Spurs 92 - Suns 87
The Spurs fininshed off the Suns in Round One. They beat them four games to one. Excellent. It was a nail biter!!
Also...
Hornets 99 - Mavericks 94
Dallas went down in flames. They are out. Buh-bye Mavs.
Yes - - that puts the San Antonio Spurs playing the New Orleans Hornets. NO has home court advantage. That could be bad.
Good thoughts. Good, positive thoughts.
When is game one of round two, you ask? Saturday. That's right. On National Scrapbook Day.
Crap.
Wednesday, April 30
Tuesday, April 29
No words.
I know a woman who probably didn't think a second thing about kissing her husband goodnight last night.
I know a woman who is probably replaying the last few tender moments they spent together yesterday. Laughing, loving, cutting up on each other.
I know a woman who curled up on the hospital bed next to her husband this morning. She gently placed her head on his chest.
I know a woman who had to tell her four children this afternoon that their father left this life all too early.
I know a woman who is now a widow.
I know I am a woman who takes it all for granted. Each day given to us is one more than we deserve.
My heart breaks for her.
Big hugs to you J-O. My prayers are with her and the kids.
I know a woman who is probably replaying the last few tender moments they spent together yesterday. Laughing, loving, cutting up on each other.
I know a woman who curled up on the hospital bed next to her husband this morning. She gently placed her head on his chest.
I know a woman who had to tell her four children this afternoon that their father left this life all too early.
I know a woman who is now a widow.
I know I am a woman who takes it all for granted. Each day given to us is one more than we deserve.
My heart breaks for her.
Big hugs to you J-O. My prayers are with her and the kids.
Kirby
If it sounds too good to be true - - it probably is.
Here is how my *anniversary* afternoon (and evening) went.
The door bell rang. I got a little tingly, thinking, "Could it be? Really? Flowers? No way!"
Well, it wasn't. I should have known better. Mr. B does NOT send flowers. It is out of his realm of reasonable. Now a new laptop, that's reasonable. But flowers that die? No. I digress.
It was one of those door to door people. He was handing out coupons and telling me about a new Kirby Vacuum business that was opening up. He asked for my name and phone number. He said that I'd only get a phone call if I won one of the daily prizes they were giving away. No sales calls. He was a sweet guy, in his twenties, and I fell for him. Primarily because he had a handicap. He stuttered real bad. I knew it was hard for him to get out any kind of sentence and I kind of felt sorry for him. He was trying really hard and I knew that his job sucked. So - - I threw him a life line. No sales calls anyway. Right? What could it hurt?
Fast forward to 6:35 p.m. Mr. B is home and we are trying to wrangle the Things. Life was kind of hectic. The phone rang. Guess what? I won a daily prize! (Exclamation point for my emphasis - - and theirs.) Well, cool. I won a set of steak knives. Did I want 2 or 4? Ummm - well four please. (Duh.) Also, I get to have two rooms in my house shampooed for free. Which two rooms did I want done?
*insert sounds of crickets chirping here*
This is where I should have listened to my inner voice. The one that has *never* failed me. The one that tonight I told to shut up.
I told her to hang on, I needed to ask my husband which rooms.
He knew what the gig was. He told me it was my choice if I wanted to do it. Dang him. Why didn't he just tell me to back off? I was convinced I really won something. I was special. (Yeah, me and 16 other households in the area.)
I get back on the phone and told her the living room and the dining room. "Great," she says, "will you be there at 7:30 for someone to drop the knives by?"
"Tonight?"
"Yes, and it will only take her about 35 minutes to do the carpet. And by the way, you'll love the steak knives. They *never* need sharpening. They are the *best* steak knives!"
At this point my inner voice is now yelling at me in Spanish. Probably cursing at me. I shushed her. Again. I think it pissed her off. Because I didn't hear from her again until much later in the evening.
"Okay," I said. "We'll see her then."
Now to break the news to the Mister. He took it better than I thought. He didn't' want me home alone with anyone we didn't know anyway. Whew. I guess he *does* love me.
They didn't show up until 8:00. Some man in a Hummer dropped off a 19 year old girl with a Kirby vac, in a box. Great. She said something about setting it up for the demo. I felt every ounce of color drain from my face. I couldn't even look at Mr. B. I knew he was laughing his butt off. No sales call my ass. It was every bit a sales call. It's Kirby for crying out loud.
It took her twenty minutes to assemble it.
Forty minutes to vacuum my living room. (You know, because my Dyson isn't good enough. She kept opening up the black rag and showing me all of the filth and pet dander. Over and over again.) She kept saying that she had to get it really, really clean because when she shampooed it, she didn't want to create mud on my carpet.
Somewhere in the conversation she started talking about dust mites. OMG!! Freaked me out. She said something about how they take a crap on your face during the night and stuff. What? This makes me want to buy this machine?
I'm going to make this longer story short.
At 10:00. She was finally packed up and on her way out of here. Without us buying a Kirby. I never had any intentions of buying one. Why? I was told it wasn't a sales call. I also already own a vacuum cleaner. A good one. And if I'd vacuumed recently, there might not have been as much mite crap to pick up.
On her way out of the door, I had to ask for my freaking steak knives. I only got two. She said they didn't have enough and they'd have to bring two more by today if I wanted them. No thanks. Please don't ever come to my house again.
Happy Anniversary Honey.
I fell for the oldest trick in the book.
After I apologized to him, and let him laugh at me, I kicked myself in the ass. I'm still begging for forgiveness from my inner voice. She told me I was an idiot and she'd reconsider future negotiations with me. I hope she doesn't leave me. I need her.
If the Kirby people come to your door, wave them off. It's *so* not worth it. $2100 for a vacuum cleaner? Just say no.
Here is how my *anniversary* afternoon (and evening) went.
The door bell rang. I got a little tingly, thinking, "Could it be? Really? Flowers? No way!"
