Thursday, July 31, 2008
Early to me means getting up there in the afternoon where we have time to sit around and chill out, all the while watching the losers who arrive close to time. Early to me means arriving at least 3 hours before concert time of 7:30.
My husband tells me the other day that he thinks we should leave around 3:00. Okay, lets do some math. The concert is 2 hours away. If we choose to stop and eat or do whatever, we will be cutting into my ideal tailgating time. I suggested two o'clock and told him why. He called me yesterday to tell me that he arranged with Jason (one of the guys going) that we are meeting them one exit away at 4:00. Um, what? Did you say 4:00? So, as loudly as I possibly can, I yell "NO!" into the phone.
K: What? Why?
Me: Well, because we are going to get stuck in traffic and that is not going to give us enough time to tailgate before the concert.
K: We're not going to get stuck in traffic 1 1/2 hours before the concert.
Me: Yes, we are. Trust me on this. We may not, but what if we do?????? Then you will have bought beer for nothing, because you can't take it in there with us. And that isn't even going to give me time to pee before the show starts.
K: Well, I guess you should have called Jason and made plans then, right?
Me: Apparently. But I shouldn't have to. I told my husband the plan last night.
K and Me: (Silence.)
I called my SIL who is going with Hubby's twin brother. She says early to her means 2:00. I told her Hubby wants to leave at 4:00, and she agrees that is assinine. I inform Hubby when he gets home, and believe it or not--he called him and changed the time. I was absolutely floored. I guess I made sense after all. Either that or he got tired of hearing me express my thoughts and feelings. It doesn't matter the reason. I.Like.Getting.My.Way.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
I have been praying for months now for a teaching opportunity if it is the right time and the right job. This has been placed in God's hands. While I have been disappointed that I have not heard anything from any of the local elementary, or any elementary school in general, I just have not worried about it. I know that when the time is right according to God's plan, the job will present itself and I will just recognize God's hand in it.
Today at lunch, I received a phone call from the local high school. They are looking for a history teacher and it seems for the second year in a row, they think I am qualified. I told the secretary that I had changed my major to elementary education. (I have a BS in Social Science and pursuing a Master's in education.) I never did interview last year, because I did not want to teach history. However, when I voiced that to my husband, he said, "Well, I don't want to work at the phone company." He told me that I was holding out for a fantasy--the fantasy of a perfect job at a perfect schoool. And it made sense. Is there such a thing as the perfect job? Probably not. I probably have the perfect job and don't recognize it. So I called her back and she was totally excited that I am going to interview.
The job is probably not going to pan out. The reason is that there is only 1 1/2 weeks before school starts. I would still have to interview (exactly 1 week before school starts), be reviewed for approval by the board of education, and the state board of education issue a temporary teaching certificate.
My reason for not wanting to share this news is because I don't want to have to go through telling you all that I did not get the position. If I do get the position, I am not stuck with it forever. I would love the opportunity to teach Sociology. Or English. I am passionate about those two things. I did love history as a high schooler. I only have to keep the position long enough to get my official certification, then I can either go to elementary, counseling, or administration.
Thanks for listening to me run on and on about this. I'll let you know how it goes.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Please let me know if you are interested in any of these because we do special orders on just about everything we make.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Bro Man had an episode Thursday at the doctor. We went to get his jaw checked out. He has been having some jaw pain and woke up Thursday morning with a swollen face. The doctor examined him and Bro Man chatted away. After the examination Bro Man laid his head on my shoulder and promptly passed out. This is the second time in the past six months that he has fainted, but this time it was in front of the doctor. Last time they tried to pass it off as if he passed out because we were pulling his tooth. But this time, he saw how quickly it happened and without warning. So the pediatrician is being a little more considerate about it. But the news with him is that his jaw is feeling better and he has not had anymore dizziness or problems with passing out. He was so mad at me because I would not let him go swimming Thursday afternoon. I tried to explain that I could not chance that he would pass out in the swimming pool in someone else's care. Of course, he did not understand.
