Happenings at my Blog

I've been lax the last couple of days, working on getting my business started, still working on the name but I think I have one..

Okay News..

If you are particpateing in Shannon's from "Welcome to the Nuthouse"  and if your read her blog you know she doesn't really live in a nuthouse, well maybe a little. But her blog is fun .Swap, If  you know about it you know that this is the week all the fun stuff goes in the mail. I've got mine do you have yours? This is a massive project I don't believe she did it. If you don't know what it is let me tell you. She has bloggers from all over the country swapping items that are indigenous to their state with people from other states. The limit was 20 dollars, but I know I spent more. The logistics in this swap boggles my mind, but I am checking my mailbox, for mine. We don't know who in what state got out names so it is even more excitement.

Giveaway Giveaway Give away

I am giving away AVON, yes some samples some full size products some Jewelry it will be about $50.00 dollars in Avon details to follow, 

I read a lot of interesting blogs,  and find a lot of interesting people write those blogs, so I am going to interview a few if they are willing and post the results here over the next few weeks.

Because variety is the spice of life, I am going to pick some from all walks of life, and all of them will be Bloggers who have made a big impact on me and how my  blogging changed something in my life because of what they have gone through or blogged about or just pain existing.

If you want to be interviewed let me know by emailing me and I will be glad to, Frankly I'd appreciate it and while I can't promise you it will do a thing for your blog, it will certainly impact mine so thanks. 

And who knows, it just might do something for yours too...

And so it goes, Tasha just ran through the kitchen yelling something about a camera, she dashed out the back door and I hear water. Haven't the faintest idea what that is all about but I supposed I should go check in case she is drowning a squirrel or something. You know how Tasha is. 

Have a great Sunday all...Thank you for reading and Thank you even more for making comments (tricky little thing aren't I? trying to trick you into commenting)

Which, as my famous line says: goes to show you can't trust anyone these days....

Angel

Things that make yuou go hmmmm

Denise was telling me about her night at work, and she made a comment about "locking the doors of Denny's for the first time since it opened," So I thought, Hmmmm Why do you have locks on a door if you are opened 24/7? When would you lock the doors? 

I mean Denny's is opened even on Christmas and New Years? so why bother with locks?

It inspired me to write today's post on things that make you go hmmmm...I thought of some, found some on the net and asked other people about what they thought, and just in a few hours, here is what I came up with:

• If a funeral procession is at night, do they turn the lights off instead of on?
  
• Why do you need a Drivers License to buy liquor, when it is illegal to drink and drive?
  
• Why does the ATM at my bank have Braille dots in the drive up lane?
  
• How does the guy who drives the snowplow get to work?
  
• Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?
  
• Why are there interstate highways in Hawaii?
  
• Why are there flotation devices under plane seats instead of parachutes?
  
• Why are cigarettes sold in gas stations when smoking is prohibited there?
  
• Do you need a silencer if you are going to shoot a mime?
  
• Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?
  
• Why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways?
  
• Why do our noses run and our feet smell?
  
• Why is it that when you transport something by car, it's called a shipment, but when you transport something by ship, it's called cargo?
  
• Why do we play in recitals and recite in plays?
  
• You know that little indestructible black box that is used on planes, why can't they make the whole plane out of the same substance?
  
• Why do the makers of Minute Rice give their product that name when it 5 minutes to cook?
  
• Why is it that when you're driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume on the radio?
  
• Why is it that Superman can take 6 bullets in the chest but when the bad guy throws the empty gun at him, he ducks?
  
• What does Geronimo say when he jumps out of a plane?
• If fire fighters fight fire and crime fighters fight crime, what do freedom fighters fight?
• If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?
• If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
• and finally:
• • When the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?
    
  • Why is the word abbreviation so long?
    
  • When companies ship Styrofoam, what do they pack it in?
    
  • Do vegetarians eat animal crackers?

1. Some you may have heard, but like I said on some I cheated and got from the web, but maybe you know some I don't, anyway I hope this was a fun post
   

10 things you probably never wanted to know

I am in a pickle. I have run out of ideas to blog on, Natasha hasn't one anything cute in simply days.

I have spent the last couple of days trying to build a website with zero knowledge, that has been a challenge. 

