted along in your play dented pail.<br /><br />And when the adventure of the day does end,<br />to the dreamship with a kiss on your cheek I do send,<br />"Mommy will you lay here and sing to me,<br />rub my tummy and cuddle for a minute or three?"<br /><br />Another side to you that is rarely seen,<br />which comes out at bedtime when you're ready to dream.<br />Blue shining eyes soften and ready to close,<br />"I love my mommy." and then off you doze.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMuLCylbVI/AAAAAAAABiE/jE9EPZpPyKE/s1600-h/james.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMuLCylbVI/AAAAAAAABiE/jE9EPZpPyKE/s400/james.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351171549508758866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMgoHzkq5I/AAAAAAAABh0/rFO6eYdN1Ss/s1600-h/March5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMgoHzkq5I/AAAAAAAABh0/rFO6eYdN1Ss/s400/March5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351156655908498322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMpt-8aR8I/AAAAAAAABh8/In9q-ekPQ4I/s1600-h/meandJames.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMpt-8aR8I/AAAAAAAABh8/In9q-ekPQ4I/s400/meandJames.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351166652213512130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMgDBPMq7I/AAAAAAAABhs/-diMWDCqbIE/s1600-h/snow5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMgDBPMq7I/AAAAAAAABhs/-diMWDCqbIE/s400/snow5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351156018490158002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMuLaU3ADI/AAAAAAAABiM/895tvKsVErw/s1600-h/james2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMuLaU3ADI/AAAAAAAABiM/895tvKsVErw/s400/james2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351171555826532402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">And since I forgot to post this ON Father's Day I will do so now. I know some of you have been waiting on pins and needles (don't you know thats dangerous!?!) to see how it came out.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMyFSQbm6I/AAAAAAAABiU/KtcdWx6qGjI/s1600-h/dad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkMyFSQbm6I/AAAAAAAABiU/KtcdWx6qGjI/s400/dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351175848627772322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">To the other boy in my life<br />you are the best!<br />I love you My Love!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-18261813874769354902009-06-23T15:49:00.000-07:002009-06-23T22:48:11.898-07:00A Pinkalicious Day! ~ Wordful Wednesday<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"Mommy, when you are home to work will you bring pinks for making cupcake stuffs. And make sure you bring da cherries for the tops."</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /><br />How can a mommy resist such a request? Especially when it comes from a freckle faced cutie like this.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFtNbtxXiI/AAAAAAAABg8/UQh2AiHli34/s1600-h/pink3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFtNbtxXiI/AAAAAAAABg8/UQh2AiHli34/s400/pink3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350677909838323234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Here is the book that started it all.</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br />Written by Victoria Kann and illustrated by Elizabeth Kann.</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFyTJJfMkI/AAAAAAAABhU/zXi1etnIf-g/s1600-h/Pink6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFyTJJfMkI/AAAAAAAABhU/zXi1etnIf-g/s400/Pink6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350683505491653186" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Pink-aboo!</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFu5fBsVpI/AAAAAAAABhE/xlZc6mJrdL0/s1600-h/pink4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFu5fBsVpI/AAAAAAAABhE/xlZc6mJrdL0/s400/pink4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350679766153057938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">So for no particular reason at all we set out to make today pinkalicious.</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /><br />Eden played the part of Pinkerbelle. LOL!</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /><br />Vanilla icing, vanilla cake, a few drops of red food dye and pink sprinkles... TAH DAH!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFp3zgH2oI/AAAAAAAABgs/L7rPSBK6gU8/s1600-h/pink1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFp3zgH2oI/AAAAAAAABgs/L7rPSBK6gU8/s400/pink1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350674239731522178" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Is that Pinkerella?</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFr3Bnay_I/AAAAAAAABg0/iE5VURt8xeA/s1600-h/Pink2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFr3Bnay_I/AAAAAAAABg0/iE5VURt8xeA/s400/Pink2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350676425363606514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Today was pool day at a friends house so we took our pinkcakes to share.</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFv4Nj7_dI/AAAAAAAABhM/atc3hB76THU/s1600-h/Pink5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkFv4Nj7_dI/AAAAAAAABhM/atc3hB76THU/s400/Pink5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350680843796610514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"Am I going to really wake up pink Mommy?"<br />(that is what happens to the main character in the book)</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /><br />I smirked and answered, "Perhaps, after all, you </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">did </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">eat A LOT of pinkalicious pinkcakes."