Now, on to some advice. SS promotion takes place at church next Sunday. Emmy is supposed to be moving up. Her new teacher is a severely physically deformed lady. She is sweet as she can be, but Em is terrified of her. She has informed me that she will not be going to that class. I have tried everything under the sun to explain that she is nice and sweet and just looks different, but Em is truly terrified. How do I handle this? Do I go to class with her for several weeks until she gets a bit more comfortable? Do I just let her go to class with me? She can't go with me for the next two years until she gets out of that class? She can't continue with the 2's and 3's because she is 4. I just don't know what to do. Do I alternate weeks of her going with me and me going with her? Or do I just leave her home with Mr. Wonderful and the two of them come to worship service. She won't have a problem being out of the nursery since she will get to go with Bro Man to children's church.
I love the way that these pictures turned out. While it is hard to make out that they are hawks, the blackness against the sky just looks cool.
It is amazing that we live in the city and have wildlife in our backyard. Then this morning when I took the dog out, I was amazed to find that they were still there. And then I saw why.
Run for your life bunny!! We actually enjoyed watching the chase one day, but only because the bunny got away. Nature is amazing!!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
And being the considerate person that I am, I remembered to put sunblock on my children. But not myself. So after 3 hours in the pool, my shoulders resemble something in the crustacean family. I don't do burned well. The girls still got a little pink even with the sunblock. They were only in the sun 1 hour, so I am glad they didn't stay out any longer. Instead, they helped uncle shell peas, and they loved it. Baby K was begging for more. Nobody had a nap and there was no early bed time last night. Thank goodness they are sleeping in. Sweet Emmy woke up around 7:00 and went back to sleep on the couch. I'm loving this.
Okay, I'm off to fold clothes. Have a blessed summer day!
Monday, July 21, 2008
P.S. I waited to post this until I heard from the vet. It was determined that the tumor was subcutaneous lymphoma, but we are awaiting a final word from the pathologist. While any kind of cancer is serious, he is showing no symptoms of the lymphoma in his lymph nodes or his organs. His shoulder was a very rare place for them to find this kind of cancer. So I will continue to hold out hope that the non-pathologist vet is wrong. But Jack does have to his benefit that he is young and in very good health otherwise. He seems to be mad at me at times, but I think he is just still recovering from surgery and being in pain. He was also neutered while he was asleep today, so that might be what he is mad about.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Here it is, the glorious beauty that it is:
There are some rules that go along with this:
1. Put the logo on your blog.
2. Add a link to the person who awarded you.
3. Nominate at least seven other blogs.
4. Add links to those blogs on your blog.
5. Leave a message for your nominee on their blog.
Ok, now for the people I nominate in no particular order:
1. Graham Shenanigans: Leigh is my homey. Okay, really she is my sister. But she has trippin' stories about teenagers and pre-teens, as well as provoking the creativity out of me. She is a budding seamstress and has started making her own patterns.
2. The Andrews Crew: Rita is an inspirational mother of six including twin teenagers and four wonderful, beautiful adopted girls.
3. Lulaville: This girl is a riot and my red and black blood sister.
4. Staci's Heart: She has pulled me in and wrapped me around her little finger with this story she is telling. And she is trying her hardest to help me learn to forgive.
5. Stretch Marks: Melissa is a hoot. You probably all already read this hilarious blog, but if not totally check it out. She has a lot of things "cooking" right now.
6. Grace Violet: OMG--I wanna be her. She is so stinkin' creative and inspirational. And I want her husband to build me a wall organizer like hers. I swear I attempt everything she posts about. And she knows how to use some Heather Bailey scrapbook paper. I'm just sayin'.
7. Nesting Place: What can I say about the Nester? She has all of our decorating backs. She knows what to do and she does it.
Congrats ladies! Thanks for keeping my blog alive and keeping me sane with yours.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
This is one of my favorite pics from my only trip to California. Mr. Wonderful had a
week-long work trip and his work paid for me to go to. It was such an awesome trip!
This one is just to serve as a reminder that the countdown has begun to college football opening day! Go Dawgs! This is a picture of one of Matt Stafford's first throws. I'll give someone a high five and a hug if you can find the football somewhere between Stafford and the intended receiver. You'll get a nice pat on the back if you can pick my husband and son out of the stands on the opposite side of the field. Oh yeah! GO DAWGS!!
