Just a Bunch of Stuff

5

2012-01-27T11:01:00.001-05:00

Five Years.

Tami has lived without her son now for five years.

Five years ago, her son was killed in an auto accident. He was nineteen years old. He was in college, on the college golf team, and life was ripe for the picking. And then it was over. Just. Like. That.

Tami posted on her Facebook page yesterday : “5 years ago today my life was perfect~the next day my life changed forever~thank God for my family and friends”

Tami and I were friends back in the days of high school, in Terre Haute Indiana. We had chemistry together and discussed anything BUT chemistry during that late afternoon class. Back then, neither of us had any idea where our lives would end up.

I read the Facebook R.I.P. page for this young man today. It’s a place where his family and friends can go to speak to him, to let him know he’s on their mind. I felt his spirit there. I felt the strength of his family, especially his mother; whose life is changed forever.

I know that life can change in the blink of an eye. I know that life is all about learning to live with those changes and to make the most of all we have. What I don’t know is how she does it, or how any of us moms could/would do it. I did it as a daughter and granddaughter. But as a mom? I just can’t fathom.

So today, I honor Tami and all she has done to just keep going. For five years.

Mid Week Mute

2012-01-25T19:33:00.003-05:00

Missed Connections

2012-01-23T20:09:00.000-05:00

I'm a sucker for a good love story. Oh, I'm a sucker for any story really. I was on Craig's List tonight and noticed that in the personals, they have an area known as "missed connections." That piqued my curiosity, nosiness and romantic nature. I have no idea what I thought I would find, but certainly none of these:

I was checking out in the garden section buying dog food .....you were in a blue long sleeve shirt and gray sweatpants and bought something worth 6 bucks. I watched you all the way to your white Suburban...with the company name on the back glass. I just wanted you to know how stunning you are. If you read this and might be interested....drop me a line back.

Okay. Dude didn't want to stand in line. Chick had on, NOT what I consider to be a stunning sounding outfit? But, then again, what do I know? And, what did she buy for 6 Bucks? Oh yeah, and the headline for this one was, "I saw you at the Goose Creek WalMart...."
It looks like a lot of love connections are being made at WalMart; or rather, being missed at WalMart. This one was titled "WalMart SuperCenter..."

I saw you on the clearance isle this afternoon. You were dressed in black and white shirt and black pants. I can't stop thinking of you. What did I say to you?

I don't know about you guys, but I'm dying to know what he said. I can only imagine it was earth shattering and life changing? Or maybe he discussed the "Isle" of WalMart?

I've spent the last thirty minutes perusing these ads. I've learned a few lessons tonight. Most of them are harmless. Some are pathetic. A few of them are a bit creepy. (do people really answer those creepy ones?) I was very relieved not to see Taylor described on there anywhere. There's a lot of guys looking for guys. A lot of eye contact is made while people are pumping gas, standing in line, and ordering food. WalMart, grocery stores and fitness clubs are where it's happening folks. So, if you're looking for a hookup, try one of those spots?

I'll leave you with my favorite; once again, this took place at WalMart. (who'd have thunk it?)

You were ahead of me in quick checkout at Walmart, wore white shorts and casual blouse; I started whistling an "old tune" you recognized and you started dancing right there. We spoke briefly and shared oldies music memories. I said 'you have a great memory for music' and you smiled then walked away. If you have rhythm in your soul and are looking for fun, contact me here. I hope we meet again. Alex

Oh Alex. You slay me.

Blogger Stress

2012-01-22T19:35:00.002-05:00

I truly enjoy blogging. Most times, something will happen during my day that I want to share, dissect, vent, relive, etc. My hope is to blog at least four times a week, with five being the ultimate in disciplined.

Either I'm having a dull couple weeks, or I'm not feeling motivated. I think it's a bit of both? I'm not coming up with many good ideas and I'm boring myself as I write.

This lethargy has invaded a few areas of my life. I think the only thing I accomplished this weekend was cleaning two toilets. Barely. Well, I did make a salad, a dip and visited with friends and family. I guess that counts for something, eh?

Okay, maybe I accomplished a few things, maybe it's that I'm overwhelmed by all there is to do? The furniture is dusty. Taylor's room needs to be reorganized. All the rooms need to be painted. I should be going through drawers and emptying all the junk. And on and on and on. I know we all have these lists. Why do they never get shorter? Finish one thing and another needs attention. There's always something or someone that needs attention. Ack!

In addition to all that kind of stuff, I have to remember to be a good wife, mom, sister, friend, boss and woman. I don't know about you, but sometimes I'm not very good at doing all this stuff. My multi-tasking is multi-sucking. Maybe spending the weekend accomplishing nothing will regenerate my batteries?

At least I got a blog post out of it all. Here's to a blog-post-filled, get a lot of things done week for all of us.

Hi There Saturday!

2012-01-21T14:01:00.000-05:00

Man, I love the weekends.

No bras.
No alarms.
No makeup.
No having to be "on" and thinking.
No pressure.
No check writing (unless for fun!), no decision making and no darn work.

Naps.
Doing something fun.
Doing nothing.
Reading
Not reading.
Hanging out with friends.
Forgetting about the stress of the week that was and the week to come.

Rainy Saturday sleep ins.
Sunny Saturday afternoons.
The Gilmore Girls
Crap Movie Sunday
Catching up on DVR'd shows for the week
Taking a second to appreciate all the good things in my life.

Better prepared food.
Wine
More naps
Watching English Premier League Soccer
Planning trips
Hearing the wind chimes ring

Yeah, weekends are the BEST. Hope yours is!

Apology

2012-01-20T22:47:00.002-05:00

It's totally from left field and Adele induced...

I am so sorry I wasn't there when you passed. I didn't know any better. But, to me, I was there.

Not a day goes by that you don't pass my mind or my heart.

Mid Week Mute

2012-01-18T19:02:00.001-05:00

Tuesday Randoms

2012-01-17T20:14:00.003-05:00

Did we all have a nice long weekend? It was awfully difficult to drag my butt out of bed this morning and head into the office. I sure enjoyed all my sleeping I did this weekend.

We went out to lunch yesterday. There was a really cute toddler girl sitting in a high chair at the table next to us. She was wearing a cute little poncho, had pigtails (my favorite) and her nails were painted. She ate from the time we sat down until the time they left. At one point, she was licking the cup that contained her Ranch dressing. I told the mother how much I enjoyed watching her, you know, I was complimenting her child, and she kind of blew me off. Even Steven thought she was being rude. I was having so much fun until then. But mom's ugliness was a turn off.

We bought a new toaster oven yesterday. It's more complicated than the space shuttle.

Oh! We've booked a trip to Seattle in April. I am thrilled! I'm still finalizing details, but for now, we have a cottage booked and will be taking the train to Vancouver for a three day stay. I also understand I'll be doing some kind of ceremony for my friend, Mel, to put some ghosts to rest. I look forward to seeing the West Coast (haven't been there!), seeing the Pacific Ocean and trying some local wines. If any of you have been there, please tell me what to see and what not to see!

I think I need to watch Downton Abbey. I'm hearing some great things about it.

We went to a new bar Saturday night. It's actually right across the street from Taylor's apartment. It was AWFUL. The staff was very nice, but the crowd was young and loud. I felt like an old fart. I don't like feeling like an old fart.

I read a horrible book last week. Well, I listened to it. I kept waiting for it to get better, but it never did. It was about three sisters. Maybe because I don't have a sister, I just didn't get it? Nah. It was crap.

Remember the joy of reading the "Little House" books for the first time? I always wanted to be Laura. I never cared for the TV series, but I sure did like reading those books.

I hate spending money on: sunglasses, insurance, bras and sheets. How crazy is that? Because I really like my eyes, my life, my boobs and sleeping comfortably.

Have a good Wednesday everyone!

Lest We Forget

2012-01-16T08:56:00.003-05:00

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.

Jan Jan Big Fat Pan

2012-01-13T10:00:00.001-05:00

Today is the last day I get to work with my buddy Jan.

After thirteen years, she’s had enough and is moving on to greener pastures; mommydom. Well, she’s already a mommy, but now she’s doing that hardest of jobs, staying at home with the little princesses.

Jan and I have never worked in the same office, as we live in two different cities. Our friendship was born and blossomed via emails and occasional work gatherings. She has become one of my very best friends and while I’m terribly happy for her, I’m wondering just how I’m going to do this day in and day out, without her.

You see, we’ve been through a few things together. Things like.....

Employees with Monday-itis
Co workers with aliases
Co workers with checkered pasts
Mass Exodus of employees
My first DAVE concert (Lover Lay Down!)
Hearing about the 20 or so that followed
Divorce
Birth (twice)
Thirteen years of hirings, firings and everything in between
My Empty Nest
Guilty Mother Syndrome
Gas, Heartburn, and bodily function stories. Daily.
What’s for lunch?
Marriage and all that goes with it
Real Housewives Recaps
Any Deposits Today?
Elastic waists versus any other kind
Sharting
Pat
Short Men with Clunky Heels playing the guitar with Dave
BW, B–W, PKW, KGB, CJ, CJ’s MOM, QB
That made me laugh out loud
Rose-isms, Grace-isms, Taylor
Men and all their.....loveliness
Heartbreak
Seeing someone we admire elected as President
Animals are better than humans
9/11

I am sure we will remain friends always, but our friendship will change. That’s just a fact. And that’s okay. Knowing that she is happy makes it all okay.

For thirteen years, I’ve started and ended my day with an email to Jan, and today is my last day to do that. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go make some more memories.

Cheers Jan! Be Happy!

Mid Week Mute

2012-01-11T19:49:00.000-05:00

Kicking it Up a Notch

2012-01-10T19:28:00.000-05:00

You know how I've thrown/tossed water at the guy on the off ramp? Well, I have a cool new idea that is helping me to take it to a new level.

My friend, Mary, sent me a link with an idea for a thing called a "blessing bag." I think it's a great idea. It's such an easy thing to make and took me very little time. Granted, I didn't have a party, or invite small children over to teach important lessons, but I did make my own bag.

And, granted, I've been calling it a Hobo Bag, and that's really not right.

But, tonight when I was at Target buying some frivolous crap for myself, I detoured to the travel aisle and bought a few things for someone who needs them. I thought about this man for a few minutes and I hope that maybe I sent him some good energy. Here's my bag:

I'm especially happy that I remembered to include the sunscreen. And the wipes. And the deodorant. And the toothbrush/paste. Oh heck,all of it.

I am hoping I have the discipline to do these monthly. (because it's not the money issue, it's the remembering, the shopping and the doing) Do you have any suggestions on items to include?

I hope I don't bop him in the head with this thing when I toss it at him.

Corey

2012-01-08T19:58:00.001-05:00

About five weeks ago, Steven bought me a little treat and brought it to me at the office. Actually, he bought me two treats that day, but I'm only discussing one in this post.

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to Corey:

For years, I've been talking about getting a fish for my office. I like the idea of having a little friend there to keep me company. But, like most things in my life, I'm all talk and no action.

Steven stopped by Petsmart for dog and cat food one day, and he stumbled across the fishies. He tells me the story of the nice fish salesman who helped him with his purchase. Apparently, fish deliveries are made on Thursdays, so he didn't have to select one of the fish left in the inventory. But, Steven, being Steven, (and one of the reasons I love him so) was perfectly happy with the "runt of the litter." So, Corey was selected, his bowl, food and water treatment purchased, and he was transported to Rivers Avenue. (by the way, he was named Corey after the nice salesman)

So, now Corey spends his days listening to me sigh, growl and moan. He seems to really enjoy show tunes, so I let him listen to the Broadway channel. He has been welcomed with open arms by my co-workers, and our cleaning crew feeds him for me on the weekends. He came home with me for Christmas vacation, and spent good quality time staring at our cats. He has lived past his two week guarantee time. Are we on borrowed time?