<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Eden, now wide eyed, "Cool."</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /><br />Well, I thought to myself, it </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">could </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">happen. I DID forget sunblock on their arms. :-/ Please no lectures. I remembered everywhere else and the pool was in the shade :-)</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkF0qrDoesI/AAAAAAAABhc/drCMdvpVTFY/s1600-h/pink7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SkF0qrDoesI/AAAAAAAABhc/drCMdvpVTFY/s400/pink7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350686108754148034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Thus ends this pinkorama.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span> </div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-80500845739984740552009-06-19T14:56:00.000-07:002009-06-19T15:26:49.812-07:00A Little Posty<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">I just found a nice giveaway over here at </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://mysweetsavannah.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-lucky-reader-will-win.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">MY SWEET SAVANNAH</span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> with super classy prizes. I'm gonna enter. Yup I is.</span><br /><br />Evidently I find myself in an odd mood. I'm tired from work (making pizza is hard, wah) and unmotivated at home. Obviously I am unable to kick start my thought life as well because my blog has been sitting idle for so long that the comments are being moderated. I have it set for posts over five days old just in case someone reads back. <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Why would someone read back??? Maybe to find out if I have always been so funny/weird/esoteric/boring/slakerly/smelly/quirky... you may pick your own adjective.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">I have thought of a few posts to write but none of them have happened.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Saw UP. Liked it. A lot. Took the kids. They liked it. A lot.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Saw Star Trek. Liked it. No kids. Liked that. A lot. ;-)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Have you tried that whipped cream cheese? Its da bomb! If you like cream cheese you must try it whipped. Its so soft you can dip your crker right in and it won't break. It spreads super nice as well for those of you who would never dip anything into a container meant for public usage.</span><br /><br />My kids eat dirt, see, it could be worse.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I get to work tonight and I get paid. Yay! The job is going well even though my very not a teenagers body doth protest. I still haven't memorized all the toppings and probably messed up once too often, but I'm getting there. They actually had to dump a pizza last night because I put the wrong meat on it. Woopsie. My Bad.</span><br /><br />I think my brain is emptied for now. Until I hit publish. As it is I have been staring out the window for five minutes trying to think of something else to say.<br /><br />Pathetic :-p And I mean that in a very self loving affectionate way.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-37269903401573746892009-06-06T15:27:00.000-07:002009-06-06T15:55:38.797-07:00Shhhhhhh.....It is so quiet here right now. <span style="font-style: italic;">Here </span>being home. My parents are finally back from a month long road trip and they invited Kiah and James over to play with their new puppy... a miniature dappled dachshund. Her name is Daisy and she is about the size of one of Mo's paws. Mo is their lab mix... he is BIG. Pictures are necessary for full comedic impact of that pair but they will be shown at another time.<br /><br />Anyway, my other two lovelies are napping. I wore them out at the thrift stores this afternoon. My Love is home but also napping. He has kid duty tonight and so must be fully rested. I am working tonight. 5-10 doing something that will probably make me sore. I did not realize that making pizza was such a workout but I have come home after each shift very sore and exhausted. But being a mom I recover quickly. <br /><br />Next week end I will be busy busy busy! I work 6-11 thurs, fri, and sat and I'm doing a yard sale. I LOVE having yard sales. Its a great way to get grown ups to come to my house. I usually have water or lemonade available and popsicles or lollipops to give to kids. What doesn't sell will most likely be going to the thrift stores where I can make regular visits to it until someone gives it a home.<br /><br />I have completely enjoyed doing this last giveaway. Stuff like that is so fun for me. I'm a giver. When I'm out shopping around I see little trinkets (ok sometimes secondhand junk, lol) at thrift stores or garage sales that reminds me of someone, and I want to get it for them. Usually I refrain because, having done so before, I have found that the thought of getting stuff from the thrift store makes some of my pals naseous. I don't get that. I'm all into second hand stuff. I love thrift stores, garage sale, yard sales, *drool* ...