I had thought I would do something special on my 100 post, but that was 21 posts ago so I am going to do it on my 121 post. 

Lists always seem to be entertaining and it is also a god way to get to know someone. 

So I am going to do "100 things about me and my family you don't know and probably don't care about but tough I am going to tell you anyway." I am only going to do ten at a time, I got the ideal from a blogging friend, well I consider hr a blogging friend, she might just consider me a nonsense  It's Carey from Life in the Carpool Lane, I'm giving her a shout out, though she doesn't need it,  if you haven't ever visited her blog, you should. No one is sure where they are going over there but it is a fun road to travel.

Anyway I have stolen a bunch of her ideas, which just goes to show you can't trust anyone at all these days:

1. I am an English and History Teacher. Yep, that right. I have a BA in English and I taught for a bunch of years. I have always had issues with caps, and run on sentences. My students didn't because I'd slap them with a "C" in a minute. 

2: Although I primarily listen to Christian Comtempory music, I have been know to jump in and sneak a listen to Soul, and Rock. CCR and The Eagles being my faves. The Beatles Rock, and yes 

I'm afraid I have been caught listening to the old music of Michael Jackson,like Thriller. 
3: Tasha is half Puerto Rican, and we teach her Spanish so she can be bi lingual. Guess who speaks Spanish. Right, none of us. Eric does a little so it is a task. 

4. I like Nascar.

5. I LOVE Baseball

6. I am starting my own business in Affliate Marking and freelance writing. Hard Row.

7. I'm a redhead, not natural but redhead just the same.

8. My son was adopted when he was 6 weeks old.

9. My two girls were only 10 months apart, I wasn't supposed to be able to have kids!

10 Denise was born with the same heart defect Sharon was, only she survived while Sharon didn't. Gods Plan. 

Bonus: I hate having my picture taken! I don't even have wedding pics.

Enough Said

Thank You

1 brother in Vietnam January 15,1968 3:48 pm

i Cousin in Lebanon Oct 23, 1983 6:22 am

6 Friends in Iraqui Freedom

2 in Desert Storm

Enough Said.

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Three Little Girls

Childhood friends are pretty wonderful. I didn't have any, because I lived a pretty secluded life.

But my kids were lucky enough to have some great friends who have grown up to be wonderful adults. 

I twitter or FB some of these friends now and am really proud at how they have grown up. 

One of their friends, is on FB and is a late night friend for me, because she has a very active two year old she tells me about and I smile. 

I met Lori when she herself was two. Her brothers were climbing my cherry tree, I went over to speak to her mom because I had a two year old of my own sleeping in the bedroom that had a window next to the tree. 

It could have been ugly. It could have been nasty. But it was none of those things. Her mom was gracious, and horrified that the boys should disturb us that way. I felt so bad a few days later she was sitting in her front yard with Lori and I went over to apologize for snitching. And so began a 20 something friendship that went on over three states. 

We went through a lot, her mother always being the gracious one, me being a Christian who had to learn  to be gracious, why she put up with me I shall never know.

Our kids played together and Sharon and Lori became very best friends, for the most part. 

Lori was headstrong. But Sharon was head stronger. Lori was tough, but Sharon was tougher.

And Denise was peacemaker.We went to yardsales. We went shopping. We went to parks. Lori in her carseat, and Sharon and Denise in thier booster seats.  

Through it all they grew up more like sisters then friends. 

When they moved to Virginia, we all mourned, but two years later we followed and ended up right in the same town. 

Things changed When Sharon died, Lori remained in our lives and friends to the kids but things changed for all. 

The teen years hit, All the kids went through tough times some harder then others, but all came out on the other side stronger and the kind of kids you are proud of. 

Lori had the hardest time. I remember praying for her and her mom to survive the hard times. 

We drifted apart for a minute, but not far enough so we weren't in touch. We lived in a tiny town.

I remember a friend telling somethings and crying for both of them but unable to do anything but pray.

Teen years are hard for teens, anyway without extras getting involved. 

Two other friends of Denise's are on the board and friends of Eric's, we keep in touch, but the girls are special. 

It was a privilege to sit and watch their teen years. I was very involved in the the teen group at church and got to know them all . But mostly they were at our house a lot. 