It's amazing what another living "thing" can do for your mood. My little friend is with me throughout my day, and I feel like he's on my side. I wish I'd done this long ago, but am so happy to be coexisting with Corey now. As Ethel Merman would say,

"With you for me and me for you

We'll muddle through whatever we do

Together, wherever we go!"

***fish and photo by Steven

Grocery Store Fashion and Other Randoms

2012-01-05T19:03:00.001-05:00

Have you ever purchased clothes from the grocery store? Well, I can add another notch to my belt. I was in the BiLo today (NOT one of our nicer stores) and I spied something that looked really comfy. I bought the two piece velour set. In black. Extra beautiful. $19.99

And now I'm sitting here in my grocery store loungewear. Can't touch this.

I saw my hobo friend yesterday. (I wish I had a better name for him. He's the guy who sits on the off ramp?) Anyway, I'm so glad to see him. That means the last time I tossed/threw the water at him, I didn't hit him and hurt him. I gave him another water, without injury, and he blessed me. Thanks Mr. Hobo.

It's been colder here in Goose Creek this week (oh, that rhymed!) than it was in the mountains over New Years.

One of my bestest buddies at work resigned her position yesterday. We've worked together for thirteen years, and we email constantly throughout the day, and have shared every major life event together. I am so happy for her, and so sad for me. So so sad for me. I'm in the midst of a big pity party as we speak.

I really like Patron Tequila Margaritas.

I'm very excited about Project Runway Allstars. Team Mondo.

In my head, I'm already planning my next vacation. I just need my bank account to catch up. Where should we go?

Katy Perry and Russell Brand are splitsville. Huh.

Oh! Beauty and the Beast in 3D is coming out next week. I LOVE THAT MOVIE. I think it's one of my all time faves. I want Mrs. Potts to be my mom.

Since I'm having a pity party, I'm going out for sushi tomorrow night. Since Steven doesn't like sushi, this means we will go to one restaurant where he can eat something he likes, pay and then go to my place for sushi. Folks, that's what we call C O M P R O M I S E.

I'm glad to report that my Christmas decorations are down and put away. (thanks to Steven) It came and went like a whirleybird this year.

Me and my grocery store clothes wish you a happy weekend! Velour rules!

Mid Week Mute

2012-01-04T19:41:00.001-05:00

Moving SLOW

2012-01-03T21:53:00.002-05:00

I'm still in vacation mode.

But, I'll be back soon.

Just as soon as I wake up.

Yawwwwwnnnnnnnnnnn.

Last Day of 2011

2011-12-31T09:06:00.000-05:00

Happy New Year's Eve from just outside Bryson City, North Carolina.

I am watching Manchester United and can look out the window and see this gorgeous view. How good is life on this last day of 2011?

We're just chilling, eating, relaxing, hot tubbing and getting ready to ring out the old and ring in the new.

And this little fella (made by Mary) wishes all of you a very happy 2012!!!

Mid Week Mute

2011-12-28T21:01:00.005-05:00

Some of my favorites from the year---

What Is, Isn't?

2011-12-27T01:40:00.003-05:00

I'm a middle of the night Hallucinator.

For example, about thirty minutes ago, I woke up and saw a hole in my bedroom ceiling. I guess it was caused by wear and tear on the roof and the rain we had yesterday. Next to that hole was a Barbie "mobile" that Steven had made, consisting of ten or so naked barbies.

Only, none of that was there. The "hole: was a shadow thrown by a glass mobile I have hanging over my bed. As for the Barbies? I can't explain that one away.

I don't know what causes these sightings. I wear my contacts to bed, so it's not a lack of focus. (Don't tell my eye doctor, I tell her I rest the at night!) I'm thinking excitement or stress might contribute to it, as I'm now sitting here on the couch unable to sleep.

The ceiling fan is the central happening place for my hallucinations. Earlier tonight, I woke to find our cat, Mikki, curled up on the lamp portion of the ceiling fan. Uh huh. I've also seen Eeyore on the ceiling, just above the fan. Over the years, various animals have rested in that spot just above the fan. But not really.

I haven't had a drop of alcohol, eaten anything crazy, or taken some type of drug. (illegal OR legal!) I totally admit that I'm nuttier than a fruitcake. But, Eeyore? A Barbie Mobile?

Holy Mind Tricks Batman.

Linus

2011-12-24T23:24:00.005-05:00

This is really the only way I know how to put it. Merry Christmas to all of us. Linus Van Pelt has it going on.

"And there were in the same country shepherds, abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them! And they were sore afraid ... And the angel said unto them, "Fear not! For, behold, I bring you tidings o great joy, which shall be to all my people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ, the Lord."

"And this shall be a sign unto you: Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger." And suddenly, there was with the angel a multitude of the Heavenly Host praising God, and saying, "Glory to God in the Highest, and on Earth peace, and good will toward men."

"That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown." - Linus Van Pelt

Two Days Before Christmas Ramblings

2011-12-23T15:53:00.002-05:00

DONE! Yep, everything is bought, wrapped, sent and marked off the list. Now I laze.

Oops. I just remembered I have to make some Party Mix.

Does Santa put toothbrushes in your stockings?

A squirrel yelled at me this morning. Well, "yell" might be too strong. He was definitely yammering at me as I got out of my car. I'm in trouble with the wildlife community?

Oh, speaking of wildlife---a coworker read my Owl Girl post. Now this fine lady was raised in Kentucky and she swears she knows what that noise was: the Eastern Screech Owl. She said that many a night she would be walking in the dark, hear this noise, and it would scare the B'Jesus out of her. Listen here if you dare! I'm still not convinced that OG isn't living in our backyard, but at least now you know what she sounds like?

Four days off work. Such sweet sweet words.

SIX days until the mountains. Sweeter words.

What's for dinner?

It's about 900 degrees here today. NOT very Christmasy. I miss Midwestern Christmas weather. The chance of a white Christmas here? ZERO.

I love tortilla chips, but hate the aftertaste they leave in my mouth. Blech.

I wonder how many people are getting an IPAD for Christmas.

I know an 8 year old boy who wants Santa to bring his daddy home for Christmas. Daddy is deployed in the Middle East. Try explaining to your child that Santa can only do so much.

I could watch Grey's Anatomy reruns all day long. Every day.

Yeah, I'd like to have some chickens running around in my backyard. The squirrels could yell at them instead of me. Yeah. Chickens for Christmas.

I bet that doesn't happen.

Mid Week Mute

2011-12-21T13:00:00.004-05:00

One of these things is not like the other.

Owl Girl

2011-12-19T19:42:00.000-05:00

There's something strange going on around here.

A few months ago, I was lying in bed. Steven was asleep. All the animals were in their usual positions on the bed. The windows were open, and all of a sudden, I heard the creepiest scariest noise EVER. It was a cross between an owl hooting and a small child crying. Both Rockett and I sat up and looked at each other. (Steven continued to sleep) Our minds said to each other, "What the HECK was that?" Then it happened again. Whoa. I couldn't figure out if it were animal or human. All I know is that it gave me the major willies.

The next morning, I relayed this to Steven and he reacted appropriately, but I'm sure he thought I was crazy, hearing things, or embellishing. (I do have a tendency to do that---) I thought about this owl/girl thing and wondered what the heck that was. But, after a day or two, Owl Girl left my mind.

But folks, she's back. This time, Steven heard her. He came running from the front of the house, back to our bedroom, with a total look of fright on his face. Her 'noise' made the hairs on his arm stand up! He was cynical no longer. He heard Owl Girl, and joined the world of freaked-out-ed-ness on Bronwen Court.

Since then, we've heard her a few more times. It's always at night when we hear her. One time, upon leaving the house, Steven tells me that something flew by his head. Could it have been?

We've googled nocturnal animals to check their noises. Nothing resembles what we heard. We have cats, and this noise is not made by a cat. It's not a dog, it's not a possum, not a raccoon.

We've now started to wonder what Owl Girl might look like. Is she cute? Is she scary? Is she sexy? How big is she? Is she all feathers? Is she angry? Is she hurt? Why is she living in our back yard? Regardless of the answers, I feel that she's now part of our crazy family. (Need I remind you of our Christmas card?)

I will keep you posted on Owl Girl's visits. I have just one question at this point--just what does one buy for an Owl Girl for Christmas?

Dysfunctional Family Christmas

2011-12-18T19:03:00.000-05:00

We're not your typical family.

Ho to the Ho Ho Ho

A Perfect Friday in December

2011-12-16T19:42:00.000-05:00

Well, I hesitate to use the word "perfect," but it was really a GREAT day. I received so much love today. Well, to be fair, I do receive a lot of love every day, but today was extra special. It started out with a special message from Mel, my original blogger friend. Starting the day with words from this wise woman means starting the day ahead of the game.

Steven and I go to Sonic a couple times a week for a #13 Breakfast Combo, no egg, large unsweet tea. It is usually on Saturdays, but occasionally I'll treat myself during the week. (Remember, food = love) We have the most wonderful girl that works at our Sonic. She remembers my order, she calls Steven, "Boo" and she always greets us with a smile and warmth. That is gift enough, right? Well, today, she gave us a Christmas card. I was seriously blown away. She is nice to us each and every day, and she took the extra step this morning, and gave us a card. Inside, she signed it, "Michelle from Sonic." That made it precious in itself.

Later in the day, the mail came at work. In it was a package from a fellow blogger, Grandma K. (check her out, you'll love her!) In it were hand sewn Christmas decorations, all with the most gorgeous detail. I was so surprised to receive these thoughtful treats, and at work! Be still my beating heart. GK sent me a loving warm Christmas card and it warmed me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Thank you Karen. You are a blessing to me! There are more that didn't make it into the picture, but these show you how adorable they all are.

So, after all this love and goodness, I get home from work to a package on my front porch. The package was from my dear friends from St. Louis, the Jackson's. Remember, just a few days ago, I mentioned them when speaking of my favorite tree ornament, the St. Louis Arch. Well, there is a new one to rival it. It is a World Series Champion St. Louis Cardinals ornament. I now have two all time favorite ornaments, and both are from the same folks and honoring that special city.

I am enjoying my Friday night with a lovely glass of Chardonnay, I ate some yummy pasta, and am now settled in for a night on the couch with my computer, my animals and the husband. I feel so thankful and so loved, and grateful that life is so good.

Oh, and just to keep it real: here's Steven's favorite ornament on our tree...

Happy Friday Friends. I hope you are feeling the love.
<3

Mid Week Mute

2011-12-14T18:38:00.001-05:00

“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh?" he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you.”

Some Christmas Preparation Randoms

2011-12-13T20:08:00.000-05:00

***and two photos of Taylor's new apartment. Her bedroom is on the left. Too cute, eh? It's in a neat part of town, and was built in 1927.

Whereas I don't really like addressing Christmas cards, I do enjoy thinking about my friends when I see their names.

Some people move around a LOT!

I adopted a kid for Christmas this year (presents only!) and I am very stressed that he won't like what I bought him. It's been a few years since I bought something for a 10 year old boy.

I do enjoy the Christmas lights on people's houses.

Two houses that normally go WAY overboard with Christmas decorations have no lights or decs put up this year. The curiosity is killing me. I want to ring their doorbell and tell them it's just not the same without their goods.

I think I bought most of my gifts from Amazon.com this year.

I have managed to avoid the mall up to this point. I am very proud of this accomplishment. In case you don't remember, I loathe the mall.

I really need to buy some new Christmas ornaments. I bet I forget to buy them on the 26th.

Steven is doing an art show Christmas night. That's a first.

Christmas is in twelve days, and for once, I'm feeling like I'm ahead of the game. This could be dangerous; I anticipate a last minute panic where I spend more money on people I'm afraid I forgot.

Wrapping gifts hurts my back. Please explain.

That white door on the left is Taylor's front door. It opens to steps that go up to the second level. It's so darn cute. And yes, the name of that restaurant is "Aunt Bea's."

I can't decide if I like colored lights or white lights better. I change my mind all the time.

