Photo Phun Phriday - Fun Is Looking Back Sometimes

Playing with Carrie at Candid Carries

With the apple basket turnover at my home, I have been taking my time going through everything that was removed from the room so Ocho could move back in. I found these two pictures and they are phun! At least too me.

A time of innocence and happiness that can do no less than bring a smile to my face . . .

Wordless Wednesday - Sunset

Demolition D has joined his school's golf team. As I went out to pick him up, the sunset was breathtaking. So glad I had a camera with me.

Enjoy!!

My World This Tuesday

A glimpse into the world around me . . .

Signs of spring are starting to emerge. Even though it seems too early, the calendar is making its way to the end of February, March is next week! Even if I am not out enough to see it, my nose and inner ears are starting to itch, that and the calendar means, around here, that colors are about to burst forth and spring will have been released!

Our yard is full of pine trees and azaleas and red tips - all of which keep green on them all year. The dogwoods are still stripped bare.

but there are some changes starting . . .

The first azaleas are starting to bloom!

And some miniature daffodils . . .

Even blooming rosemary . . .

And soon I will be able to show the show the azaleas and dogwoods put on!

I am playing along with That's My World Tuesday's. Check the sites from around the world!

Memories

Rhonda triggered a memory.
Her post of the letter from her mother made me feel so good. It was the little things that reminded me of my own childhood memories and fun. The memory of playing with paperdolls that had escaped to the deep recesses of memory arose with the excitement of cutting those paper outfits out to go on the flat doll.

The pancakes in her mom's letter triggered the memory of the fun of making mudpies in a frisbee. Sometimes those mudpies were laced with mashed plums set out to harden. I remember once even ruining a blouse with the so imagined delicious dish. This memory also brought back several memories that involved something very important: the playhouse.

My cousin had outgrown the cute little house and it was passed on to us. Us being me and my brother - he did not play house, but it did hold tricycles and such. It was also our lunch spot everyday one summer. My mom would bring our lunch to us, usually a sandwich, and a can of nectarine juice. I hate that drink to this day! The playhouse was white with blue trim. It had an eave that cut down across the front and a double door. We would close the bottom and open the top and pretend we had a restaurant and everyone wanted our pies!

My mom kept a few kids at home rather than working outside the home. Sometimes the backyard was so full of kids close to our ages, nothing but fun was to be had. I remember a kid my age named Greg. We were probably all of 7 at the time. We were "playing" like we were husband and wife, we both worked and took our tricycles home (down the long side walk in the back yard) to the play house. He did not arrive though, he took a turn around the playhouse straight to the swingset behind the playhouse. I waited on the front, finally he came around from the back, and I stood, placed my hands on my hips and said "Where the H*&L(my first cuss word) have you been?" I was just playing, but somehow my mom did not find that very funny at all! Needless to say, that ended my playing that afternoon.

That wasn't the best of my days but I can't help but to crack up at how growny I remember thinking I was!

One more playhouse memory though. As this weekend has been chilly with the remnants of winter, but bright with the promise of spring there is the memory of the annual escape to the playhouse my brother and I would make. We would bundle up near the end of winter, usually with snow still on the ground, and would quietly open the door of the playhouse, and ever so softly step in. Once both of us were in and ready we would SLAM the door as hard as we could. From the sides of the wall studs and ceiling hundreds and hundreds of moths, startled awake, would fly frantically all about us. Some might find that creepy, but to us they were just plain butterflies, and to be in the middle of all those fluttering wings was the best thing in the world as a kid.

What warm thoughts do you have as the weekend comes to a close?

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie . . .

. . . I being that dog.

One week ago today, Ocho made a decision. The decision to move back here, back to a house full of people. His room was cleaned out of what had made its way in there. By Monday evening most of his belongings were in the room. The rest has trickled in throughout the week.

It has been great in the sense that Ocho is much happier than when he left a year and a half ago. It has been fun having him around and chatting. The Man and Demolition D are excited to have him back.