To be nice and to make things all fair and everything, I am supposed to direct you over there for you to enter. But just keep in mind--I've got one eye on that quilt and the other on you.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
1. Curtain fabric will be purchased of the print in the original DR post. (15 yds x 9.00=$135)
2. Cornices and trim will remain white.
3. Walls will remain red.
4. Everything else is subject to change.
Most everyone said they needed more pics so I took some from each doorway. Here they are:
This is the view looking through the DR into LR. Please forgive the ironing board.
This is view from kitchen towards far end of the dining room.
This is the chandelier that I am not sure if I love or not. But hubby does.
This is the view from LR french doors looking through to the kitchen.
From LR to far end of DR.
From double window looking the length of DR.
From hallway looking length of DR.
One thing I have noticed from these pictures is that we are furniture heavy on the smaller end of the DR and empty on the big end. I'm going to try moving the white server to the other empty wall on the other side of the table.
For the first time, I am taking a list of things with me that I need to look for and accomplish today. Who is this list-maker that has taken over my life? Hopefully, it will make my morning more efficient. I am even taking my camera with me to document anything nice that I think I can duplicate for less.
I still need comments and suggestions on the dining room (see last post). I'll try to get full room pictures posted this evening when I return from my version of the Calgon commercial. Hobby Lobby, take me away.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
It is a very large dining room. It is so large that we have a table, five chairs, a buffet, a couch (yes, a couch), two small tables, and it still looks empty. Get my drift? Big. There is only one decorative display in there, and even that I am not thrilled with. I need artwork, decoration, window mistreatments (HELP NESTER!!!) or new curtains. Here are my thoughts. I would love the furniture to be black. This would mean that the table and chairs, buffet, dresser that will be repurposed as a second server/buffet would all have to be painted. Keep in mind, I am really good at starting projects without finishing them. Here are some pics. Let me know what you think and any suggestions you may have. Also, another thing I need assistance with is how to paint the hardware on the pieces of furniture that would be painted black.
This is the drapery fabric I am considering.
This painting towards the top is similar to one I want to do for the room.
This is the current window mal-treatment. This is worse than just mistreatment. The wood cornices were already in place.
This is the one place that actually has some decorative pieces, but I am still not crazy about this. I am totally open to changes.
This is the wall that holds the repurposed dresser (makeover to come). Notice the lack of artwork above. I am really thinking shelves holding decorative plates, whitewear,etc. However, I am not sure whether to do that if I paint the furniture black.
Please help me with this room!! It is basically a blank canvas, well, a red canvas. I can always post more pics if necessary because there are glass french doors, the double window with the couch in front, an entry way to the kitchen, an entryway to the hallway......
Monday, July 14, 2008
Bro Man was two when Mr. Wonderful and I started dating. I remember the first time that Paw met Bro Man. He asked what his name was and Bro Man's response was "Pete." I don't know where that came from, but until the day he lost coherence, he called Bro Man that. July 4th of last year was when Wils became sick. He was admitted to the hospital in the early morning hours that night. The doctors determined that he had kidney stones. On the following Friday, they did surgery to insert stints. Only they discovered cancer instead. He had lung cancer again and I don't remember what other kind of cancer. He had abnormal heart monitoring. After this surgery, Wilson never regained his mental capacities. We saw glimpses of the old Wilson for a few brief seconds. On three occassions, we were called to the hospital because he was not expected to make it through the night. We decided to take the kids to see him, even though we knew they would not understand. I talked to him and he really did not act as if he understood. We brought the girls to the edge of the bed and sat down with him. He said, "Hey babies" and touched their heads. They said they loved him and moved on. Bro Man was being very standoff-ish because he is very emotional like his mama. Wilson laid there for a few more minutes then sat up and said, "Where's Pete?" One day Bro Man will understand the impact of those words. He will understand the importance of Paw not asking for one of his blood grandchildren, not even once, but asking for him.