<br /><br />I thought I would do give aways a little more often... smaller ones, using some of the great finds I come upon. After my yard sale I will set aside any of the nicer stuff and do giveaways for it here. Hmmmm... I'm just wondering if it would work. It would sort of be like a thrift store but you don't pay, you just enter a drawing to win my junk. Would any of you be into that? Maybe in a new blog by itself. I'll have to work out the details... <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Free Stuff Friday</span> is kinda catchy ;-)<br /><br />I suppose that is enough rambling for one post and I want to hop in the shower before work. <br /><br />OH! To all my giveaway winners I'll be going to the post office Mon or tues to ship your stuff. Thanks again for playing! <br /><br />Robin, I got your email, we're good to go.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-26916413988914011292009-06-02T22:41:00.000-07:002009-06-03T04:01:55.115-07:00Giveaway Results Watch Me Wednesday Style<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">The results are in and...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >I love you!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">oop...</span><br /></div><br />I mean, I <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >thank </span>you all so much for entertaining and humoring me for the past couple of weeks. I definitely needed the escape from reality today. It was just hectic and I have no one to blame but myself.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I started the day out by forcing the kids to work on a Father's Day project only to realize that Father's Day is still actually over two weeks away. <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />~sigh~</span><br />Wish I had realized that before<br />I had made them cry. </span><br /></div><br />Then I had <span style="font-size:130%;">snacks to make</span> for a hundred plus highschoolers who go to Campus Life. And, of course, I procrastinated until the last minute on <span style="font-size:130%;">tallying and preparing your comments</span> for the drawing. Shame on me.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVK6vKr7I/AAAAAAAABfU/_NTEvNbGmZc/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVK6vKr7I/AAAAAAAABfU/_NTEvNbGmZc/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343051653975814066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVLNW5tOI/AAAAAAAABfc/ZoFFCE0vMBw/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVLNW5tOI/AAAAAAAABfc/ZoFFCE0vMBw/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343051658974311650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Then there was just life in general which today involved convincing a 2yo. to use a potty instead of the floor, an overly loud/whiny five yo. boy who stayed up waaaaaaay to late, a sweet but sneaky pair of blonds who wanted everything I have said no to in the last month, and PMS.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">So if you find a bite out of any chocolate that you may have won, now you know why.</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Despite all of the above I did get it all done and below you will find a revealing video *snicker*<br /></span></div><br />I do apologize for the length of the video. and if you do not have a <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >fast connection</span> then I suggest you just skip it and scroll down to where I actually typed out all the information you are looking for. My video <span style="font-style: italic;">"clip"</span> turned out to be eight minutes. <span style="font-style: italic;">EIGHT MINUTES!!! </span> Which wouldn't be so bad if I actually <span style="font-size:130%;">had something to say.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I also found out some things about myself from the making and viewing of this results video:</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />1. I should always, <span style="font-style: italic;">ALWAYS </span>be scripted when on camera. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">ALWAYS</span>.<br /><br />2. I'm a bit bizarre. Perhaps that is what draws some of you back... its hard to bear but yet you can't look away. LOL.<br /><br />3. I lather/rinse/repeat as in <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">overkill</span>. In fact, after My Love helped me film he said, "you're gonna have to change your blog name to Ramblings of a Mom."<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Perhaps, but I don't want to be obvious. :-p</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />4. I like to wear My Love's shirts. I guess I could have changed into some of my own clothes for the sake of appearances but I was keepin' it real ya know... yeah... thats it. At least I had a bra on. I know TMI.<br /><br />5. I crack myself up.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZX5n3DgDI/AAAAAAAABfk/G1-CYhRYaps/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZX5n3DgDI/AAAAAAAABfk/G1-CYhRYaps/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343054655385731122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*whimper*cry*wail*</span><br /><br />Apparently we don't own a computer with the capability to upload an 8 minute video :-(<br /><br />Why didn't I just edit the post so there wasn't all this build up and then a big let down!?!?!?!?!<br /><br />Because I'm a little lazy like that ;-)<br /><br />I'll just include a copy of it for you winners... maybe someday I'll get it to post... until then, read on for the winners.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Congratulations to...