We knew there would eventually need to be a family meeting to get everyone on the same page, but we did not want to overwhelm him with having just moved back and have such big changes in such a short time. We also thought it would be good to wait some so we knew what we did need to go over or work together on.

Well, that time is getting closer . . . fast.

While we set our goal as making the transition easier for Ocho, we did not take into consideration our adjustment, our transition. Or maybe it is just mine. Instead of just having one more person in the house, it turns out there are two. I did not take into consideration what Ocho having a girlfriend meant. It means she has been here quite a bit. Friday night came and girlfriend's father was taking her brothers on a camping trip. We do not know the story with her mom, but she apparently is no longer around, so girlfriend needed someone to stay with. That would be us. So arrangements were made for Ocho to sleep downstairs and girlfriend upstairs.

I had gone to bed before they returned home. Around 11:30 or so, she started coughing, that woke me up. This went on for over and hour. Two coughs every 20-30 seconds. Yes, I counted, kind of like counting sheep! Will got back up and gave her some cough drops, hoping that would help. Then there were more noises. They had put in a movie, which meant the surround sound came on. So about the time I would settle back down, there would be a change in the movie, and poof back awake. So sleep was limited that night.

I got up the next morning, went to work, knowing how well I would sleep last night.

Well, as you guessed this sleeping dog did not lie the night through. Girlfriend did not come back last night, but Ocho stayed up when he did get home. Around 3 a.m. he starts the cough. The family room is outside our bedroom door. He is a few feet from our door, playing X-box, so no muffled coughs, hands were occupied with the controller for the game. Around 3:45 I got up and came out, grabbed a couple cough drops, handed them to him and said "thank you." He headed upstairs in the next 5-10 minutes.

Now the other thing about both these nights was the light/lights/tv. Turns out Ocho is not that keen on turning off electronics. Friday night the TV and kitchen light were left on. Last night a bathroom light. I had forgotten how much that bugs me. I have this thing about turning off lights in rooms you are not in and not leaving things running all night. A light left on all night rings "chachiiinnnnng" in my ears. But we have gotten up and turned off lights and kept up with.

So, as this sleep interupted wet blanket started this day, a realization was made - this is like having a newborn in the house again. A little more cleaning up. Learning new ways. Figuring out schedules, and maybe helping someone get there nights and days straight AND the family meeting will need to happen soon.

Otherwise all is well. We are happy to have him here and thankful that we get some time with him that is in a better time of his life. We hope the days stay nice and we know as the dust settles we will all settle in to this knew rhythm.

We will shout for joy when you are victorious

Psalm 20:5

Happy Engineers Week!!

...My Husband is an Engineer

As his wife, I apparently should have know this week was Engineer's week.

I did not. I might have been busy with other items on my plate this week, but I don’t think that gave me a reprieve from not knowing that this is

National Engineer's Week!!

The error of my ways was discovered yesterday when hubby mentioned having a cookout at work Friday. I asked what the occasion was . . . .

National Engineer's Week!!


Eeeegads! I did not know. And you should have seen the look of shock!

So, today, still being a part of

National Engineer's Week

….as it is, DH sends me an email.

The subject line reads:

“Obama knows, do you?”

In it a link, this link http://www.eweek.org/NewsStory.aspx?ContentID=167
A link to a letter from the White House signed by President Obama, warmly greeting Engineers for.

Engineer's Week.

I guess I dropped the ball, or gear, or something on this one, but, the week is not over. The day is not over. So to make up for this oversight (not that moving the contents out of room and down the stairs makes up for that – LOL {yes, he occasionally reads this blog!}) I would like to share:

I love my engineer!! I am impressed at the way he can do any kind of math, including fractions, without hyperventilating. I love the way he is my repairman at the house and at the shop and can wash dishes too! I love the way he can cook dinner and how he has to know the exact time the noodles started boiling or the bread baking (while I am always guessing)! There is much more, but the day is not long enough (that is why there is a week). :)

Happy Engineers Week !

