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Snack Days and Taco Dips

We're having a snack day tomorrow at work.  Whenever it's someone's birthday, we pass around a secret email and make plans for snack days.  Of course, most of us have worked there for over ten years, so it's really no big surprise to show up on your day and find all sorts of yummy goodies that are there in your honor.

Some people brings sweet treats, some bring savory.  There will be potato chips of many flavors, donuts, cookies, dips, cheese, pepperoni, and usually a new interesting treat that someone tries out on the staff.   We don't do a cake anymore; by the time it rolled around to cake time, everyone was full.  And, to be honest, we all hated the singing part.  We just like the eating.

The guys at work don't make anything.  Oh, their wives used to make homemade goodies for us, but over the years, it became easier for them to contribute to the "chicken fund."  The boys go pick up chicken and sides at lunchtime, and thus the celebration is complete.  Everyone gets good and fed, and spends the afternoon fighting the sleepies.

I've been bringing the same dip for over 15 years now.  Not only have I been bringing this same dip, but I've been MAKING this same dip since sometime around 1982.  I've been making it since I looked like THIS:

(me and my grandma on the day of my wedding.  My first wedding---)

I think the first time I ever ate this dip was at my friend, Rose's house; it was her daughter's birthday and I ate this dip and tried my first brain sandwich that day.  I had or made this dip at every party, bridal shower, baby shower, and funeral lunch.  I've had everyone's variety of this dip.  I've seen it made many different ways.  I can make this thing in my sleep.  I never change it.  People request it, and ask that I bring it.  It is simple but delicious; so I'm told.

But here's a little secret for you---I can't stand this dip.   I'm so tired of it I could just puke.

(kinda looks like puke, don't ya think?)

 

It's Raining Cats and Dogs

Don't step in the Poodle! 

Happy Monday.  Is it raining where you are?  It's been raining here for about 24 hours straight, and the forecast doesn't show it letting up anytime soon.  I love the rain, so I'm very happy about it all.  I love how dark the house is when it rains.  I love the thunder and lightning.  I love the cozy feeling I get when I'm nice and warm inside and it's wet on the outside. 

I love the pitter patter of rain on my roof and the windows. 

I love that Rockett gets all wet on her walks, and then comes inside and licks off the wet.

I love not having to wear sunglasses during the rain.

I love seeing birds and ducks taking "rain showers."

I love kids jumping in puddles.

And most of all?  I love naps when it's raining.  BEST ever.

Good Gravy

This is the WORST movie EVER.  EVER.  EVERRRRRRRR.

When you wish upon a turddddddddd?

Have you guys ever visited the Post Secret Website? It's truly an original. A few years ago, Taylor introduced me to the books and the website. It is much better explained HERE. I highly recommend it. It's a great exercise in looking at yourself, your inner secrets, and the fact that we're all just trying to make it in this world.

I saw this one last Sunday:

 So, now I have a whole new point of view about things.  No more star gazing for me.  You'll find me in the can folks.

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Two For The Price Of One

There's been some crime in the Creek, see.  And, we don't know who committed it, see.  We just know it was some wise guys, see. 

Witnesses described them as tall, with no arms or legs, and strange little faces see.  Some had shock tops of hair.  Some had beaks.  Some had pig noses see.  Some of them squeak, some don't.  All of them have been chewed by a dog at one stage of their life see.

Here's a lineup of some of the characters we've nabbed:

Our sources tell us that there are two main leaders in this gang see, and we mean to capture them.

Troublemakers, I tell ya, with a capital T. 

Especially that one with the hair on the beak.  He looks guilty as sin.

Guilty I tell ya.

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I promised you two for the price of one.  I read THIS on Angie's blog today.  It made me feel very good, and I know it will you.  Take a second to read it and enjoy!

Summary

These three pictures sum up our Florida trip.

Steven took these the last day of our vacation.

Guess where he is in this one....

You Wore That?

Did I ever tell you about  my first car date?

Yeah, probably not, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this now.

Well, I was a sophomore in high school.  I had just moved to Terre Haute, and didn't know very many people.  I was in the band, and there was a senior boy who played the TUBA.  He kinda looked like Jesus, but with much bigger lips.  (do tuba players just get bigger lips, or is that a requirement to play the tuba?  I'm not sure)  He really wasn't my type, as I wasn't into long hair or facial hair, but when he asked me out, I figured, "what the heck."    Besides, my friend, Donita, thought he was really hot, and that made me feel better.  (sidenote:  Donita and this boy went on to date for a LONG time!)