Well, it wasn't. I should have known better. Mr. B does NOT send flowers. It is out of his realm of reasonable. Now a new laptop, that's reasonable. But flowers that die? No. I digress.
It was one of those door to door people. He was handing out coupons and telling me about a new Kirby Vacuum business that was opening up. He asked for my name and phone number. He said that I'd only get a phone call if I won one of the daily prizes they were giving away. No sales calls. He was a sweet guy, in his twenties, and I fell for him. Primarily because he had a handicap. He stuttered real bad. I knew it was hard for him to get out any kind of sentence and I kind of felt sorry for him. He was trying really hard and I knew that his job sucked. So - - I threw him a life line. No sales calls anyway. Right? What could it hurt?
Fast forward to 6:35 p.m. Mr. B is home and we are trying to wrangle the Things. Life was kind of hectic. The phone rang. Guess what? I won a daily prize! (Exclamation point for my emphasis - - and theirs.) Well, cool. I won a set of steak knives. Did I want 2 or 4? Ummm - well four please. (Duh.) Also, I get to have two rooms in my house shampooed for free. Which two rooms did I want done?
*insert sounds of crickets chirping here*
This is where I should have listened to my inner voice. The one that has *never* failed me. The one that tonight I told to shut up.
I told her to hang on, I needed to ask my husband which rooms.
He knew what the gig was. He told me it was my choice if I wanted to do it. Dang him. Why didn't he just tell me to back off? I was convinced I really won something. I was special. (Yeah, me and 16 other households in the area.)
I get back on the phone and told her the living room and the dining room. "Great," she says, "will you be there at 7:30 for someone to drop the knives by?"
"Tonight?"
"Yes, and it will only take her about 35 minutes to do the carpet. And by the way, you'll love the steak knives. They *never* need sharpening. They are the *best* steak knives!"
At this point my inner voice is now yelling at me in Spanish. Probably cursing at me. I shushed her. Again. I think it pissed her off. Because I didn't hear from her again until much later in the evening.
"Okay," I said. "We'll see her then."
Now to break the news to the Mister. He took it better than I thought. He didn't' want me home alone with anyone we didn't know anyway. Whew. I guess he *does* love me.
They didn't show up until 8:00. Some man in a Hummer dropped off a 19 year old girl with a Kirby vac, in a box. Great. She said something about setting it up for the demo. I felt every ounce of color drain from my face. I couldn't even look at Mr. B. I knew he was laughing his butt off. No sales call my ass. It was every bit a sales call. It's Kirby for crying out loud.
It took her twenty minutes to assemble it.
Forty minutes to vacuum my living room. (You know, because my Dyson isn't good enough. She kept opening up the black rag and showing me all of the filth and pet dander. Over and over again.) She kept saying that she had to get it really, really clean because when she shampooed it, she didn't want to create mud on my carpet.
Somewhere in the conversation she started talking about dust mites. OMG!! Freaked me out. She said something about how they take a crap on your face during the night and stuff. What? This makes me want to buy this machine?
I'm going to make this longer story short.
At 10:00. She was finally packed up and on her way out of here. Without us buying a Kirby. I never had any intentions of buying one. Why? I was told it wasn't a sales call. I also already own a vacuum cleaner. A good one. And if I'd vacuumed recently, there might not have been as much mite crap to pick up.
On her way out of the door, I had to ask for my freaking steak knives. I only got two. She said they didn't have enough and they'd have to bring two more by today if I wanted them. No thanks. Please don't ever come to my house again.
Happy Anniversary Honey.
I fell for the oldest trick in the book.
After I apologized to him, and let him laugh at me, I kicked myself in the ass. I'm still begging for forgiveness from my inner voice. She told me I was an idiot and she'd reconsider future negotiations with me. I hope she doesn't leave me. I need her.
If the Kirby people come to your door, wave them off. It's *so* not worth it. $2100 for a vacuum cleaner? Just say no.
Monday, April 28
Happy Anniversary, Mister B
Today marks our 8th wedding anniversary. I never thought he'd do it. I didn't think Mr. B would ever get married. Much less to me. I still remember how cold his hands were when the minister (my brother) asked us to join hands and repeat our vows to each other. They were ice cold.
I'm so glad he married me. I'm glad I married him.
I love you, D.
Now - - if only we were headed to the beach again. Ahhh....
I'm so glad he married me. I'm glad I married him.
I love you, D.
Now - - if only we were headed to the beach again. Ahhh....
Sunday, April 27
*giggle*
My day just got a little better.
I just laughed my butt off as Jason Kidd got ejected from the game. He committed a flagrant foul. It was flagrant for sure.
The Mavericks are about to lose at home and go down in their series 3 - 1. New Orleans will most likely win this series. The winner of this series plays the winner of the Spurs/Suns series.
Mark Cuban does *not* look happy.
Bwahahaha!!!
Good call bringing in Jason Kidd. Nice move, Mr. Cuban.
*insert more evil laughing here*
I nearly peed my pants.
I just laughed my butt off as Jason Kidd got ejected from the game. He committed a flagrant foul. It was flagrant for sure.
The Mavericks are about to lose at home and go down in their series 3 - 1. New Orleans will most likely win this series. The winner of this series plays the winner of the Spurs/Suns series.
Mark Cuban does *not* look happy.
Bwahahaha!!!
Good call bringing in Jason Kidd. Nice move, Mr. Cuban.
*insert more evil laughing here*
I nearly peed my pants.
Ouch...
A horrific defeat this afternoon. That's all I have to say about that.
Here's to finishing off the Suns in San Antonio at 8:30 on Tuesday.
Here's to finishing off the Suns in San Antonio at 8:30 on Tuesday.
Saturday, April 26
Say it Loud!!!
