Friday, March 31, 2006

Friday Caption Contest

So that's why you use a half-cup of laundry detergent instead of the entire box ...
By Batpug

I want a Porsche-sicle!
By Aunt Josefina

Hmmm...Triple A or Super Man...who do you call when a mammoth spider has deemed your garage web worthy?
By Girl

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Mom things

March or April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month and though I've been dreading it, I had to have a mom talk today with Peanut. She's to the age where I'm not with her all the time. She goes to friends' houses and sometimes spends the night. She needed to know a few things. So, this morning on our way to school I turned down the radio and we talked about what kind of touches are good touches, like hugs and kisses on the forehead from family members. But then we had to talk about what kind of touches were bad. Oh, I've dreaded this talk because I just didn't know what to say. I don't remember getting this talk from my mom, I got THE talk but not this talk. We didn't go into great detail today but I think Peanut understood what I was saying to her.

After the scary talk we play our math game and that was fun. I just learned last week that they are just now starting to do basic math in her class, like 2 + 3. Peanut and I have been playing math for about a year now. We don't do it everyday nor do we do it every week, just whenever we think of it. I give her simple equasion like 3 +5 and 8-2 and then she tells me the answers. I've taught her to count her fingers but she's getting to where she doesn't always need them. We don't go over 10 (not enough fingers) but she has fun all the same. It gets her little mind going before she gets to school and maybe that will help her learn learn learn.

For those of you with kids what games do you play in the car? What games did you play growing up?

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

It's Wednesday

Today, according to the calendar sitting on my desk, it is Wednesday. Not very exciting.

Yesterday I had lunch with a couple of my friends from church. We had a wonderful visit. We talked about kids, husbands, and life in general. Then one friend asked, 'is this how you expected your life to turn out'. What a question. Ever since I've been chasing rabbits in my own mind.

Is this how you expected your life to turn out?

My answer was simply, no. No, it is not. I dreamed of bigger and better things.

I never imagined living in Enid aka the edge of Nowhere, USA. Oh, don't get me wrong. There's nothing wrong with Enid. From what I've seen it has a decent school system. There some crime, but where is there not? Enid is perfectly fine for raising children. It's just not where I expected to raise children.

Speaking of children, I never expected to have only one, I always thought I'd have two at least and maybe three. But one is what I've got. That's it. That's all. The end. At least according to my husband and I'm too old fashioned to go against what he wants.

Speaking of husbands, I love mine very dearly and wouldn't trade him for the whole world. At least on most days. But still, I expected more... I don't know what word or group of words I'm looking for... just something... more.

How many times have I heard, "You create your own destiny." I really wish we were given a crystal ball at graduation instead of a diploma so that we can look and see what to expect. And for every decision you make you could see how it's going to effect your whole life!

When I was 18/19 I wanted so desperatly to be a wife. In my mind there was nothing as important. I gave up on school (I tried to go back but it was so much harder). I gave up on other dreams. I will probably never get to travel like I once dreamed of because I have to work full time to pay the bills and there never seems to be enough money left over to save for trips. No, now I'm too busy for all those things and life is passing me by. In a few years I will be thirty. The age doesn't bother me so much as the fact that I look back and wonder what I was doing in my twenties........ being a grown up. Yes, I'm finally taking dance, which at age 5 was what I desperatly wanted. Will EVERYTHING be twenty some years later? I wish I had that guarentee.

But there are friends that I've made along the way that I never expected either. And to quote a favorite poems, "That has made all the difference."

No, friend, this is NOT how I expected my life to turn out.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

In case you didn't know...

... when there is a funeral procession it is a form of RESPECT to pull over and allow them to pass. You should stay there on the side of the road until the last car has passed and only then is it appropriate to return to what you are doing. It most cases this will only take a minute or two and if you're already late at least now you'll have an excuse to give. This short interuption to your trip gives you time to think about your own mortality. Just because you have a green light and theirs might be red does not mean that you have the right to try to cut them off!

It's called RESPECT people. Show it.

