Dear Inconsiderate Driver............

Good morning. I just want to start this off in as positive a manner as I possibly can.

After all, I do have my bracelet to think about (see Madea Goes to Jail).

I don't know why you have so many vehicles and I don't know how you can be in so many places at one time.

Why is it necessary for you to wait until I get about 100 yards from your road and THEN you decide to pull out in front of me doing at least 20 mph under the speed limit? I then have to slam on the brakes in order not to cream the corn out of you.

Why is it necessary for you to text message while you drive? YEAH, you are busted!!!

And where in the name of Zeus' b---hole (see The Rock) did you get your drivers' license from?

Come on. I know I'm road raging, but all I can do is laugh right now because you ran yourself off the road while texting. Didn't anyone ever tell you it is so, so dangerous to be doing that?

Please, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease. Stop pulling out in front of me. Don't you know that I have more important things to do than you? That's right! And thank you so much for your kind consideration.

Well, today was a great day................

Now I remember why we stopped having kids at #3. My cousin and her husband came over today to go tubing down a great little river near here and they were going to take my two boys with them and in return, I would keep their 10 month old. He is a darling, sweet, happy baby. UNTIL....his mom and dad disappear. He screamed and cried for over thirty minutes. And I have to tell you, man, I didn't dig that at all.
I loaded his butt up in the car seat and we went for a ride. He was asleep before we even got out of the yard. And for the rest of the day, I was trying to remember why we stopped at kid #3. That baby smiled, and cooed, and crawled, and loved, and laughed and hugged and was the sweetest thing on the planet.
But it sure is nice to be sitting here at midnight thirty blogging and not being the one who has to get up and feed him..
I hope you all have a super, fantastic weekend, and don't forget the sunscreen.

Farewell to a beautiful soul.......

I knew it was coming, but it still didn't make me any less sad that Farrah Fawcett passed away yesterday morning. In the 70's, she was so beautiful, she took my breath away. I wanted my hair to look just like hers, and for a time, it did. Then she kind of faded from the limelight and you didn't hear too terribly much about her.... then last week or so, I watched her controversial documentary on her battle with cancer, and I admired her beautiful spirit. Young women have truly lost a great, great person, notice I didn't say a great beauty, because it was her spirit that we noticed lately.
I am shocked about the death of Michael Jackson, but I think that the media is doing Farrah a disservice but downplaying her and the beautiful spirit she had and over playing on Michael Jackson's passing. I am sorry for his family's loss and yes he contributed a great deal to music, but he also was a pedophile. Sorry, that's just how it is. And I don't think he deserves any lauding and the world lifting him up like he was some kind of hero.
That's just my opinion, I hope no one gets mad at me for expressing it.

In the grand scheme of things.........

I guess that what I think doesn't really matter. But, that being said, I am so sad and disappointed about the decision that Jon and Kate Gosselin have made. I cannot even begin to fathom what they have been going through. (I have been divorced before, but not with any children involved).
I sat and watched their show last night and felt like weeping. Sobbing, really. They were talking about their marriage. The end of their marriage. And they are worrying about where to put playhouses for their kids. Come on!!!! This is the rest of their children's lives they are talking about.
Let me preface this comment with this sentence. Of course, I don't live in their house and cannot possibly know what all has transpired and what has been said between them, but I believe God can heal all.
They are teaching their children that it is okay to walk away from a situation rather than try to fix it. I don't know if they sought counseling or not. But it doesn't appear that they have, otherwise, it would have been shown. Not judging, just sayin'.
I am a married woman with serious issues in my marriage and we are currently in counseling for these issues. And no, my life is not all pleasant, but we are trying to trust God to help us.
The two of them sat on those couches and espoused how much they were doing this for the children. Really?? I think not. And it makes me sad for those little kiddies.
Am I part of the problem? Did my watching their show end their marriage? I think not.
Please be nice in your comments, this is just my opinion in this matter and do not need anyone ripping me a new one just because my opinion differs from yours. I really would like to hear your take on it, just be nice. I'll respect anything you have to say as long as you are not ugly.

IT'S H.O.T.
Today is supposed to be one of the hottest days of the year here in the sunny state of Florida. The actual temperature is supposed to be 100. With the "feels like" being somewhere around 105. YIKES!! Tomorrw is supposed to be 101 with the "feels like" being around 108.
And I can't help but think about all those whiners that live here saying back in March, "I'll be glad for the summer to get here". Well, guess what people, IT'S HERE.
I hope you all have a great weekend and Happy Father's Day to all you dads out there.

First, let me just say to all of my adoring bloggie buddies, I apologize.

I'm sorry that I have been such a sorry bloggie friend these past few months. I'm just having a hard time figuring out what to write about. I know that this is going to take some of you by complete surprise, but I feel it's time for me to make a complete confession....

I'm boring. (Crickets chirp). You heard me, I'm boring.

But let me tell you what I got to do yesterday.

I got to spend a bunch of hours with my sweet, sweet grandmother-in-law. She's the only grand I have left ( and unfortunately for her, she got me when her grandson decided to marry outside the community). Oh well, I just love her. She is 92 years old and has more information in her head than anyone I have ever known.