Zandria's family would come over on Wednesday's and spend the afternoon, we alternated who cooked dinner. I stole a few of her mom's recipes, I don't know if any of mine were good enough to steal. :)

I prepare them to this very day.

Zandrias mom and i\I share a birthday, and her younger sister Angela and Sharon also shared a birthday. So we felt our families were irrevocably intertwined. and they were for years. 

Denise and Zandria remain close friends and I count this very versatile and energetic young lady in my group of friends as well. She is an anytime friend. And an amazing grownup, as she was a child.

Jeannie was special. As well. Being the oldest sister of a large family, she grew up with such special parents who knew what it was like to be in her place.  Jeannie learned her  wonderful self confidence and perserverence from her mom I am sure, her mom is a special lady and a strong Christian and apparently right on with the BB gun. 

When your kids friends are playing with your kids, you never think about what they will be when they grow up. All of these girls I felt were like my own children. I cried for them, kept them on my prayerlist for years and am so proud of what they have become and what they give tot he world. 

Children don't remain children, they grow up and become adults. 

Lori is my miracle child. She hs overcome the most and made me the proudest. 

She did it on her own and deserves to stand proud. Being headstrong is a good thing.

She had so many childhood friends die in their teen years, yet she went on. 

I think about what would have been different if Sharon had lived, then I realized that God had a plan for all the girls no matter what. He had His hand on them 

What a wonderful new generation He has raised.

Once upon a time..Wordless Thursday. almost..

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Natasha, who lived in a world totally her own called Natashaland. Because Natasha, like another baby I know  named Emma on another site, lives  life in her own way is not often fazed by stuff, like a charging billy goat at the petting zoo.

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Natasha and her mom, Natasha is 8 weeks old. They are at a place called Peaks of Otter in Virginia. Even at 8 weeks, Tasha didn't like staying home she wanted to be on the go.

Natasha  is three months old. And as you can see she is highly protesting being in her crib. She has life to attend to. 

                                                                   She liked to swim:

And she liked to sunbathe, so we knew she's love the beach

 she was always in style

But before we knew it she was back in the water again....

She is quite the young lady now, But still has a lot to d and cannot be bothered with slow grownups.

Thanks for sharing Natasha

s life with us today. And be sure to visit Natashland again soon.

Some days are just like that....A tribute to Judith Viorst and Alexander

One of the books I used to read to my kids all the time was Alexander and the horrible terrible, no good very bad day by Judith Viorst. We loved Alexander especially Denise. The reason? Alexander was a middle child  in constant tormented by his older and younger siblings.

I can recite it from memory: I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now ther  is  gum in my hair.....

I loved it because that house sounded like mine and I felt a little bit normal. 

I read it every time a child came home with his heart broken over having a bad day.

Judith Viorst was proflic writer and you knew she was writing about her boys. I had Alexander, Anthony and Nicholas at most stages of the early years. I could pull out a book on almost anything and read  about a smilar situation between her boys and my three.

Denise had a day where everything went wrong. 

 Denise left a pen in her new yellow shirt, I threw it in the washer thinking she had cleared her pockets, and well you know what happened.  Yep a pretty blue  circle on her yellow pocket of her good work shirt. 

She just kind of looked at me and dumped it in the garbage. OOPs. 

Someone tried to snatch her purse as she was crossing the street. She went to three car dealers none of whom wanted to play fair and because she was in a desperate situation, they took advantage.

She did finally get a car but she is thinking about taking it back.

other things in this 24 hour period:

She had two new people hired and only one showed up.

She had a cook call out.

She had to ask one of her cooks to bring her home because of her car, he charged her a hamburger.

She broke down twice in her old car.

There is a mysterious  squeaking in the engine of her new used car.

Being a manager at Denny's is not always fun.

Poor Denise. Poor Alexander,

I am ordering the book from Amazon, I guess we still need it.

Alexander says: This has been a terrible, horrible no good very bad day, I think I'll move to Australia.

and his mom says: Some days are just like that:even in  Australia,

And so they are Denise. 

Not Me Monday

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Once again it is Monday, the first day of the proverbial work week, and the day we all sit back and reflect on how silly we were last week. Hmm, Well me,personally.I am never silly or ever do  any incomprehensible things...but I will do my best to think of something....