Thank you

*getting down from her soap box*

Today after our off-site staff meeting I decided to make a quick stop at the bank. As I approach a south bound red light I see a cop car in the west bound lane. She sounds her horn and has her lights going. I quickly realized that she was stopping traffic for a funeral procession. This did not irritate me. I am all for showing respect to people who have just lost their loved ones because I expect them to show me respect when I loose mine. And while sitting there I had the chance to observe the oncoming traffic to the funeral procession. While the light was red they were very respectful, they couldn't go anyway, but as soon as that light turned green they were off. They didn't need to get out of anyone's way I'm sure they thought. And this one car actually tried to cut off part of the funeral procession by making a left hand turn! I was appalled to say the least! But then I remembered back at Thanksgiving when my own grandfather died and a green minivan tried to pull the same stunt on me. Oh did I lay into my horn and flash my lights at them... I was pissed. Its not like there were a lot of people in my grandfather's procession either, a whopping 7 or 8 cars. Did this minivan totally miss the hearse?

I despise disrespectful people!

Monday, March 27, 2006

I want...

You know what I would really like? I want a part time job, that pays the same as my full time job. I wouldn't even mind having the job I have now if I could leave at 3 every day! Wouldn't that be wonderful? I could get everything done from 8-3 that needs done because I spend close to two hours a day goofing off anyway. That's what I really want! A fairly good job, with a decent wage, health insurance, and only having to work from 8-3, with an hour lunch! Heck, I'd even settle for a 30 minute lunch for those hours.... Oh well, I'll keep dreaming.

Zen Sarcasm

If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Friday Caption Contest

These are the ones that made me laugh out loud!

the sojourning pilgrim said...
While she was one of the most mature lifeguards at the south pool, Fanny June didn't always take her job as seriously as she might, always reading a book to pass the time, and refraining from showing her swimming suit (patched knees and all).

Emma sometimes said...
You should see where the bathroom is located!

HeyJules said...
Well, that's the last time I speak out of turn in HIS class

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Are you?

You know that short, brown haired, brown eyed, white girl. She's in her mid-twenties and a little over weight. Sometimes she wears glasses, but sometimes she doesn't. She always has a bright smile and a pleasant personality. You may not know exactly where you know her from. Maybe she shops at the same grocery store you do. Maybe you've seen her at the park. She might have been in line behind you at Subway the other day. Yeah. That short, brown haired, brown eyed, white girl with the bright smile and pleasant personality. You know who I'm talking about.

Well, in case you were wondering, THAT'S WHO I LOOK LIKE!

This has been happening to me my whole life. I remember when I was 18 I was in Phoenix one summer with friends for work when this lady came up to me because she swore I was her niece. She seemed nice and if she would have bought me cool stuff I would have been happy to call her Auntie, but I politely told her I wasn't who she thought I was. Other times I have people stop me in stores and call me by other names sometimes they just ask if I work at such-and-such place or ever lived in this place or that place. And I've even been accused of graduating high school with people that are older then me, I guess I help them feel young.

I have a couple of theories behind why this happens to me.

1. Brown hair and brown eyes are both dominate features so I'm just one of millions of girls with this combination.

2. I must be amazingly beautiful and everyone wants to know me so they figure if they make up a story about knowing me I'll stop and talk to them for a little while. But if they really knew me they'd know it doesn't take some story to get me to stop and talk on most days.

3. God knew that I wanted to be famous but He had other plans for me so this is just his way of making it up to me. I get noticed everywhere without having to actually be in the movies.

4. People aren't seeing me, they're seeing Christ in me. Something inside their souls recognize something in my soul (Jesus). These people have only a split second to figure out where they know me from so they assume since they've recognized me that they must know me the person.

Or none of these could true. I could have been part of a set of septuplets when I was born and my mother just never told me and there are others out there that really do look just like me.

Hey, it could happen. Right?

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

You know,

Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Dream a little dream

It's been rainy here for a few days, Thank you Jesus! And just like the sky my brain is kind of grey and cloudy thanks to Peanut bringing me a cold from Tulsa. She usually doesn't share very well, but germs she gladly gives away. Why are some kids like that? Anyway, being sick has me dreaming of warmer locations that aren't my couch.
Note: I did drag my behind to work today where I've put in 4 hours and intend to do at least 2 more since we have a staff meeting.
So, I invite you all to dream a little dream with me. If you could take two weeks, a month, six months, a year-whatever off and go on your dream vacation where would you go? Who would you take with you? Why did you choose this (or these) locations.

Me, I'd love to go to Europe. I'd love to see England, that was my maiden name and I have some ancestors from there and would like to see what they might have seen. I've always dreamed of going to Italy for months, because I don't think I could see everything I want in just a week or two. History was one of my favorite subjects in school and when we talked Italy it seemed there was never enough time to go over everything. I would love for my husband to travel with me, but he's not really the site-seeing type but my mom is and she'd have a blast with me. I'd also like to go with some of my friends, but sometimes I thing going alone might be nice too.