Do you have a star or an angel (or something else?) on the top of your tree? We have a star. Well, it's on the top on the bottom. (our tree is suspended from the ceiling, upside down)

I love to hear about people's Christmas traditions and stuff. Tell me some of yours!

Axe Answer

2011-12-11T14:44:00.000-05:00

Overwhelmingly, the vote was for picture #2. Yes, that was the photo taken by STEVEN. My, what a humbling moment this has been. I am not number one. Well, I was number one, but I'm not number one.

If you can follow that thought process, I'm truly impressed!

Thanks for playing sports fans!! I'm going to go work on my photographic skills.

(and smell some Axe while I'm at it!)

PS: Sandie--as soon as your son becomes interested in girls? He'll smell like a rose. Until then, plug your nose baby.

Axe Me This

2011-12-09T22:16:00.000-05:00

Steven insists only one of his armpits sweats. He's told me this for years. I don't doubt him. But, I still think it's odd.

Until he lived full time in the good old U S A, he didn't even wear deodorant. But, even if you're English,if you live in South Carolina, you have to adjust to wearing the stuff. And so he has. Finding the right stink preventer has been an ongoing process. But, I think we finally made it.

When I was younger, I used to enjoy the scent of the Mennen Speed Stick. As an aged mature woman, I must admit I love me some Axe. You know, the stuff the young kids wear. Young studly dudes with washboard abs use this stuff. It comes in many manly flavors. My fave is DARK TEMPTATION. Hello! How good does that sound??

This is the point where I admit that I like to stock up on the good smelling stuff when I go to Target. And, yeah, that interloper on the left is some awful lemon/lime concoction that gets used when he's low on the good stuff. Almost every time I go to Target, I buy a can. And, I feel like I've accomplished something when I find the can.

If they made a perfume that smelled like the Dark Temptation Axe, I'd buy it. Steven tried to suggest to me that I just spray the Axe on myself, and I had to tell him that even though that sounds logical, that would be way too easy.

Well, Steven left all the cans out for me today to show me just how many he has, and that he's probably stocked up for awhile. I'm thinking the AXE is running a close second to my toilet paper obsession. Oh well. I take great stock in good smelling things.

Now, which pic do you like better? The first one, or this last one? No wrong answer. I'll let you know which one of us took which picture, I just need to know which one you prefer.

And, if you hanker smelling something good, check out this dark temptation!!!!

I Vant To Blog

2011-12-09T17:55:00.002-05:00

That's said in my best Greta Garbo voice!

I feel like I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off this week. Go here, go there, go everywhere, go nowhere!!

I just wanted to say hello to blogland. I miss you! Wish you were here! I can't wait to be together again very soon.

Love,
The Ju

Mid Week Mute

2011-12-07T20:35:00.000-05:00

R R R Random!

2011-12-06T20:06:00.000-05:00

Happy Tuesday in December y'all!!!

My stockings are hung by the chimney with care. I got a bit sad when I pulled out Bailey's. :-(

I think I have about 75% of my shopping accomplished. This could be a bad thing. Finishing this early means earlier panic, and more money spent at the last minute because I forgot what I already bought.

They now make Hershey's Kisses with candy cane bits inside of them. Interesting.

The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills are depressing the heck out of me this year.

But, the Real Housewives of Atlanta are cracking me UP.

I still miss All My Children.

Steven bought me a fish. His name is Corey. He likes show tunes. He keeps me company at work.

Twenty-three days until the mountains.

I watched "A Charlie Brown Christmas" last night. STILL the all time best Christmas special.

It was 78 degrees here today. That's too darn hot for December.

Does anyone else email themselves reminders?

Some of these jobs on "How it's made" look really tedious. Attaching the ring to a whistle? Whew. Imagine doing that all day long.

You can buy almost anything at a Walgreen's. Including wine.

I never took a dance class. It's no coincidence that I'm not a good dancer.

I've had front row seats at two concerts: Frank Sinatra and Hall & Oates. Frank had one foot in the grave, but still held his own. Hall & Oates? Magnificent.

My favorite Christmas ornament is a wooden St. Louis Arch that my friend Rose bought me. It gets the prime spot on the tree every year.

The light in my dining room is bright green on a pink cord.

It is NOT all about me. I have to remind myself of this on a daily basis.

Have a great night, and thanks for stopping by!

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!!

2011-12-04T13:17:00.000-05:00

(sorry I'm a day late!)

Well, there were four entries in my Adele DVD giveaway.

So, this morning, I wrote down those lovely names. (Thank you for entering!!)

Rockett is so excited that she can hardly stay awake.

I popped them into a very hairy Team USA baseball hat.

See, they're all in there. Along with the cat hair.

Steven did the draw for me, so, here he is sticking his paw in the hat.

And we have a WINNER!! Congratulations to Grandma K! I am thrilled to be sending you the Adele DVD. I hope you enjoy her, her music and her saucy language. Please email me your address. My email address is judi@bill-green.com (if you want to just leave it in a comment, that will be fine too, whatever you prefer!)

Thank you guys for playing. I hope all your Christmas wishes come true!

A Give Away!

2011-12-01T18:24:00.000-05:00

In honor of my love for Adele---
In honor of Mel's birthday---
In honor of the fact that I ordered an extra---

I'm happy to give away this:

All you need to do is tell me what your favorite Adele song is and why. If you don't know Adele, that's okay, just tell me what song moves you and why. And, heck, if you don't want to do that, just tell me what's on your Christmas list.

I just want to share this great DVD with someone. If one person comments, you win. If more than one comments, I'll just put the names in a hat and pull out a winner. I figure I'll pull a name on Saturday. If no one reads this, I'll be really embarrassed.

And I'll have two copies.

Good luck!

Mid Week Mute

2011-11-30T21:29:00.000-05:00

What a Lovely Evening

2011-11-28T19:28:00.000-05:00

I officiated a wedding this past Saturday evening.

No, I'm not ordained by the internet.

Here, in South Carolina, a Notary Public can marry folks.

The wedding was held at Boone Hall Plantation.

How gorgeous is this?

And get this??!! The bride's name was JUDI.

Spelled right and everything.

The only negatives were the bugs that swarmed my head and body during the entire ceremony.

I wasn't alone though, they were annoying everyone.

I'm just grateful one didn't fly up my nose, or down my throat.

I do love a wedding.

These folks aren't crying. They're swiping at the dang bugs.

Congrats to Ryan and Judi!

Retro Turkey Day

2011-11-27T20:04:00.000-05:00

Well, did we all have a nice Thanksgiving? I know I feel well rested and filled to the gills! I've eaten a LOT of food in the past few days, and taken many naps. It's been loverly!

In years past we've spent the day at friend's houses or we've had some friends over to ours. This year, it was just Steven, Taylor and myself. It was so nice and low key.

Since I had the time, I chose to use some of the things that I don't get around to using often enough. I pulled out my grandmother's china. I need to use these more often, as Steven and Taylor seemed stunned to see a "gravy boat." At one point in my life, I had my own china, given to me at my first wedding. But, that stayed with the ex when we split (apparently, he had an affinity for pink china...). Having my grandmother's china is much more special.

I also used my mom's silver . Although, I can't remember if it's silver, or silver plate. Either way, my mom had it for years, and now it's mine. All the pieces have a cursive "J" on them for Jamieson. I'm pleased that they still go with JuJu. And man, the knives are L O N G.

So, we had the traditional fare, and we ate it on Grandma's china, scooped it up with Mom's utensils, and we all sat down to eat at Grandma's Pseudo Table. When I made my annual Party Mix, I stored it in Grandma's yellow tupperware bowl. The family was represented!

Granted, I would have much rather had them all here with me. (for one, the food would have been much better!) But, since they were spending the holiday (and all holidays) in Heaven, it was just nice to have them here via the china, the forks and the tupperware. For that, I was really really thankful.

And now, it's on to Christmas people. Twenty Eight Shopping Days. Ugh.

2011 List of Most Appreciated Things

2011-11-23T21:58:00.000-05:00

Yep, this blog is just what it says. I'm THANKFUL for:

the kids, the husband, the brothers, the grandmother, the SIL's, the nephews, the inlaws and the extended fam
friends, near and far
cream cheese
Manchester United, Missouri Tigers and the St. Louis Cardinals
DMB, Jonny Lang, Adele, and all music that moves me
the Broadway channel
my Kindle
Rockett and the cats
even though it frustrates the everliving daylights out of me: my job
puppies
the margarona
Rose Jackson and fam
this blog and all my blogging friends
the yayas
Grandma's blanky
Avondale Wine and Cheese
JR Martinez
all veterans, past and present
comfy PJ pants
no bra/no makeup days
sleeping in
napping
going to bed early
long epic novels
Chex Party Mix
cul de sac cat (aka Esmerelda)
newborn babies that aren't mine
women
good ex husbands
clean sheets
flushing toilets
food in the fridge
food in the belly
and love in the heart.

YOU? Throw five of yours at me?

Kicking it Old School

2011-11-21T18:47:00.000-05:00

You know how I like and prefer a lazy Sunday, right? Well, yesterday, I got my duff out of the bed and went out into the real world for a change.

I had read about an art awareness/fundraiser in town; one that featured outdoor art. They were painting outdoor murals on walls in a fun area of Charleston.

They featured different artists painting during the day, and their art was available for sale and on the silent auction. They featured some graffiti artists, and we were able to watch them create.

There were Food Trucks.

And there was break dancing. OH MY. There was break dancing. Take us back to the day! Steven loves break dancing. His favorite movie is Electric Boogaloo. So, this was right up his alley. I felt VERY cool as I sat there and watched them "battle." I seriously felt like Eminem was going to show up at any moment. I have no idea how they make their bodies do the things they do.

Kids were dancing. People were cheering. Sweat was running down my backside and into my nether region. That kind of killed my cool factor.

It was a great day, and I ended up realizing that the whole world can be a canvas!

Even a baby in a belly!

Blast from the Past

2011-11-18T21:11:00.000-05:00

Well, it's Friday night, and I've just watched back to back episodes of the $25,000 Pyramid.

I'm in Retro TV Heaven.

This is Dick Clark at his finest. The man leaned on his podium and led the contestants through the subjects, the Lucky 7, and the tiebreaker. (Choose a letter?) He gave great suggestions when they didn't make it to the top of the pyramid. He gave great advice on how to play the game better. He suffered when the contestants didn't win. He rejoiced when they did!!

Oh, the guest stars. Just tonight, I've seen Florence Henderson, Bill Cullen, Earl Holliman and Elaine Joyce. (funny, I bet they were all on Love Boat at one time...) Some of them were really good. Some were really bad. But no matter, they all seemed truly pleased when a contestant beat that dreaded pyramid! By the way, the 70s were NOT a good fashion era for game shows. Just saying.

This is truly my favorite all time game show. I enjoyed a lot of them along the way--- (Jeopardy, Price is Right, and Match Game) and there were many that annoyed the living daylights out of me---( Press Your Luck [no more WHAMMIES], Family Feud with anyone other than Richard Dawson or Steve Harvey, and Hollywood Squares. I STILL shudder when I think of Paul Lynde. YIKES!!) But for sheer strategy, smarts and reaction time? It was and is the Pyramid.

They gave away great prizes. Tonight, alone, they gave away a VIDEO CASSETTE RECORDER, a trip to Tahiti, and $1100 in the Lucky Seven segment. They graphics were nice and simple. The sweaters were hideous and the hair was BIG. Ahhhh. Those were the days.

Thanks for the memories Dick Clark.

Mid Week Mute

2011-11-16T21:29:00.000-05:00

Trying To Be Glad

2011-11-14T19:09:00.000-05:00

I'm reading everyone's thankful blogs, posts and Facebook statuses. I love these blogs, because people are really taking time to be thankful and think about all the good in their life. I'm hoping I can get to the thankful spirit by Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, and all because of that focus on the good things in life.

As I've moaned about of late, I'm struggling to find the good right now. In an attempt to get on the right track, I'm going to do the "Things I'm Glad I'm Not" or "At least I'm not" kind of post today. I apologize in advance.

