Thursday, July 30, 2009


Apparently I can't blog when I'm feeling hot. So don't expect great things this week. In fact, don't expect great things at anytime, but especially this week.

Please forgive me if I don't make it to your blog, I am actually trying to pretty much avoid the computer after 10 a.m as it just starts to get to hot and I am either hanging out in the basement or trying to find a/c somewhere else.

We are having a heat wave with record temperatures. So my husband brought something out that is the strangest thing I ever saw (somebody gave it to him). It's a picture frame on one side, with a digital display that shows the date, day of the week, the time, and also the temperature. On the other side it's a calculator. Seriously.

As much as I don't want to admit it, it's kind of neat. In a freaky kind of way.

By the way, for the record it was over 100 degrees today, and we don't have air conditioning. It's also very humid, ugh. Can I get at least one vote of sympathy? Just one? Thank you.

I asked my hubby to get rid of that thing. I can't seem to take my eyes off of it and I am better off not knowing how hot it is indoors (and believe me, it is hot). I have never in my life stood in my house and had sweat pouring down my face before, not unless I was exercising and believe me, I was not exercising. Well, I was exercising this morning but it was only in the 80s then!

Anyway, I was thinking what if stores tried to do something similar to that clock/picture frame/calculator thing? What if Walmart got on board?

You know how you can go to Walmart and buy groceries, books, clothes, and even fish? You can also get a manicure and pedicure there too, not to mention eat fast food.

Well, what if Walmart expanded and you could sit in the chair and get a manicure, pedicure, get your hair cut, get your teeth cleaned, eat lunch, and maybe have a mammogram thrown in for good measure. Wouldn't that be lovely? (All in privacy of course).

I dunno. It just seems to me that Walmart is seriously missing an excellent market here.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009


First, pardon me for using the word "freak." I am just going with the common expression "control freak." I have heard it often enough in my life.

That being said, in my own life, I do know that I want to be in control. Don't misunderstand me, I trust the Lord with my life, totally. But I still want to control it. I still want to "help" Him and make suggestions. Even after all these years I still sometimes act like deep down I think I might know a better way. Even though I know that I don't. Confusing, I know.

We want to be in control because it makes us feel safe. We like to feel like we have the power and we are in control. But that is a lie. Because the truth is, we have no control. We cannot control what happens to us, to our health, to the people or to the world around us.

I like to be prepared for every situation. I like to know what's going to happen, when it's going to happen, and what I am going to do about it. I want to understand what's going on. I like to be prepared, people!!!!! That's not asking for much is it?!

But the life and walk with the Lord is a life of trust. Of surrendering control to the only One who has control! Of surrendering to Him who loves you and wants what's best for you. Even if sometimes it doesn't seem like it, you have to know it to be true. Because it is.

Still, I like control. When something comes up I have to prayerfully fight my natural inclination to wonder what He's doing, why He's doing it, when He will be finished doing it, and what will happen after He finishes doing it. I like to be prepared, people!!!!

I like to understand. I like to pick everything apart and analyze it. I like to go round in round in my head, and make plans and prepare for whatever I think MAY be coming. You know what that's called? Worry.

We can get in God's way and in our own way when we fight Him for control. Because in reality this is not a fair fight. We won't win. God is Sovereign. Technically, we're not really getting in God's way, because you can't stand in the way of God......but you know what I mean. I mean we don't surrender. We don't yield. We don't offer ourselves to Him to be used as He wills.

It may not seem like it's fighting for control. You may not be questioning His actions. You may be resting and relaxing in His arms. That's what we should be doing.

But if, on the side, you are wondering and figuring and analyzing and stewing about how you're going to fix it "if" this happens, or what you're going to do about it "if" that happens, then you're not really, fully trusting Him to take care of it.

You're not "helping." You're worrying. You're preparing. You're making plans to dig yourself out. You're relying and trusting in your own strength, not His.

I know. I've been there. Still there sometimes. I like to "help" the Lord out. Like I said, I like to be prepared, people!!! I like to be ready. To have an action plan for every conceivable outcome. I like to be in control!

So I flirt in and out of this control thing. I think I'm resting and trusting, then I catch my thoughts wrapping around something, and thinking how this should be done to fix it, or that should be done, or what if I do this, or he does that.......

When faced with a difficult time, ask yourself these questions: Is the Lord aware of what is happening here? If He's aware, does that mean He has allowed it to happen? If He has allowed it to happen, does that mean He has a purpose and a plan? If He has a purpose and a plan, does that mean I am in it? If I am in it, can I trust Him to keep me safe in it? If He can keep me safe in it, does that mean I can trust Him? If I can trust Him, than why am I worrying?

II Cor. 10:3-5 says that "(3), For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. (4), The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. (5), We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ."

Let's take our thoughts captive for Him today, and relinquish the control that we don't have, but so often desperately try to have, and trust Him today and every day!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009


Flowbee: 0
Blender: 0
Magic Bullet: 0
Dishwasher Door: 0
Starbuck's coffeemaker lid: 0
Nan: 5

What can I say? I have broken many an item in my day. The most recent was the demise of the lid to the Starbuck's coffeemaker that a friend gave us. My personal best was the day that I broke the Magic Bullet and the blender both in the same day.

I was trying to make a smoothie and I burned out the motor in the blender because an ice cube got stuck in the bottom. Yes, I knew it sounded funny and I even checked but didn't find anything that seemed stuck. So I just figured it was supposed to sound like that.

After it broke I was so desperate to have a smoothie that day that I moved on to the Magic Bullet. Not really sure how I broke the Bullet, but I did. Hey, what can I say? Breaking things takes talent and I have it apparently.

I broke the Flowbee (it's a haircutting system) when I tried to use it to cut the hair on Mystery, a dog we used to have. Mystery was a very sweet dog in need of a makeover. So I figured "how hard could that be?" and used the Flowbee on him.

After it broke I was reading the instructions (note that I read the instructions after it broke) and they said "do not use on animals." My bad.

Poor Mystery, one side of him looked pretty good, but the other side of him looked awful. I just knew he was never going to get a wife looking like that. He might if he only showed the good side of his profile though!

Not really sure how I broke the dishwasher door either. I just opened it and it sort of made a popping sound and the door sort of fell. Now my leg may have been involved and been in the way of the door opening but I am not willing to go into this any further. It's to painful. Both emotionally and physically.

Are you seeing a pattern here?

I also went through the McDonald's drive thru once and scraped the side of the car on those little barricades they have there. You know, the ones that are there so that you stay in the lane and don't crash into the building? Yeah, those. Don't know how that happened but children screaming their orders at me may have been involved.

Did I mention the time I drove over the curb thingy that separates cars in a parking lot? I was parked facing in and the space across from me was empty so I tried to drive straight through instead of backing out. The way my husband managed to get the license plate back on was ingenious!