With the help of Tony Parker's career-high 41 points, the Spurs knocked off the Suns 115-99 in Phoenix to take a 3-0 series lead. Parker also had 12 assists while Tim Duncan added 23 points and 10 rebounds. San Antonio can close out the series Sunday.
Is it time to get my broom out? Time to, oh, I don't know. Sweep?
Friday, April 25
The Results
I did not get done anywhere *near* enough. However, I...
* picked up some junk that was scattered around;
* took out the bathroom trash and the kitchen trash;
* emptied and re-loaded the dishwasher;
* wiped down the kitchen counters;
* ran cleanser through the disposal;
* stripped the sheets off of my bed and took them to the laundry room;
* and was totally distracted by the phone.
I've got to get back to work. Stupid internet. It is a time-sucking, vortex of wasteland.
* picked up some junk that was scattered around;
* took out the bathroom trash and the kitchen trash;
* emptied and re-loaded the dishwasher;
* wiped down the kitchen counters;
* ran cleanser through the disposal;
* stripped the sheets off of my bed and took them to the laundry room;
* and was totally distracted by the phone.
I've got to get back to work. Stupid internet. It is a time-sucking, vortex of wasteland.
30 Minute Challenge
Because I don't want to re-set the timer at 15 or 20 minutes...
I'm taking 30.
I'm going to see how much housework I can get done in 30 minutes. I'll post back and let you know.
I'm off!!!
I'm taking 30.
I'm going to see how much housework I can get done in 30 minutes. I'll post back and let you know.
I'm off!!!
Thursday, April 24
Question
I have a question for my fellow bloggers. Does the whole "Six Degrees" thing freak you out? At all?
In my blog surfing tonight, I realized I was linked on a blog. No problem. But I realized that someone else was linked on there as well. Someone I didn't expect. And it hit me like a ton of bricks. I know that I hit the sites on those sites, and so on and so on. It made me wonder. Who has found me? It made me realize that there are just certain things I can't complain about on here.
More paranoia ensues.
Don't worry. I won't change my address again. I am me. In my own way, I don't care. About what people think about me. I mean, I guess I do. Deep down. But my kids and my husband. I do care about what people think about them.
Gah.
Crap.
In my blog surfing tonight, I realized I was linked on a blog. No problem. But I realized that someone else was linked on there as well. Someone I didn't expect. And it hit me like a ton of bricks. I know that I hit the sites on those sites, and so on and so on. It made me wonder. Who has found me? It made me realize that there are just certain things I can't complain about on here.
More paranoia ensues.
Don't worry. I won't change my address again. I am me. In my own way, I don't care. About what people think about me. I mean, I guess I do. Deep down. But my kids and my husband. I do care about what people think about them.
Gah.
Crap.
He just wants to be loved...
A Child Needs...
We are products of our environment it is said
and from birth through life we are variously led
From infancy to childhood others are in charge
When you are little, others seem rather large.
A child needs benevolent and respectful care
As well as being taught to love and play fair.
If a child is taught to respect God and others
He will love himself and likewise his brothers.
Whether our childhood was nurturing or not
Comes the time when we must deal with our lot
The decisions we make will color our future
And show what we're made of as we mature.
If victory is to be won, it's upon God we trust
Knowing, loving and serving Him well we must.
Getting through life is hard enough we all know
Traveling with the Lord is the only sure way to go.
Guide the little ones in the ways of the Lord
So they, too, will praise Him, and to Him accord
All Honor, All Glory, and All Adoration
hearts full of joy and expectation,
toward the day of eternal jubilation
and
infinite exaltation.
I'm sorry for being so cryptic. My heart breaks tonight for a little boy who just wants to be loved.
Know this - - I would fight to the death for my children. That's the difference.
Interesting, isn't it? I fought so hard to bring a child into this world - - biologically. And it wasn't in the cards. I'd have given anything for it. I know of others who would give anything for it. Then there is him. Little Boy Lost. Caught in the middle.
*sigh*
Hang in there Little Man.
We are products of our environment it is said
and from birth through life we are variously led
From infancy to childhood others are in charge
When you are little, others seem rather large.
A child needs benevolent and respectful care
As well as being taught to love and play fair.
If a child is taught to respect God and others
He will love himself and likewise his brothers.
Whether our childhood was nurturing or not
Comes the time when we must deal with our lot
The decisions we make will color our future
And show what we're made of as we mature.
If victory is to be won, it's upon God we trust
Knowing, loving and serving Him well we must.
Getting through life is hard enough we all know
Traveling with the Lord is the only sure way to go.
Guide the little ones in the ways of the Lord
So they, too, will praise Him, and to Him accord
All Honor, All Glory, and All Adoration
hearts full of joy and expectation,
toward the day of eternal jubilation
and
infinite exaltation.
I'm sorry for being so cryptic. My heart breaks tonight for a little boy who just wants to be loved.
Know this - - I would fight to the death for my children. That's the difference.
Interesting, isn't it? I fought so hard to bring a child into this world - - biologically. And it wasn't in the cards. I'd have given anything for it. I know of others who would give anything for it. Then there is him. Little Boy Lost. Caught in the middle.
*sigh*
Hang in there Little Man.
Just random stuff...
I'm pretty sure I had another kidney stone yesterday. *OUCH* A friend came to the rescue with some kind of Mexican Herbal Tea. Yes, that's right. It was basically tree bark. I was willing to try anything. I drank it, and today - - much better. I don't know if I passed the stone or not. It was supposed to "de-calcify" the stone and make it easier to pass. Who knows? All I know is that I feel better today. Stupid stones.
I made an awesome egg salad sandwich for lunch this afternoon. I sometimes blow my own mind with my culinary abilities.
Survivor is on tonight. Go James. Those women are up to no good. It worries me. If anything James - - could you please just flex a lot tonight? O.K., thanks!! Vote out that piece of skank Parvati.