At least I'm not Rick Perry, Herman Cain, or anyone running for office.

At least I'm not associated with the Penn State Football Program.

At least I've been married longer than 72 days. (170 to be exact!)

I may have all sorts of drama in my life, but at least I don't have the shouting matches that the Real Housewives have. Any city.

Real glad I'm not pregnant.

At least I can look at myself in the mirror at the end of the day, and I'm okay with that person looking back at me. Although, she really needs to invest in a good eye cream.

Real glad that husband of mine finally saw the light after twelve years.

Real glad that leggings are in style. They are the most comfortable things on the planet.

I am missing my babies, but at least they are doing well in their lives and working hard toward their goals.

Real glad I live with a fellow animal lover, and that fellow animal lover understands how important it is that we all sleep in the same bed together. Meow and Woof.

At least we have a short work week next week. For that, I am already THANKFUL.

And, I'm real glad you're reading this. My hat's off to you!

Just What the Doctor Ordered

2011-11-12T17:29:00.001-05:00

Steven and I decided a few days ago that we were going to go to the beach today. The temperatures were forecast to drop, but we planned to take provisions so we would be comfortable. We are both listening to books so the plan was to sit and listen and chill.

We both dressed in layers. I even wore socks. (I hate socks) I packed a hat, scarf, and blanket. I wore my big old white hoodie. I even dried my hair before we left the house. We packed ourselves into the car and took off, having to make THREE stops prior to the beach.
1. Subway for lunches
2. WalMart for Steven's chair (it made me physically sick to step inside a WalMart, just so you know, but since we threw away our chairs at the end of last season, and didn't remember that until today, we had no choice)

3. Beach Shop to get a REAL beach chair. (I like to sit low to the ground) They had ONE chair It looked beachy enough, but also awfully teeny tiny.
.

After all this, we make it to the beach. The weather was glorious. After the short walk to the water, I realized how very warm it actually was. Off came the hoodie. Off came the shoes. Off came the socks. I squeezed my extra beautiful derriere into my beach chair (designed for sexy nubile young ladies), turned on my book and escaped to 1917 England for a couple hours.

I watched dogs on the beach, kids throwing rocks, lots of bike riders, those crazy people who run, and even a plane doing loop D loops. Steven listened to his book right next to me, and it was honestly the perfect afternoon. I hope yours was just as wonderful!

Mid Week Mute

2011-11-09T18:51:00.000-05:00

Still the Best

2011-11-08T19:48:00.001-05:00

Best Song Ever

Gotta make a change
For once in my life
It's gonna feel real good
Gonna make a difference
Gonna make it right

As I turned up the collar on
A favorite winter coat
This wind is blowin' my mind
I see the kids in the street
With not enough to eat
Who am I to be blind
Pretending not to see their needs

A summer's disregard
A broken bottle top
And a one man's soul
They follow each other
On the wind ya' know
'Cause they got nowhere to go
That's why I want you to know

I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change

I've been a victim of
A selfish kinda love
It's time that I realize
There are some with no home
Not a nickel to loan
Could it be really pretending that they're not alone

A willow deeply scarred
Somebody's broken heart
And a washed out dream
They follow the pattern of the wind ya' see
'Cause they got no place to be
That's why I'm starting with me

I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change

I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make that change

You gotta get it right, while you got the time
'Cause when you close your heart
(You can't close your, your mind)
Then you close your mind

RUFF

2011-11-06T19:07:00.000-05:00

It's been a rough couple days. (weeks? months?) I know from my last few posts you've figured out that my job has posed quite the challenge for me of late. Without going into specifics, I'll just stick with the fact that it's been R O U G H.

I spent Friday hiding away from the world.

It didn't work. The world kept on spinning, and with it, all the things making my life rough.

It doesn't work when we try to avoid our problems, or hope they go away. Clamming up and not letting out my emotions isn't too bright either. I've been doing a lot of both lately. And, last week, I felt like I hit Rock Bottom.

That didn't feel very good. I must admit.

But, a few things have started happening, and I am choosing to believe they are signs that things are going to start getting better.

I went out with a dear friend Thursday night, ate a ton of sushi and drank a lot of wine and talked and talked and talked. It was cathartic. Later that night, I found this View Master Slide on the ground. I'm going to carry it around with me to symbolize that things are on the upswing. Little things. Little Steps. Happy Birthday Mickey Mouse.

We went to Waffle House today and the service and food was absolutely perfect. Again, another sign that things are looking up, as the service and food are NEVER both right in our WH location. I felt the cloud lifting a bit in that crazy Waffle House, and for some reason this ketchup bottle spoke to me.

I know I'm really searching for signs here.

I spent the weekend with my very supportive husband and good friends, and feel ready to face the world again. I know it's going to be another difficult, challenging week, but at least I now feel that I'll come out okay on the other side.

Thanks Mickey Mouse. Thanks Waffle House.

Dreams

2011-11-05T09:01:00.000-04:00

A friend asked me last night, "if money were no object, what would be your dream job?"

Have you pondered this question lately? I mean, as an adult with an established life?

I think the last time I spent thinking about this question was when I was in college trying to decide my major. (By the way, I decided my major based on foreign language requirements. GREAT thinking on my part) But, with her question, that's all I've been able to think about this morning.

When I was young, I wanted to be a Broadway singer. I just knew it was going to happen. I think I believed this well into college. I sincerely thought I could support myself through music. But, obviously that didn't happen. Part of it was lack of effort, part having a family, part getting comfortable in the secure life I was building.

So, it's been a long while since I've really pondered this. What do I want to be when I grow up?

I think I'd like to make a difference somewhere. That's all I've got.
Oh, I'd love to work with animals, or the elderly.
I'd love to work with Project Innocence.
I'd also love to open a bar with Steven and live above it. We would have a cozy little place and enjoy all our regulars.
I'd also love to work as a bank teller again, I loved that job. Balance at the end of the day, and that's it. Nice and neat.
Dog walker? Forensic psychologist? Author?
Bump on a log?

I'm 48 years old and still trying to figure out my niche in the world.

If money were no object, what would YOU be doing?

Mid Week Mute

2011-11-02T20:06:00.000-04:00

Things I've Been Wrong About In Life

2011-11-01T19:28:00.000-04:00

And just like that, it's November.
Before we know it, we'll be Ho Ho Ho-ing and ringing in the new year. In an attempt to totally ignore the speed of time passing , I thought I'd treat you with a few things I've been wrong about in my lifetime.

Store bought costumes are better than homemade. As a kid, I always thought the costumes at the store were so much cooler. There was something about the mask and the outfit looking so official. But, then I'd get it home, and the mask made me sweat, the rubber band always broke, and that flimsy thing never looked as good as the hobo or gypsy costume. Nowadays, most of the fun I have is preparing and shopping for the costume. (it's all about the journey?)

Football is the best sport. I grew up with this mantra. Every weekend meant football. Life revolved around football. While I still enjoy watching it, it is no longer the central focus of my life. I also realize that I enjoy soccer and baseball much more. The traditions intrigue me, the games excite me, and they don't leave me feeling stressed.

If I say no, people won't like me. Boy, this was a hard one. I'm a Libra, and try, desperately, to make people happy, to keep them harmonious. If asked to do something, I would always say yes, to the detriment of my family and my happiness. Once I learned to say no, I was much happier and had more time for the really important things in life. And the best side effect was seeing that your real friends like you, yes or no.

Red wine sucks. Uh yeah, really glad I found out how wrong I was about this one.

Going out is more fun than staying home. I used to live to go out as often as possible. I never wanted to miss a social event or opportunity. I've since come to realize that my funnest times are at my home with my husband, children and a few friends.

I have to start my day with a Diet Coke. I've broken this habit of over twenty years, and I'm thrilled about it. Okay, I'm still loading up on caffeine with my unsweet tea, but I no longer depend on that soda to get me going. I will still enjoy a fountain soda from time to time, but reserve it for a treat nowadays.

I must be super skinny to be attractive. Granted, I'm way too heavy at this point in my life, but I worry now for health reasons, rather than for how alluring it makes me. I understand that my insides are the skinny/attractive part. That's the part I need to work out on a daily basis, being pretty on the inside.

Rides are Fun! Pshaw. I was WAY wrong on this one. Rides suck.

What are some of yours?? Please share??!!

Old Fashioned Boo

2011-10-30T14:08:00.000-04:00

As you may or may not know, I love to find old vintage cards on the holidays, and for lack of a better term, make fun of them. First off, I enjoy looking at these old cards and thinking about people sending them to friends and loved ones. I like seeing what was popular in times gone by--- ( without a doubt? BIG pumpkin heads), but most of all, I like to see just how weird those cards can be.

So, I begin my usual pre-holiday perusing. (thank you Google) I found many oddball cards, filled with ugly children, scary moons and the big headed pumpkins. But, then I started noticing something even creepier. And, thus, I present to you this year's version of Halloween Holiday Pictures.

I'm starting off easy folks. I mean, I do want you to keep reading.

I am guessing these folks all, literally, found something from their drawers to use for a costume. (the exception might be the guy on the back row, not sure he had that on hand.)

Fairly creepy free, right? Cute dog and they look like they're all having a good time.

This one is starting to move into the "gives you the willies" zone---

Especially dude on the right. Hey, I'm seeing a trend here.

They're putting the creepy dudes on the end.

Why is it that children from this era just look haunted?

WHOA!

Okay, now I'm freaked out. Kid on the right was surely in the movie, "The Shining"

The combination of innocence and creepy is going to give me some freaky nightmares tonight.

And those suspenders are pushing it over the edge. Pigs and suspenders.

Person on the right = Freakiest of the Bunch.

Although, all four of these are pretty darn weird.

Mustache Kid and two big breasted somethings.

Just what ARE they?

Shiver running up and down my spine.

Written While Being Tortured

2011-10-27T15:36:00.000-04:00

I am writing this to you from Boredomville. Our computers are down at work. Our phones are down at work. They’ve been down since yesterday afternoon. An underground cable was cut, and now we have no connection to the outside world. We’re not even connected to the inside world. No internet. No way to do all this work. Finger tap, finger tap, finger tap.

I’ve played 47 games of Solitaire. (Won only two) I’ve played 10 hands of hearts. I even tried to play, “Purple Palace.” That one stressed me out. You have to make cakes and it ends up being like an “I Love Lucy” episode. No thanks. I don’t need that stress in my games. The Queen of Spades is bad enough!

Let’s talk random junk:

Go Cards! (I really hope they win tonight and push it to Game 7. And, of course, win Game 7 please)

No Halloween parties for me this year. What is your most favorite costume of all time? I think I really enjoyed the year I was a gypsy. I had a lovely black wig and wore a lot of mom’s jewelry. Those were the days.

Why are slutty costumes so “in?”

Remember when the only color that highlighters came in was yellow? Now, they come in all colors. I still prefer the yellow. You can call me old school.

I love the McRib.

Favorite Halloween Candy? I love those little paks of Sweet Tarts. And Smarties. And Butterfingers. And Baby Ruth.

Icky Halloween Candy: Those individually wrapped orange and black things. They’re some kind of chewy peanut buttery thing? Oh, and circus peanuts. Keep ‘em to yourself please.

I love Elmo, Grover and Bert. However, Oscar, Ernie and Big Bird get on my nerves.

Only 63 days left until the mountains.

I had to add 34 and 29 on my calculator get that total.

Did I mention I do a lot of accounting in my job?

I haven’t seen my homeless man since I tossed/threw him the bottle of water. I hope one doesn’t have anything to do with the other.

If Anya wins Project Runway, I may have to stop watching the show.

I A M S O B O R E D T H A T I A M W R I T I N G A S E N T E N C E L I K E T H I S B E C A U S E I T T A K E S L O N G E R. S E E Y A L A T E R A L L I G A T O R.

