Wednesday, June 27, 2007


Sunday, June 24, 2007


Monday's always make me moody. They mean the weekend is over and a new work week is beginning. It's not that I don't like my job. It's just that I enjoy being home with family and friends more.

The weekend began Saturday morning with stripping the curtains off the windows and getting them washed. Did you know the kitchen curtains aren't beige? They're actually white! Yes, I admit I'm a little slow with getting the house cleaning done. My house isn't dirty. It's just cluttered. Yeah, that's it, cluttered.

Saturday night I went to a bachlorette party for my friend from across the street. She had a Passions Party and it was wonderful. We all had a good time testing the lotions and edibles and even testing out the toys. The best part came when the stripper arrived. He was so well worth it. He not only danced for the bride-to-be but danced for each one of us in the room. Let's just say, he was solid.

Sunday I went to a baby shower, which turned out to be rather boring. I hate the silly baby games they play and thanks to Gooey wandering the room, got to sit out of most of them.

Sunday afternoon we went to mom's house for dinner. Her fried chicken is so worth the extra calories, not to mention the mashed potatoes with gravy, homemade mac n cheese, green beans and all followed by the cake with whipped cream and cherries on top.

I had to come home and work off all the calories by working in the yard. We're getting it ready for the big 4th of July bash we have here every year (more on that later). So now the weeds are all pulled, the clutter from the winter is all gone, and the patio is all hosed off. We still have some odds and ends to do but it's all little things that can wait until next weekend.

Well that's the end of my recap of the weekend. I sure hope everyone else a good weekend too.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007


Summer skies...

Tuesday, June 19, 2007


Gooey is addicted to baby crack. He goes to the table and does his little Baby Crack Dance (formerly known as the Pringles Dance) until someone gives him some baby crack.

For those of you that are ready to call social services on me, we don't really give him crack. Baby Crack is what we call salt water taffy that we buy at Sam's Club by the truck load 5 lb. bag. It comes in all different flavors and Gooey loves them all.

After having his Baby Crack, he runs around the living room or front yard (depending on where he's at) and sugar buzzes. He has a funny little step he does while he's sugar buzzing that cracks me up. It's a both-arms-up-flailing-through-the-air run that reminds me a lot of the episode of Friends where Rachel was embarassed to run with Phoebe because of the way she ran.

I don't get embarassed by Gooey's run, though. I just get a good chuckle.

Sunday, June 17, 2007


Father's day is difficult for me. My dad died in 1990. It's hard to believe that it's been almost 17 years. Sometimes it seems like yesterday and other times, I feel like I can't remember him.

I had gotten to where I couldn't remember what his voice sounded like. It really bothered me. Then, not long ago, I had a magnificent dream. In the dream, I went to this island in the middle of a lake. When I got to the island, I met up with some friends. Now, these friends weren't people that I know in real life. They were only friends in my dream. These friends and I went to see this woman that was like a psychic or voodoo type person. While I was visiting her, my dad came to visit. I got to walk with him, talk to him, touch him, hug him, and most important to me, hear his voice. When it came time for me to leave the island, he saw me off on my boat and we hugged.

The dream was magical to me. I can remember his voice and smell what he smelled like.

Another thing that has always bothered me is that he wasn't alive when Bubba and Gooey were born. In the dream, he told me that he sees them and is proud of me for raising such wonderful boys.

I miss my dad but I know that he watches over us. He came to me when I needed him, even if it was for just a short time.

Friday, June 15, 2007


My darling husband saved up his nickels and dimes and bought himself a motorcycle. Yes, it was my money his money to spend as he pleased but I have to say I'm far less than happy about it. I'm more like petrified.

It's a 1978 Suzuki that was top of the line in it's day. The gentleman that owned it (yes, an honest to goodness one owner vehicle) passed away and the place where he always took it for servicing bought it from his estate. It's been extremely well cared for.

Needless to say, I've become a motorcycle widow. The moment he comes home from work (at least on the days I'm not slaving away at the coal mines at work), he takes off for a ride on his dear, darling motorcycle. He spends his other time cleaning and polishing it or adjusting something with the motor.