The mister and I have a date tomorrow night. We will be celebrating our 8th anniversary on Monday. (8 years. Wow. Lucky him.) We are going out tomorrow night because it is Parent's Night Out at church. Dinner out and home to watch the Spurs. Yes - - it's what I want to do. He is a lucky, lucky man. All this and a Spurs fan!
That's all for now. Oh - - one more thing. I'm stewing some chicken right now. Tonight we are having King Ranch Chicken. Jealous?
Ciao.
I made an awesome egg salad sandwich for lunch this afternoon. I sometimes blow my own mind with my culinary abilities.
Survivor is on tonight. Go James. Those women are up to no good. It worries me. If anything James - - could you please just flex a lot tonight? O.K., thanks!! Vote out that piece of skank Parvati.
The mister and I have a date tomorrow night. We will be celebrating our 8th anniversary on Monday. (8 years. Wow. Lucky him.) We are going out tomorrow night because it is Parent's Night Out at church. Dinner out and home to watch the Spurs. Yes - - it's what I want to do. He is a lucky, lucky man. All this and a Spurs fan!
That's all for now. Oh - - one more thing. I'm stewing some chicken right now. Tonight we are having King Ranch Chicken. Jealous?
Ciao.
Wednesday, April 23
An update
...'cause I know some of you are on the edge of your seat and forgot to check ESPN's website today. *smirk*
The Spurs beat the Suns again last night. That's right, baby. They lead the series 2 - 0.
Here is another pic - - just for Yoda!!
Tuesday, April 22
Hectic, busy day ahead of me...
So - - it begins.
I am proud to say that I have already made my bed, fixed school lunches and fed breakfast to both kids. (To those of you with school aged kids, I know this is no major feat. For me - - this is monumental. The mister checked to see if I had fever.)
Now, I must go shower myself and maintain my momentum.
*thinks to myself*
Wow, a proper night's sleep does wonders. Must put that one in my play book for future reference.
I am proud to say that I have already made my bed, fixed school lunches and fed breakfast to both kids. (To those of you with school aged kids, I know this is no major feat. For me - - this is monumental. The mister checked to see if I had fever.)
Now, I must go shower myself and maintain my momentum.
*thinks to myself*
Wow, a proper night's sleep does wonders. Must put that one in my play book for future reference.
Monday, April 21
BFF's
Nothing like a word from the Father, direct to my inbox today. Whew. Thank you, Lord.
BFF
Susanne Scheppmann
“But there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.”
Proverbs 18:24b (NIV)
Devotion:
Do you know what BFF means? Neither did I. However, I discovered that BFF is something that we all long for and need in our lives. Here’s how I learned the meaning for the acronym BFF.
Recently, I spoke at a conference in California where a beautiful young woman worked the soundboard. I was desperate to have all the sessions recorded, so I could produce a good quality promotional CD. Although I try to record myself on a small digital recorder, it seems something always happens. The battery goes dead. The microphone doesn’t work. Or more than likely, I forget to turn on the recorder. So as I said, I was desperate.
But this sweet servant of the Lord smiled at me, crossed her fingers tightly in front of my face, and said, “I will be your BFF this weekend.” A blank looked must have crossed, because she grinned and translated: “best friend forever.”
Do you remember in grade school when your BFF was whoever you happened to be playing with in the sandbox on that day? Do you remember in high school when your BFF was the girl who could be trusted to know about your crush on a certain, cute boy? Do you remember at your wedding when your BFF stood beside you in a bride’s maid dress? Do you know where all those women are today that you once deemed your “best friend forever?” Me neither.
As I pondered the phrase, “best friend forever,” I realized whom it most appropriately applies to: Jesus. We can always know where He is – He is right by our side daily! The bible describes Jesus as a friend who sticks closer to us than a brother does. He wants us to believe Him and to walk beside Him. Just as with any friendship, time must be spent to build an intimate relationship. We make time to go to lunch, coffee, or shopping with our girlfriends. Do we make time for Jesus in our day-to-day life? Do we deem Him our BFF? Or is He just a friend on Sunday mornings when we attend church?
Let’s decide today to concentrate on our relationship with Jesus. Let’s make time to spend with Him on a one-to-one basis. Grab a cup of coffee and have your devotional in a quiet place. Make time to develop your relationship with Jesus. He’s the best Friend you will ever find!
Dear Lord, I want You to be my Best Friend Forever. Remind me each day to spend time with You and to develop my friendship with You. I thank You and praise You, for You are a friend that is closer than a brother. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
Susanne Scheppmann
“But there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.”
Proverbs 18:24b (NIV)
Devotion:
Do you know what BFF means? Neither did I. However, I discovered that BFF is something that we all long for and need in our lives. Here’s how I learned the meaning for the acronym BFF.
Recently, I spoke at a conference in California where a beautiful young woman worked the soundboard. I was desperate to have all the sessions recorded, so I could produce a good quality promotional CD. Although I try to record myself on a small digital recorder, it seems something always happens. The battery goes dead. The microphone doesn’t work. Or more than likely, I forget to turn on the recorder. So as I said, I was desperate.
But this sweet servant of the Lord smiled at me, crossed her fingers tightly in front of my face, and said, “I will be your BFF this weekend.” A blank looked must have crossed, because she grinned and translated: “best friend forever.”
Do you remember in grade school when your BFF was whoever you happened to be playing with in the sandbox on that day? Do you remember in high school when your BFF was the girl who could be trusted to know about your crush on a certain, cute boy? Do you remember at your wedding when your BFF stood beside you in a bride’s maid dress? Do you know where all those women are today that you once deemed your “best friend forever?” Me neither.
As I pondered the phrase, “best friend forever,” I realized whom it most appropriately applies to: Jesus. We can always know where He is – He is right by our side daily! The bible describes Jesus as a friend who sticks closer to us than a brother does. He wants us to believe Him and to walk beside Him. Just as with any friendship, time must be spent to build an intimate relationship. We make time to go to lunch, coffee, or shopping with our girlfriends. Do we make time for Jesus in our day-to-day life? Do we deem Him our BFF? Or is He just a friend on Sunday mornings when we attend church?