***There is a happy ending to this story. We are back up and in the midst of the world again. Ahhh.***

Mid Week Mute

2011-10-26T19:13:00.000-04:00

Three Annoying Things I Do, Two of Which Are Hurting the Planet

2011-10-24T18:56:00.000-04:00

I complain a LOT about other people in the world and how annoying they are. I'm now going to tell you a little secret. I am pretty annoying myself.

For one thing, I am physically incapable of closing doors and cupboard doors. I don't know what my problem is with this? I've had this bad habit for as long as I can remember. My grandmother (the one with the yellow table) would always call me out on it. Currently, the one that is the real challenge for me is our linen closet. For some reason, I just hate closing that door. I open it to get a towel, and will shut it most of the way, but for some reason, I just don't want to make that final "click" of the closure. I got issues.

I'm a water runner. I turn on the shower LONG before I enter it. When washing dishes, I turn on the water and leave it running the whole time. When I take a bubble bath, I leave the water running for the entire bath. The only time I turn off the water is when I'm brushing my teeth. I mean, come ON!!! I'm not a water waster! I love the sound of the water running. It calms me. It's like white noise that takes away some of the dirty parts of the world. I'm pretty sure this one is singlehandedly causing the drought in Texas. (Sorry Grandma K!)

My third annoying habit is the fact that I turn all the lights on and leave them on. Now, to be fair, I only seem to do this when getting ready for work in the morning. I turn on the closet light, the bedroom light and the bathroom light. Listen--I need as much light as humanly possible to get this body looking gorgeous on a daily basis. (wink wink!) I think this is the one that drives Steven the nuttiest. He's constantly going behind me turning off the lights. [note: I think the fact that he goes behind me turning them off is eligible for an annoying trait?] The electric company loves me, but I'm afraid some of the tree huggers in the world have me on their Most Wanted List.

I should probably work on being less annoying. If not, my punishment might be getting locked up in a closet with no lights and no running water! Eek!

What do you do that is annoying?

Why I Love Oyster Roasts

2011-10-23T20:43:00.002-04:00

Yeah, Duh. Oysters.

Cocktail Sauce.

Hot Sauce and Crackers

The perfect combination of all of the above.

Interesting conversations.

Cooler weather. (Oysters are best in months with "R" in them)

Fun Hats.

The mingling of children and adults.

Kids trying oysters for the first time.

Kids grossing out by the texture of the slimy suckers.

Cold Beer.

Appetizers.

World Series Game.

For some reason, there's always hot dogs.

The oyster table.

The steam that rises off the newest batch.

Chucking away the oyster shells.

Yakking and Gabbing.

Friends Together.

Mama's So Proud

2011-10-22T12:48:00.000-04:00

Taylor just texted me and told me to check out a website. Hey, whadda ya know, there she is!!! Check out my baby girl.

Retro Memories

2011-10-20T18:50:00.000-04:00

As a young girl, I was very lucky to spend a lot of time with both sets of grandparents. And, I was very lucky that they lived well into their 80's, and two of them into their 90's. (Grandma Miki is still with us at the ripe young age of 95!)

My dad's parents used to keep me every Friday night. My dad was coaching high school football at the time, and the last thing my mom wanted to do was drag me down to a high school game in the late 60's when racial tensions were running high. So, I would stay with Grandma and Grandpa J and everyone was happy. Well, I think? they were happy???

My grandma had this really cool yellow formica table in her kitchen. If I close my eyes right now, I can see the exact set up. I look to the right and I see her stove, the sink, and the cabinet where she kept the paper and crayons for me. I keep going and see the cabinets with all sorts of dishes. I turn to the left and see the refrigerator. She always had real butter in that "ice box." And, when I look straight ahead, I see that yellow table with four chairs. I ate a lot of grapefruit (with sugar) and grape nuts at that table. (Bigger meals were served at the dining room table)

A few weeks back, a friend of mine, who buys and sells antiques, was telling me about a table she had acquired years ago. As she described, it I thought it sounded an awful lot like Grandma's table. I went to see it and had to have it. Luckily, she was willing to part with it. She even threw in some green glasses that Grandma ALSO had. I felt like I had stepped back in time by forty years!

So, now I've taken down my nice wooden dining room table and inserted Grandma's table. I love looking at it and thinking of Grandma J. I love the way it looks in my house, a house so very far from Peoria, Illinois. The table seems smaller these days and our rear ends are a bit too big for the cushions, but to me, it's just right. I'm pretty sure the food is tasting better too.

Here's to you Grandma J!

Mid Week Mute

2011-10-19T15:20:00.000-04:00

Boss This

2011-10-17T19:34:00.000-04:00

Did you know it was Boss's Day today? Did you wish your boss a happy day?

I didn't.

I spent most of my day grumbling and moaning and complaining, you know, a typical Monday.

I'm the Office Manager/Director of Operations/Do the Crap Work at my office. I'm the day to day boss, but not the big boss. I'm kinda the Mama Bear Boss. I had one person wish me a happy day. Was everyone preoccupied, or is this an indicator that I'm sucking in the job department? I'm sure it wouldn't hurt for me to do some introspection. I wasn't bothered by not hearing this, it was just different.

I have one boss, the owner. I didn't say anything nice to him or get him a card. No snacks. Barely a smile. I was preoccupied.

Happy Boss's Day Bill. Thanks for giving me a job and enabling me to do the things that are important to me.

Early Fall Failure

2011-10-16T19:24:00.000-04:00

I can't think of anything to blog about. I can't even be bothered to re-write that sentence so that it doesn't end in a preposition. I am hoping tomorrow will be a better day and provide me with some inspiration.

And a good lunch.

Random Rut

2011-10-14T21:46:00.001-04:00

Yeah, I admit it. The creative juices aren't flowing freely. I'm sure some of it is the fact that I've been busy busy. The other part of the equation might be lazy lazy? I apologize, in advance, for the use of the random theme again. But, we do need to catch up!

I love baby feet. This lead picture is of Miss Addison Grace Caruso on her christening day. I love the bare feet with the christening gown. And, I love Dad's "hanky."

My birthday celebration lasted for about a week. I am worn OUT.

I have a new phone. I went back to my Blackberry. It was like returning home again. It was like seeing a long lost friend. I can finally text again with no stress. I felt very pressured to get the iphone, but in the end, trusted my gut. And, my gut was right.

I yelled at a bank officer today. I even used the line, "I am livid." I'm not much of a yeller, but honestly, in this situation, it was WAY overdue. Our escrow account, at work, is sacred to me. Messing with that brings out the Mama Bear in me. Still, the Libra in me is making me feel guilty.

My boss and his family have had a real rough two weeks. If you're the praying kind, please send one up for them.

Remember my post about the lady giving the Gatorade to the homeless guy? I saw him on Wednesday. I was exiting the interstate and going at a good rate of speed. But, I was determined to give him the water that I now keep in the car. I ended up tossing it to/at him. I hope I didn't hurt the guy.

Ruby Tuesday has the best salad bar. Hands Down.

Feeling the need to plan a major trip.

I gave 35 pairs of jeans to Goodwill this week. I think I was WAY overdue to clean out my closet. More to come tomorrow.

It's been a LONG time since I wore a belt.

The nest is feeling very empty of late. I miss having Taylor here sitting on the couch, both of us chilling and watching TV.

I love knowing I have two full days ahead of me that don't involve work, makeup, bras or stress.

Next weekend is oysters with the friends and family. It's been too long since we were all together. And, too long since oysters.

Steven just hissed at one of our cats. It's always exciting at our house.

Happy Weekend !

Mid Week Mute

2011-10-12T20:36:00.000-04:00

Tales of 48

2011-10-11T20:50:00.000-04:00

Yum Yum Roll, Godzilla Roll and Sam Rittenberg Roll

Crazy Hats for the Hot Tub

The annual dog-a-day calendar

Steak, Crab Legs and French Fries

Pumpkin Pie Candle

Tickets to a Show, Note Cards, Candy and a Vase

Lunch with Daughter

Pillow with a ten year guarantee

Angry Pasta! made by Husband

Do Nothing Sunday

Mellow Mushroom Gift Card

Cards from Friends and Family

Phone Calls and Texts

Too many Facebook messages to count

More to come on Thursday

Completely spoiled by all of this on year 48.

Twas a very happy birthday.

Borrowed Content

2011-10-09T16:20:00.000-04:00

It's Sunday afternoon, and I can't think of anything creative. So, I'm borrowing from my blogging buddy, Angie for today's content.

Wondering---what happened to that little baby in Kansas City. And why Celine Dion's neck is so darn long.

Thinking -- about my boss and his wife. She is not well. I feel for both of them and pray that this week will bring them both some relief. And, since I stole this idea, oops, borrowed, from Angie, I would be remiss if I didn't mention Nick. Angie, I'm thinking of, and praying, for him.

Needing -- to really get on track with a food diary and eating more healthy. BLECH. This title should read, "hating."

Reading -- well, I'm listening, to, "The Forgotten Garden" by Kate Morton. If you love epic novels, this is one for you. And, if you get the audio version, it's like having the female Crocodile Dundee read it to you.

Stealing -- Um, well, I've already admitted to stealing this from Angie. Besides that, I stole that lady's idea of giving water to the homeless/out of work person. I had it all ready, and the dude wasn't there. Go figure.

Clapping -- for the St. Louis Cardinals advancing to the NLCS. And for Addison Grace being christened. And for that yummy sushi I had on Friday.

Hoping -- for this gorgeous weather to continue. Are you having this lovely autumnal weather? I still wish it would be a little cooler, but I'm not going to complain. Much.

Counting -- down the days until it's mountain time again. 73.

Missing -- Jake, The Big C, All My Children, my 30s.

And thanking my lucky stars for all the good in my life. And, that includes Y O U.

Sushi, McCabe Style

2011-10-07T23:15:00.000-04:00

I love Sushi. Steven does not.

This is how we keep a happy household:

Steven's pre-sushi meal:

My Sushi Meal:

This guy would have taken either version of McCabe Sushi.

He's not very picky.

Mid Week Mute

2011-10-05T19:13:00.000-04:00

Oktoberfest!

2011-10-03T20:39:00.000-04:00

I love October. I think it's my favorite month of the year. May is a close runner up, but October wins hands down.

I know I'm not alone in this. I've been hearing people remark how happy they are that October is here. Just why do we all love October so much? Well, I think it's....

Cooler Weather

Fire Pits

Sweaters

Boots

Not sweating profusely every time you step outside.

Halloween Candy!!

Oktoberfest Celebrations

Pumpkin Latte, Pumpkin Yogurt, Pumpkin Ale, Pumpkin ANYTHING! (well, except Pumpkin Pie. Not a fan.)

Chili!

Kids in Costumes

All that orange.

Football, Baseball and Soccer. All in the same month.

Wearing hats and scarves

Oh, did I mention that it's birthday month?

Leaves turning

Seeing your breath

Trick or Treat

(Pictures from the Oktoberfest held October 2nd at Blackbaud Stadium)

Gatorade Quenches

2011-09-29T15:18:00.001-04:00

In your city, do you have homeless/unemployed/down on their luck folks who sit at the end of an exit ramp near a stoplight?

Usually, they will be sitting with a sign that reads, “Will work for food” or “Homeless Vet” or something else that tugs at the heartstrings.

It always seems to be 100 degrees when I see these folks. Or it’s raining.

Normally, I pretend I’m fiddling with the radio station. Or, I begin a conversation with the passenger in my car. Anjeanette says she always seems to acquire an itch on her foot that needs immediate attention. Why do I choose to look the other way? Is it that the cynical side of me thinks they’re addicts with issues, or someone who doesn’t want to work?

Or is it the fact that it’s difficult for me to look at someone with an obvious need and ignore him? And, by refusing to look at him, I don’t have to look inside the ugly part of myself–the part that would look beyond someone who needs help?

The other day, as I pulled off the interstate, I saw the man. I also saw the driver of the car in front of me give this man a Gatorade. It was a simple gesture, but it’s stuck with me for days now. That Gatorade didn’t cost much, and it probably meant much more to this man than the $1.29 the driver spent.