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://rlambright.blogspot.com/">Robin @ Be Still and Know</a> - 21st commenter<br /><br /><a href="http://skirkman.blogspot.com/">Skoots1mom @ My Hands His Glory</a> - 100th commenter<br /><br /><a href="http://beyondmicrobursts.blogspot.com/">DaNella @ Beyond Microbursts</a> - 200th commenter (and for most comments)<br /><br /><a href="http://anitalianmama.blogspot.com/">Saundra @ Italian Mama Gone Crazy </a>- 1st random drawing winner<br /><br />You have all won this...<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVKrvsF0I/AAAAAAAABe8/rgQ1R90Ugww/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVKrvsF0I/AAAAAAAABe8/rgQ1R90Ugww/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343051649951471426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />And Danella gets this bonus.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVK3wgjBI/AAAAAAAABfM/mefv_clLh0Y/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 369px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVK3wgjBI/AAAAAAAABfM/mefv_clLh0Y/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343051653176134674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">AND<br /><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://peach867.blogspot.com/">Laura~Peach @ Silence is Broken</a> - 2nd random drawing (must be a nonwinner) winner gets this...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVKmXPrxI/AAAAAAAABfE/m0AIo0Kzd-I/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiZVKmXPrxI/AAAAAAAABfE/m0AIo0Kzd-I/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343051648506769170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">There may be a little something extra thrown in with all those for good measure too.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">YAY!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Also, I want to <a href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/02/pay-it-foreward-and-then-some.html">pay it forward</a> to...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12777608222288520089">Hair Bows & Guitar Picks</a><br /><br /><a href="http://avoiceformoms.blogspot.com/">Mel @ Voice for Moms</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >AND</span><br /><br /><a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/">Linda @ 2nd Cup of Coffee</a><br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Whew! </span><br />Don't be surprised if you don't see me for a few days because I may be passed out on the floor and the kids will be using me as a TV pillow.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm just saying</span> ;-)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Now all of you winners need to send me your mailing address so I can get you your prize and pay it forward. My email is...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">gbhadley @ yahoo . com </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">With no spaces of course ;-)</span><br /></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-85680712149533838182009-06-01T00:57:00.000-07:002009-06-01T01:21:42.179-07:00All Good Things...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />... must come to an end.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg3ygC4bXTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MJRY9mzTPiA/s1600-h/200.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg3ygC4bXTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MJRY9mzTPiA/s400/200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336187765847186738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >The giveaway entry period<br />is officially closed.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Thank you SOOOO much to all my faithful readers and a few new comers for making my dream come true. OK, so it was a small dream, but a dream nonetheless. Not only did you help me reach my goal of 200 comments on one post you surpassed it.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >247 comments!!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >You Rock!</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I will be officially announcing the winners on Wednesday, June 3rd.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">The prizes??????????</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I have a small collection of items to sort through and still more shopping to do. If I know you well enough I may pick out something extra special just for you. i hope what I have so far is worth all your effort.<br /><br />Thanks again :-D<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Now off I go to tally comments<br />and find a hat ;-)</span><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">To see my Project 365 </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">scroll down or click </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-may-17th-may-30th.html">HERE</a>.</span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiONPSh0ZBI/AAAAAAAABeo/_PXA8et3pUQ/s1600-h/project365Logo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiONPSh0ZBI/AAAAAAAABeo/_PXA8et3pUQ/s400/project365Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342268876802778130" border="0" /></a>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-17191582842061718472009-05-31T16:12:00.000-07:002009-06-01T00:49:52.536-07:00Project 365 ~ May 17th - May 30th<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiN1BfkZuRI/AAAAAAAABeg/XTsMsXzshWc/s400/project365Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342242251506039058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunday, May 17th </span>the laundry lines up for washing.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx5E9rV5BI/AAAAAAAABdw/CHtVaJy972U/s1600-h/5-17+laundry.