Or the first time I sat down to type on a computer and it blew up? Smoke was coming out and all I could say was "I didn't do anything. Honest."

Or the time I carried something down the hall and put a gouge in the wall that my hubby just painted?

Like I said, are you starting to see a pattern here? No wonder my mom was always telling me to slow down.

I hope you will pop over to Five Moms And A Blog today as it's my day to post!

Sunday, July 26, 2009


Making your home sing Mondays

Welcome to the Making Your Home Sing Monday meme! Every day you are doing something to make your house into a home for yourself and your family (if you have one). My point with each Monday post is, what are you doing or going to do today to make your home sing?

It can be an attitude or an action. Motivation, our attitude, baking, encouraging our husband or children (if we have either one), organization, cleaning, saving money....the opportunities are endless.

If I had to use one word to describe my home right now it would be Disorderly. Yup. It just seems like every room has it's own little pattern of chaos happening right now.

The sunroom has one basket of folded laundry in it and one basket of unfolded laundry. Not to mention a book and a couple of magazines lying around. The kitchen has a cooler sitting on the counter, a rice cooker that is clean but not put away, a hand mixer that was used and left out yesterday, the Robo-cut from when we clipped our dog recently, some cans and plastic bottles for recycling, some dvds, and a set of free weights on the kitchen table.

There were a few other items as well but I will spare you. BTW, doesn't everybody have weight lifting equipment on their kitchen table?

The dining room has a rack of laundry that dried outside and I brought it and it's still there where I left it. The crockpot is on the dining room table, right next to the iron. There is also a box with some stuff in it and a few other items out as well. BTW, doesn't everybody have an iron on their dining room table?

In the living room, the slipcovers and the pillows are are messed up. There is a book and a church bulletin on the coffee table. On the floor sits a bag of decorating knicknacks that I bought at Goodwill about three weeks ago that I absolutely had to have. There they sit. Doesn't everybody buy stuff at Goodwill and then leave them in a bag for three weeks?

Are you seeing the pattern here? We really won't talk about my makeup sitting on the bathroom counter. I never leave anything on the bathroom counter. I always put it away.....except that I haven't lately.

We won't mention the master bedroom either......sigh. And we'll just avoid the family room, laundry room, etc. After all, I can only take so much honesty in one day.

Here is the thing. Pretty much everything in each room would only take minutes to pick up and establish order if I was doing it every day. It's just surface cleaning. It wouldn't take long at all. But when you let it pile up it takes longer, alot longer.

When it's just a few items out it's tempting to leave them out because you know it'll only take a few minutes to put them away and you'll get to them "later." But then later doesn't come and the next day you leave a few more things out that you'll get to "later." Pretty soon, you've got a big mess on your hands!

I don't like it when my home gets messy. I can't let it go for long without having to stop and get it straightened up again. When we get busy I am able to let it go for a few days if I have to. I used to not be able to do that. I used to insist that the house was immaculate every night before I went to bed. I would stay up to midnight or 1 a.m. cleaning, and then I was exhausted the next day.

Now, I am able to let it be messy for a bit if we are busy and I can't keep up, or if I am being exceptionally lazy and just don't care (sigh!). But I don't like that I am able to do that.

Not usually the kitchen though, I have got to have my kitchen clean every night if at all possible (last night it wasn't because I didn't feel like being up late).

So now you know what I will be doing this week. I'm pretty sure I was saying this exact same thing a few weeks ago. I am off my routine, and it's time to get back on board....sigh. I am sighing alot today!

But I am thankful to have a home to clean, and a family to clean it for. I need to get my kids back on their routines as well. After all, I am not the only one with cleaning chores around here. Hopefully this week my home will be singing intead of sighing as I go from disorderly to orderly!

Please keep little Stellan and his family in your prayers. His baby heart is failing and the doctors need wisdom to know what the next step is.

What are you doing or going to do today to make your home sing? Please go here for instructions and/or ideas and come back here to link up to join us today! Please do not put your own Making Your Home Sing Monday Linky on your blog. As always, please don't forget to link to this post. Also, please don't forgot to leave me a comment!

Saturday, July 25, 2009


It is Saturday! It is sooooo Saturday. I heart Saturday, don't you? I also wanted to see how many times I could say Saturday in a paragraph but then I got bored and gave up.

Why do I love Saturday so much???? Huh?? I mean, I know I loved it when I was working full-time forty hours a week but it's not like I'm doing that anymore. It's not like I need a break.

However, I do need a break. I need a break in my routine. And I love the fact that there is no school and no work and my hubby and kids are home.

I also love it when they go somewhere and I can have the house to myself and tear it apart on a cleaning or reorganizing project or just spread piles of laundry everywhere and kick through them like I was a kid kicking leaves. Didn't you love the fact that there were no comas in that really long sentence? There were no commas either!

Oh, and did I mention that it's sort of a play day? I don't usually make it a play day but I can if I want to. It's my Saturday and I can play if I want to. Just knowing that I can drop everything and run out and buy myself a chocolate donut at any moment is enough to keep me going.

One of these days I may break up with chocolate but not right now. Somehow, Saturday makes it all worthwhile.

Also, this Saturday the other four moms and I are blogging about some of our scariest or most embarrassing moments. So please pop over here to visit us at Five Moms And A Blog!

Friday, July 24, 2009


Just another random post for you. I often feel guilty for doing random silly posts. Yes, I know it's my blog and I can cry if I want to (or something like that) but honestly, it's a little faster (and easier) to write a simple random post than to write about debt or organization or something. That takes thought.

Being silly takes no thought. So if you're wondering why I keep doing so many random silly posts, now you know why. It's a time thing.

I once did a post about why you will never see me in the jungle. But I don't think you took me seriously.

One night awhile ago I changed the channel and there was yet another show with a bunch of people in the jungle. Only this time they were celebrities or something.

I just feel the need to remind you once again that I have no plans of moving to the jungle. Especially if I have the added "blessing" of being filmed for a t.v. show while I'm on it.

Seriously. Not gonna happen! I am assuming these people (some of whom I have no idea who they are....most of whom I have no idea who they are....) are being paid to be on this show.

I would not even go on to win a million bucks or whatever. Here's why: I would not win.

So I see no point in submitting myself to starvation, humiliation and any other -ations that I can't think about now when I'm not going to win.

This is not glorified camping. This is a nightmare. Who goes camping and then has to compete for rewards? Well, I don't know about your camping but that's not how we do it.

Do these people get to shower or brush their teeth or wash their hair? I am assuming they don't but I don't know.

It's not that I'm all that vain or such a girly-girl. O.k. I am. I'm a girly-girl when it comes to camping. I don't like using an out-house or anything that closely resembles a hole in the ground when I have a need.