This has given me an idea---I’m hoping that I will start carrying water in my car to give to people in this position. It's easy and cheap to do, right?

I can then, at the very least, look the person in the eye, rather than look away.

Mid Week Mute

2011-09-28T11:07:00.002-04:00

Monday Idiocy

2011-09-26T20:58:00.000-04:00

I got stuck in my dress today.

Normally, I like to provide photos to enhance my post, but I'm so glad there isn't one.

I ordered a couple really cute dresses from a recommended site. I ordered Extra Beautiful, just like I always do. I was very excited to see the package on my step when I got home today, so immediately went to try them on. Since, I also needed to use the toilet, I took them in there with me. I popped open the packaging and pulled the lovely little frock over my head. As soon as I put my arms through the sleeves, I realized that no way was this dress going to fit any part of this gal's body. And, as I tried to remove it, I realized it wasn't coming off any time soon. That dress was plum STUCK. I couldn't move my arms. I couldn't raise them. I couldn't use them to pull at the material. And, of course, I didn't want to RIP the dress, as I fully intended on sending it back to the munchkins who could wear this.

I couldn't invite Steven in to help, as the bathroom had been used just prior to the clothes try-on. That would have gone above and beyond the call of husbandly duty. And, I just didn't want to walk out of there looking like a nut in a straight jacket begging for help. Help! I'm stuck in my dress!!! Help!

I had a bit of a panic. I was trying to figure out the rest of my life in this very cute, but very small, dress. Then I cursed myself for even shopping on line, fully knowing I'll never change my stripes. I HATE trying on clothes. This might be just the reason why, eh?

So, I took a deep breath (carefully, so as not to tear the dress!) and pulled the skirt part over my head. I tugged gently, yet firmly and it finally came off my very embarrassed body. I checked the size, and it was, indeed, what I ordered. The country of origin must have women of completely different sizes, because I don't think I would have ever fit into that dress.

I'm thinking the Nudists might be on to something.

They Did

2011-09-25T20:45:00.001-04:00

I've worked with or for my boss for over twenty years now. When we first met, we were both still in our 20's. He had hair, and I had only one husband. We are four months apart in age, and have kids the same age. Granted, he has two more children than I do, but basically, we're kind of in the same phase of our lives.

I've watched his kids grow up, and he has watched mine. Our kids have gone through similar phases, both good and bad. This past weekend, his third child, who happens to be the same age as Jake, got married.

They had a beautiful wedding at an old Charleston church. This is the same church where his sister was married some years before. We feel very honored to be included in these family events. It is such a joy to see these children all grown up and so very very happy.

The reception was held at an old historic house in the downtown area. (Oh, this is where the similarities between Bill and myself end---he definitely lives a higher "caliber" life than I do!!) I did have to wonder what the old man in the portrait thought about all these people traipsing through his house, and standing in line at the pasta bar.

Best part of the evening, besides seeing the ear to ear grin on the groom, was the Photobooth. Guests were asked to have themselves photographed and then place the picture in the guest book. What a great idea! Of course, as the night wore on, the pictures became more flamboyant; especially since props were provided. (just wait for this week's version of Mid Week Mute...) At most weddings, we would find ourselves parked next to the dance floor to enjoy all the people watching. But, at this event? We were firmly planted near the photobooth to watch all the decision making as to which accessory to use!

Oh, and, here's my boss and his wife:

Yes, those are props they're wearing. They don't look like this on a normal day. :-)

Even the bride and groom made the most of it!

I always enjoy a wedding, hands down. But there was something very special about this one. This young man just sparkled with joy and he repeated that sentiment over and over. Congratulations to Parker and Alison! I hope you will be as happy as me and my husband.

Mid Week Mute

2011-09-21T20:07:00.000-04:00

Symphony of the Crown

2011-09-19T19:00:00.000-04:00

Imagine yourself at the Opera House. The orchestra is warming up in the pit. Trills from the flute can be heard. Every once in awhile, a drum is beat, and the pianist makes runs on the piano. People are finding their seats, and the house lights dim. And thus begins, "The Symphony of the Crown." (You're going to have to really stretch it here, but imagine music, opera singers and a bunch of drama---)

Tooth falls apart. Ouch ouch! Tooth falls apart on the couch on the couch!
Tongue touches tooth, tongue touches tooth. Sore on tongue. Sore on tongue.
Don't eat don't eat don't eat on that side!

Denial Denial! It will be okay!
More bits fall off, oh no! Alas!
Feeling like a hick and feeling like an a$$.

!Go to Dentist! Go to Dentist!
Nervous Stomach Nervous Stomach.

M'lady, your tooth is cracked.
M'lady, your filling is cracked.
M'lady, crack is whack!

CROWN IT CROWN IT CROWN IT CROWN IT!!!

I see SMOKE! I see POWDER! My tongue will not behave.
Slobber Slobber Slobber Slobber.
Will it hurt? Will it hurt? Scraping. Sucking. Picking. Drilling.
How long can I stay this way with my mouth WIDE OPENNNNN?

I can't take much more, I feel myself slipping away. What will I eat for dinner?
Can't............take............much............more
DONE! The Fat Lady can sing and eat again!

That will be $550 please.

The End.

A Nip in the Air

2011-09-17T18:03:00.000-04:00

I am sitting here with my windows open people. FRESH air is blowing through my house. (Of course, that also means I'm smelling the litter trays on the back porch, but still!) The A/C has been turned off for the first time since, oh, February? And, the high temp did not get into the 80's today.

There is much rejoicing inside this perpetually hot body.

I have a pot of chili on the stove. The back door is open. I don't think I've yet to break a sweat today. Football is going to be on the TV shortly. (American Football that is. The REAL football was already on this morning.) Last night, when we were sitting outside, I actually felt chilly.

In some other random bits of news--

I am loving my new do. It literally takes me two minutes to do my hair in the morning. That also reduces the amount of time that I would have normally spent sweating.

I had a dream last night that I was married to Bobby Goran from Law and Order: Criminal Intent. I love my hubby, but I have to admit, it was kinda interesting to be married to Bobby in my subconscious. (Dear, I love you best!)

I watched, "Grey Gardens" with Drew Barrymore and Jessica Lange this afternoon. If you haven't seen it, please take the time. It was very good. Now I have to see the real documentary.

Is there a comfortable pillow in the real world?

I am pleased to report that I am not scheduled to travel anywhere until New Years Eve Weekend. I am pretty sure that will change before all is said and done, but I'm pretty darn happy to be sticking around Goose Creek for awhile.

Speaking of Goose Creek, we now have a drive through "sell your gold for cash" store. KLASSY.

Steak, baked potato and salad for dinner. Life is good.

I hope wherever you are that you are enjoying this weather. I plan to gaze lovingly out my open windows for the remainder of the weekend. And, I hope for Grandma K that Texas finally gets some rain. Let's do a rain dance for her!

Mid Week Mute

2011-09-14T19:26:00.000-04:00

The Unsung Cat

2011-09-13T20:38:00.002-04:00

We have some crazy animals in our house. (including Steven!) Everyone loves Charlie, because he's big, fat, hairy and white. Domino gets attention because of his swagger and personality. Rockett is the princess, so everyone has to love her! (besides, she is SO cute!!)

And then there's Mikki.

Mikki is definitely the unsung animal of our house. She's the one who is easy to forget. She's the little one. She's always last on the list, even though she is now the elder statesman (woman?) in the house.

Steven bought Mikki for my birthday, eleven years ago, and presented her to me with a little kerchief around her neck. She was so teeny tiny and precious. She fit in my hand perfectly. But, she wouldn't stay there. From the day she entered our house, up through today, she has had eyes for Steven only.

I guess she must have been taken away from her mama too young, because she loves to suckle on his neck. Yeah, it's kinda gross, but it's also kinda sweet. She does this routine daily. Steven says if I had a beard she'd do it to me, but I doubt it.

She likes warmth and will search it out at all times. She finds the spot of sunshine. She sits on top of the water heater. She loves clean warm clothes. She loves them so much that one time she jumped into the dryer to nap. Someone didn't see her in there and turned on the dryer. That same someone noticed a bump-bump-bump sound, opened the door and pulled out a very frightened cat and some soiled sheets. I'm happy to say that someone wasn't me.01

She and Rockett feud like the two little females that they are. If Rockett bugs one of the cats, Mikki is right there to yell at her. Keep in mind, she's the smallest, but she has no fear of the dog. She's the boy's protector. She cleans them like a good mama would.

When Steven walks Rockett, she comes to snuggle with me. (no neck sucking) She takes forever to get comfortable, but when she finally does, we get a few good snuggles in before Rockett returns and the fights renew.

She has the sharpest whiskers ever. She has herpes in her eyes (yes!). She bites her toenails at the most inappropriate times. (is there an appropriate time?) She makes strange noises as she walks up and down the hall. She has ugly feet. She just looks mean. She can't take a "cute" photo to save her life.

But, when I think about it, she's the one holding us all together. She keeps us in line, loves on us, and makes sure we are all behaving and being nice to each other. I think we did the right thing when we named her after my grandmother.

Thanks Mikk!

(and thanks to Steven for the pix)

Minor Miracle?

2011-09-12T20:52:00.001-04:00

Today, I experienced a momentous experience. I think I'm not exaggerating when I say it is a 'once in a lifetime' experience.

I did NOT have to wait at the doctor's office.

You read that right. I did NOT have to wait.

I showed up early for my appointment, checked in, and was taken back immediately. I gave my urine sample (with no spills, I might add!), and was tended to right away.

I was placed in the actual examination room, changed into the always too tight top, and IN came the doctor. No waiting. No thumb twiddling. No muss, no fuss. My parts are all still there, and I'm good for another year.

I think even Mother Teresa would have agreed that this could be considered a minor miracle.

***And, to celebrate the day, I cut off all my hair. And when I say all my hair, I mean A LOT. Think Emma Watson after Harry Potter. Mia Farrow in Rosemary's Baby. Maybe even a young pubescent boy.

What a day!

Today and Every Day

2011-09-11T12:33:00.003-04:00

Pet Peeve #487

2011-09-08T17:52:00.002-04:00

I've done the Pet Peeve Post in the past. (love all those P's!!) But, I was reminded of another one today. I call it the "Back Up."

WHY must people back up into parking spaces? What are they trying to prevent or avoid? Are they trying to save time? Do they like using the gear shifter so much that they take this extra step?

I'm sure you're thinking to yourself, "Ju, why does this bother you so?"

Well, let me tell you my friends. I have a few reasons. The first reason is that, invariably, I have to wait while the person pulls the car forward, then puts the car in R, then pulls in (never in far enough) then drives back, then forth, then back. During this process, I am waiting to pull my car into the spot, that, if they had pulled forward instead of back, none of this would be happening. (ya follow?)

Second reason: I hinted in reason number one--people don't know and can't see the back of their vehicle. So, the nose of their car is usually sticking out of their spot. Therefore,when I go to BACK UP to exit my spot, I have to do a few extra twists to avoid the front of their car. You know, I am inconvenienced. :-)

And my third reason? I'm horrible in reverse. So, I probably resent those who are good at it?

I will grant the one exception clause---if you're at a busy concert or show, and getting out of the lot will be trying, then I understand it. But, that is the ONLY time it doesn't get my goat. (I still think they don't NEED the BACK UP, but I at least GET it here)

I'm all for the "PULL THROUGH." I admire the PARALLEL. But, oh, the BACK UP drives me bonkers!

Mid Week Mute

2011-09-07T18:43:00.002-04:00

Labor Day Adventures

2011-09-06T19:36:00.001-04:00

We spent Labor Day weekend in St. Louis. Folks, St. Louis is such a great town. I know I'm from there, and all, but it's such a great town.

We left Goose Creek on Thursday at O-Dark-Thirty. Taylor slept all of the twelve hour drive, with the exception of the Clarksville layover at Steak-n-Shake. (Frisco Melt and Fries) We rolled into Missouri just in time for Happy Hour on St. Christopher Drive.