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx5E9rV5BI/AAAAAAAABdw/CHtVaJy972U/s400/5-17+laundry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340276384337355794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Monday, May 18th</span> the kids play a not so quiet game while Marli naps. SHHHHHHHH!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx5EmVp0OI/AAAAAAAABdo/ynB95hjf618/s1600-h/5-18+bees+game.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx5EmVp0OI/AAAAAAAABdo/ynB95hjf618/s400/5-18+bees+game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340276378072371426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tuesday, May 19th</span> My Loves put this moth on James while he was taking a mid-day snooze. James woke up and screamed like a girl ROTFLOL! He quickly calmed down and took his new friend outside where it belonged.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4XLHC5iI/AAAAAAAABdg/u_LEVOcI79M/s1600-h/5-19+moth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4XLHC5iI/AAAAAAAABdg/u_LEVOcI79M/s400/5-19+moth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340275597669230114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wednesday, May 20th</span> we find the moth has found another friend of its own kind this time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4W7-nWMI/AAAAAAAABdY/RfgKyA9HFnM/s1600-h/5-20+moths.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4W7-nWMI/AAAAAAAABdY/RfgKyA9HFnM/s400/5-20+moths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340275593607338178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thursday, May 21st </span>this green climbing frog finally found a resting place on top of the window trim of my parents house after being manhandled by the kids for a bit. I told them that for my birthday I wanted them to let it go... and they did. :-)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4Ww7kXkI/AAAAAAAABdQ/5cyGcIe0Sic/s1600-h/5-21+frog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4Ww7kXkI/AAAAAAAABdQ/5cyGcIe0Sic/s400/5-21+frog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340275590641770050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friday, May 22nd </span>we met some friends by a private lake and while enjoying the sunshine this young buck walked right up to us. It was sort of freaky. I told it to tell his friends to stay out of my yard or else but I'm afraid my warning fell on HUGE def ears.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4WuO1KlI/AAAAAAAABdI/oIJnwzgEBQc/s1600-h/5-22+deer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4WuO1KlI/AAAAAAAABdI/oIJnwzgEBQc/s400/5-22+deer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340275589917256274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday, May 23rd </span>the peonies I gave to my dad are blooming. They are giant and beautiful and smell heavenly. They never put on quite a show for me.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4WShOEQI/AAAAAAAABdA/fkZReIIVIII/s1600-h/5-23+peoney.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Shx4WShOEQI/AAAAAAAABdA/fkZReIIVIII/s400/5-23+peoney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340275582478192898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunday, May 24th </span>Kiah is My Love's date for a friends wedding. I was plain worn out after church and didn't have the wherewithal to help the kids sit quite through a wedding. But Kiah was very excited to see the "princess" wedding and I think her and her dad make a lovely couple.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzP_Qk2zI/AAAAAAAABd4/p1YmHn5mrEI/s1600-h/5-24+kiah%27s+date.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzP_Qk2zI/AAAAAAAABd4/p1YmHn5mrEI/s400/5-24+kiah%27s+date.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240301507730226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Monday, May 25th</span> ...aliens :-/<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tuesday, May 26th</span> The kids were watching a bee on one of the flowers but I thought it looked like the flowers were looking at the kids. teehee.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQJQECRI/AAAAAAAABeA/D9sQG_dM0IA/s1600-h/5-25+peony.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQJQECRI/AAAAAAAABeA/D9sQG_dM0IA/s400/5-25+peony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240304189933842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wednesday, May 27th </span> James catches a baby alligator lizard. At this size they aren't quite as formidable as their adult selves. He gets a thumbs up.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQPA3yqI/AAAAAAAABeI/rjoGnUeldxw/s1600-h/5-27+lizard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQPA3yqI/AAAAAAAABeI/rjoGnUeldxw/s400/5-27+lizard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240305736829602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thursday, May 28th</span>... see Monday.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friday, May 29th</span> I worked a shift at Round Table and did the grocery shopping after. All I wanted to do when I got home was put my feet up and watch Jay Leno's last show. Headlines and Jaywalking, some of the best bits ever.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQVNI9GI/AAAAAAAABeQ/kh2QePW0bwM/s1600-h/5-29+Leno.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQVNI9GI/AAAAAAAABeQ/kh2QePW0bwM/s400/5-29+Leno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240307398898786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday, May 30th </span>I wake to find my white Canterbury bells (?) in full bloom... yes... I see they are not white. I bought them last year when they were two inch starters... now they are four foot purple topped stalks.