A very important event happened during this time. Mr. Wonderful had to stay with his father one night. Not knowing whether or not he was saved, my amazing husband did the hardest thing he could have done, and he took that night alone with his dad to witness to him. Every time Wilson was awake, Mr. Wonderful witnessed to him. He came home the next morning crying like a baby. Then he called his mother and witnessed to her. And then cried some more. Cried in a way that I have never seen another man do. It was because of this night that Mr. Wonderful made peace with his father dying.
The third time we were called to the hospital, it was during the night. We had to enter through the emergency room and no idea how to get to ICU. We found Wilson lying in a hallway on a bed waiting for x-rays. Now remember, the only things he had said in twelve days was "Hey babies" to the girls and "Where's Pete?". We approached him laying there and he looked at us and smiled. He told the nurse, "This is my son." It was one of those rare, beautiful moments. Even in his near death state, the pride he had in Mr. Wonderful was so evident.
So on this day, we celebrate his life, the love he had and shared with his family, and the beautiful moments that transpired in his last few days alive. We love you, Paw.
Last night I found Emily sitting in my sewing room. I don't know how long she had been there. She was just sitting on a three drawer organizer looking out the window. I walked over to her and she reached for me. I knew that something was wrong. When I asked, she said she was thinking about the people that we love who died. I don't know if just subconsciously she knew today was the anniversary or if she was just missing Paw, but when I asked her specifically who, she told me "Paw." Such a pure, golden heart. So full of love. So beautiful.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Instructions: grab your iPod, set it to shuffle and answer each question with the next song on the play list. No cheating allowed.
1. What would describe your personality? The Chill of an Early Fall-George Strait
2. What do you like in a guy/girl? Sudden Stop-Mark Wills
3. How do you feel, today? Rhythm of the Road-George Strait
4. What’s your life’s purpose? She Don't Know She's Beautiful-Sammy Kershaw
5. What is your motto? Rumor Has It-Clay Walker
6. What do your friends think of you? Never Saw a Miracle-Curtis Stigers
7. What do you think of your parents? Should've Been a Cowboy-Toby Keith
8. What do you think about very often? Heaven is Missing an Angel-George Strait
9. What do you think of your best friend? I Wonder Do You Think of Me-Keith Whitley
10. What do you think of the person you like? The Church of Cumberland Road-Shenandoah
11. What is your life story? I Thought it Was You-Lonestar
12. What do you want to be when you grow up? You'll Always be My Baby-Sara Evans
13. What do you think when you see the person you like? I Try-Tim McGraw
14. What do your parents think of you? Two Sparrows in a Hurricane-Tanya Tucker
15. What will be played at your funeral? Long Trip Alone-Dierks Bentley
16.What is your hobby/interest? Addicted to Love-Robert Palmer
17. What is your biggest secret? Blue Suede Shoes-Elvis Presley
18. What do you think of your friends? All My Friends Say-Luke Bryan
I swear that I don't only have country in my ipod. That is just what came up. I especially liked the answers to 1,6,9,15,16,17. Ahh...good times. Good times.
Now I can work on getting that blog list reassembled and my buttons back. I'm on the road to feeling happy again. I had a minor meltdown this morning because of lack of appreciation in this house. I left for an hour this morning and road around listening to another church's sermon--but it was just for me. As it always is. God was reminding me that I did not come to salvation without Jesus and I can't do life by myself either. And when we try...we make a mess of things. I came home to a very loving, understanding husband (even though he was not when I left). He told me that I should not think that I am unappreciated because our family could not operate with me and he most certainly could not. Go ahead...we'll do it together: AWWWWWWW! Pretty sweet, huh?
I swear I was ready to run away. For good. I really could never leave my children or my husband for good, but I need some time to myself. He took all three kids to visit his mom this afternoon for the bi-weekly visit. Maybe it will be a long visit.
Just wanted to let everyone know that things with Margo have been much better. We are planning to spend the day together Wednesday and just catch up. I really have missed her. Thanks for all of the encouraging words.
Well, enough rambling today. Talk to you all again soon.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Here's what you need to do to enter:
1. Go to the website, and you need to do this every day anyway. Leave them a comment on the contest post. If you have something about clicking links, then click the button on the left side of the page.