Our reason for this journey was to celebrate my grandmother's 95th birthday. Now, she turned 95 in July, but we're a little slow on making things happen. So, we decided to get together on this long holiday weekend. Both my brothers were there, along with their children. Also in attendance were our good friends, Mike and Rose, and their wonderful daughters. And finally, special guest for the weekend? JAKE! Yep, Jake took time off from law school and all that thinking, flew up from Austin, Texas, and joined us for the Labor Day Adventure.

Here's some highlights from the trip:

Cheeseology - This is a restaurant that serves ONLY macaroni and cheese. There are all sorts of flavors of M&C, but that is all they serve. Taylor and I split BaconBacon and Buffalo Chicken. They are served in little skillets and are to die for!
More food anyone? How about BBQ from Paddy's?
And still more food? We had Fried Spinach as an appetizer Saturday evening. Wow, I never thought that would be as good as it was. If you see it on a menu, try it!
Seeing Jake come through the security gate at the airport, and that initial bear squeeze hug.
Seeing Jake and Taylor have the same hug.
The smile on my grandma's face as she saw Jake for the first time in ten years. Priceless.

I had to get rid of those bullets. They weren't working for me.

More highlights: (without bullets this time)

Laughing with Mike and Rose all weekend....Listening to lots of short stories on our drive...Jack in the Box Tacos on the last night...The boys smoking cigars...Looking at Grandma's photo albums...Rose's cupcakes with the yummy filling...Hearing Jake call me, "Mom"...Taylor's giggles

Hm. The ellipses isn't working either.

I guess I have to return to paragraph form. It was a great weekend. That doesn't do it either.

Maybe I can get the point across better with some photos?

The first five of this series are the "take a photo of yourself and the person next to you" game we play in big crowds. I think the pictures are always fun!

And these two, I will treasure forever. It means everything to me to have these next two pictures.

Everything I need is right here in these pix.*

*if you add my animals and cheese, I'm good.

MIA

2011-09-05T00:30:00.001-04:00

I've been in St. Louis this long Labor Day weekend. I have much to share in the coming days, but for now, feast on this:

Plenty of stories to share. We head home tomorrow. I can't wait to fill you in!

Mid Week Mute

2011-08-31T09:29:00.002-04:00

Advantage Takers

2011-08-30T21:11:00.001-04:00

Warning: Woman on a Rant

We went to Olive Garden for dinner this evening. (disclaimer: this isn't my favorite restaurant, but in our little corner of the world, we don't have many Italian restaurants from which to choose, so OG it is!)

Now, to be fair, the last time we were there, I had a very tasty ravioli dish. As it turns out, that was a short term item. We placed our order with the waitress who was wearing the same foundation they put on corpses, and settled in to wait for those yummy breadsticks and salad.

It was at this point that I noticed two women next to us. They seemed to be consuming a lot of food. I figured out that they were eating the "Endless Pasta Bowl." Between them they consumed A LOT of food. I didn't know how they were going to digest it all, but that's none of my beeswax.

But then, they ordered more. And when the waiter brought the food they asked for to-go boxes. The proceeded to box up their latest order, along with eight breadsticks. (Yes, I counted) They also took to-go drinks, and I'm guessing there was to-go salad in that big Olive Garden shopping bag. They paid for one meal, and ate enough/took out enough to feed a small country.

I understand the concept of the doggy bag. I get the carry out or the take out option. But, I feel what these gals did bordered on gluttony, and just down right selfishness. It really bugged me. I felt they really pushed the limits. I started thinking they must do this everywhere they go. They probably put IHOP out of business on the all-you-can-eat-pancake nights. Golden Corral must lock their doors when they come into view. Argh!

Eight Breadsticks People. EIGHT.

Rant Ended.

Creative Genius

2011-08-28T18:51:00.001-04:00

Yeah, not so much.

But, I DID do something yesterday that I've never done in all my 47 (real close to 48) years. I created my own dish!!

We were going over to a friend's house for brats and dogs, and I was feeling too lazy to go to the store. So, I decided to try to make something from what we had in the house.

Now, many of you are probably screwing up your eyebrows and wondering what the big deal is here. Well, I'll tell you--I'm not real creative in the kitchen. Oh, I'm getting braver, and I'm enjoying it much more, so that's all well and good. (By the way, I have to thank Pioneer Woman for that--her blog and recipes helped me find the courage to cook!) So, the fact that I even thought to do this, rather than pick up a bag of chips, is HUGE!

I decided to throw together a few of my favorite things: bacon, pasta, cheese, red onion and ranch dressing. Then, I basically just went to chopping and cleaned out my pantry. (this is the part Steven liked) I figured it needed a spot of color, so on the way to M and T's, I picked up some tomatoes and peas. And, the final result:

Best part of the whole deal? It didn't suck!

I think this now qualifies me as a grown up. My grandma would be proud.

P.S. Thanks to everyone for the concern you showed with Irene approaching us. We were lucky to just get some wind and rain and an early out from work on Friday.

P.S.S. Nothing to really add here, but I do love the "P.S.S."

Mid Week Mute

2011-08-24T19:40:00.002-04:00

500!

2011-08-23T19:36:00.001-04:00

This is my 500th Post.

Let's all take a minute. (I don't know what we're doing, but let's just take it)

Two years, and nine months ago, to the day, I started blogging. I can't remember why I even started. I do know I loved reading The Pioneer Woman daily, and she kind of inspired me. Of course, I don't have a cattle ranch, four kids or a Marlboro Man, so my blog is completely different.

I tried to think of something special to write today. I mean, after all, this is number 500!! I went to read my first ever post, and noticed that not a lot has changed. I mentioned that I'm lazy, and what do you know, I'm still pretty lazy. I mentioned not getting a lot done on Sundays, and that still rings true. I still have that blonde chunk at the front of my head. I still have an insatiable need for cheese. (I've also included pictures of myself, one from each year I've been blogging. Yes, they are in chronological order. It's a plethora of JuJu.)

Much has stayed the same. I'm still confused. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I still love America's Next Top Model. (All Stars in September!) But, as the world turns, so does change occur!

For one thing, my kids have grown. Taylor has gone from being a blonde to a redhead to a darker redhead. She's graduated high school, started college, took time off from college and returned to college. She and her first love broke up, and we've seen her go through a few more boys in these years. Her skin has gone from totally plain to quite tatted. She's on the cusp of moving out of the house. Jake has graduated from college, taken the LSAT, and finished his first year of law school.

We've traveled to Portugal, Florida, St. Louis, Arizona, New York City, North Carolina, Indiana, Alabama, Mississippi and Myrtle Beach. We've seen Dave Matthews and Jonny Lang a few times. We went to the Moog Fest in Asheville. We attended many parties, oyster roasts and sporting events. We spent a lot of time at the beach, and each year finds us spending more time with family members.

I returned to watching American Idol. I started watching, and now adore, Project Runway. I'm still watching All My Children, although, not for much longer. I'm on my third laptop and my second couch. I've seen four Harry Potters in this time frame.

Many of our friends have married and are now having children. Heck, I got married!! My nest is emptying, and theirs are growing! We had the best World Cup party. Friends moved back from far away. Friends moved too far away. We lost our Bailey Boy.

The best change? Meeting all the wonderful people I've met through this blog. I sincerely feel that you are my friends, and I care deeply about you. I've been lucky enough to actually meet one blogger friend, in person. Twice. Cheers to you Mel, Sandie, Catherine, Angie, Grandma K, Sherri and Tallulah Mae. To anyone who takes the time to read this blog, thank you. It means the world to me that you take the time to read all my blatherings!

I never thought I'd stick with this for as long as I have. (Heck, this blog has lasted longer than my first marriage!) But, I think I'm in it for the long haul. Here's to the next 500!!

It's Gonna Be a Crazy Week

2011-08-22T19:15:00.000-04:00

Living in coastal South Carolina has its many perks.

But, I don't count hurricanes as one of them.

September is the busiest month of hurricane season. And, it's starting up early. We woke up this morning to word that "Irene" was tracking for us. I'm sure this will change 873 times before the hurricane either makes landfall or goes out to sea. But, until we're in the clear, my little town will go crazy making preparations, predicting outcomes, and barraging the grocery store for supplies.

My boss is already annoyed that this will distract everyone in our industry, and we'll lose time from work.

People are starting to speak with a tinge of worry in their voices.

Facebook is filled with local folks asking Irene to stay away.

Like I said, it's going to be a crazy week! Oh Irene!

Sunday Randomness

2011-08-21T17:25:00.000-04:00

I did a whole lot of nothing today, and I did it well.

I went out for dinner last night. I'm getting to a point in my life that I enjoy eating in so much more than I do eating out. I find that so interesting. I think that last night, the waitress annoyed me. She was just too, "involved" with us.

Am I crazy, or is it starting to cool down just a bit?

I do love Pringles chips.

Who am I kidding, I love ALL chips.

I must have this hat .

I'm also going through a "Lemonhead" phase.

Taylor is talking about moving out and into an apartment with a friend. I'm excited for her, but feeling my nest grow smaller and a bit sadder.

I hate it when a mystery goes unsolved.

Only five more weeks of All My Children. I still can't believe it.

I am married to a really good guy.

I have fallen in love with a pair of shoes and must have them.

Is anyone in Blogger world watching, "The Big C?" If not, check it out. It's a great show.

What can I wear with these shoes?

Has Liza Minelli always had that lisp?

I wonder if they did the chicken dance at Kim Kardashian's wedding.

Ten years since 9/11. Wow.

When Taylor Met Harry

2011-08-18T21:20:00.000-04:00

Well, I finally saw it.

After work this evening, Taylor, Steven and I went to see the final Harry Potter. I'm like every other HP fan--I didn't want to see it come to an end.

This is what Taylor looked like when we started reading the books:

(no, this wasn't 1972, we were attending a 70's themed wedding!)

(super stud, Kathleen, Taylor and disco mama)

Notice how she's still standing close to me. She has braces. She seems happy to be in my company! No hips or chest. She's still a little girl.

We started out the series by reading Book One out loud. That will always live as the most magical (!) book for me. Then the movie was released and I was so excited to find out that the castle, Hagrid, the train, Dumbledore, etc, all looked as I had imagined. And the kids! Remember when the kids looked like this?

Little kids. Still needed their parents.

Through the years, we anticipated, waited for, and read all the books. Taylor would read them cover to cover the day they were available. Steven and I would listen to them in the car. We would discuss them, laugh over them, and then complain that it was too long before the next one was going to be released! We followed this routine for years.

Our "family" tradition was to go see the movie on the day it was released, together, and just after work so as to miss the big crowds. It was our "thing." As the kids in HP grew up, so did Taylor. As they faced more adult situations and bad guys, so did she. They all grew up together.

I'm thinking that might be why I delayed seeing this one so much. Not only did I not want the HP series to end, I didn't want our HP Time Together to end. Harry, Ron and Hermione are adults now and have moved on with the next part of their lives. And, Taylor isn't far behind them.

I kinda wish we could go back to Book One and do it all over again.

Kathleen, Kristina and Taylor

Mid Week Mute (special edition for Mel)

2011-08-17T19:36:00.000-04:00

Back To School!

2011-08-16T19:51:00.000-04:00

Well, my kids are grown, so it's not nearly the emotional roller coaster that I know others are riding today. I have enjoyed pictures on Facebook of kids starting school with their brand new backpacks, cute clothes and fancy clean shoes!! It seems like just yesterday that my kids were doing the very same thing, and I was the mommy crying as they went to their classroom.

Well, for that matter, it seems not all that long ago that I was the one having that first day excitement! I can remember the excitement the night before (would I ever fall asleep?), wondering who was in my class, who my teacher was, where I would sit! I loved elementary school.