I did not direct traffic at the busiest intersection in West Ashley, while Denise was broken down and trying to get the car started. Tasha was in the back seat, the car over heated and drivers do not pay attention. 

I did not open a bag of Sour Cream and Onion potatoes chips in Wal mart for Tasha to snack on while we were shopping. 

I did not break the seat off the commode while I was cleaning it this week. Don't ask how, I don't know how. All I know is I was on my knees and Tasha was sitting on the commode as I was scrubbing, singing the Barney song which is annoying enough then as I was scrubbing in the little area no human hand can get in anyway between the wall and the commode , suddenly Tasha and the seat were on the floor next to me. The top had come loose from the joints.

I did not get up at three in the morning having an ice cream attack and eat two bowls of ice cream. Cookies and cream. 

I did not become addicted to SIMS4 the computer game . I like to build the city and blow it up. I have always been destructive. 

I did not drop Denise's cell phone and break it into three different pieces. Luckily it went back together and she is none the wiser, one day Tasha will tell on me and I will be in BIG trouble.

Got to run, Have a great week!

PS. Tasha just told on me about the phone. I did not run in the bedroom and hide from her mother. 

Saturday troubles,,

It is Saturday in Charleston, and as usual the day is busy. Charlestons population does not sit still on weekends, there is always something to do in Charleston.

Denise and I went on our weekly trek to Walmart in our car that has a mind of its own. We were  merrily driving along, when Tasha piped up and said the cars not running. Denise and I laughed then a second later stopped as we coasted to the side of the of the road, looking at each other in credulously. How did she know that?

We sat there for about 5 minutes then the car happily started up again and we coasted into a parking space. 

After shopping, putting the groceries into the car we sat and prayed for a minute hoping very much the car would start, we went on our merry way again.

We have replaced the water pump, the regulator the thermostat, added oil additives, water additives and additives tot he additives and still the car over heats. 

We are looking for a new vehicle, but Deni is a server, they earn their living by their tips, sow we are waiting for her first manager pay check stub to appease the banks who are hard pressed to believe a server makes money. It makes me wonder what they tip. 

Most people in this time tip more then their 20 percent, knowing the what they tip is the servers primary source of income. 

So we are driving home, catching every light of course, something we never do and get to the busiest of intersections and the light is green, we are going to make it.....uh..no we are not

We find ourselves stalled out with every car in Charleston behind us.

oops

Denise being a mom is panicky, her only thought is a car barreling down on us and hitting Natasha happily sitting in her car seat. 

I am a little calmer, I know we only have to let the car sit for a minute so, I am busily directing traffic around us with my left hand and reassuring Denise with my right. 

The car did finally start after sitting through two lights and we moved on to home. 

Tuesday Denise should have a new car, and all should be well.

This has been a major stress point. We will be glad it is over for a minute. 

Tasha and the Plantation

We had out of state visitors, Tasha Grand ma and Grandpa from  Philly. They went to the Magnolia plantation a famous stopping place in Charleston, descendants of the slaves families still live on the plantation today, a lot of history is tied up on this plot of land, but as you will see Tasha only cared mostly about one area

The last time this set of Grandparents had seen Tasha she was three months old.

She has grown up quite a bit since then. :) and is just a teeny bit more active.

Not Me! Monday

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Happy Monday! I hope everyone had a wonderful Mothers Day!

I did not get up stand, applause and do a victory dance when I found out Victor and his sister won The Amazing Race. Denise Swank was good enough to tell me because my TV is still broken. Yea ippeeeeee Whoo Whoooo All right!

I did not clean my bathtub drain when it clogged up and found three different kinds of hair and hair color resulting in representation from everyone in my house hold. YUKKY

I did not use suave shampoo as bubble bath for Tasha when we didn't have any bubble bath.

I did not open new soap so Tasha nad I could trace the letters in the bar of soap.

I did not wash my red shirt with white clothes and turn everything pink.

I did not sit at the computer while Denise and Eric boiled live crabs and had them for lunch. I don't like crabs and the little things kept giving me the eye. I tried to appease them, but I honestly think they will be haunting me in my sleep.