Let’s decide today to concentrate on our relationship with Jesus. Let’s make time to spend with Him on a one-to-one basis. Grab a cup of coffee and have your devotional in a quiet place. Make time to develop your relationship with Jesus. He’s the best Friend you will ever find!
Dear Lord, I want You to be my Best Friend Forever. Remind me each day to spend time with You and to develop my friendship with You. I thank You and praise You, for You are a friend that is closer than a brother. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
Sunday, April 20
The Playoffs have begun...
To summarize my feelings, check out this clip...
That's right. That's my boy Tim. The Spurs won in double overtime. DOUBLE overtime. This rocks.
Go Spurs Go!!!
That's right. That's my boy Tim. The Spurs won in double overtime. DOUBLE overtime. This rocks.
Go Spurs Go!!!
Friday, April 18
It's stuff like this...
Baby Bro once commented that he noticed Cam caught a lot of grief on here. It's true. He catches a lot of grief on here. I believe it has a lot to do with incidents like this:
That's right. That's his tennis shoe. His tennis shoe that he's owned for less than a month. In the pitcher of gatorade that was less than an hour old. That's sitting in my kitchen floor. Notice the gatorade on the floor? That happens when you continually dunk a shoe in the full pitcher. In and out. In and out. I wasn't a physics major or anything. But I could figure that one out. The submerged shoe caused the overflow of the freshly made gatorade to spill over the sides and all over my clean floor. Have you ever made gatorade? It's sugary and sticky.
To say that I wasn't happy would be a gross understatement. I had been in the shower. I was trying to get ready for church. (This happened Wednesday afternoon.) After the proper discipline - - and there was some - - I got the floormate out and sucked up that vile poison from my tile.
Who dunks their shoe in the gatorade pitcher? Why? His socks were underneath his shoe. His other shoe had already been sufficiently dunked as well. Boys. Curious little boys. I said I didn't want to mess with little girl hair. So this is what I get. I gave up sensitivity for insanity.
So, Baby Bro, when you want to know why I give The Cam Man a little grief - - it's stuff like this. It's the Terrible Two's. He's unleashed his monster within and he's coming after his mommy.
The Cat is Out of the Bag
Yep - - my LSS is closing. I've known about it for a week and had to keep a lid on it.
Believe it or not - - I've lost sleep over this. I have met some of the most wonderful friends in my life at that place. Some friends who have seen me through some really hard times. To see it end, to see the store close - - it's like losing a piece of me.
*sigh*
It doesn't make it right, but perhaps it helps to explain any extra bits of being pissy on my part. Sometimes life isn't fair.
This, too, shall pass.
**Edited to add - - Baby Bro won't have a clue what LSS is. It is Local Scrapbook Store.
Believe it or not - - I've lost sleep over this. I have met some of the most wonderful friends in my life at that place. Some friends who have seen me through some really hard times. To see it end, to see the store close - - it's like losing a piece of me.
*sigh*
It doesn't make it right, but perhaps it helps to explain any extra bits of being pissy on my part. Sometimes life isn't fair.
This, too, shall pass.
**Edited to add - - Baby Bro won't have a clue what LSS is. It is Local Scrapbook Store.
Thursday, April 17
Addendum to previous post
You know I love the attention. Please keep reading. *insert sheepish grin here*
Not stalker. Professional crazed fans. Is that better? Tee hee hee.
I love you guys!!!!!
Not stalker. Professional crazed fans. Is that better? Tee hee hee.
I love you guys!!!!!
Single White Female
In an effort to snatch myself from the fiery jaws of a crappy mood, I did a little research and found this post about stalkers. Enjoy...
Single White Female?
During some recent browsing and surfing, I happened across a couple of blogs discussing the concept of having a "blog stalker". Apparently a blog stalker is a person who reads without commenting, usually a person unknown to the blogger. The blogger sees the visitor in their traffic stats and feels uneasy. "Who is that person from *insert location that shows in stats* who logs onto my blog 10 times a day, reads it more than I do and never says "hello"??"
I think it's a bit melodramatic to label a blog visitor a stalker just because the blogger doesn't know who they are. If I wanted privacy I could blog in a social networking site and set my profile to private, only having people I know on my contacts list. I choose to publish a public blog and so I'm going to get readers - and reader is the word I use to define the people who turn up in my traffic stats whether they are regulars, commenter's or random one topic visitors.
I suppose it's possible someone might develop an obsession with reading a person's blog, and it is the risk one takes putting oneself "out there", but I'm not one for choosing to live in fear of another's potential bad behaviour. I tend to cross bridges when I come to them, rather than get my journey knotted up by imagining bridges that may never materialise. I thank my stars I'll never have to deal with the likes of John Cusack and Samantha Morton's alleged stalkers.
It is a wee bit fascinating to contemplate why a person moves into that kind of attachment towards another and, in trying to get control of someone else, loses total control of themselves. They seem to get lost in the fantasy world and forget to step out - perhaps they ran out of string or forgot to leave a trail of breadcrumbs, and their fantasy develops into a darker attachment and in the worst cases begins to impact the life of someone else.
I'm all for fantasy. I think fantasy is just a natural part of the human brain and it's part of the creative process. I think it's perfectly acceptable to brighten a dour day with a mind-meandering into something outrageous or unlikely. I confess to an intrepid past including being the middle ingredient of a Sixx and Lee sandwich, a whirlwind tour of the seven seas as Captain Jack's better half and the more than occasional adventure in the arms of the sexiest (famous) man alive, Ray Winstone. I think it's healthy. I think it's creative. It's definitely fun.
So readers unless you have some sort of ill intent towards me, or an inability to detach from the world of fantasy, I will not worry that you read and don't comment and I won't use the word stalker to define you...