Ok, your turn.

Monday, March 20, 2006

A little of this and a little of that

Well, there is much to tell and I don't quite know where to start. Peanut's Penguin Party was a success, most of the Stink Bugs (ok, they're really Lady Bugs but we prefer to call them stink bugs) were in attendance as well as a few other friends. Here we are trying in vain to blow the "candles" out... they were actually sparklers and Aunt Shelley didn't tell me that have to burn out.

It was still fun. I recently cut Peanut's hair. She looks so grown up in the short little bob. Speaking of the Stink Bugs, our first game is next Saturday, but I will probably miss most, if not all of it. I have a wedding that day at 1. The game isn't until 3, but these weddings tend to take up all of my day. But I don't have another wedding until...well, the LAST day of soccer season. Crazy how it turned out.

If in the last few days (or in the future) I seem, oh a little 18th centuryish it is because I've watched Pride and Prejudice at least a dozen times in the last week. My poor house has been neglected. I don't know what it is about this movie, but it is my favorite! I never grow tired of any of the scenes. Yes, it is a little different then the book, which I will admit to only ready twice (once being this last weekend) because of the difficult language. Now, I'm saying I find it impossible to read because of it, I grew up on the King James Version and am in love with many of Shakespearean plays, I'm only saying that when I read for pleasure I prefer it to be in the language I am accustom to using myself. But after watching this movie (many many times) and reading the book I find myself using some of the bigger words of my vocabulary. Is this really a bad thing? Oh, what I would have done to be able to be a part of this movie!

Ahh... somedays I wonder what life would have been like had taken off to the sunny part of the US and jumped with with all the actors and actresses out there. I'm not unhappy with my life and on most days I wouldn't trade it for all the world...but sometimes I like to wonder.

Peanut was in Tulsa all last week, returning for her party. With her return she brought me a nice cold. Yesterday I had a hard time singing in choir, I know of one note my voice gave out on me when I was singing out... I hope no one heard me. Today I am at home. I've only watched Pride and Prejudice twice and am listening to it right now as I's at that scene when Mr Bingly has given the ball at Netherfield. The way that Darcy and Elizabeth interact during their dance.... ohhh... sends shivers down spine everytime... not quite as much when he proposes...oh you know, I know there are several guys reading so I'll stop.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Friday Caption Contest

I have a bit of a cold today, so my humor may be a little off...

My favorties are:

Jackie said...
They promised their wives they would only go out for one...
(I myself have heard this line, probably why I thought it was so funny with this picture)

Dr. Mike Kear said...
"Hey, Mr. Cheney, I've got an idea! Let's go hunting!"
EmmersJennyBee said...
I'm cutting back to one drink a day.
Tune in next Friday where you'll see the words: Friday Caption Contest
What?!? I didn't say it was going to be original!

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Wednesday, March 15, 2006


Earlier this week one of my friends, TT, age 36 with a wife and teenage son, passed from this life as a result from a motorcyle wreck. I spent most of Monday in a lull as my mind was flooded with memories. He and I met about 5 years ago when he came to work at the dealership where I was a service cashier/warranty administrator. He was a wonderfully funny guy that made it his goal in life to be liked by everyone around him. His girlfriend at the time and I had known each through her work (she took Peanut's pictures at a studio all the time). She would come visit him at work and because of his job would end up visiting with me more but when had chance he'd come sit and talk with us.

On several occasions he worked on my car. He specialized in front end repairs so when I bought my 79 Z28 Camaro he did all the front end work after hours. My friend refused to accept money as payment, the ONLY form of payment I was ever allowed to do was to cook supper for him, his son, and girlfriend. We all enjoyed the friendship. His son played with Peanut, who was about 2 or 3. TT was the same age as Nickel and both understood cars so they had plenty to talk about. In 2002 Nickel and I bought our house. Out of all the people we know my co-worker/friend was the ONLY one to show up Saturday morning to help us move. Another friend had babysat Peanut all night so we had moved a lot of the smaller things the night before, but he was a big help in getting the bigger, heavier things while put the house together.

Years past and things changed, as they always do. I moved positions in the dealership which limited our contact, he and his girlfriend broke up, and later I left the dealership all together. It wasn't (isn't) very often that I would step foot on the dealership property after that. I had no need to, and very little desire except to say hello to my friends. Time put a distance in our friendship, but our friendship couldn't be broken, not even by time.