I wish he'd spend that kind of time cleaning and polishing me and adjusting my motor.

Anyway, I have to say I'm proud of him for accomplishing his goal of successfully completing the Motorcyclist Safety Program and getting his license. I'm also proud that he was able to save the money for the bike.

I'm just sad that I have to share him. I've dubbed his bike "The Other Woman".

Wednesday, June 13, 2007



At least it was yesterday. I work in a pharmacy and we take a ton of calls from doctor's offices for prescriptions or corrections to prescriptions that patients send in. It was a definite DUH day yesterday. Here are a few examples:

One of the girls was talking to a nurse taking a prescription. We have to have med name, strength, quantity and directions for how the patient is to take the med. When my co-worker asked for directions, the nurse gave her directions to the office. DUH!

I took a call from a nurse about a prescription that we already had but some of the information was missing. She gave me the order number so I asked her "Hold just a moment while I pull it up to see what the issue is." Her response was "It's about a prescription." Well, DUH! It's not like the issue was about their underwear size.

Then I took a call from a nurse and she began the call with "I'm calling about so and so (name omitted because I simply can't remember it), do you know about her?" We process 15 to 20 thousand prescriptions a day. What makes her think I'm going to know about her patient? DUH!

I wonder what tonight's word will be.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Sunday, June 03, 2007


Bubba looking all handsome

I was trying to get a shot of Ranger
but he moves so fast this is what I got.

The first is Gooey eating a chocolate dipped
strawberry and the second, as you can see, is him
eating cake. I don't know how much made it inside of him.


Ok so I'm not Oprah. I figure, though, that since she could have her favorite things, then so can I. If I could give everyone my favorite things, these are what they would be (ok so some of mine are not actually tangible items that can be given but the thought is there):

1. River Market Blend coffee. There's a little shop at the river market that sells it and it's the absolute best coffee in the world. I buy the beans and grind them myself before making each pot and it's just pure heaven to me.

2. Family Get-togethers. I admit I have one of the most bizarre families there are but to spend an evening with them partying and just having a good time is wonderful. Everyone should enjoy this as much as me.

3. Dove Cream Oil Body Wash: Cherry Blossom and Almond scented. I'm in love with this body wash. I live in a house of testosterone so having my own body wash is a must. I can't go through the day smelling manly. I love the smell of this one and the fact that the scent lingers all day. Not only do I enjoy the scent, but it does leave my skin feeling all soft and silky (wanna feel?).

4. CBS Sunday Morning. This is a little tradition I started for myself several years ago. I used to do my grocery shopping on Sunday mornings because I was always up earlier than the rest of the family but got tired of lugging the grocery in alone and putting them away. So I began making myself a pot of River Market Blend coffee and watching CBS Sunday Morning. I adore the way the stories are shared and the humor of the reporters. If you haven't watched, take a Sunday morning, make yourself a pot of coffee (River Market Blend, if you can) and enjoy watching. You may just learn something.

5. Pedicures. If you've never had a pedicure, stop what you are doing right now and go get one. They are one of the most fabulous things ranking right up there with a good orgasm. Maybe you'll get lucky (like I did with my last one) and get someone new that really takes their time. I schedule mine once a month now.

6. Diamonds. I've recently come to realize I'm addicted to diamonds. I've always worn my diamond rings (my wedding set, the 25th wedding anniv ring my dad gave my mom, and the ring my darling husband gave me when I was pregnant with Bubba) but I've recently begun wearing diamond earrings and a diamond necklace. The earrings I got for Christmas last year and the necklace I bought myself from a pawn shop ($50 for a 1/2 carat). Now I want more! Many, many more!

7. Taking pictures with my new camera. I've probably annoyed my family to death with my constant photo taking. I'm addicted to trying to find that perfect shot. I've gotten some pretty good ones lately, a few that I plan to have matted and framed for the bathroom (I'm redoing it with a water to come soon).

I'm sure there are probably more of my favorite things but I'm just not thinking of them now and some that I haven't found yet. Take some time and think about what your favorite things are. If you don't have any, you can borrow some of mine.