Now tell me that wasn't funny. And yes, I have tracking software on here. Yes, I know some of you hit this site *several* times a day. And never comment. It makes me laugh. Are you guys in love with me or just bored out of your mind? *giggle* You're in love with me, aren't you? I knew it. I'm a little in love with myself, too. I'm a pretty dang good catch. Remember? I'm a trophy wife.
Single White Female?
During some recent browsing and surfing, I happened across a couple of blogs discussing the concept of having a "blog stalker". Apparently a blog stalker is a person who reads without commenting, usually a person unknown to the blogger. The blogger sees the visitor in their traffic stats and feels uneasy. "Who is that person from *insert location that shows in stats* who logs onto my blog 10 times a day, reads it more than I do and never says "hello"??"
I think it's a bit melodramatic to label a blog visitor a stalker just because the blogger doesn't know who they are. If I wanted privacy I could blog in a social networking site and set my profile to private, only having people I know on my contacts list. I choose to publish a public blog and so I'm going to get readers - and reader is the word I use to define the people who turn up in my traffic stats whether they are regulars, commenter's or random one topic visitors.
I suppose it's possible someone might develop an obsession with reading a person's blog, and it is the risk one takes putting oneself "out there", but I'm not one for choosing to live in fear of another's potential bad behaviour. I tend to cross bridges when I come to them, rather than get my journey knotted up by imagining bridges that may never materialise. I thank my stars I'll never have to deal with the likes of John Cusack and Samantha Morton's alleged stalkers.
It is a wee bit fascinating to contemplate why a person moves into that kind of attachment towards another and, in trying to get control of someone else, loses total control of themselves. They seem to get lost in the fantasy world and forget to step out - perhaps they ran out of string or forgot to leave a trail of breadcrumbs, and their fantasy develops into a darker attachment and in the worst cases begins to impact the life of someone else.
I'm all for fantasy. I think fantasy is just a natural part of the human brain and it's part of the creative process. I think it's perfectly acceptable to brighten a dour day with a mind-meandering into something outrageous or unlikely. I confess to an intrepid past including being the middle ingredient of a Sixx and Lee sandwich, a whirlwind tour of the seven seas as Captain Jack's better half and the more than occasional adventure in the arms of the sexiest (famous) man alive, Ray Winstone. I think it's healthy. I think it's creative. It's definitely fun.
So readers unless you have some sort of ill intent towards me, or an inability to detach from the world of fantasy, I will not worry that you read and don't comment and I won't use the word stalker to define you...
Now tell me that wasn't funny. And yes, I have tracking software on here. Yes, I know some of you hit this site *several* times a day. And never comment. It makes me laugh. Are you guys in love with me or just bored out of your mind? *giggle* You're in love with me, aren't you? I knew it. I'm a little in love with myself, too. I'm a pretty dang good catch. Remember? I'm a trophy wife.
Wednesday, April 16
*Sigh*
I'll say this. I'm sick of the double standards. I feel isolated and alone. I feel it in a place I shouldn't feel it. I feel bitterness creeping into my heart. I question my usefulness and even my own desire to serve at all. Don't get me wrong. My faith in Him is strong. But my heart is heavy. It hurts. Before the lectures start, I know. Don't run. I know. I know! I find every excuse under the sun not to go. And that's just sad. My spirit aches. And desperately needs to be fed.
My heart also aches. Bad. I can't even tell you how many of my girlfriends' marriages are in jeopardy. Serious trouble. *sigh* Hang in there, girls. Let our Heavenly Father carry you through this. Rest in His comfort and His grace. *Know* that He loves you even when you feel unlovable or can't find it in you to love much.
Well, I broke my promise. I said I would keep things light-hearted on here. Oops! :p Just keepin' it real.
My heart also aches. Bad. I can't even tell you how many of my girlfriends' marriages are in jeopardy. Serious trouble. *sigh* Hang in there, girls. Let our Heavenly Father carry you through this. Rest in His comfort and His grace. *Know* that He loves you even when you feel unlovable or can't find it in you to love much.
Well, I broke my promise. I said I would keep things light-hearted on here. Oops! :p Just keepin' it real.
Bummed
Ugh. Procrastination bit me in the butt. Again. It wasn't entirely my fault this time. It was partly the Mister's fault. We were planning on going camping this weekend. That was the plan. We were a little hesitant because of the weather. But it looked like it would be nice, so yes. Let's do it. He just needed to check on the camper and make sure it was okay. He hasn't been out to where we store it since the last time we camped. Last year. Months ago. I needed his "go ahead" before I made the reservations. No hurry right? From looking online, there were still spots left at our favorite campground. He finally went by the storage room last night and gave me the green light to make the reservation. I got online this morning and it was too late to make the reservation online. So I called the reservation center. They said the only sites left were the "first come, first served" spots. (We are *not* going to drive that far and risk not getting a spot. That would suck. Suck!) As luck would have it, I could make a reservation for Monday. What? Monday? Lady, are you at all familiar with how this weekend camping thing works? No thanks.
So, we won't be camping this weekend after all. Well, the boys might. The Mister might take each boy, one at a time, by themselves, to our local state park (yippee) and camp there. Good times. I'm not that excited to camp. The boys would enjoy it. I think. Mister B is going to go scope it out tonight.
I went ahead and made our reservations for the third weekend in May while I was online earlier. I was able to snag our favorite spot. Planning ahead. What a novel idea.
I'm going to go sulk now.
So, we won't be camping this weekend after all. Well, the boys might. The Mister might take each boy, one at a time, by themselves, to our local state park (yippee) and camp there. Good times. I'm not that excited to camp. The boys would enjoy it. I think. Mister B is going to go scope it out tonight.
I went ahead and made our reservations for the third weekend in May while I was online earlier. I was able to snag our favorite spot. Planning ahead. What a novel idea.