2. Blog about the contest.
3. Refer other people to SITS so you can earn extra entries.
4. Cross your fingers that I will win. Yes, me. Not you. Me.
5. Sit back and admire your work.
Friday, July 11, 2008
I advised my niece when we got home that she should never have any children. Why? Because the pain from seeing one of your children in pain is unbearable. The tears I cried today because I could not stop her pain, because she blamed me for her pain because I was the one holding her down. Moms are supposed to be a comfort to their children, and here K was thinking that her Mama was doing this to her. Oh, the way she screamed!! And there was nothing I could do but hug her and tell her that I love her, not very convincing that everything was going to be okay with tears streaming down my face. On the other hand, I should tell her to have a child (one day--like 15 years from now) so that she can experience this deep of a love. Sometimes I forget to enjoy my children and sometimes I feel burdened by their constant need. But it is days like today that makes me remember how much I do love my children and why I miss them when they are not with me.
Thanks for your prayers. She is not quite out of the woods. There is still a chance of further infection and complications. Please just pray that we can get those antibiotics in her instead of sitting on the counter (she won't take them) and that God's healing powers will work on this baby who has already suffered through so much pain.
Now, head on over to Candid Carrie and check out some more fabulous fotos. You can click the button on the left side of my blog. This happens every Friday so make it a point of going every week to see some interesting fotos. On Fridays.
I am going to cut back on my computer time, trying to narrow it down to early mornings when I am the only one awake, nap times, and after bedtime for the kids. They need more of their mother than I have been willing to give lately. I have been really stressed out and have turned to the internet or shopping to try to give me peace. There is only one thing that will give me peace--Our Lord. I have to learn that the only person I can turn to that can truly offer me the things that I need or want is God.
I have got to be a little more accepting of others, to quit being so negative and critical of others. I have got to learn to forgive and forget. I have to learn to let my children be children and enjoy it. This time will not be here forever. I have to learn to be more accepting of my husband's enjoyment of music and its mastery. I have to be a better steward of time and money. I have to learn to be better at a relationship with my Father. I have to be a better wife and mother, housekeeper. I have to think of my body as a temple of God and take better care of it. I have to exercise a little will power and perseverance.
I can do all of these things in Christ who strengthens me. I will need divine help and blessing to change. But most of all, I have to accept God's love and blessings as just that. I have to realize that life is not about making myself happy, but about the happiness of others as well. And I need to realize that I will never truly be happy without that steadfast relationship with God that I so long to have.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Yesterday, I decided to call her. I felt the need to identify myself on the message, it had been that long. The last time I talked to her was about two months ago for about 5 seconds, long enough to hear that she and her boyfriend had broken up. She was supposed to call me back, but she did not. I was very sad because I miss her incredibly. I need that good kind of insanity that she brings to me. The kind where I feel the freedom to act silly and let loose. She totally brings out a different side of me.
Back to calling her, she called me back last night. She was very apologetic about not being around. She has been going down a road that I have already been down with Baby Daddy. It absolutely breaks my heart for her because I know the strength she must muster to walk away, and the pain and heartbreak that walking away will cause. I remember that pain so clearly. I remember praying for God to harden my heart so it wouldn't hurt so badly. And he did. I also know that August 25, 2001 was the turning point in my life. Not only did I leave that day, I also met Mr. Wonderful that day ( a post for another time).
But what I am here to say, Margo, is that I forgive you. I love you so very much and only want you to be spared that pain. Hearing last night what you are going through made me remember a time when I was closed off and withdrawn from everyone because things were so bad at home. I remember how bad you hated Baby Daddy for causing me that pain, how you plotted and schemed to help me realize that there was someone else out there that was interested in me, even with a child. You are so right...our friendship is worth keeping. I promise to do a better job of being there for you. You are the person that got me through that disastrous time in my life, and I need to be there for you. I hope that you stay strong and realize that as you said last night, I will never waiver. I will never leave. I will be here when you need me. No matter how frequently or how seldom, I'm here.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
He and Mr. Wonderful went to Wally World together the other night. They had each gotten them a lava lamp at Target when we went while visiting my sister on Saturday. Bro Man's lava lamp was broken and he just wasn't having the pink one. So Mr. Wonderful took the pink one to the music studio and took Bro Man to go get a new one. Bro Man told me this story yesterday. Bro Man asks why they are buying something and Mr. Wonderful says "I don't know. Why are we buying this?" Bro Man: Touche.