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQoeIPOI/AAAAAAAABeY/l0MDIxk6m2Q/s1600-h/5-30+flowers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/SiNzQoeIPOI/AAAAAAAABeY/l0MDIxk6m2Q/s400/5-30+flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240312570428642" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Thanks for stopping by. To see other peoples weeks in review visit <a href="http://thebowyers.blogspot.com/">Sara at Make Music From Your Heart to the Lord.</a>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-75224862047308340412009-05-28T23:52:00.000-07:002009-05-29T01:04:52.358-07:00Roundom RudenessSo if you haven't heard yet I just started working at Round Table Pizza. I'm not entirely sure that I am allowed to write about my experiences there but I will anyway because I don't know any better.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Ignorance is bliss. Thats my story and I am stickin' to it.<br /></span><br />Anyway, I have only worked three shifts so far the longest of which was 3.5 hours. Tonight I worked my forth shift and instead of make-up (building and baking pizzas) I was trained to be the pizza runner. This is the person who brings the food to the table after going through an elaborate ritual of figuring out which pizza it is, whether it was paid for and where it is really supposed to go.<br /><br />On a completely different note... Billy Crystal was on Jay Leno tonight. <span style="font-size:130%;"> I am getting old.</span> I can tell because every time I see a celebrity I grew up watching I think, <span style="font-style: italic;">"boy they are getting old."</span><br /><br />~sigh~<br /><br />Billy Crystal is one of my favorite actors who is, quite frankly, beginning to look a little pasty. <span style="font-size:130%;">That means I'm not too far behind. </span> I do admire him though for letting it happen and NOT pulling a Kenny Rodgers permanent surprise but in denial lift.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">If I close my eyes I can picture in my minds eye that Jay is actually interviewing Mike Wisowsky</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">and all is well.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">AnYwAy</span>, I also know I am getting older because the antics of teens, specifically the rude ones, gets on my nerves. I brought a medium twist (six garlic bread twists) to a table of three teens, two girls and a boy. It was accompanied by two little tubs of ranch dressing...standard. The boy asked me for an extra ranch. I knew there was a .25 cent charge for extra tubs but was unsure of how to collect it at that point. <br /><br />I checked with another employee and went back to the table and said, " I'm sorry, it is my first night serving and I was told that extra ranch is .25 cents would you still like one?"<br /><br />After looking at me like I had hissing cockroaches climbing out my nose he answers, dripping with sarcastic teenage angst, <span style="font-size:130%;">"NO, reeeaaally, I'll be just fiiiiine, but thanks A LOT for bringing extra plates, yep, thanks."</span><br /><br />Completely ignoring his tone I respond cheerfully, "You're welcome, enjoy your meal and have a nice evening." <span style="font-style: italic;">Because that is what I am paid minimum wage to do</span>... <span style="font-size:130%;">ignore the fact that someone in this teens life has neglected to tell him that he is not owed a thing just by being born and that not everything in life is free even if you whine for it.</span> All the while thinking... between the three of you you couldn't scrounge up a lousy .25 cents!?! <span style="font-style: italic;">Really!?!</span> You are copping attitude over a quarter cup of ranch!?!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">OOOooo</span>... Prince is on Leno too... I... oh my word, seriously? ... nah... I won't go there.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Don't forget to enter... <br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-it-is-200-with-giveaway.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg3ygC4bXTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MJRY9mzTPiA/s400/200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336187765847186738" border="0" /></a>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26292356.post-4858796242093927672009-05-28T00:31:00.000-07:002009-05-28T01:03:10.275-07:00There is Still TimeTo enter...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adultdeprived.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-it-is-200-with-giveaway.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luRLRTVqgTE/Sg3ygC4bXTI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MJRY9mzTPiA/s400/200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336187765847186738" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I know it probably getting annoying to hear about AGAIN but there is still time to enter this just for fun, its my birthday, I have reached 200 posts giveaway.<br /><br />But don't comment here... only comments on the original post will count as an entry. Just click the pic and you're there. May 31st is the last day to enter and you can put in as many entries (comments) as you want.<br /><br />BTW<br /><br />I mentioned to My Love that my awesome blogosphere friends had helped me to reach my goal of 200 + comments on one post and he says,<br /><br />"Really, I guess there's a first time for everything... and a last."<br /><br />OOOOooooooo... >:-[<br /><br />OK, so I could never really be mad at My Love, and it was all in fun, but...Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07857897915331404159noreply@blogger.com6