So everyone, hug your Engineer and wish them a happy week! Don't have an engineer? Hug your computer, or microwave or your car, because without Engineers, we would not have them!

And, in honor of the week:

• Normal people ... believe that if it ain't broke, don't fix it.Engineers believe that if it ain't broke, it doesn't have enough features yet.

• An engineer was crossing a road one day when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess."He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket.The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one week." The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket.The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want." Again the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket.Finally, the frog asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, that I'll stay with you for a week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?" The engineer said, "Look I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's cool."

And . . .

Why Engineers Don't Write Recipe Books

Chocolate Chip Cookies:

Ingredients:

1. 1. 532.35 cm3 Gluten
2. 4.9 cm3 HaGCO3
3. 4/9 cm3 refined halite
4. 236.6 cm3 partially hydrogenated tallow triglyceride
5. 177.45 cm3 crystalline C12H22011
6. 177.45 cm3 unrefined C12H22011
7. 4.9 cm3 methyl ether or protocatechuic aldehyde
8. Two calcium carbonate-encapsulated avian albumen-coated protein
9. 473.2 cm3 theobroma cacao
10. 236.6 cm3 de-encapsulated legume meats (sieve size #10)

To a 2-L jacketed round reactor vessel (reactor #1) with an overall heat transfer coefficient of about 100 Btu/F-ft2-hr, add ingredients one, two and three with constant agitation. In a second 2-L reactor vessel with a radial flow impeller operating at 100 rpm, add ingredients four, five, six, and seven until the mixture is homogenous. To reactor #2, add ingredient eight, followed by three equal volumes of the homogenous mixture in reactor #1. Additionally, add ingredient nine and ten slowly, with constant agitation. Care must be taken at this point in the reaction to control any temperature rise that may be the result of an exothermic reaction. Using a screw extrude attached to a #4 nodulizer, place the mixture piece-meal on a 316SS sheet (300 x 600 mm). Heat in a 460K oven for a period of time that is in agreement with Frank & Johnston's first order rate expression (see JACOS, 21, 55), or until golden brown. Once the reaction is complete, place the sheet on a 25C heat-transfer table, allowing the product to come to equilibrium.

The Bloomin Award ~ And A Confession

About a week ago I was awarded an award: The Bog In Bloom Award

Muse Swings issued forth this award to a dozen blogs, and I, surprisingly, was among them.

Muse Swings designed the award and says,

"The Bog in Bloom Award, which I present from time to time goes to writers who have created a place that is blooming with the beauty of their spirit, personality and words and who encourage others to do the same."

Such kind words! I am honored - Thank you Muse Swings!

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Confession

So, you know the story of the Prodigal Son? How a party was thrown upon his return? Well as you know, we have return here, and happy we are! And I have worked my tush off undoing all the spring cleaning and creating of a craft room so there is a personal place for Ocho to return too. All is well and positive . . .

But I, errrr, wellllll . . . .

I had forgotten that he had parked kinda behind me and to the side. And habits being what they are and one habit usually being no one parked behind me when I am leaving. I kinda sorta backed into him. His bumber has a similar dent as my spot on the van. Luckily, he was understanding and not bothered by it at all. I was, and am still, embarrassed. I had to laugh and tell Demolition D that I guess this boiled down to a "do as I say, not as I do." We have talked about being careful in your own driveway as he is learning to drive.

Hey mom - what was that?

The Switchback

In the five years Will and I have been married, our marriage has been wonderful, and parenting and life has been nothing short of ever changing scenery. We have been in the deep valleys. We have had mountain top views and thrills. We have been through the timber tops where it was rocky and barren and the air thin.

Where are we lately? I think we have been traveling along through the plains. There have been a few pot holes and few signs in languages we did not at first understand. Teenage communication at times is like that ya know. There has been much needed refreshing breezes.

About two weeks ago we saw smoke on the horizon though. We did not have much information, just a smoke signal. In the back of our minds though, we began thinking a little about what we might happen upon around that next bend in the road.

Well the bend is a little of a switchback. It is a whew of a turn with a chuckle and no road map for this new area.