I'm going to go sulk now.
Monday, April 14
Stuff
Okay, here.
Then I stopped in Dublin at the Dr. Pepper place. I don't even really fancy the beverage that much and wasn't that thirsty. But - - I was there. And wanted to see it. So I went inside the store and bought the Mister a t-shirt.
I then went through Comanche to Granna's house. Granna was married to my Grandfather. She has been pretty sick. She had been in the hospital but had been dismissed. So I went by her house to see her. We had a brief visit. It makes me sad to see her sick. To be honest, I think my Grandfather's death literally broke her heart. *sniffle*
Somewhere on the way home from there, I can't remember where exactly, there is a wildlife ranch. I've seen it several times before and wanted to stop for pictures, but the Mister never wanted to. Guess what? I was driving and I was in charge.
I. Can't. Stop. Yawning. My weekend is finally catching up with me. I went to bed at 3:30 Sunday morning and got up around 9:30. Then it took me all day to drive home. Why? I had about a gazillion stops to make. Well, not really that many. But several. I took the scenic route home. The interstate had a lot of construction and let's just face it - - it isn't pretty. I was alone for the ride home (yay - - I love to travel alone) and wasn't too concerned about "making good time." Plus, some of the stops I needed to make required me to "go the back way."
First I stopped at a roadside park north of Stephenville and took some pictures of some bluebonnets. Pretty, huh? I was thrilled to have found some.
Then I stopped in Dublin at the Dr. Pepper place. I don't even really fancy the beverage that much and wasn't that thirsty. But - - I was there. And wanted to see it. So I went inside the store and bought the Mister a t-shirt.I then went through Comanche to Granna's house. Granna was married to my Grandfather. She has been pretty sick. She had been in the hospital but had been dismissed. So I went by her house to see her. We had a brief visit. It makes me sad to see her sick. To be honest, I think my Grandfather's death literally broke her heart. *sniffle*On to Brownwood. Since I was there, I went by the cemetery to see where my grandparents were buried. I hadn't been since the funeral last year and wanted to see the headstone and foot stone. *more sniffles* I really, really miss all of my grandparents.
In Brownwood I stopped at Taco Bueno. Oh how I wish we had one of those here. I have a particular fondness for the Party Burrito. Muy Bueno. And the Cinnamon Chips. Yummers. Plus, they had a functioning potty. Mucho necessito at this juncture.
On the road again. (Willie Nelson style.) Because - - what I haven't mentioned was that on my trip, I bought a new hat. At Cracker Barrel of all places. It was 70% off. And pink. Pale pink. D said it looks very Whiskey Tango. (aka - - White Trash) I love it. I put it on in Brownwood when I got back in the car. I feel some attitude when I wear it. Don't I look cute? (Yes, I took my own picture. I'm *that* good.) I was getting tired and needed to wake up. So - - on with the hat and the attitude.
Somewhere on the way home from there, I can't remember where exactly, there is a wildlife ranch. I've seen it several times before and wanted to stop for pictures, but the Mister never wanted to. Guess what? I was driving and I was in charge.
Zebras in West Texas. Who'da thunk?
While stopped, Judy and Selena went flying by. They turned around and came back and Selena took pictures with me. They said they recognized that "pink hat." *snort*
On the road again.
My last stop was at the hospital. Not for me. For my Mom. She has cellulitis and was hospitalized while I was on my way home. So, I stopped in to see her.
It was great to be home. I think everyone was happy to see me. They acted like it anyway.
I'm off to fold clothes. (Someone forgot to page the laundry fairy for me while I was gone. Humph...)
*yawn*
Tired.
So tired.
Must have coffee.
I had a blasty, blast. Good times. No - - GREAT times.
I will update later. But first, I must go police the child and his guest. I'm hearing toys being dumped out. That does *not* take me to a happy place this Monday morning. I was not planning on entertaining today. But when asked to - - I could not say no. My neighbor is not feeling well and you know me - - I'm nice that way!! (Or is it that I have "Sucker" tattooed to my forehead?)
Smooches. Tired smooches.
So tired.
Must have coffee.
I had a blasty, blast. Good times. No - - GREAT times.
I will update later. But first, I must go police the child and his guest. I'm hearing toys being dumped out. That does *not* take me to a happy place this Monday morning. I was not planning on entertaining today. But when asked to - - I could not say no. My neighbor is not feeling well and you know me - - I'm nice that way!! (Or is it that I have "Sucker" tattooed to my forehead?)
Smooches. Tired smooches.
Wednesday, April 9
Dang it, Yoda. I didn't have time for this...
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Busy, busy, busy!
I have lots to do. And the Spurs play LATE tonight. Not just any game either. They play Phoenix. Ugh. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for a late switch-up in the plans for the weekend. A switch that leaves me driving my car to the retreat. At 9:00 in the morning. YIKES!!! The perk? I can load it tonight. Perk #2? I'm driving. I'm in control. Starbucks? Ab-so-freakin'-lutely.
I'm a little stressed out about having my plans changed on me at the last minute. Let me put it to you this way - - I was hesitant. I'm nervous about the new arrangement. For a number of reasons that I better leave un-said. Simply because the written word has come back to bite me in the butt TOO many times. Very recently, I might add. I know I have several stalkers. I vowed not to intentionally hurt anyone's feelings. So I'll just leave things as they are and say no more. Just know that tomorrow could be *very* interesting. Pray for safe travels and no lead in my foot. I don't have the safety net of being "ticket-free" anymore. So I can't speed and get there.
*sigh*
With all of that being said (clear as mud, I know) I shall sign off until Monday. I will leave you with...
GO SPURS GO!!!!