I really am not into morning breath either. I like to have clean hair, clean clothes, clean teeth, and I prefer not sleeping with rats. Not to crazy about sleeping with bugs either.

If I was on Survivor I would be the first person voted off the show. My feet would no sooner touch the remote island and I would be begging "Pleeeeaaaase vote me off! Pleeeeease! I don't wanna be here!"

If I could bring two things to the island with me I would bring my Bible for one. Then I would bring a portapotty.

Thursday, July 23, 2009


Hello Blog Hoppers and welcome! Please feel free to poke around as much as you'd like. I am Nan from Mom's The Word. I am a Christian, happily married to my wonderful husband and a stay at home mom to two awesome kids (16 and 20).

My kids were ages one and five just yesterday. I know it. Somehow they just grew overnight. I don't know, maybe I was in the bathroom shaving my legs or something and I missed it. Now they are taller than I am.

I love to blog about all sorts of things such as my Savior, marriage, parenting, my family, my friends, organization and clutter, frugality, homemaking or homeschooling.

I host a weekly meme on Monday called "Making Your Home Sing!" in which we post the things we are doing or going to do that day to make our homes sing. I hope you will come back and join us.

I also blog here at Five Moms and A Blog, where we have lots of laughter and fun and it's just like hangin' with the girls! And yes, there will be chocolate.

I love to laugh and also enjoy blogging about extremely important things like chocolate, cereal, hairy legs and acrylic nails. I never really know what I will blog about from day to day but through it all I hope you will find laughter, encouragement, and fun!

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Ever since I was a little girl I was told that I had a "low forehead." I was also told that I shouldn't wear bangs because I had a low forehead. (BTW, did you notice I have bangs now? It's my own personal rebellious streak.)

As a child, it began to feel like my forehead was taking on a life of its own. I wondered if that's all anybody would ever notice about me.

What would they see when I walked into a room? Were they talking about me in hushed tones, almost as if one was divulging an embarrassing family secret? "Don't look now! No, don't look, she's looking and she'll see you. But did you know that she has a low forehead? I told you not to look!"

After awhile you begin to wonder if perhaps people might use it as an excuse for some stupid mistake that you might make "Well, what did you expect? She has a low forehead you know!"

Perhaps, it might be used in sympathy, "Well, she has a low forehead, but you know, she's trying to live with it."

When I was in junior high I hated my big toe. I used to stare at it and say "My big toe is to big. It's just to wide." Now, I am not sure but I don't think that they do a toe-ectomy. Even if they had, my mom wouldn't have paid for it. Big toes are the "tires" of our feet, and I was destined to go through life with a big toe of a size that would make a monster truck proud.

I had also been told that I was broad shouldered. Broad shouldered. What does that mean to a junior higher? I didn't know but after that I felt like my shoulders were something that would make a linebacker shed tears of joy. So I looked at tank tops and sleeveless shirts with suspicion and refused to wear them, no matter how hot it was.

Isn't it something that people will comment on other people's looks? Is it any wonder that America is so obsessed with body image? Is it any wonder that girls are starving themselves to be thin? Is it any wonder that there are tons and tons of beauty products, diet books, and self-help books out there? Is it any wonder that so many just feel like they don't measure up?

Growing up my parents told me I was beautiful, but I didn't feel beautiful in junior high. Even though I didn't feel it I tried to believe it, but I felt like they had to say that because they were my parents.

Eventually, I realized that it didn't matter what I looked like on the outside. It didn't matter whether I was beautiful or not. What mattered was what I looked like on the inside, and I knew my inside was ugly. That's when I truly knew that I could never be good enough for a Holy God, and because of that I needed my Savior.

Although I had accepted Christ when I was seven, I rededicated my life to him when I was sixteen. I have never looked back and am so thankful for His faithfulness.

It is funny how we can obsess with what we look like outside, but what really matters is what's inside. "...The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart." I Samuel 16:7b

Wednesday, July 22, 2009


Edit: Just editing this to let you know I am having trouble publishing comments today. For some reason the moderation won't work but I was finally able to publish them without moderating them. I just couldn't read them before I published them. Sorry it took so long but something isn't working right today! Thank you for all the lovely comments and hopefully it will work from now on.

I can't think of a name for this post so whatever.

Yesterday, when I was drowning in leftover laundry (from Monday's laundry day) I didn't have time to do a post for today.

It was either write a blog post or provide my family with clean laundry. Guess who won? Since I don't see the laundry police showing up at my door, I am claiming victory.

I am so glad they don't have laundry police. However, if they arrested me I wonder what the sentence would be. More laundry?

I totally traumatized my son who had cleaned his room one day when he was bored and then I came in with about 16 years of caught up laundry. (I am pretty sure he outgrew 99% of it by the time I actually got them washed and dried.) Suddenly he went from having a few t-shirts to probably about 50,000. Now he has to find room for them all. My bad.

By the way, did I ever tell you that sometimes I exaggerate? Oh, and I do everybody's laundry. Nobody messes with my laundry. You touch my laundry you better be able to back it up because I am so coming for you.

Oh, and yesterday I had the honor of being a guest blogger over at Chris from The Mommy Journey's blog. I totally forget to tell you yesterday till it was already posted. I blame the laundry. Whatever. Anyway, you can go here to see it. It's a post on mommy contradictions with a little mommy guilt mixed in there, so pop over there and give it a read if you'd like. Whatever! :-)

Tuesday, July 21, 2009


Usually, when you have young kids, somebody explains to you about the cheap therapy you can get at McDonald's. I have many fond memories of taking my young children to McDonald's.

For just a few measly bucks you can eat, watch your children running around screaming hysterically like everybody else's kids, puncture an eardrum, find out everybody else's kid has a nose that runs constantly too, and learn that their husband's snore (not that my husband snores if he's reading this).

You get the pure joy of watching your children convulse in a Happy Meal-induced high, listen to joyous ear-piercing screams until your ears bleed, and have the wonderful opportunity to look down on the mother whose kid is running around spitting on everyone......until you discover it's your kid (thanks, son).

What's not to love?

You get to have the fun opportunity of squeezing yourself into a tube the size of a test tube and make your painful way on hands and knees chasing a child who won't come down. Only to peer out once you're at the top and see him in the play area drinking somebody else's pop, eating somebody else's food, playing in the garbage, or taking his socks off and throwing them inside the play area which is off limits (again, thanks, son).

Then you get to slide down the slide, peeling your skin off as if it were an onion, and then begin the process all over again as your child has just gone back inside the play toy.

What's not to love?

You can have a ringside seat to a local toddler fight, guard your table as some would guard treasure, and go home with one sock instead of two. Upon arrival at home, your child will collapse into the longest nap you have ever seen.