Will it remain the plains? Will flowers and crops bloom? Or Will we enter a valley?

The smoke signals had been a conversation between Will and the ex wife in law. She has been in an interesting patch of life for awhile. I will give just a few facts – and only the facts. She remarried two and half years ago. The proposal from dude consisted of ” …get married. .. If I can’t make it with you, I guess I couldn’t make it with anyone.” There was a couple week break up soon after. There was a quick reconciliation followed by an elopement five days later. The next two years have been filled with mistrust, unknowns for her and several separations and filings for divorce. His home is 45 miles away. She moved there once on the spur of the moment. She moved back to her home a few months later. They had reconciled again but neither moved. She worked some nights and spent some time at her husbands home and he some time here. Four years ago we all entered a stormy time with Ocho. Not just questionable decisions were being made often, but bad ones. Outside influences had such an effect on his personality. So much that led to heartbreak, frustration, questions, doubts, fears and a lot of praying. It seemed he was getting “caught” quit often while living with us and that led to him deciding to stay with his mom full time. So a year and a half ago, he moved to his mom’s full time. Between the his mom’s work schedule and the trips, Ocho had the best of both worlds – living at home, but on his own in many ways.

So the smoke was, as of two weeks ago, she said she was “alone” and there was a contract on her house, she was not sure where she was going to live. We were not sure if Ocho was aware of this.

Saturday, the phone rings, it is Traveler saying she was in town helping her mom pack. Letting her dad know she was in town and trying to fit a visit in. DH asked where they were moving. The mom was moving to the husbands house (huh?) and Ocho was not sure yet, they had looked at an apartment, but did not know. They have to be out by this Thursday.

So Hubby calls Ocho. Yes they looked at an apartment last week, but he was not real sure. He had just found out 10 days earlier that he had to find somewhere to live. I think that is a pretty big aha moment any time in life, and especially at 18. Hubby offered for him to move back in, with the understanding that the same rules applied as before.

We took him to lunch yesterday and chatted a little about the situation. You know, it can be difficult being there for your kids and balancing the questions so you are not appearing nosy, or pushy or intrusive, but guiding and offering support and help. The frustration Ocho was feeling for the sudden change was quite apparent. We again offered him a place to stay. A chance to save up and have a nest egg. A chance to decide for himself where he might wish to rent.

I will be honest, I did not think he would take us up on the offer. There was such a struggle before when he lived here. He has matured so much over the last few months, that I thought it could work, but still, having been somewhat on his own, we all know how it is hard to go back to living at home after having your own schedule and so much personal space. I thought that would be a deterrent.

He left saying he would consider it. Within an hour he was back and said he decided to come back. He and his dad discussed some of the rules – I don’t like that word, it sounds to staunch, how about some of the boundaries and some of the things that need to be done for respect of all in the house, on our part too.

We are excited to have him back. When we have seen him and had him over in the past several months, it has been the real Ocho. The great smile is back and the pleasant person that we remembered before the visit to the timber tops.
So today begins a switch, I will clean out the closet and we will make room for the furnishings he is bringing. A new land we are entering with no road map to follow, just my word for this year . . . discernment

A.A.A.D.D.

Do you ever receive an email that makes you really chuckle, and then maybe shake your head because the story sooooo mirrors your own life?

Well I did this week, and as sad as it is, I truly have similar days - not all the time, but at times.

Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. -Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