I loved my brand new school supplies and took great pride putting them all in my desk. Of course, this was back in the day when desks were all one piece. Remember those? The chair was connected to the desk. No WAY would I fit in one those nowadays. Those desks had the little indentation for your pencil. Many had graffiti from previous kids from previous years. I think those special desks were my first experience at having my "own place."

Did you have the cafeteria tables that would fold up at the end of the day, and create room for assemblies? I think they have tables and chairs at schools now. I took my lunch to school (in the brown paper bag, never really had a lunch box) and would buy lunch on the chili/peanut butter sandwich day. That was my favorite!

I loved spelling tests. I've always had a natural "feeling" for spelling, so it came easy to me. (this is probably why I loved it. And, I sure hope I don't misspell anything now that I've bragged on myself) I loved the idea of numbering my paper and spelling the word, and getting a nice big fat 100 written in red ink. Sometimes, I'd even get a smiley face or a star on there. THAT was a good day.

Of course, the magic of elementary school changed as we moved on to junior high and high school, but still that excitement remained. Only then it seemed the more important thing was which boys were in my class, and which boys were on my lunch. (also, which boys passed me in the hall, and had lockers near me...) Supplies weren't nearly as important, and the backpack was replaced by a purse. I didn't have my own desk, it was shared with other people. Those days of school felt like constant movement; one classroom to another. Different teachers, different classmates, bells ringing.

Yeah, no tears for me on the first day of school this year, but certainly a bit of longing for those wonderful school days of yore and the magic of that first golden day. I miss that chance to start over every September. I miss being read to. And, I miss that red 100, concrete approval that I had done something good. Ah, those were the days!

(These pictures are three of the schools I attended in my youth)

Happy Day Today!

2011-08-13T08:03:00.001-04:00

Today is the start of the English Premier Football League Season.

Folks, it's a very happy day in our house. For the next nine months, we will watch as many games as humanly possible. We will work our Fantasy Teams in hopes of winning money at the end of the season. And, we will (hopefully!) watch Manchester United win their 20th League Title.

I've had many people ask me how I can stand watching so much football. Well, you know I'm a sports nut. That goes without saying. But, honestly, how bad can this be?

Or this?

Or This?

Or maybe this?

And, hello!!! How about some of THIS?

Ahhhhhh.

Mid Week Mute

2011-08-10T21:53:00.002-04:00

Food, Glorious Food!

2011-08-09T20:03:00.001-04:00

I was hungry on my drive home from Columbia today. So, I started thinking about food. I love food. I love all kinds of food. We all have our favorites, eh? Here are some opinions you never asked for, but will get anyway.

My (current) list of the BEST in Food:

Taco: Jack in the Box. They deep fry these suckers. The cheese is a slab of American cheese, and the grease is evident on the taco shell. Yum.

Chili Dog: AMF Bowling Lanes on Highway 17. Chili, cheese and perfectly diced red onion. Burp. And, they're really tasty with a good cold draft beer.

Breakfast Sandwich: Sonic's Toaster Sandwich. (#13) I get mine with bacon and cheese only, no egg. I can't stand the fake egg thing. They use REAL bacon, and I'm pretty sure they fry it rather than nuke it. Sonic also wins the award for the best unsweet iced tea and ties with Zaxby's for best ice!

Curly Fries: This is Taylor's submission, as I don't really care for curly fries. She says Arby's. Then we realized not many places even HAVE curly fries anymore. What's with that?

Chicken Strips: Bojangles Baby! I love getting that box with my biscuit, chicken strips and the best honey mustard. Yep, that's right, Bojangles gets two Besties!

French Fries: Steak n Shake. They are skinny and salty and delish! It is important that they be eaten in house, as they are at their best when hot! Plus, S&S has the really nifty ketchup dispenser squeeze bottle.

Crunchy Bits: Long John Silver's has those crunchy bits of deep fried batter that fell off the fish. Did you know you can order those things for about 50 cents? I always end up enjoying those more than the fish itself.

Hash Browns: Chick FilA. They are perfect! Crunchy, salty, bite size and potato-y!

Tuna Sub: Subway! I get mine with red onion, cheese, mayo and salt and pepper. It's my favorite sandwich! And, I love how they put the tuna on the bread with an ice cream scooper.

Best Cheeseburger: Village Bar, Des Peres, Missouri. Skinny patty, greasy, onions and cheese, little bitty pickles.

Best Chicken Wing Flavor: Wild West from Wild Wing Cafe. It's great on everything.

Pizza: Shakespeare's in Columbia, Missouri. They use pepper jack cheese for heaven's sake! Why doesn't everyone?

Salad: Grilled Chicken Salad from Tbonz. The lettuce is great, perfect cheese ratio, delicious chicken and tasty blue cheese dressing! I would like it if they would hold the carrots, but I understand that others may enjoy the orange things.

And for dessert?

Ice Cream: OMG. The dip cone from Dairy Queen is the perfect dessert. Hands Down.

What are some of your faves? And, are you hungry now?

New Layout

2011-08-08T18:39:00.001-04:00

Well, it's just tweaked a bit--

I figure I talk about the folks in my life so much that you might enjoy/need/want visual aids? So, voila! Look over there ------------------------------------->

That's my immediate family folks. Warts, fur and all. I loves em to pieces.

Are you okay with this three column layout? Is it too busy? Any feedback is appreciated!

God Bless Bunny

2011-08-06T21:30:00.001-04:00

I've done this before, and I'm sure I'll do it again. When I find one that intrigues me, I must share. God Bless this gentleman and his family. He inspires ME to be a better person.

Brunson W. "Bunny" Bolin TYRONE, GA - Brunson W. "Bunny" Bolin, 87, husband of Hazel Stroud Bolin of Tyrone, Georgia, passed away on August 3, 2011 at his residence. Mr. Bolin was born in Greenville, South Carolina on February 15, 1924. The relatives and friends of Brunson "Bunny" Bolin are invited to attend his committal service on Monday, August 8, 2011 at 2:30 pm at the VA Georgia National Cemetery, 1080 Veterans Cemetery Road, Canton, Georgia.Mr. Bolin was preceded in death by his parents, James W. D. Bolin and Addie McWhirter Bolin; grandson Timothy Bolin and daughter-in-law Sandy Wilson Bolin.He is survived by his wife of sixty-three years, Hazel Stroud Bolin of Tyrone, GA; sister Lucille "Billie" Starnes, of Memphis, TN; brother Eugene Bolin and his wife Bodil, of Tacoma, WA; brother Louie Bolin and his wife Doris, of Greenville, SC; son Tony Bolin and his wife, Britton, of Fayetteville, GA; son Timothy Bolin, of Mt. Pleasant, SC; daughter Anne Bolin Culver and her husband, Rick, of Roswell, GA; granddaughter Catherine Bolin Kohler and her husband Michael, of Marietta, GA; granddaughter Elizabeth Bolin of Newnan, GA; granddaughter Heather Bolin Savage of Chatsworth, GA; grandson Brock Bolin of Mt. Pleasant, SC; grandson Corey Culver of Roswell, GA; granddaughter Carson Culver of Roswell, GA; grandson Casey Culver of Roswell, GA; great-granddaughter Avery Kohler of Marietta, GA; great-grandson Cody Savage of Chatsworth, GA; great-grandson Connor Savage of Chatsworth, GA and great-granddaughter Melody Savage of Chatsworth, GA.He enjoyed a long and productive career at Delta Air Lines, starting in 1946 as a station agent in Greenville, SC. In 1956 he transferred to Delta's headquarters in Atlanta, GA, and was soon promoted to Flight Control Operations where he remained until his retirement after more than forty years of continuous service. Like so many of America's Greatest Generation, Mr. Bolin rarely spoke of his participation in World War II. He felt his war experiences were unremarkable and no more or less than many others in similar circumstances. His humility was a constant, but family and friends marveled at the hardships he endured and the courage he displayed. Mr. Bolin enlisted in the U.S. Army Air Corps at the age of eighteen and received his officer's commission and pilot's wings on May 23, 1943, at the Air Corps Advanced Flying School, Lubbock, TX. He was assigned to the 364th Squadron, 305th Bombardment Group, Eighth Air Force, based in Chelveston, England. On October 14, 1943, he took off on his eighth and final mission, a daylight bombing raid over Schweinfurt, Germany, later referred to as "Black Thursday" due to the heavy losses sustained by the Allied forces. His B-17 "Flying Fortress", (the "Lazy Baby") was heavily damaged by German anti-aircraft artillery, ("flak"), and a direct hit to the bombardier's compartment from a Focke-Wulf fighter plane. The crew was ordered to bail out. While making his way to the escape hatch, his parachute D-ring snagged and his chute opened while still inside the plane. His only option was to gather the parachute canopy in his arms, jump from the plane and hope for the best. He landed roughly, but in one piece and was quickly captured by German forces. He was held as a prisoner-of-war at Stalag Luft III, made famous as the site of The Great Escape, conducted by British airmen. While there, he participated in many escape activities such as surreptitiously spreading dirt from tunnel excavations by walking around the camp and dropping the dirt from long cloth bags concealed beneath his long coat. During his captivity the Germans moved the location of the POW camp several times in response to the advancing Russian Army, including a forced march in brutal winter conditions. He was held captive as a POW for more than eighteen months before being liberated by Gen. George Patton's Third Army as they swept across Germany on their way to Berlin. For his air combat activities Mr. Bolin was awarded the Bronze Air Medal and a Purple Heart.The family requests that donations be made to the not-for-profit Children's Healthcare of Atlanta; Children's Foundation, 1687 Tullie Circle NE, Atlanta, GA, 30329 https://giving.choa.org/donatenow. Parrott Funeral Home and Crematory, Fairburn, GA 30213. Visit our guestbook at www.postandcourier.com/ deaths

Published in Charleston Post & Courier on August 7, 2011

Really??

2011-08-05T09:22:00.000-04:00

As you know, I'm at the beach with my brother and his family this week. It's hot as all get up, but we're enjoying the beach, the house and being together.

My sister in law loves to buy a good beach towel. Each year, they usually buy some while down here, always the nicest quality, and cutest designs. For years, they have enjoyed the Sea Dog/Salty Dog brand of towels. It's kind of a family tradition that they pick up a new one of these while down here in South Carolina.

This year's model:

I've been looking at this towel for a few days now, and realized that there's something a little extra that I don't think Cindy bargained for. It's a little something that I now cannot stop staring at. I'm starting to feel like a pervert.

Really? Did they have to make an anatomically correct beach towel?

At least there's no red rocket...

Mid Week Mute (late again!!)

2011-08-04T08:23:00.002-04:00

ACH!

2011-08-02T15:31:00.001-04:00

This is how I'm feeling of late:

Pulled in a few directions.

What a Grand Weekend It Was

2011-07-31T20:04:00.001-04:00

Closed early at work Friday.

Visited the wine store and bought some delicious cheese crackers, oh and yeah, some wine!

Went to Andolini's for beer and pizza. Date Lunch.

Shopped at Target and bought a bunch of junk. I love that kind of Target shopping. Pillow cases, kitty litter, baby tutu, pj's, makeup remover, IPhone Cover.

Friday Afternoon Nap. Or, as I like to call it, "FAN."

Watched Dermot Mulroney in, "Wedding Date" while sitting on the couch with Tracy and drinking one of my favorite wines. Oh, he is H O T in that movie. And, then Michael Buble sings "Home?" Heaven I tell you. Heaven!

Sonic Breakfast Toaster Sandwich. YUM.

Saturday afternoon nap. Or, as I will now call it, FAN, part 2.

Brother, SIL and Nephews arrive in town for a week, staying out at Folly Beach.

Sitting on the rocking chairs on the porch and catching up.

Dinner at Taco Boy with yummy margaritas.

Waking up at the beach.

Watching dogs frolic on the beach.

Hearing the happy sounds of kids laughing and screaming in the water.

The smell of sunscreen.

Dolphins in the water.

My Beach Canopy.

People building this?

And then another?

And finally? The Sunday Afternoon Nap. (aka FAN #3)