What's not to love? Seriously, I love McDonald's!

It's my day to blog at Five Moms And A Blog today so I hope you'll join me over there as well as I share my high-tech misadventures.

Sunday, July 19, 2009


Making your home sing Mondays

Welcome to the Making Your Home Sing Monday meme! Every day you are doing something to make your house into a home for yourself and your family (if you have one). My point with each Monday post is, what are you doing or going to do today to make your home sing?

It can be an attitude or an action. Motivation, our attitude, baking, encouraging our husband or children (if we have either one), organization, cleaning, saving money....the opportunities are endless.

It's easy to place your child's needs ahead of your own, but your husband's needs? Puh-lease. He's a big guy, he can take care of himself. Unfortunately that's the way it tends to be sometimes.

It's easy to take care of your child when he or she is sick but take care of your husband when he is sick? Hey, he's a grownup and he should stop whining.

It's easy to pick up your child or take your child somewhere, but take your husband somewhere so you can have the car.......hey, he can take the bus. So what if he has to walk three blocks in the rain, he won't melt.

It's easy to make something for your child for lunch, but your husband? Hey, he knows where the kitchen is, doesn't he?

It's easy to drop the housework and the laundry and go spend time with your child, but let the housework go and spend the evening with your husband? Isn't that what the t.v. is for?

It's easy to answer the many questions of your children, but when you husband asks? Can't he see that you're busy and stop bothering you?

It's easy to interrupt your chores and accept the hugs and kisses of your children, but from your husband? Can't he see that you're stressed and leave you alone?

It's easy to set yourself aside for your child, but for your husband? Come on, what's he done for you lately?

Are you to busy for your husband but not your children? Do your children always come first and your husband always come last? Is he low priority or no priority? Our husbands need to come first with us, and there's nothing wrong with that.

That doesn't mean we ignore the needs of a screaming, crying baby who is hungry. Of course we use common sense. But it does mean that we don't shut our husbands out of our exclusive little club of mommy and kids. It does mean that we don't lavish our time, attention and affection on our children and make our husbands feel as if they are an intruder in their own home.

Sometimes, in a hurting marriage, a wife is waiting for her husband to love her as she wants to be loved, before she will love him as he wants to be loved. Somebody has to make the first move. Somebody has to take the first step. Somebody has to reach out first. Will it be you today?

Yes, our babies and our children need us. But so do our husbands. When those babies have grown up and moved away, dear hubby will still be there. Will you know him?

I can make my home sing by remembering to show my husband the love, honor and respect that he deserves. To make sure that I have as much time, love and attention for him as I do for my children. To continue to be as glad to see him as I am to see my children!

What are you doing or going to do today to make your home sing? Please go here for instructions and/or ideas and come back here to link up to join us today! Please do not put your own Making Your Home Sing Monday Linky on your blog. As always, please don't forget to link to this post. Also, please don't forgot to leave me a comment!

Friday, July 17, 2009


Friday Photo Flashback

Time for another Friday Photo Flashback with Alicia! So grab your old photos, scan 'em and join us!

This picture was taken from a video, which is why it's a little grainy. Still, I think it's a precious picture. My husband likes to roast pumpkin seeds in the fall. As you can see, the children were very interested in the process and looking at the "innards" of the pumpkin.

This pumpkin is nearly as big as my youngest son, lol!

When my kids were little I had to remind myself to relax more often, not worry about them making a mess so much and occasionally let them do things like climb on the table, as they did in this picture. The cleaning fanatic mother that I was back then had to learn to chill at times, and just let them have fun.

So today I am chillaxin' and enjoying the memories!

For more Friday Photo Flashback please go here.

Thursday, July 16, 2009


I have mentioned in the past how Max, our beagle, seems to prefer our little poodle's bed to his own. He must have not got enough womb time or something, as he just likes being all scrunched up in there. Wierd.

Now usually, Max is a pretty nosey guy, and he will stick his nose in anyone's business. Also, he is a pretty aggressive dog, and he doesn't like to take no for an answer. He is the Donald Trump of the dog world when he wants something.

His sister, Kenzie, takes great exception to his taking over her place of residence. Theirs is the typical sibling rivalry. When this happens she will come to me and strongly complain. Now, I can take complaining just as much as the next gal, but sometimes even I have my limits, and I just don't want to get involved.

Especially when one of them is a smooth-talking beagle, and you know he doesn't mean it when he says "You look nice today." I mean, this is a guy whose idea of "nice" is rolling around in anything disgusting that he can find. Then he loves to come inside and jump in your lap. Even my children know better than to do that. Well, now that they're older anyway.

So sometimes, I really can't blame little Kenzie for taking matters into her own hands....errrr....paws. She decided that instead of talking his ear off, maybe she would chew it off instead.

When that didn't work she just gave up. But I think, at some point, her princess complex rose up, and she said "I am not going to take this lying down! I am going to retake my throne for I am a princess!"

So in the bravest words known to man (and dog) she looked at him and said "You better back off, Jack, if you know what's good for you. I am going to give you to the count of three. One......"

"......Two.......dude, you still got a paw on it, dude......."

Three!" Ah, the sweet bliss of victory. Now maybe I can have some peace and quiet around here. After all, who can blog with all this excitement going on? I mean, she can cry about it till the cows come home, but eventually she made her move and made him move.

Speaking of cows, yesterday my friend Beth, of I Am Heading Towards My Destiny, risked life, limb, and the prospect of no more milk by driving around in her cow pasture, trying to get a video of her cows mooing for me. Not only mooing but these are southern cows, that means they moo with a southern accent, y'all. So please go here to see it and have a laugh!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009


Do you have a "phone voice?" Do you always feel like you need to answer the phone as if you are full of energy, enthusiastic, happy, in a good mood, excited to be alive, etc?

Could you be right in the middle of a knock-down-drag-out argument and yet still answer the phone as if you hadn't a care in the world? With a voice so sweet it could melt the caller's heart?

Do you feel as if you "owe" it to the caller to sound cheerful, energetic, alert, in a good mood?

It's funny how often we want to mask what we're really feeling inside. We put a mask over our features when in public or over our voices when it's over the phone. We care about how others think about us. We don't want to look bad in the eyes of others.

Isn't it funny that we often don't care if we look bad to our own family? We may snap at a family member but we certainly wouldn't do that with a friend. Well, not usually anyway.

We will make our family wait for us but we wouldn't dream of making our friends wait. We give the "mom" mad face to our children but we wouldn't show that face to our friend's children. We have a tone of voice that we sometimes use at home that we would cringe if anyone heard it outside the home.

I just notice that I am waaaaay to comfortable with my family. I don't always use the nicest tone when I am talking to one of them if I am annoyed.

I don't always have the nicest expression on my face when I am speaking to them. I don't always give them my full attention.