This is how it manifests:
I decide to water my garden.
As I turn on the hose in the driveway,I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.
As I start toward the garage,I notice mail on the porch table thatI brought up from the mail box earlier.
I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.
I lay my car keys on the table,put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table,and notice that the can is full.
So, I decide to put the bills backon the table and take out the garbage first.
But then I think,since I'm going to be near the mailboxwhen I take out the garbage anyway,I may as well pay the bills first.
I take my check book off the table,and see that there is only one check left.
My extra checks are in my desk in the study,so I go inside the house to my desk whereI find the can of Pepsi I'd been drinking.
I'm going to look for my checks,but first I need to push the Pepsi aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.
The Pepsi is getting warm,and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.
As I head toward the kitchen with the Pepsi,a vase of flowers on the countercatches my eye-- they need water.
I put the Pepsi on the counter anddiscover my reading glasses thatI've been searching for all morning.
I decide I better put them back on my desk,but first I'm going to water the flowers.
I set the glasses back down on the counter,fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote.Someone left it on the kitchen table.
I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV,I'll be looking for the remote,but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table,so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs,but first I'll water the flowers.
I pour some water in the flowers,but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.
So, I set the remote back on the table,get some towels and wipe up the spill.
Then, I head down the hall trying toremember what I was plannning to do.
At the end of the day:the hose has been running since noon, the car isn't washed,the bills aren't paid,there is a warm can of Pepsi sitting on the counter,the flowers don't have enough water,there is still only 1 check in my check book,I can't find the remote,I can't find my glasses,and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.
Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today,I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all damn day,and I'm really tired.I realize this is a serious problem,and I'll try to get some help for it,but first I'll check my e-mail.... or blog!

Photo Phun Phriday - When the moon hits your eye

I just could not not add another valentine theme post - it is Phriday Photo Phun . . .

A couple years after being married, Will and I were going to have a Valentines evening alone. But as was our luck during that time, the alone part changed a few days before the 14th. First, Ocho's mom called and said she needed him to stay with us that night. That is fine. So my wheels start turning and my mind shaking out new plans. Then the boy's dad calls, he is not going to get them after all. Again, that is fine. Shift gears, rethink.

By golly george, I got it.

These boys need to be treated to a fun dinner, well, a date kind of dinner. We need to go ahead and expose them to the romantic side of life.

I asked off a little early from work and set off to create a "romantic" evening.

I told the boys they had to dress for dinner. You would have thought I said they had to dance or that I was going to pull all their teeth. Ocho and The Man quickly gave up their stance against the dressing up and joined in the fun. Demolition D went along, but not without the resentment under the surface.

I did compromise. I told them they did not have to wear shoes! They proceded to get dressed. I had the table set and the candles lit. And dinner cooking (steak and shrimp and chocolate mousse in daquiri glasses - I know what guys like!)


The boys came down dressed and ready. I had to crack up though. Remember the no shoes bait? It worked! Annnnnd . . . . I even laughed at . . . .

...the mis-matched socks. It was great!

The Man tried to be serious for this picture, because as you see, his brother was still trying to be against the tie - at least for the picture. The other pics are blurry, but there was a lot of laughter, a lot of phun. And the boys had there first "romantic" dinner.

Carrie is the lovely host of Friday Foto Finish Fiesta. Go by and say hello and check out the list of those having fun on this friday.

Hmmm, Blueberry!

To pick up where I left off yesterday,

I married an Engineer.

My husband was quick to tell me early in our dating that he was never romantic enough. He had said that even though he had gone through counseling (to save his marriage which, as you correctly guessed, did not work), he still had not mastered the art of romance.

Five months of dating and Valentine’s Day came around. My expectations were not set too high, but I was curious to see how the day would end. To see what the inevitable card would say. There was anticipation, but it was controlled.

The day dawned and I was busy getting the boys ready for school and myself ready for work. The door bell rang. 6:45 in the morning? Hmmm

I headed to the door and there stood Will, proud as a peacock with a big Valentine’s balloon, card and something in tinfoil. Then the scent hits me. The smell of blueberry muffins. This supposed non-romantic had gotten up early and cooked blueberry muffins for his kids and for us for Valentine’s day. It was great! I still get a big grin thinking of that first Valentine’s day with this wonderful fella.

The following year he again showed up early in the morning with another batch of muffins, different flavor, two roses a card. I enjoyed the way he included the kids and made it a point to have something for his own every year.

As you already know, I did marry Will, and every year there is something thoughtful different that is shared on this very commercial day. It is not really necessary, because he is so good at showing love so often during the year. But in the spirit of the day we choose to have fun with it.