I did not miss the edge of front porch trying to run and jump off and pretend I was in the Olympics. Luckily for me only Tasha was home,

I did not put a bag of can goods out by the mailbox, for the mail person in the hot sun, giving poor people food poisoning as my daughter pointed out to me.

I did not throw out a half of a loaf of bread, and some hamburger bun because I was not paying attention to what I was doing. Again Denise (my Denise) brought it to my attention.

I did not watch Adam 12 on Hulu this week. No I didn't because it is a 60's TV show and that dates me.

I did not color my hair and get the wrong color and miss the gray

I think this is enough embarrassment. this has been a very I did not week....

I did not get a new computer and I am going right now to pick it up.

See you next week...

Today's Guest Blogger: Natasha Marie Diaz

Bil keane of Family circus comic strip sometimes has his older son Billy write his comic strip on Fathers day and other special days so I thought if He could so could I. So Today Tasha is writing my blog for me. 
Tasha is very computer literate for a three year old. Those of you who follow me on Face book, have seen her postings. What you don't know is, she actually gets on the computer finds the right link and goes to Face book to post (Her Blog) as she calls it. 

I am amazed she can find it,  but she does, alway

s.

Children Amaze us, and since she wants so badly to write a blog, today she gets her chance, so Tasha is my guest Blogger.

po.,on nm,l';j' ;bholvglbkiv bkfkbihfghiiifgkbfkhkkhjghjghjjfbgfgjjgjgjbnnjfjgjjjhjgihgkgjgikiv

OK I don't know what it says, but it probably says, My Nanny is the best nanny in the whole world.

I asked Tasha to read me what she wrote and she said she just wrote my name, but I am sure she meant the other. :)

Happy Mothers Day, all  and may it be a very blessed day.

Waking up - Random Friday

Yesterday, Thursday I was awaken by the piter patter of little footsteps running down the hall, I turned over faced the wall and hoped they would continue, but they didn't. They, as usual made  sharp left and dashed into my room at top speed, upon entering made a beeline for my bed and I found myself being summarily attacked by a three yard old and her sippy cup. 

My mornings often start this way, but sometimes they start with a call from the other room, wanting me to get up and come climb into bed with her.

Either way, I lose. Or do I? 

Somehow, I think,  should I go back to an old fashioned cell phone waking me up it would be quite dull. 

Life is made up of a series of events that make our days, weeks, years, what they are. 

I am thinking of the changes in my life by the early morning ritual of waking up.

Years ago,I was awaken by two girls giggling in their room, and a young man who got them up and helped them make their own breakfast. I could hear them fussing, and Sharon's every day no every hour plaintive voice, "Eric, No" for whatever reason. It started at breakfast and went on all day. Eric, no don't touch this, Don't look at me, leave that alone, Mom Eric is bugging me. 

Sibling rivalry? In my house it was Eric and Sharon rivalry.

Years after that, they got up made breakfast and didn't need me at all. Got their school books stat at the dining room table waiting for me to start school. 

Still for a minute heard the Eric, Nos until during this period they were silenced forever.

Then I turned around, and I was alone. They were in colleges or their own apartments,

and I found myself in a 2500 5 bedroom house alone. 

So, the alarm clock tried to wake me, but mostly I awaken myself. Breakfast was yogurt if anything, then off to work I went. Fed my Golden retriever "Beau"  This is my independent period. 

A few years after  the house was too big I found myself in a townhouse, and with a cellphone. 

The shrill of the cell phone was different from the alarm clock, I still beat it with my inner clock. 

My daughter lived up the rode with her new husband, my ex lived across the street and my son was in Charleston with the person who was to become his wife in a few years. Another era begins. 

The cell phone remains the means of waking up until two years ago and I moved to Florida,

Then a 18 month old had to check on me each morning to make sure I was still there.  Most morning I was up before she was, and went to work, but the mornings I was there she knew and had to make sure I was awake. 

so now, the 18 month old is three and still makes sure she is the one to wake Nanny up. 

We have a deal, her and I, she can't get up until the sun is up. Thats a hard deal to keep, she has so much life in her. 

But I am awaken by the sound of children or child again. 

It would seem I have gone in a circle, here I am once again with a child being the focus of the house. There are not three but most days, their might a well be she has the energy of all three of my kids who were mellow. 