We aren't perfect, are we? And we know it! We know our failings, and they can frustrate us, especially when we love our families so much.

Sometimes it seems like there are two me's. The me that presents itself to the outside world, and the me that sometimes presents itself to my family.

Frankly, I am surprised that they don't get whiplash seeing the two of me, lol!

Except that I think we're all a little like this to some extent. We aren't trying to be fake, and we aren't trying to be hypocrites.

It's just that sometimes we are far to "comfortable" with our own family. Imagine if we were on a reality show, or just lived with a camera in our home. I know that it wouldn't always see me at my best.

I do have to tell you, that my day goes far better when I give it to Him. When I live out of His strength instead of my own strength. When I prayerfully set my mind and my thoughts and my day in tune with Him. We can't hide anything from Him, and we don't have to be strong for Him. We can just be real with Him and tell Him anything. He loves us!

You know, when you look at someone else, all you see is what's on the outside. They could be hurting inside and you might not know it. They can be holding their mask in place, and you will miss it.

Let's pray that we don't miss it. If we're so busy holding our own masks in place, we will fail to see behind the masks of others.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009


There is a certain name of an item that I am to embarrassed to talk about in mixed company. By "mixed company" I mean anything that involves me talking about it with someone other than my dogs.

That's just because with my dogs, I am superior. For one thing, they don't laugh if I show my ignorance and pronounce something wrong. For another thing, anybody that spends their day napping, eating, yawning, and rolling in disgusting things outside does not intimidate me.

Now, I may spend my day doing those first three things, but I can guarantee that I do not roll in anything disgusting........however, I have been tempted to roll in chocolate once or twice.

Here's the word that just stumps me (cue music): Worcestershire. As in the sauce. There I said it. I'll say it again, Worcestershire. I'll type it upside: ˙ǝɹıɥsɹǝʇsǝɔɹoʍ

I'll type it in bold, Worcestershire. I'll type it in blue, Worcestershire. Anyway, I think you get my point.

You have no idea how terrifying it is to even think about asking where the Worcestershire sauce is in the store. I would rather have my lower lip pulled over my head and shoved in my back pocket.

Not to mention the sheer terror you experience if you are cooking at someone else's house and have to ask for the stuff.

The person who said "Excuse me sir, but do you have any grey poupon?" had it easy. No sweat. I could do that with my eyes closed, one hand behind my back, while chewing bubble gum.

I have tried to say it. It comes out "Do you have any wortchester sauce? I mean, worcestersire sauce? Sorry, do you have any wort sauce?"

By this time I am sweating and in need of a bath. But still, something draws me and makes me go on. Like a moth to a flame. Like Caesar to Cleopatra. Like peanut butter to jelly. It can't be stopped.

Like verbal vomit I just keep spewing it out, louder and louder....."warcester sauce? whshirewor? westchester? westershire? Wescester! Worstsure?

As my eyes begin to bulge, my face turns red and I begin to sweat, somebody usually reaches for the phone to call 911. It is at this point that I know it is time to pack it up and go home. There will be no whatever-you-call-it-sauce for me.

I don't know who the cruel person was who named that stuff but there oughta be a law, that's all I'm sayin' time I am just gonna ask for Spam.

Today is my day to blog over at Five Moms and A Blog so please visit me over here and learn about my exercising woes.

Sunday, July 12, 2009


Making your home sing Mondays

Welcome to the Making Your Home Sing Monday meme! Every day you are doing something to make your house into a home for yourself and your family (if you have one). My point with each Monday post is, what are you doing or going to do today to make your home sing?

It can be an attitude or an action. Motivation, our attitude, baking, encouraging our husband or children (if we have either one), organization, cleaning, saving money....the opportunities are endless.

Sometimes the things that can cause us the biggest frustrations in our homes are things that can easily be fixed with just a little thought and/or planning ahead of time.

Last week I was getting ready to leave the house and I couldn't find my other black shoe. It was supposed to be in the closet where it belongs, but it wasn't there. It wasn't there because I had been in a hurry the last time I wore them and hadn't returned them to their proper spot. I had just kicked them off, in a hurry, and one was hiding under something.

Recently I couldn't find my car keys that are supposed to be kept in my purse. Again, I had been in a hurry when I came home and just dropped them down instead of returning them. Then I couldn't find them without a lot of time spent looking.

The nights that I don't clean up the kitchen, which isn't often but it does happen, lead to mornings where I wake up and I am already behind.

Clothes that get washed and forgotten mildew and have to be washed again. Clothes that are dried and forgotten get wrinkled. Spills on the floor or counter can dry and become as hard as cement if they aren't wiped up right away, not to mention they can be dangerous if they're on the floor.

We make more work for ourselves and we stress ourselves out when we don't plan or follow through. Instead, we are planning to fail. Instead of being homemakers who are happy to care for our families, we can become crabby and unpleasant to be around. And many times, it's nobody's fault but our own.

Many times we make more work for ourselves by putting things off. By not getting back to the laundry, or the dishes, or putting things back where they belong or wiping up spills. We think "I'll get to it later."

Isn't it funny how a person can excel at a job they held outside the home because they're paid for it, because they take a certain pride in it, or perhaps because someone is there to motivate them or evaluate them, but they can struggle at their homemaking inside the home?

We can get up early enough to be somewhere on time when we're paid for it, but can't seem to motivate ourselves to get up early enough so that our day at home goes better. We can manage our time when we were working but can't seem to manage our time at home as well.

For me I think I can make my home sing by making better use of my time. By sticking to my routine (click here). By looking at my upcoming week and applying a little time management. By applying the do-it-now principle and doing it now (whenever possible), instead of waiting for later. After all, if I don't want to do it now, why do I think I'll want to do it later?

What are you doing or going to do today to make your home sing? Please go here for instructions and/or ideas and come back here to link up to join us today! Please do not put your own Making Your Home Sing Monday Linky on your blog. As always, please don't forget to link to this post. Also, please don't forgot to leave me a comment!

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Saturday, July 11, 2009


I got my allergy shots yesterday and afterwards I got an itch, as usual. For those unfamiliar with allergy shots, let me just explain that afterwards I want to scratch my arms like crazy.

I want to take a fork and just rake it up and down my arm. I see a picket fence and I salivate, imagining the sweet relief it would bring to my itchy arm. I go to my friend's house and fight the cat for the scratching post. You get the idea.

Now, we will do a test. I want you to sit there and pretend that your arm itches. Just think about it itching. Does it itch?

Either that or just think about lice. Anybody you know have lice? Your head is itching now, isn't it. So is your arm. Now you know how I feel. You're welcome!

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Friday, July 10, 2009


Friday Photo Flashback

Alicia is hosting Friday Photo Flashback again, folks. So break out your scanner, break out the old pictures, break into a little breakdancing if you feel like it, but join us!