I can honestly say I do not despise Valentine’s Day anymore and guess maybe thorns do not just lead to roses but a blueberry or two too!

Ouch! Thorns . . . .

Hallmark time . . . .

Elementary school and valentines go hand in hand. I remember the excitement of picking out just the right set of themed valentine cards. The planning of who would get which message on the pretty much same cards in the cardboard box. Arriving at school and the surge of excitement from everyone to get to the dropping of Valentines in the bags that lined the chalkboard rail. Of course then there was the fun to see what cards you got, but more imporantly, the heart shaped candies that you knew would be in the bag. How many were actually glued to a card???

Ahhh, what a great time! I loved Valentines Day.

Fast forward to High School. Valentines Day? Well, we did not exchange valentines as before, unless you happened to have a boyfriend/girlfriend. If I happened to be dating someone, I was curious as to what might be shared. But who am I kidding, I only happened to have a "boyfriend" once on Valentines day in High School. He sent a single red rose and I smiled all day long. Not because he was the catch and I was in love (not really at all). It was the ROSE! And it was mine!!! As for the other Valentines through out high school, it was a day. It was fun to see who did receive a gift, who was an object of someone's affection. It was not viewed with anticipation or disappointment. Just a day.

Fast forward again . . .
1988. I am dating someone. Valentine's Day fell on a Saturday. I was getting ready to go to work when around 8:30 - 9:00, there is a knock at the door and then there is a dozen roses. Now, I am stepping out a little here, posting this picture and all, but I am going to do it. Remember, I was GETTING ready for work. The hair was not tamed yet . . . and it was the 80's . . .and for some reason I thought I needed a perm. ugh

A dozen roses. I worked at the same place as the fella. I was flattered. I was teased at work. Innuendos of what is expected as the recipient of a dozen roses was crude.
But I recieved a dozen roses!! Valentines day is not so bad afterall.
The end of that year I married the sender of the roses.

And thus ended my short enjoyment of the Hallmark promoted holiday.

It is funny how we deal with disappointments or social pressures. Every year Valentines is pushed and encouraged and, well, is just everywhere! I grew to be very disappointed in the celebration. I chose cynicism to combat it. You know, it is the most commercialized holiday (errrr, except Christmas now), who needs a card company to tell us to show love (well, he actually did, but they were unsuccessfull). I did what I could to psych myself into not having expectations or being disappointed. I guess I should add here, roses were not necessary, just something sweet, simple, would have been cherished.

Fast forward again. A year after a final Valentines Day being married, and recieving some kind of flower and being told, as they were being handed to me," so and so said I better get you something for Valentines, here you go," I am single and dating someone. There is some anticipation. Short lived. I did recieve a gift. A coffee mug with carnations and a florist card with nothing but a huge D on the card. D for his first name. It was strange. It seemed awkward . A good gut warning . . .

One day, after ending that relationship, I was chatting with someone and she brought this fella's name up. She did not know we had dated. Laughing, she proceded with her story how every year on Valentine's Day, this socio path headed to the florist, across the street from the hospital (where we worked) and would order dozens of mugged flowers and sign enough cards and have them sent all over the hospital to women he was trying to entice. So glad that I escaped.

So Valentine's Day had become nothing more than an eye rolling occasion for me. More time has gone by and more changes in my life's journey. I was blessed with meeting Will, but Valentine's Day? Well let me tell you this . . .tomorrow

. . .18 degrees

I am sitting here checking email, getting ready for a new work day . . . and pooof!

I am hit with a blast of cold air!

No door has been opened, it is the blasted heat pump coming on! It will eventually make the rest of the room warm, but the little cover over the vent that directs the air - has to go! Heat pump blow cold air!

I bet they don't have these things in Wisconsin?!?

So as in many things, even uncomfortable moments, fun memories can resurface. I have to smile as I remember being little, living in Denver and cold mornings.