Touche? An 8 year old. And he used in correctly. And he knows what it means. Mr. Wonderful said during the story, "Yeah. Whatever that means." I asked Bro Man what it means and he says "You've got a point." I'm impressed.
Baby K is so used to "rockin' out" to music that she now finds things to rock out to. In fact, on more than one occasion she has used my Diet Coke bottle as a guitar all the while doing her best 2 yo impression of guitar sounds. And she says, "Look, Mama. I'm rockin' the bottle." Told ya my children had music in their blood.
I've got a few little projects that I am working on. I am so loving the big fat white birds that I am seeing decorating people's home on their blogs. I read today where I could find one of those birds for $1 plus the cost of spray paint. So for $2.12 I gots me a biiiird. I am so excited. I have a few furniture pieces that I need to paint and a bed frame and headboard/footboard that I need out of my dining room.
So my super cool rockin' sister Leigh has me a big ol' desk for my sewing room. I want to repurpose it as a cutting table. I have no where but my dining room table to cut fabric and it bugs me to have to leave my huge sewing room just to cut fabric. I also want to use it as a crafting space, so again I don't have to use the dining room.
Bro Man left yesterday going to Baby Daddy's house for the week. His half brother and sister are here from Arizona, so he has gone to spend time with them. And I heard through the grapevine yesterday that Baby Daddy and Barbie got engaged on their cruise this past week. Well, good for them.
Okay, so I am through gossiping now. And my man is on the TV. The top one in the yummy pics from the other day. I'm off to drool....toodles!
Monday, July 7, 2008
Now, on with Part II. Last year there was a stalker guy in Wal-World. Every time I went in there, this creepy man was there and he would always find me. He would follow me through the store. This is what he did: He would walk up behind you and stand about two inches behind you. When you realize he is there and nicely offer to move out of his way, he pretends he is looking at what you are. But he never picks anything up. Then he follows you through the store, continuously pulling this stalking act. I used to tell my husband about it and he would pretend that he paid the guy to do it to keep me out of Wal-Hell. (Well, in truth in worked b/c I stayed out alot more.) I never saw this guy anywhere else, until the Shell station. He worked there and I didn't know. I never would have stopped there had I known. I was getting a drink out of the cooler. When I pulled the drink out, there he was staring me down from behind the cooler. I quickly turned to go to the register and out he comes, just staring. Well, the epitome of his creepiness occurred when my husband went with me but we were in seperate departments. I went to get diapers and heard some shoes flopping behind me. I looked over my shoulder only to find him approaching. I very quickly left the baby section. I was at one end of the aisles and he was at the others. He was running to try to keep me in sight. Boy, was it relief when I finally found Mr. Wonderful and Bro Man. I was absolutely terrified. He was getting bolder.
I told one of my sister's about it and she told the story at work. It turns out that two of the women there had the same thing happen to them. One of them decided to call a police officer friend. He talked to the guy and I have not seen him since. Until.....
I went yesterday. He walked past the aisle I was on and chills went all over my body. My heart was pounding. He did not turn towards me. But then I saw it....he was doing it to someone else. And let me tell you...I got fired up! I whipped my buggy (we're in the South..they are buggies.) on the aisle they were on and just watched him. And I let him know I was watching. The sad part is he continued to do it knowing I was watching him. She moved out of his way. He moved in closer. She went around him and left the aisle. He left the aisle. Only this time I left the aisle too. She had stopped to look at movies near the registers and I took the opportunity to tell her what was going on. She said she had noticed "being in his way" several times, but did not realize he was following her. She was totally creeped out and left immediately.