The cycle of our lives are steady, and I think the world goes in the same cycle. Denise and I were shopping at the good will today and I pulled out a skirt I would swear, (except I don't) was the same skirt I brought back in 1989, same color, same style. I know I have heard before the clothes they wore in the 20's was the same clothes they wore in the 60's. So maybe the cycle does continue. 

Hope not though, that skirt was ugly in 1989 and it was still  ugly in 2009. Some parts of the cycle can't change. 

But some can', because children will always be here and the joy of waking up to a child excitement at facing another day is priceless. What is mundane to us, is still fresh and exciting to us and that is what makes the cycle worth it. 

So no I don't lose, the cycle just becomes richer as I wake up in the morning to the sound of new life, time enough for my cell phone to wake me up again. 

Can Squirrels dance?.

Natasha loves squirrels, she chases and talks to them through the window, and  while sitting on the steps outside.  

Three year old are so inquisitive. Tasha isn't any different.  She has questions about everything. 

The following conversation took place this morning:

"Nanny! There are squirrels on the stairs!" trying to open the door (thankfully its still locked)

"What are you trying to do,?" asks Nanny a little distracted trying to unstop the sink.

"Let them in so I can play with them,"

Nanny is no longer distracted.

"Squirrels like outside, honey. You can watch them from the door."

"But I want them to come in and play with me,"

We really need to get her a pet. 

"Squirrels like outside, Tasha. He would be very scared in here."

Of course by now the topic of this conversation has flown the coop or er the stairs.so the conversation is now irrelevant but as in the makeup of all three year old it continues. 

"I would have made him feel safe, Nanny. He would have been happy in here."

And so, I continue and explain why squirrels and squirrels families prefer out side to inside.

I think she understands. But maybe not all, she has what I call her thoughtful Tasha look, it means she listened, it also means she will be back. 

I wonder if the little squirrel went home and asked his mother if he could play with the little girl?

"She could play in the  tree mom, I won't let her fall."

Kids are the same everywhere, are they the same in the animal kingdom to? 

It is funny the questions kids ask, things I never in the world would have thought of. It would be natural as anything for Tasha to want to play with the squirrel, she has no sense of danger, rabies, being bitten or anything we adults have learned to be wary of. 

It is sad that they have to learn that the world is not safe. I don't remember, growing up in California , ever being scared. But that was years ago. It was safe to play in my front yard and not worry about someone stealing me. It was safe for my grandmother to let me walk home and stay until she got off work. It was safe for me to walk everywhere and and talk to friends and strangers alike. I just never thought of it, nor did any of the grownups around me.

Of course we are talking about Palo Alto, California. Home of Stanford , Hewlett Packard and  the start of silicone Valley. Everyone I knew worked for either the university, HP/ IBM or the hospital (Stanford Medical Center) It indeed was a different world. 

 I hate it that kids can't be that free any more. 

Tasha did come back, after listening to Barney and dancing around the living room she asked me, 

"Nanny, can squirels dance? Do they watch Barney and tiny TV's?

Something to ponder. how do we know they don't? :)

Not Me! Monday

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Stellen is back home and safe so I am going to start back doing Not Me Mondays. We prayed hard for Stellen and we are very happy the Lord kept him and his mother safe. She also made tons of friends on this trip. The entire town of Boston, I understand.
It is nice to know we live in such a wonderful country....so that being said on to...
Not me Monday...What a week:

I did not jump on the couch and sing I'll always love you and pretend to be Taylor Dane. I really didn't and it was fun.

I did not go to Burlington Coat factory buy $185.00 worht of new clothes and forget to get shoes???!!!!!!! to match

I did not go out into the back yard and blow bubbles at the squirrels. With Tasha,

I did not kill all of Tashas plants by forgetting to bring them in out of one of Charleton's Monsoon's. They fought the good fight, but they died.

I did not wake Denise up at 6:30 this morning because I wanted somone to talk to. Really. I didn't, it was worth it.


I did not spend 30 minutes with Tasha singing This little light of mine and Zaccheus and other such notable songs at the top of our lungs in her bedroom before putting her to bed.

I did not tell Tasha the wolf was the hero in the three little pigs.