I'm a little stressed out about having my plans changed on me at the last minute. Let me put it to you this way - - I was hesitant. I'm nervous about the new arrangement. For a number of reasons that I better leave un-said. Simply because the written word has come back to bite me in the butt TOO many times. Very recently, I might add. I know I have several stalkers. I vowed not to intentionally hurt anyone's feelings. So I'll just leave things as they are and say no more. Just know that tomorrow could be *very* interesting. Pray for safe travels and no lead in my foot. I don't have the safety net of being "ticket-free" anymore. So I can't speed and get there.
*sigh*
With all of that being said (clear as mud, I know) I shall sign off until Monday. I will leave you with...
GO SPURS GO!!!!
Sunday, April 6
Scrapbook Retreat!!!
I leave for my Scrapbook Retreat on Thursday. THURSDAY!!! I finally uploaded my pictures last night. The mister picked them up for me today. I have a lot to do between now and then in order to prepare. I'm normally *way* ready by now. ACK!!!! So, expect less blogging from me this week.
Ciao.
Ciao.
Friday, April 4
The Results, Part Deux
Let me just say, I think I just kicked this house's arse. I *own* this place!
This time I...
This time I...
- swept the kitchen
- swept the laundry room
- started a load of laundry (the peed upon bath mat - - I also resisted the urge to hunt down the cat and kick her furry butt outside)
- folded a load of laundry (put half of it away)
- wiped down the counter and the toilet in the kid's bathroom
- cleaned the mirror in their bathroom
- took out the trash in their bathroom
- finally, I cleaned up some craft stuff I've been working on and put in all in one bag
That's right. I am officially a Domestic Goddess. Try not to feel threatened by my righteous domestication.
Now go. Go and be the queen of your domain. Don't let your weekend frighten you. Clean away now and awaken Saturday to the glorious smell of fresh pine. Drink your coffee on Saturday morning guilt free. That's what I'm going to do. For I am B, Domestic Goddess and Trophy Wife.
The Results
Whew. That went by fast.
I...
I...
- cleaned off the kitchen counters and the bar
- then I wiped them down with Clorox Anywhere (I *so* love the clean, fresh smell.)
- picked up the kids stuff scattered all over the living room (and put it all away)
- put the pillows back on the couch (does this job ever end?)
- took out the kitchen trash (Yes, Husband, I know how to do this!)
- made my bed (don't judge me)
- took out my bathroom trash
- hung up towels
- wiped down Wii controlers so the Mister doesn't flip out about how sticky they are
- transferred a freshly peed upon bathrug to the laundry room (Wheezer, if you hadn't just had surgery I'd so kick your butt.)
I feel so rejuvenated. Inspired actually. I'm going to see where 20 more minutes get me. This power cleaning rocks.
Be back shortly. Well, in twenty.
Twenty minute cleaning challenge...
They do these on a message board I'm a member of. I'm going to give it a whirl here. I need some inspiration. I'm going to start the timer and clean/pick stuff up for twenty minutes. Then I'll come back here and report what I got done. First I'll start a video for the kids so as to minimalize my distractions. No phone, no t.v., no computer. Twenty minutes devoted to my house.
See you in twenty...
Go...
See you in twenty...
Go...
Thursday, April 3
Realistic Friendship Promises
1. When you are sad -- I will jump on the person who made you sad like a spider monkey jacked up on mountain dew.
2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
3. When you smile -- I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in.
4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get.
5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining.
6. When you are confused -- I will use little words and draw pictures to explain.
7. When you are sick -- Stay away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.
8. When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your clumsy butt.
2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
3. When you smile -- I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in.
4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get.
5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining.
6. When you are confused -- I will use little words and draw pictures to explain.
7. When you are sick -- Stay away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.
8. When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your clumsy butt.
A note to my concerned stalkers...
I did wake up feeling much more alert and rested.
Watch out world! She's back and ready to blog something!!!
Bwahahaha!!!!!!
Watch out world! She's back and ready to blog something!!!
Bwahahaha!!!!!!
Wednesday, April 2
I feel sorry for you...
...those of you I'm closest to anyway. My family and my friends. Why you ask? Because I didn't like me today. And if I didn't like me, there was a better than average chance that you didn't like me today either. Law of averages.
Why did I not like me today? Migraine yesterday. I had to go and get a shot for it. The kind of shot that knocks me out for the rest of the day. It also makes me quite "hazy" for the better part of the following day as well. That's where today was. Hazy. The trouble with being in this state is my temper is >*< short. My poor children. I know I snapped at them a lot today. I was just so short fused. Ugh. I hate the day after my injections. I feel like such a mean, momma bear. I also feel like I'm moving in slow motion and everything should be moving faster. It frustrates me.
Combine all of the above and you get one big crap-hole of a day.
The good news is that tomorrow I will most likely awaken feeling completely rested and ready to greet this world head-on. And I'm ready for that moment to arrive. I'm ready to feel alive and back in the game again. Bring. It. On!!!
Nevertheless, it's still today. And I'm wiped out. So - - I shall drag my sorry butt to bed. It's a miracle! I will be in bed with the lights out before midnight!!!!
peace
Why did I not like me today? Migraine yesterday. I had to go and get a shot for it. The kind of shot that knocks me out for the rest of the day. It also makes me quite "hazy" for the better part of the following day as well. That's where today was. Hazy. The trouble with being in this state is my temper is >*< short. My poor children. I know I snapped at them a lot today. I was just so short fused. Ugh. I hate the day after my injections. I feel like such a mean, momma bear. I also feel like I'm moving in slow motion and everything should be moving faster. It frustrates me.
Combine all of the above and you get one big crap-hole of a day.
The good news is that tomorrow I will most likely awaken feeling completely rested and ready to greet this world head-on. And I'm ready for that moment to arrive. I'm ready to feel alive and back in the game again. Bring. It. On!!!
Nevertheless, it's still today. And I'm wiped out. So - - I shall drag my sorry butt to bed. It's a miracle! I will be in bed with the lights out before midnight!!!!
peace
Tuesday, April 1
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