For as long as I've been married we've had at least one dog, sometimes we've had two. Dogs put up with alot when you have kids. Especially if you have little kids. This picture was taken when our youngest was just a little guy.

There comes a time when even a dog can only take so much. Think about it. Dogs are pack animals. They love nothing better than hanging out, kickin' back with a bit of kibbles, maybe a bowl of water or two, swapping stories about the good ole days, and just chillin' with their homies.

But sometimes, sometimes even they can only take so much togetherness. Especially when there is a little kid around. A very active little kid. One whose only mission in life is to search, seek, and annoy you.

Sometimes, when you're a dog, the best thing you can do is hide. Just hide and hope that maybe you can have a little peace and quiet. Can you find her?

Please hop over here to Alicia's blog to see more fun blasts from the past!

Thursday, July 9, 2009


One of the awesome things in the blog world are the friends you make. I would never have believed that you could consider total strangers as friends. But when you read each other's blogs, comment or email back and forth, or twitter or facebook together, the world suddenly doesn't seem quite so big, does it? Suddenly strangers turn into friends, who knew?

I have been a bit behind on posting my awards or tags from my bloggy friends and just wanted to take the time to do that now. I am hoping that I haven't forgotten anybody, please forgive me if I have.

Leslie, Nanette and Laura all gave me The Honest Scrap award. Leslie writes about the Lord, her family, frugality and whatever else is happening! Nanette is a relatively new blogger and we are friends in real life as well! She has some great stories and fun on her blog and if she is your friend, you are blessed. I hope you will love her as much as I do. I love reading about the goings on of Laura and her sweet family and I think you might as well.

Hope gave me this award and The Honest Scrap award above as well. To know Hope is to love her and I am blessed to have her for a friend. You will find a lot of love, laughter, encouragement and fun on her blog.

This darling award is from Tootsie. Isn't it precious! Tootsie's blog is awesome. This gal has a green thumb like you wouldn't believe. Just viewing her header alone is amazing (it's a picture of her garden). Tootsie's home is as lovely inside as the gardens are outside! Her heart is as big as her flower garden, bigger even, and that's saying something if you've seen all her flowers.

Julianne is passing the blog love around by giving me this lovely award. I love Julianne's blog. She really is a mom on a mission. Each Monday she does a post that encourages us and then gives a challenge or a task to do as well as builds and encourages us the rest of the week!

Shona passed the bloggy love on to me as well with this award. Shona is a fairly new blogger and the stay at home mom of a little girl. Please pop over and welcome her to the blogging world!

Kim gave this this award. Isn't it cute? I have to admit that I am finding that I love writing! Kim has an amazing food blog, complete with pictures and recipes of course. I think I gain five pounds every time I read it, lol.

Christy Rose gave me this Queen of all Things award. Isn't she cool looking? Love the crown! I love Christy's blog. Her heart is just so out there for the Lord, and I love reading it, I think you will too!

Chris at "The Mommy Journey" gave me this award. Don't you love how pretty it is? Chris has two awesome blogs and you really ought to pay them both a visit to see what she is up to!

Dani Joy tagged me for a tag where you are to list six of your unimportant favorite things in life! Dani Joy and her family are Baptist Church planting missionaries in Spain and I love reading about her family and seeing some of the scenery and hearing about what they are doing.

I did not list any of the award rules or tags otherwise this blog would have been to long. But I do want to thank these lovely ladies for blessing me with each award or tag, I am pleased that they would think of me. I do hope you will pay them a visit!


Welcome back, this is part two of Money Saving Don'ts. Please go here for part one.

Sometimes saving money isn't about what you do. It's about what you don't do. Here are some more of my thoughts about money saving don'ts:

You don't impulse buy, at least not often and not on big items. I have said in a past post that when we first married and were both working, my husband and I agreed to not spend more than $100 on an item without talking to one another first. And both of us had to agree to the purchase.

My hubby and I still adhere to that principle, although the $ amount is much, much less. I won't even buy a $19.99 dvd without talking it over with him, and vice versa. If either of us says no, it's no.

It isn't because I "need" his permission to buy it, or that he needs mine. It's because of the principle we laid out at the beginning of our marriage, that of talking over purchases. Do you know that we really don't fight over money?

That principle is why. BTW, I am not talking about spending money purchasing groceries, or hubby paying bills. I am talking about individual purchases of things (not groceries).

I'm also not saying I don't, say occasionally, drop $5 or $10 on shoes or something at the thrift store or somewhere. I may pick something up but will check with him later to make sure it's within budget. We do this by choice! It keeps our "wants" in check by discussing it with one another.

You don't buy everything based on the decision that you "deserve" it. That is usually a poorly based decision. Because it means we are buying something that we know, deep down, that we probably can't afford and shouldn't be buying. But we are letting our emotions overcome our good sense.

The problem is, we tend to believe we are doing alright, as long as we can pay the bills. And it is certainly our right to live that way. It is also our right to charge up our credit cards, if that's what we want to do.

However, we can't say we want to get out of debt, and continue to live a lifestyle that keeps us IN debt. We can't say that we are tired of being stressed out over bills, and then keep making more and more bills.

Some people can truly support their lifestyle. But there are alot of people who are supporting their lifestyles by their credit cards. And they really aren't concerned about their debt. They feel like they are doing o.k. because they can pay their monthly minimums.

But what if someone loses their job? What if someone gets sick? That would affect all of us, of course, but even more so if you have lots of credit card debt.

If you have credit card debt and are able to make the minimum payments each month, ask yourself if you can afford to pay off the whole credit card. Ask yourself if your credit card debt is going down each month or is it going up?

If you have a desire to get out of debt, but you keep charging more and more each month, perhaps it is time to sit down and determine just how serious you are about getting out of debt.

Sometimes the desire to get out of debt is there, but the desire to continue the lifestyle is stronger than the desire to get out of debt.

We have to make a decision to get out of debt, and stick with that decision. No matter how hard it is to say "no" to want we want. Saying "no" to more debt is actually saying "yes" to having more money and being free of debt.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009


We Are That Family is hosting Works-For-Me Wednesday again.

Sometimes the biggest part in saving money and living more frugally isn't what you do, it's what you don't do. If you aren't sure where you stand in this, make yourself a paper or a mental list of the things that you do to save money. Now make a list of the things you don't do that save you money. Which list is longer?

So many people are out there looking for new ways to save money. Trying to come up with new ideas on how to stretch their budget and make their money go farther. Like I said, sometimes it's not always all about what you do, sometimes it's about what you don't do.