So, yesterday, while other members of the family were "cleaning" up her house (and by cleaning I mean dumping tons of old empty boxes and knick knacks out the back door into a trailer), I got to sit down with her and go through all of her music. She is a piano player (and she can actually still play). She had a ton of music and the shelf that it was on was falling down.

Now I love Mamoo (that's what we call her), I love her with a passion, BUT... her house is hazardous to her health and the health of all who enter. She is a pac....no, no, that's no the politically correct word. She is a collector of all items big and small. But, she is 92 and recently fell and hurt her back because she had so much stuff piled up everywhere.

So, while I distracted her with her music and singing songs out of her books, the others helped to make her environment just a little safer for her and her Fred (that's a whole other subject). There were about 12 of us in and out of her house all day long, did I fail to mention that her house is about 100 years old? I love her house. And now, I can see even more of it. I learned things about my father in law that I didn't know and some things about other members of my husbands family that I didn't know.

How precious to sit at an elder's feet and hear the wisdom of the ages come down.

Here is a picture that she lent me to scan. (And when I say lent, that's exactly what she meant.....I expect a call from her soon wanting to repossess it). This is her,in her glorious graduation gown in 1935. She made the gown herself out of pink organdy. (I told her she was "HOT") and she just laughed at me. I love Mamoo. Long may she live and be able to remember and love and laugh and tell us all stories we so love to hear.

This just in........breaking news.........

It has been discovered that in Hackettstown, NJ, there is a company there that is guilty of making a legal form of addiction.

Here it is..........................................

I, personally, have never been a big fan of chewy candies. Just not a fan. But now, oh my stars and all that stuff. This stuff is more addictive than just about anything I've ever had.

It's almost a sickness. I can hardly pass up an opportunity to eat a whole bag of these. And thanks to my DH, and probably a lot due to some repressed OCD tendencies, I have to seperate the colors to eat them. GAK!!!! What's up with that?

Help, please, help me.

As you can see, I have been shopping again for a new background......
I'm loving the purple. Now, as my time is permitting, I am beginning to rebuild what I lost yesterday. So, again, if you were on my list and are not now, please leave me some lovely comments and I will get you right back where you belong.
Thanks, hope you all are having a great week.

Oh my stinkin' heck....................

I don't know how I did it or even when I did it, but I deleted my blog roll. I'm just sick.
I had about 28 people on there and now I can't remember them, except for maybe five or so. I'm just sick about this.
Has anyone ever done this before?

Please tell me if you were on my list and what you blog url is so I can start rebuilding mine.
Thanks.

These are a few of my favorite things::

Looky, looky what I got in the mail today. Although, I encouraged her not to do this, Mamarazzi

the hostess with the mostest from OurDandelionWishes, sent me this giant package of "A Few of Her Favorite Things".

See, something came up and I did not receive my package. Mamarazzi who, by the way, worked very hard on getting this swap together, sent me a package even though it was not her responsibility to do so.

I am humbled by her graciousness and generosity. You all really should go check out this wonderful woman.

Anyway, on to the package. I got some really cool stuff and some of her favorite things, have now become my favorite as well.

I got a pack of crayons..........yeah, I'm with you on those being favorite from childhood. My sad confession is, that I still love the smell of a new box of crayons. Is there a help group for this?

I got some lovely reusable shopping bags with the FishfulThinking logo on them. My daughter used one as an apron (see pic)

Love those bags.

And there were some notepads and Pens (I am a pen person, I collect pens, I love pens, it's a sickness really), with the fishful thinking logo. And this neat little book with tips on making my kids happy and resilient.

Okay, the next thing was Orbit Sweet Mint gum. Where have I been? This is the best gum I have ever chewed. I'm hooked. And no, I will not be sharing with my children.

Some super sweet Lip Balm in Strawberry Creme flavor. Just wait till Mr. ouisa gets a load of my super soft lips. yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

Some delicious traveling candies (all mine, kids. Sorry) and some Molten Chocolate Cake mixes from the Warm Delights of Betty Crocker. Yeah, those are all mine too.

Thank you Mamarazzi for doing this even though you and I both know, it wasn't necessary. I am enjoying all the gifts and I am not sharing. If that makes me bad, MY BAD then.

I hope that you will not let this discourage you from hosting other swaps. You did a great job on this one.

Can you tell from the above picture where I just spent a significant amount of time?

Yep, you guessed it. The emergency room of the local hospital.

My middle child, my dear, sweet little football legend, went to first day of summer training today. And while gracefully executing a back pedal ( or some other ridiculously named feat), managed to trip and fall and land on his left wrist.
Gotta give the man credit, though, he stayed until training was over and held up a brave face until the door of the car closed. Then he sadly tells me that he believes his wrist is broken and I should take him on to the emergency room. Pish posh, I say. Let's go have dad take a look first.
Dad says, go ahead and take him to the emergency room. Great, I say.
Six xrays and several hours later, my dear, sweet little football legend leaves the emergency department with a temporary cast and a referral to an orthopaedic doctor for tomorrow.
Happy, happy, joy, joy. His summer swimming career is over before he even got started.
All I can hear in my mind is that sound they make on the Price is Right when someone doesn't do well. Wah-wah-wah. Poor little man. Stuck with mama for the summer. Sucks to be him.