A few weeks ago my friend needed to take her Jeep to the dealership for repairs. She and I had lunch plans so I rode with her to drop the Jeep off. It was lunch time so most of my friends weren't there, but TT was. As soon as we made eye contact we smiled. Once out of the Jeep we shared a hug that I won't soon forget. He was my friend and though we hadn't spent much time together in the last couple of years we were still friends enough that a hug was the only appropriate way of saying hello. This is how I want to, and WILL remember my friend.

Another friend, God love her, wants to go "view the body" tonight since the funeral is tomorrow. Though I don't fully understand this morbid obsession of other people wanting to see the passed loved on in a wooden box I have agreed to go with her tonight. But let me just say, this was not my idea nor do I really WANT to go! I'm not one of those people that need that to move on. I can watch CSI all day long and see the "dead" bodies without any emotion, but seeing someone I have fond memories laying there, motionless does nothing for me. I have closure during the funeral. Where they always sing Amazing Grace and talk about how wonderful the person among the floral display was. Ok, now don't beat me up, I know that people grieve in different ways ( I really do get that). Nickel for instance would prefer the world not bother him as he finds everyway to avoid human contact (which is how he is anyway but if he's grieving he'll do anything to be alone). Me, I cry a little, share fun memories, cry a little more, and then I'm done.

Ok, this is much longer then I anticipated. I'll let you know how the service goes tomorrow. I bet it'll be PACKED!

Only in Enid...

Ok, I very rarely read the newspaper and for several reasons. One, the news paper in my town has a habit of getting the news WRONG. The cut out the truth to make it fit right or just plain get facts wrong. Another reason is the fact that I just don't have time to read it, normally.

But for some reason I was drawn to the Enid News and Eagle today and read the most.... I don't know what to call it...bizzare (?) story.

Here's a little quote:
Two Enid men have been charged with three felony crimes each after an inadvertent cell phone call to police lasting more than three hours detailed their alleged plot and actions. A call to the 911 call center was placed from a cell phone inside the pickup of one of the men, and the line was kept open and recording for three hours and 45 minutes.....During the course of the phone call, dispatchers and officers say they heard the two men discuss building a fire bomb and using it to burn a vehicle.

How stupid do you have to be? I mean, they commit a crime and TALK about it for almost 4 hours?!?!? What the heck?! If you want to read the whole story of how the police caught these fine upstanding citizens you can go here to get your daily dose of laughter.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006


As I've said before, I grew up far far from anywhere at all. During the LONGGGGG summer breaks (yes, I was ALWAYS ready for school to start in the fall) we participated in the library program. I don't remember if it was a summer thing or a year round thing, details such as this have escaped me, but I'm sure my mother would know. Anyway, my favorite books to get were the Garfield cartoon books. I would read them over and over again. One of my favorite cartoons was where Garfield was hanging on a screen door for for several panes he says, "I'm bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored..." you get the picture. That cartoon has stuck with me for probably 20 years. So last night I was sitting on the couch watching tv thinking how boring it was because Peanut was in Tulsa having a GREAT time with her grandma, Nickel was playing a computer game that I haven't been able to tear him away from in MONTHS, and though I had stuff to do, I was bored.

Anyway, just thought I'd tell you that. Maybe tonight I'll get myself motivated to do all that house work I want to be done before Peanut comes home for her birthday party.

Friday, March 10, 2006

Friday Caption Contest

I can't do it. I just can't pick out THREE favorites because they were all SO funny! I'm still laughing! So, you'll just have to all accept the fact that you're ALL winners with me. Thanks again for keeping your comments kid friendly, I know how tempted some of you were to write a few off the wall things!
If you weren't able to participate in the contest you can still give me your funny line. Same rules apply to you though, KID FRIENDLY PLEASE!

Wednesday, March 08, 2006


(Note: I googled for this cool picture)
I sat on the front porch last night and listened to the rain last night. It was warm and the rain made such a sweet melody. First there was the quite pitter pitter of the sprinkles on the holly bush next to me. I watched the lightening and listened to the thunder. I have a love affair with thunderstorms, you know. Most of the lightening was cloud to cloud lighting up the world for all to see. But there was some spider lightening that would stretch across the sky. Then I would count. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Mississippi. CRASH.
Soon the rain was coming down a little stronger. I held my hands out to catch rain drops. The water was cool and wet. Of course it was wet, it was rain. But you don't understand. The last time it rained where I was at was January! We are a thirsty land, we need more then just physical water can offer. There on my front porch, sitting on the steps, watching and listening I had a spiritual meeting with God. He is so GOOD!
After only a few minutes my feet and legs were starting to get soaked. It was wonderful.
Rain is good. It makes everything clean again. And isn't that what Lent is about? A good cleaning?
Thank you Lord, for the cleansing rain you sent our way!