Here are some of my thoughts about money saving don'ts. There are so many things you can do without or do differently. I just chose a few:

You don't eat out alot. That doesn't just mean fancy meals. It costs a lot more money to buy a hamburger and fries than it does to make the same meal at home. Coffee costs alot more at Starbucks then it does to make it at home.

Pop costs alot more than water, and yes, I still drink pop. (Hey, I write this stuff to motivate and encourage myself too!) Not saying you never eat out, although, some people don't and save their money instead. But perhaps you evaluate a plan for how often you are going to do it and stick to it.

You don't buy lots of convenience foods. For example, some people buy frozen waffles, frozen lasagna and frozen pizza. Some people make them from scratch. It's very nice to have them on hand, but if you're trying to save money, it might be better to make and freeze them and save that money for something else.

The more you make from scratch, the more money you'll save. You just have to decide where and how you're going to save on the grocery bill! I think many of us save in some areas and "splurge" in other areas.

You don't use your cellphone constantly. Are you using it as if it were a lifeline? Do you absolutely need to make every call right now? Can you wait until you get home? Can you at least text rather than talk? Are you using it because you're bored while waiting in line? Lots of people have tons of "free" minutes, but it seems like you can pay quite alot for those "free" minutes, so are they really "free?" Some don't even own a cell phone.

You don't buy lots of clothes that you really don't need. Not saying you never buy them, but you examine your shopping habits. Do you need them or do you just want them? Are you buying out of need or out of emotion? I don't need this but I am feeling down, or sad, or mad, or tired of having no money....and buying this will make me feel better. Until I get the bill. I hope you at least buy on sale or clearance or thrift!

You don't redecorate your home fairly often, just because you're tired of something. How often are you buying new accessories for your home? Do you need them or do you just want them? Do you get bored easily and want a whole new look? How old are your furnishings? Can you afford it? Will you be paying cash or putting it on credit? Remember, even buying at yard sales or thrift stores add up if you go every weekend.

You don't upgrade your stuff every time something new comes out
. When it comes to upgrades.....some people do them and some don't. Some believe that the latest is absolutely the best and they need it, even if their old one is only a year or two old.

Some people convince themselves that they need the newest for their "home office," when often times they really don't, because they just don't do that much work from home, if ever. Or that they need to do it to keep up appearances, stay current, whatever. Some just can't admit that they want it, and instead feel the need to justify it.

You don't buy every new "toy" that comes out. Again, is it a need or a want? If you at least wait for a bit, the price will come down. Yes, it seems like "everyone" has one. Yes, it looks like fun. Yes, your kids (or you or your husband) are begging for one. But, can you afford it? Will it be going on credit? Will your kids get a bigger benefit if you don't buy it, by learning to wait and consider before they buy?

So often we don't spend money out of need, we spend out of emotion. When we wisely consider how we are spending our money, then we are choosing how to spend it.

Spending it on bills is having the choice of how to spend some of it made for you, because you have to pay those bills. Choosing to purchase wisely, or to save money, is to make your own choice about where your money goes.

I hope you will come back tomorrow to see part two of this post and go here to see more of Works-For-Me-Wednesday today.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009


Well, the Fourth of July is a time to be thankful for your freedom that so many have fought (and so many have died) for in order to gain it for you and to keep it for you. For which I am deeply grateful. For the men and women in the military, and for their families who make a sacrifice as well.

Our Fourth was a lovely warm day, with just a bit of a breeze. Just family, a few close friends, and lots and lots of food! We went to a friend's house.

This is my husband who, in case it isn't obvious, is a big fan of Mickey Mouse! Well, a big fan of where Mickey Mouse lives anyway. If you don't know where Mickey Mouse is, you have my permission to buy yourself a first class ticket and go visit Disneyland or Disney World. Please tell him my husband says hello.

And please buy a Mickey Mouse ice cream bar and bite the ears off. For me.

You know what I love about this gal? She calls her husband (pictured here next to her) "my love" only she says it in Spanish. Everything always sounds so much more romantic in another language, don't you think?

My husband could call me "my little yellow pencil" in another language and I would think it was the most romantic name in the world and would melt at his feet.

I would follow him to the ends of the earth.....until I found out what it meant in English. Then I might insist he pick a better name for me. Something more appropriate. Something with the word chocolate in it.

By the way, did you know today is Chocolate Day (Lana told me that on twitter yesterday). Also, 10/28 is National Milk Chocolate Day. I thought I'd pass it on as I just wanted to give you a head start on buying me a present.

This is Kathleen and her grandmother. You may remember Kathleen from this Prom post. She is the one who is going away to college and I am going with her. She keeps sweetly and patiently smiling at me, as one does at someone who has no concept of reality.

I am oblivious to her smiles, I shall fold myself up in her suitcase and she'll never know. I sincerely hope it is a biiiiig suitcase. I wouldn't want to get a cramp.

She makes the best chocolate chip cookies. You know how people send "care" packages to college students? Well this is one college student who is going to have to send care packages to me.

My son is smiling, but only because he isn't used to seeing me with a camera in my hand taking a picture. He is more used to me handing him the camera and asking "Now, how do you get this ridiculous thing to work again?????"

Here's hubby again. Poor guy. All he asks is a little peace and quiet so that he can do his job. But does he get that peace? No! Why, do you ask? I said, Why, do you ask???

Because of these people. Hungry, hungry people. Oh they may look all sweet and innocent, but don't let them fool you. See this gal. See how she is trying to hide? She is my dear friend Linda and she is preparing to gnaw that poor man's arm off.

What makes it worse is he is her father and you'd think she'd have more respect. Also, I would think she would at least put seasoning on it first.

Love how she is trying to hide behind a pop can. I have tried that before and it doesn't work. Trust me. People find you every time.

Also love the fact that the kids are engaging in such a lively face to face conversation. Don't they look thrilled? Don't they look intent? Don't you just want to stand over their shoulders and see what is so interesting?

My son and his friend. My son is on the right. It took me three tries to get this picture. They kept looking away from the camera or talking to one another. I always thought that, once kids got older, picture taking would be easier. Who knew?

Yes, I can read minds. It's a gift. And my son is thinking "Seriously, mom? Seriously?" With just those three words of thought I know that he is soooooo over my picture taking. Well, so I am.

So now the holiday is over too and I am wishing I had some more of that food. How long until Thanksgiving (not that I'm hungry or anything)? BTW, it is my day to blog at Five Moms And A Blog so please go here and find out my little adventure, a.k.a. When Beverages Attack!

Sunday, July 5, 2009


Making your home sing Mondays

Welcome to the Making Your Home Sing Monday meme! Every day you are doing something to make your house into a home for yourself and your family (if you have one). My point with each Monday post is, what are you doing or going to do today to make your home sing?

It can be an attitude or an action. Motivation, our attitude, baking, encouraging our husband or children (if we have either one), organization, cleaning, saving money....the opportunities are endless.