I did not start selling AVON. Want my website?

I did not feel silly all week. I just acted it.

back to Normal, ahhhh

you can find other Not me posts at Mckmama 

We are glad she is back. 

Tag you're it...

It is late Friday night, but by the time you read this it will be Saturday morning. We have spent most of the day looking for a car and that process is totally tiring. Buying a house must be easier. 

I am stealing  an idea from a friend ,blogger Carey at Life in the Carpool lane  Carey did  a blog called Tag you're it  I have to cheat a little,  even though she admonished us not to: you are supposed to take a picture of yourself but my daughter broke the camera yesterday when she was touring a plantation. No, really she did.  So I am going to add the  picture later, honestly. 

And I know you who know me and know I haven't taken a picture voluntarily since birth are shaking their heads, but I am really going to buy a new camera after the car and do it I just hope I don't get censored because the pic is missing. I might have to hide out.  

The second thing I am doing is having my first  giveaway. 

I just started selling AVON, yet again and I am going to make up three baskets to give away of samples and full sized products. I have  not yet quite decided the rules,  but that will be coming in the following weeks. And if you think this is just to get followers you are wrong. It is to get readers and customers, so there.

 The third thing is I will be with moving or just redecorating my blog. I am talking to a couple of good blog designers who think Word press might be a better venue, I don't know I hate to move. It's like leaving Charleston, you know? 

So I have a few things happening in the upcoming weeks. 

The only thing I have noticed about life is it never stays the same as much as you would like it to.

Just when you think it is figured out, it changes. So Tag I'm It!

Here are the rules:

• Take a picture of yourself right now
• No primping or preening, just snap the picture
• Load the picture on to your blog
• Tag some people to play
• NO CHEATING!
• And don't think I got away with anything because I expect Carey to give me a very stern scolding. 

8 things I am looking forward to:

• 1. I have to agree with Carey on this one: Tasha being Potty trained before marriage.
  
• 2. Going to the Blog-Her Conference in July.
  
• 3. Finally getting that new car
  
• 4. Going to Martha's Vineyard
  
• 5. Being able to plant flowers in the back yard
  
• 6. Getting this business off the ground so I don't have to work,
  
• 7. Buying a new camera, and new computer
  
• 8  Going shopping for a new wardrobe since I lost so much weight. It would be nice to have my jeans stay up. 
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•  8 Things I did yesterday:
  
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• 1. Cleaned the house totally even the walls 
  
• 2. waxed the wood floors
  
• 3. pretended to be a rock singer while cleaning the kitchen
  
• 4. pretended to play the drums with David Meese (I was home alone had no sense)
  
• 5. Did Salsa Dancing.
  
• 6  Watched The Bucket List 
  
•  7. ate leftover cookie dough from Easter cookies in the freezer.
  
• 8. watched the car overheat yet again. 
  

1. 8 things I wish I could do.
   

• 1. Dance Dance Dance
  
• 2. Sing sing sing
  
• 3. Play tennis like I used to.
  
• 4. Talk to my Sharon.
  
• 5. Talk to my mom and Grandma  (both have passed on)
  
• 6.  Learn to Fly (an airplane)
• 7. Change a lot of things in my life :)
• 8. Make Stromboli like Giada on Everyday Italian actually cook anything like Giada.
  

 8 Shows I watch

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• 1. Amazing Race! Love it!
  
• 2. Barney, 
  
• 3, Barney,
  
• 4, Barney  (Seriously) Tasha loves it. 
  
• 5. CSI Miami
  
• 6. Max and Ruby
  
• 7. Dora
  
• 8 and of course Diego. 
  
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I find if you have kids the TV is usually ruled by the younger set. Some days I really hope Diego doesn't rescue the animal and Baby Jaguar turns to Diegio and says lets take a break and go skiing, baby lion can fend for himself,  you know just for fun. I'm kidding don't call Noggin on me....

Okay so as Carey said, if you want an easy post this is it...I am tagging three people but everyone else feel free to steal from me, after  all I stole it  from Carey. Which just goes to show, you can't trust anyone these days. 

Tagged:

Barb: Nice shoes and other observations

Denise on Theres always room for one more

Zan: Keep up with me

Off to buy the camera. Really.