I can remember waking during the night and knowing by the glow of the light on the window shade snow had started falling. I don't know what it was, I am sure it was the reflection of street lights on the white stuff, but it was exciting to know, when the sun rose there would be snow covering the ground.

I remember the fun of jumping up, warm in a flannel nightgown heading straight for the heater vent in the floor. I would stand over it with my gown billowing out and the warmth of the heat covering me. It was silly and the fun of being a kid . . . but I kinda wish this morning my heater blew actual hot air!!

Mornings like this also bring to mind various "cold" sayings . . .

Cold as a frosted frog.

Cold as an ex-wife's heart.

Cold as a cast iron commode.

Cold as a banker's heart.

It's so cold, the snowman came in to warm up

Cold as a witches . . . .

So what about you? Does the cold just make you cold or bring back a memory and smile?
What cold weather expressions do you use or have heard?

Open Letters: 1st - Al Gore; 2nd - Bloggyland

Open letter to Al Gore:

Dear Mr. Gore,

I live in Wimpy South Georgia (of the good ol’ USA).

I would like to notify you that your worldwide efforts to promote the use of squiggly bulbs and reusable bags worked!

As of today, at noon – yes 12:00, midday, my little Georgia town had hit 32 degrees! Now that might seem better than those poor folks further North that did not make it to positive numbers today, BUT 32!!! At noon! In South Georgia! Come on…..

Sir, that is not normal, nor is it a sign of global warning.

No my dear fiend friend, that might just be a sign of an impending mini-ice age!!

Sincerely,

The Green Grass

Quick, EVERYONE!! Ditch the reusable bags!!! But don’t throw away the squiggly light bulbs, Mercury IS a problem.

(where are my Cuddle Duds!)

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Dear Bloggyland,

I would like to take this opportunity to formally resign from my efforts to pray for snow, wish for snow, hope for snow. I think Hell may be freezing over, but no snow with it.

I apologize to all my friends in colder regions, who, every single time I hope for, pray for, wish for, snow . . . you get ice instead.

Shivering Sincerely,

The Green Grass

Tag Time

I have been tagged! Twice!

Finding Pam tagged me to come clean on my addictions.

So five addictions huh?

1. Blogging. Love the community, love the comments

2. Facebook. Why oh why did I go there! But it has been fun! Like a class reunion without the

face to face or awkwardness!

3. Chocolate. I love dark chocolate! Not because it is the in thing, but I REALLY do like it

4. Recipes. I love food, not just because one cannot live without it! I like trying new dishes all

the time.

5. Ummmmm, air? I guess that is not what you want. Hmmm. I know – BATHS. There is

nothing better than a really hot bath . . . with soft soap . . .and loafa spongy thing.

Ok there are five and now I am suppose to choose five . . .
Let’s see, whose addictions would we like to hear . . .

Rhonda . .. Because I Said So

Linda . . .2 Cups of Coffee

Ballerina Girl…roller coaster

Jules…jules stones

Jan…crazy lady on road 80



And now for Tag Number 2 which is a 6th of the 6th meme . . . This one is from Muse Swings . . .

I was to go to my 6th picture folder and choose the 6th picture in the folder, post it and tell the story of the picture. This kinda scares me . . .what if it is some strange picture that makes no sense at all and has no story. But, what picture doesn’t have some sort of story???
So, the 6th of the 6th is:

The Man’s 11th Birthday

(Demolition D enjoying being responsible for the fire duty, oh I mean candle duty)

Most birthdays are celebrated with just family. We have quite a large group to gather just with that crew. The house is always noisy and crowded and fun.

One of the most exciting gifts of the day? A skate board, and thus was born the pictures for the Airborne Wordless Wednesday picture the other week.
So now I get to name more bloggyworld buddies

Gayle…planet m files

Sandi …holding patterns

Aleta…fleur di lis

Angie…sandals and daisies

Sandy ... shell in your pocket

Belle…life of a southern belle

You are each tagged to

1) go to your photo folders,

2) post the 6th picture in the folder,

3) tell the story about the picture and then

4) tag 6 bloggers to do the same.

Cheers!