I don't want to make my home sing this week. Does that surprise you? Well, it surprises me too. I am just not feeling it.

It's hot, I am tired, and once again I am behind on my laundry, my kitchen is a mess, my living room is a mess, my bathroom, etc. and honestly, I just don't want to deal with it.

This is what happens when I get busy during the week and I don't keep up with my daily cleaning routines. Then I have to get busy some more because I know I have to dig myself out.

Did I mention that I get grumpy when I have to dig myself out? Did I mention that I don't want to dig myself out?

This is why I try not to let things fall apart around here to much. Because when things get messy, I get crabby. When mom is crabby, it just puts a damper on things.

When mom gets crabby, sometimes it just seems to send a message that she isn't happy with making a home. Nobody is going to stop and think, "Oh, she's unhappy with the mess." Instead they might think "Oh, she's unhappy with me."

By the way, did I mention that sometimes I have a bit of a martyr complex? That I would much rather clean and pick up and complain than ask for help? Did I mention that? Did I mention that sometimes I like to moan and feel sorry for myself and have a little "pity party" instead of asking for help?

Did I mention that I can get annoyed with my family for not doing something that I haven't asked them to do? Did I mention that sometimes I put expectations on my family but I don't have the same expectations for myself? Did I mention that? Yeah, I didn't think so.

Lest you think that my family has made a huge mess around here, I am sad to report that much of it is mine. In fact yesterday my hubby cleaned up the entry hall (without me knowing) of stuff I unloaded a couple of days ago and I never put away, bless him! Did I tell you that I didn't even notice until today, so I didn't thank him till today? Yeah, I didn't think so.

Nobody knows I'm getting grumpy, because they haven't seen it yet. So, for me, the best way to make my home sing is to spend some time in prayer with my Lord. Thanking Him for my family, thanking Him for my home, mess and all. Thanking Him for the opportunity to love and serve Him by loving and serving my family.

Then, it's time to get back to making my home sing!

What are you doing or going to do today to make your home sing? Please go here for instructions and/or ideas and come back here to link up to join us today! Please do not put your own Making Your Home Sing Monday Linky on your blog. As always, please don't forget to link to this post. Also, please don't forgot to leave me a comment!

You may need to delete whatever was in the box previously, but don't worry, you're not deleting someone's link. Mr. Linky just may not be cleaning up after himself, that's all. Just delete whatever is in the box and put in your own won't ruin anything!

Friday, July 3, 2009


Anybody up for a little blog-dancing? Let's go to the Hop people!!! Brent Riggs and MckMama have created their own linky and a fun way to find some new blogs. Want to join in on the fun? Go here for instructions and get in on the fun! Today we are supposed to introduce our blog in one paragraph.

One paragraph. One? Wow! I can't even say hello in one paragraph, for goodness sake!!! I mean, hello, have you met me??? (Oh yeah, you haven't). Here goes. My name is Nan and I blog about horribly important things like hairy legs and pancakes. I also love to blog about my kids, being a mom, frugality, organization and how to make your home sing! I can't tell you from one day to the next what you'll find on here, but hopefully you will leave with a smile and some encouragement!

MckLinky Blog Hop


Friday Photo Flashback

It's Friday again, folks! Wooohooo! Time to join Alicia of More Than Words for another edition of Friday Photo Flashback. This is a meme where you break out the old photos and share them with everybody!

This photo is very old. I think I was about 19 but I'm not sure.

This was my "brown" period. One day, I decided I had to much blue and red clothing in my closet and that I needed more colors. So after that I determined to buy only clothes that were mostly in the green or brown range. Until the day I opened up my closet and noticed that most of my clothes were green or brown and that I needed more blues and reds......

By the way, I remember this sweater (I have absolutely no idea why though) and I bought it at a thrift store. Even back then I was careful with my money, lol!

This is my handsome daddy. And yes, he is wearing a 70's leisure suit. Hey, it is what they were wearing back then and my dad was always stylish!

He is with the Lord now and I miss him very much. He had a wonderful sense of humor, he loved to laugh and make others laugh, he had an awesome work ethic and he raised us to believe in the importance of family.

Although he was friendly, he was also protective and careful with me, and many of my dates were a little nervous at meeting him or my brothers (who were protective of me too). But once they got to know him, they loved him. He just looked a little frightening when he wasn't smiling, lol!

Please go here for more Friday Photo Flashback fun!

Thursday, July 2, 2009


There are many things I never thought I'd be blogging about. Cereal rates right up there on the list. I heart this cereal though. I really do!

Somehow I think I bought into the whole Special K diet scenario. I saw the commercial. I saw the teenage daughter wearing a pair of her mom's old jeans that she (Mom) wore in high school. I saw the mom eating a bowl of Special K day after day after day. I saw her fitting into her old jeans again.

One day I found myself in the cereal aisle, with my hand reaching for this cereal. I have always been pretty frugal when I buy cereal. I bought on sale, and I bought alot. Many is the time that I would buy 30 boxes of cereal. The store didn't seem to mind, but I think my kids were traumatized by all the stares of the people in the checkout line.

I didn't mind. They loved cereal for breakfast and I needed to stock up when they were on sale (the cereal, not the kids) or take out a bank loan in order to keep up with their cereal habit.

So I found myself in the cereal aisle and I wanted this cereal. For me. Note it says "Family Size" on the box. That would be for me, myself, and I. My kids rarely eat cold cereal for breakfast anymore.

I didn't care if it wasn't the store brand. I didn't care if I could get something cheaper. I didn't care if I didn't have a teenage daughter who was wearing my old jeans. I didn't care if I didn't even have an old pair of jeans that I wore in high school.

I had to have this cereal. Somehow I knew that the strawberries would be amazing. Somehow I knew that I would be amazing if I bought this cereal. So I picked up ten boxes of it (I'm trying to cut down......).

I happily wheeled my ten boxes of pure joy up to the counter. didn't seriously think I was going to carry ten boxes of cereal in my arms did you? I may be good, but I'm not that good. I am sure that somewhere on this blog I have told you what a klutz I can be.

I'm not kidding. Think Jerry Lewis. Think today's equivalent of whoever Jerry Lewis would be if you don't know who Jerry Lewis is. Think of me dropping cereal boxes, then stepping on them, and then crushing them with the weight of my screaming, falling body.

On second thought, stop thinking. This blog is rated G and not meant to scare anybody.

As I said, I got up to the cashier to buy my cereal. Guess what? It wasn't on sale. Did you hear me? It wasn't on sale!!!! Somebody put the sale tag in the wrong spot. It was for the cereal next to it.

Poor cereal. Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.

So I bought it. Not all of it. Just some of it. I had to. How could I put it in my cart and then reject it like that? Cereals have feelings too, ya know.