But this is why I hate that store: I stopped and talked to one of the asst mgrs and the security mgr on my way out. The security guy was young and wrote down most of what I said. The asst mgr (one of the ones involved in the Part I) rolled his eyes and acted as if he really didn't care. I was a bother to him. I even told them that I know that he checks out (when he even bothers to buy anything) and puts it in his car and then comes back in. I informed them that he was probably in there at the time, even though I had seen him check out. My BIL who works there stopped by yesterday afternoon and informed me that he had seen him in there about 30 minutes after I left. He and another worker observed him stalking another woman. But do you think management did anything about it?? No. I know that the man has not violated anything yet other than personal space, but he is being so blatant with it when he used to be sneaky. Oh, he will rue the day that he decides to do it to me again!!!! I will sooooo turn be-yotch on him and alert everyone around me by raising my voice really loud. The police officer who talked to him said he thought that confronting him would stop him, but it will probably only stop him from stalking the ones who do confront him. But it does make me scared to go to my car. Because I know he is out there. And what if he gets pissed off and aggressive?
Sunday, July 6, 2008
With that being said, we had such a wonderful 4th. We went to Aunt & Uncle's house and had a get together with family that we haven't seen much of the last 6 years or so. We cooked out, let the kids swim, fished, rode four wheelers, fireworks, and just caught up with each other. Here are some pics from the big day.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Isn't it gorgeous? Wouldn't you love for me to have it? Aww...you are so sweet! Now go enter.
1: school clothes for Bro Man
2: clothes for me
3: shoes for me
4: clothes for the girls
5: shoes for the girls
6: nothing for the husband
7: organizational items
8: bedding for girls' room
9: a gazillion other things
Go check out this awesome giveaway and let 'em know ugagirl sent you.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Picture it: Greenville, 2005. I, one week after giving birth to my third child and having a tubal ligation, was hosting Thanksgiving at my house. I had run out of flour for the pies I was baking and decided to run myself to get some more. I slipped on a shirt that I bought the night before , grabbed my overcoat, my keys, and ran out the door.
I entered the doors and went to get flour. I looked at the Christmas decorations (because a girl can never have too many) and then went to get in line. There was only one person in line in front of me, and an assistant manager at the end of the register. She kept looking at me. I thought it was because she noticed that I had the baby. (Yes, they see my that frequently.) A man got in line behind me just as the line next to us became empty. I mentioned to him that the next register had no one if he wanted to go over there. Because he was behind me, I couldn't have moved. He said he would just stay in line where he was. He didn't mind waiting. Who doesn't mind waiting.
I am looking around waiting on the person with three thousand dollars worth of groceries in front of me to pay. A uniformed police officer walks up and starts talking to the man in line behind me. The assistant manager leaves her post at my register and takes the police officer into the clothes section.
I paid for my stuff and stopped to fill my icee cup on the way out. A little girl walks up to me and tells me I have a sticker on my shirt. I look down to see a size sticker on the shirt. I simply just pulled the sticker off and threw it into the trash. As I turned to walk away, I hear "Ma'am, I need you to come with me." I threw a glimpse over my shoulder and see the police officer standing there looking at me. "Me?" "Yes. You." I walk over to him and he says, "We are conducting a survey to see how your shopping experience went today." This is how the conversation goes.
Me: Are you kidding me? Is this because I had a size sticker on my shirt?
Him: You had a size sticker on your shirt?
Me: Yes. And you know that I did because you are having this conversation with me right now.
Him (to asst mgr): Is this the one?
Me: I bought this shirt last night at Store #2. I just threw it on real quickly to come get some flour. I have the receipt at home if you want my husband to bring it. Besides, you don't even sell this brand of clothes.
Asst. Mgr (looking at tag inside of shirt): Yes, we do.
Me: Of course you do.
So they drag me into the security room. Well not really drag b/c I reluctantly followed them. But unfortunately for me, all of the managers on duty at the time didn't know how to operate the security cameras. So I have to sit there and wait for them to call in a manager that can operate them. They repeatedly deny my request to have my husband bring the receipt. So for 20 minutes the police officer and I sit in the room by ourselves.
Him: I don't think you stole the shirt. You didn't look like you had done anything wrong.
Me: That's because I didn't.
Him: Well, they tracked me down. I was in the store shopping and they flagged me down and said they had a shoplifter.
Me: Well, they were wrong.