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

What's wrong with me

I have this---personality---quirk. Yeah, let's call it a quirk. For some reason, and I could probably blame it on my mother, I have a tendency NOT to tell people off when I want.

For example, you knew this was coming, I'm really mad at some members of my family today. I decided since their phone has been cut off that I'd email them to let them know just how furious I was with them. Ok... so here's what I actually said:

'I tried to be patience. I know you both are very busy with family duties and such. But I just wanted to let you both know that time has run out. I had to pay the ((fees)).

I am pissed off to say the least. Not really at the money but at the fact that I was in need and you wouldn't help.


Ok... what I really wanted to say was :

You ***beep*** ***beep***! I can't believe you ***BEEP*** your *BEEP** to help me you ***BEEP*** ***BEEP*** ***BEEP*** ***BEEP****!!!! You should be ashamed you***BEEP*** ***BEEP*** ***BEEP***!!!! ****BBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP****!

Oh, and if I was on tv they'd have one of those little black circles over my mouth so people couldn't read my lips.

So tell me, why am I not able to express my true feelings? Other people do it, and some do it very well. Me, nope, I have this thing called a conscious that makes me think what their reaction will be and what my reaction will be to their reaction and how I'll end up having to take back some words... not that at this moment I feel like I'd be out of line with using all the words that in my PG blog had to be BEEPED out because I'm THAT mad!

This part of my personality I could do without sometimes...and I'm thankful for at other times.

Oh well, this is life.

Monday, March 06, 2006


Ok, so I've had a headache since the 1st. Let me tell ya, they're NO fun! I've had headaches most of my life. Growing up I spent more time in the doctor office and the optometrist then I'd ever care to admit. When I was in high school I learned a little song in Spanish.

La cabeza, me dulle la cabeza
La cabezal lámeme el doctor.

Translated it means : The head, my head head hurts, the head, call me a doctor.... yeah, makes more sense in Spanish, I know.

Friday it was a full blown migraine. I couldn't open my eyes very wide, I was about to throw up everytime I moved, each step I took sent sharp pain throughout my whole head. I was in pain. Luckily Peanut, with her medical training, fixed me a wet wash cloth and was very quite while I took a nap.

Today, I grew very tired of the headache and decided it was worth the dang co-pay and went to a real doctor...with more training then Peanut, she is after all, only 5 years old. In his professional opinion, he thinks I've just had one migraine and it's lasted 5-going-on-6 days. He prescribed me some migrain meds, we'll see how that goes. I pray it's the end all of this migraine! I've got stuff to do people, I don't have TIME for this headache!

Friday, March 03, 2006

Friday Caption Contest

What a way to start my Monday!
Ok, here are my favorites. You can agree with me or not, no problem.
Peanut made this face when I told her that she spent too much time in the bathtub there wasn't going to be a bedtime story. She made me laugh so I caved and read her the book.
Anonymous said...
I promise mom the water jumped out at me!
the sojourning pilgrim said...
Did you know it's almost impossible to flush a grapefruit down the toilet??
Aunt Josefina said...
A little privacy PUHLEEZE!

Thursday, March 02, 2006

The Beautiful Garden of Prayer

By Elanor Allen Schroll & J.H. Fillmore

There's a garden where Jesus is waiting,
There's a place that is wondrously fair;
For it glows with the light of His presence,
'Tis the beautiful garden of prayer.
There's a garden where Jesus is waiting,
And I go with my burden and care,
Just to learn from His lips words of comfort,
In the beautiful garden of prayer.
There's a garden where Jesus is waiting,
And he bids you to come meet Him there,
Just to walk and talk with my Saviour,
In the beautiful garden of prayer.
O the beautiful garden, the garden of prayer,
O the beautiful garden of prayer;
There my Saviour awaits, and He opens the gates
To the beautiful garden of prayer.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

How about some pictures

Peanut made her daddy's favorite Banana Pudding.
And you know, the cook gets to lick the spoon!
After all that cooking we played with the new baby kitties! There are four sweet babies. Peanut is holding Curious George and I've got Tiger. She named another one, but I've forgotten what it was and the last one hasn't been named yet. But I'm not worried about it. They usually have three or four name changes before one sticks.