Anyway, I have NO idea where we were supposed to be going.  (This was no Pete Grimes date folks)  He showed up in his yellow Grand Prix or Monte Carlo, I can't remember which.  He rang the doorbell, and when I answered the door, I saw Pseudo Jesus wearing a tshirt with a pot leaf on it.  It looked a lot like this picture, only more GLITTERY.

I'm not sure if my parents knew what that was, but I did.  And, I was conflicted.  I mean, I was no prude, and I wasn't a straight arrow, but I couldn't believe this dummy would wear this shirt when possibly meeting someone's parents.  (and, I found it a bit disrespectful to this 15 year old?) 

Yeah, this one didn't work out.  Immediately, I started seeing all his faults; you know, like the fact that he couldn't make eye contact with females, as he was too focused on their boobs.  (or in my case, mosquito bites) 

I would have rather gone out with the tuba.

Fantasy Room

How cool would it be to have THIS in your living room?

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Dear So and So

If I could write letters to those I wanted.....

Dear Kelly Ripa:
Please eat a sandwich.
Love, Your Fat Friend in SC


Dear Kanye West and Taylor Swift:
Please stop bringing up last year's VMA's.  I don't even watch the show, and I'm tired of hearing about it all.
Love, Not digging on the hype

Dear Mrs. Duggar:
I really hope you stop at 19.
Love, Happy with Two


Dear TLC:
That Hoarders Show is freaking me out.
Love, Wanna Clean My House Now


Dear Wood Chipper Truck Maker:
Please make a truck that has a roof of some kind on your truck,and a gate that confines all the chips into the truck. 
Love, Scared of Flying Chips


Dear Paula Deen:
Don't ever stop cooking with butter.
Love, Land of Lakes Lover


Dear Kat Von D:
I liked you so much better when you were a bit player in Miami Ink.
Love, Tired of the Kat Overkill


Dear The Office:
I'm so glad I finally started watching you.
Love, Michael Scott Fan


Dear Real Housewives of ALL places:
The only one with any sense is Caroline.  Honestly.
Love, Still Can't Believe I Keep Watching

and finally...

Dear Mother Nature:
It's time for summer to be over and autumn to get here.
Love, I've sweated enough for both of us.

No Title

I don't know who Jeff is, but he got it right.

Post Vacation Randoms

(mixed in with some photos on one of our golf cart excursions)

My bed is still the best bed on the planet.

I do like the 600 count thread linens though.

If you're gonna charge a cleaning fee, make sure the house is clean.

You never realize how important Tupperware is until you don't have any.

Frogs have suicidal tendencies where swimming pools are involved.

Even at my BEST, I'll probably rarely beat Steven at Scrabble.

Crab Legs and melted butter (with garlic, thanks Larry!) are just about the best holiday meal ever.

After a week, you get kinda tired of wearing a wet swimming suit.

I really miss my animals when I'm away from home.

There's nothing better at the end of a day of swimming and sun, then the "post sun" shower and lotion treat.

If you don't leave the country, you can't get far enough away from work.

I always take too many clothes on vacation.

Taylor has a very sweet side to her; especially with Griffin.

It's really nice when friends are like family.

And, it really hurts when friends turn on you.

Usually, those aren't the same friends.

White Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake from, "The Cheesecake Factory" rocks.

I could get used to having a hot tub and swimming pool in my backyard.

Subway Tuna Sandwiches are just as good in Florida.

Where are we going to go next year?

Spanish Moss makes everything prettier.

We need a cooler that doesn't squeak when it opens.

Always happy to go, and always happy to return.

Dorothy was right folks, there's no place like home.

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Chilling in FLA

These people are supposed to love me.  Does it look like they do?  (by the way, it wasn't anyone's birthday, they were just wearing party hats.) 

I don't know if you can see it, but these are little crabs during low tide.

(Thanks Taylor, for taking the pic)

Griffin does the floatie-snack-eating-by-the-pool-routine.

Mary always looks cool.

It's tres cool that we could drive our car on the beach.  And, notice Taylor trying to get out of the way of my camera. 

Steven with WATER.  Not Beer.  Mark it on your calendar.

Little sandy feet.

Here's the book I'm currently reading.  LOVE IT.

Home to our fun.   Wish MOST of you were here!