20 minutes later:
A third assistant manager arrives to get the security camera that focuses on the dressing room, because apparently they think this is the only place in the store that someone can change into a shirt they want to steal. After another ten minutes of watching the dressing room footage, I VERY POLITELY (ha!) request that they look at the front door footage and see what I was wearing when I came in. By the time they pinpoint my entrance, a full hour has passed and I am a crying, emotional wreck. Four people from my church entered the doors as I was being escorted into the security room.
Him:(After viewing the video footage of me wearing my purple sweater when I entered the doors) You are free to go.
Me: Well, it is about time.
Him: Do you want me to walk you out?
Me: Well Wal-Mart probably does because they don't want some crazed shoplifter on the loose in their store. Besides, you probably need to make sure that I don't pick something up on my way out.
Well, Joe Officer begged me all the way to my car not to be mad at him. He was just doing his job and he knew from the beginning that I did nothing wrong. Besides the asst mgr couldn't even find a sweater similar to it in their store. That's because it didn't come from there.
Skip forward a few days to a meeting with the store manager. He was aware of the situation as told by guilty assistant manager.
Me: I have one question. Do you carry X brand of clothing?
Mgr: No. We never have.
Me: Then your asst mgr lied to cover her ass. She knew she was going to look stupid in front of the police officer, so she blatantly lied.
Mgr: She didn't tell me that she looked at the tag in your clothes.
Me: That's because she didn't want to feel stupid. I just wonder how many other times this has happened in your store.
Mgr: None to my knowledge.
Me: Then why did not one of the four asst mgrs involved feel the need to apologize for wrongly accusing me of shoplifting?
Mgr: I really am sorry that this happened.
Me: Well, I will no longer be shopping here. I will drive 1 hr to shop at another store.
Well, I didn't shop at another store. I decided I wasn't going to let Dumb and Dumbers run me out of this store. So I continued to shop there while they continued to follow me through the store for about a year. Guess what? They never caught me shoplifting--BECAUSE I DON'T!!!! Ask my husband about how much money Wal-Mart gets from us. Maybe I should start shoplifting. And that stupid asst mgr still won't look me in the eye, three years later.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
"Wow. If you could take her and mix her with the woman obsessed with house cleaning, you would have the perfect woman."
Now, while I know that he was joking, the overly sensitive side of me automatically thinks "I'm too fat (which I already knew) and I am a lousy housekeeper (which I already knew)."
So, to Keith, I forgive you for being insensitive in your jokes. Now I have to work on forgiving myself for letting myself and my house go. Maybe then I can work on making those things better.
1. Celebrity Family Feud--I am loving the remakes of classic games shows that has been airing. Oh Duane Lee, how I love thee. Did Dog Chapman really say that Leland was the hot one in the family??? Come on. Did you see the brother he was standing beside? DL kicks his boo-tay!
2. The Secret Life of an American Teenager: While the concept of teenage sex is never overdone, the portrayal of the Christians as some sort of freaks for not having sex before marriage was horrible. The acting was horrible. I am glad that someone was at least willing to put the Christian viewpoint in there (for once) but the way it was portrayed was somewhat odd. While I wish there were more teenagers spreading their Christianity and morals with others, the character came across as pushy. The acting in the show is horrible. Horrible, I say!! One more time--the acting was horrible! It was nearly as bad as Facing The Giants (which was a great movie despite the lack of acting).
Well those are the only two things from last night that I watched. Now I am off to be a kool-aid fairy for my niece and nephew and then to baseball camp.
*** I have had several people tell me that they have not seen Facing The Giants. Despite the horrible lack of acting ability, the movie and its message are unbelievable. You absolutely must watch it!!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
I want to come up with something cool to do. Like Tuesday Taboo. I loooooovvvveeee Taboo. So I am going to give three clues about a word--that are not Taboo--and the first person to guess them is the winner. And while I don't have a prize to award yet, you get the honor of winning the first Tuesday Taboo on Crazy and Happy.
Word 1 clues:
Word 2 clues:
Word 3 clues:
I'll be back
Word 4 clues:
over the ______
pedal to the metal
Word 5 clues: