ANOTHER GOOD WEBSITE...

WARNING: This is not a child-friendly website.

Daddeee heard about this one on a local radio station.

I'm not mentioning which one because it's one that I don't listen to because I don't like the DJ so I'm not going to promote him. I'm mean like that.

Texts From Last Night

Some are dumb. Others a dumber.

There are a few that cracked us up.

I had to ground Daddeee from the laptop a few nights ago because I was trying to sleep and he was busting out laughing while reading them.

I say I grounded him because I pretend I have special powers around here.

So check it out. Let me know if one of them was from you. Or just let me know one you found extremely hilarious.

Come on! Share with me.

NEW FAVORITE DRINK...

Lately it seems I've fallen back to having a glass of wine after work or when I get together with friends.

I'm not an alcoholic in the least bit since I usually limit myself to one glass. (No comments from you, Karye!)

It was prescribed by Dr Oz.

We found a Red Apple Sangria at Applebee's that is fantastic. A little research online and Voila!, a new recipe for home.

1/3 cup Sutter Home Cabernet Sauvignon
1 1/4 ounces apple liqueur (schnapps)
1/2 ounce grenadine
1 1/2 ounces cranberry juice
1 1/2 ounces pineapple juice
Lemon-lime soda

Mix all in a 16 ounce glass and garnish with your favorite fruits.

You can also make it by the pitcher but I prefer 1 glass at a time.

This will definitely be on our summer menu for our Annual 4th of July party.

MAKE THE BEST OF IT...

The van broke down on my way home from work last night.

I called roadside assistance but was told it would be an hour before the truck could get there.

MoDot stopped behind me to see what the problem was. He informed me it was too cold to wait for the tow truck. As if I didn't know that and had planned all this. So he took me to a near-by convenience store to wait.

Thank goodness for my brother, Gary, who came to wait with me. We sat in his car behind my van to wait.

To try to make the best of a bad situation, we joked around about whether the tow truck driver would be a cutie or a nasty.

He was a cutie until he bent over to hook up the van and shot us a view of his plumber's crack.

Once I was finally home, The Kid asked me if Mater took the van away. Too cute.

It was a long, exhausting experience.

LATE BIRTHDAY PHOTOS...

With the big computer crash last week, I was unable to share the photos of The Kid's 4th birthday.

Remember, it was a party at Chuck E Cheese.

With the best cake ever!


Get a little closer. You can almost smell that frosting.


Aren't the Transformers adorable? The Kid thought so. He couldn't wait to touch them.

That's all he wanted to do. So we ate cake first.

Because that's the sort of thing you get to do on your birthday.



There he is sitting on Daddeee's lap. That look is either pure joy or pure orneriness.

Or both.

He's such a cute 4 year old.

STAY TUNED...

My computer crashed.

It crashed right after I added my new 26 inch monitor that I got for my birthday.

I know 26 inches is overkill for a monitor but don't knock it until you've tried it.

By the way, that's me in the picture. In a dream world, anyway.

So the crash was purely coincidental but I wondered. In my infinite wisdom, I thought the computer couldn't push the picture into this new monitor.

I'm really kidding.

A couple of the reasons I went with such a large monitor are that 1. I'm half blind. 2. I watch a lot of movies on my computer and like to lay (or is it lie?) in my bed while I watch. 3. It's also a tv so I can watch tv on it too. And, 4. it was around the same price to go with the tv/monitor combo.

So after close to a week of praying and pressing buttons and restarting, I turned the cpu over to The Teenager to fix it.

It took him a matter of hours. While I napped. He's so awesome.

So now that I'm back up and running, I'll be back to posting.

Stay tuned!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY...

...to The Kid.

Yes, indeed. The Kid's had his birthday party yesterday at Chuck E Cheese.

He had a ball. The other kids had a ball.

I had a headache. But the party went on.

The Kid loved the games. And the cake. Oh, how he loved the cake.


But the pictures of the cake are downstairs and I'm feeling lazy today. You know, because it's a holiday and all.

So, even though The Kid's birthday isn't officially until tomorrow, happy birthday to my 4 year old son. I love you!

HOW MANY...

...can you name?

100 Game Cupcakes

Daddeee and I name all but about 10.

Not too shabby.

Come back and let me know how many you could name.

Really, I wanna know.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!...

Yes. It's here.

Today is my 40th birthday.

The Big FOUR-OH-MY-GOSH!!

I don't feel any different.

I think the anticipation of turning 40 was actually worse than actually turning 40.

In honor of this day and since it's retro week on facebook and I was uploading it anyway, I'm including a picture of me.

From way back.

1988, I think. Maybe 1989.

I'VE GOT NOTHING...

Nothing, as in, nothing to post about today.

We have 16 inches of snow that has been accumulating since Christmas. It's everywhere.

I was lucky to make it out to the store today for an essential TP run.

Tonight, the temps are going to be in the negatives.

I'm not dealing well with this.

Where's my cheese?

BACK TO THE 70'S...

-edited post because youtube wouldn't allow an embedded video-

Everclear - AM Radio

This song says a lot. When I was little, AM radio is what we had. "You're listening to 71 WHB" heard amongst crackle, crackle. I don't even know how to describe the high pitched buzz that went along with it.

Here are the lyrics if you'd rather read than listen.

I recommend you do both.

"~KHJ Los Angeles!~ Portions of the day's programming are reproduced by means of electrical transcriptions or tape recordings."

You can hear the music on the AM radio

The VCR and the DVD
There wasn't none of that crap back in 1970
We didn't know about a World Wide Web
It was a whole different game being played back when I was a kid

Wanna get down in a cool way
Picture yourself on a beautiful day
Big bell bottoms and groovy long hair
Just walkin' in style with a portable CD player
No, you would listen to the music on the AM radio
Yeah, you could hear the music on a AM radio

Flashback Back '72
Another summer in the neighborhood
Hangin' out with nothing to do
Sometimes we'd go drivin' around
In my sister's Pinto
Cruisin' with the windows rolled down
We'd listen to the radio station
We were too damn poor to buy the eight track tapes
There wasn't any good time to want to be inside
My mama wanna watch that TV all goddamn night

I'd be in bed with the radio on
I would listen to it all night long
Just to hear my favorite song
You'd have to wait but you could hear it on the AM radio
Yeah, you could hear the music on a AM radio
I can still hear Mama say “Boy turn that radio down!”

“Aw, Mom. Not that show again! I don't wanna watch that show! Can't we watch Good Times or Chico and the Man or something cool? Turn it off!"

Things changed back in '75
We were all growing up on the in and the outside
We got in trouble with the police then
We got busted gettin' high in the back of my friend's van

I remember 1977
I started going to concerts and I saw the Led Zeppelin
I got a guitar on Christmas day
I dreamed that Jimmy Page would come from Santa Monica and teach me to play
Teach me to play...

There isn't any place that I need to go
There isn't anything that I need to know
I did not learn from the radio

Yeah when things get stupid and I just don't know
Where to find my happy
I listen to my music on the AM radio
You can hear the music on a AM radio
You can hear the music on a AM radio

I like pop, I like soul, I like rock, but I never liked disco
I like pop, I like soul, I like rock, but I never liked disco
We like pop, we like soul, we like rock, but we never liked disco...

No I never liked disco...

TOP TEN TUESDAY: THANKS FOR...

1. ...the eternal mess. Kids are the quickest cure for perfectionism. Having children means your floors will be perpetually encrusted with crumbs and stray socks will go forth and multiply like rabbits. I have reached a Zen-like acceptance of chaos quicker than studying at an ashram in India ever could.

2. ...running me in circles like a mad woman. There's nothing like the daily jog through dressing, meals, laundry, chauffeuring, homework, tucking-in, etc. that leads only to the next day and more of the same. It reminds me that life is not a destination but a journey.

3. ...bodily functions. I'd never smelled anything as bad as when The Kid had rotavirus. I'm a stronger person now. That's all I have to say about that.

4. ...the constant opportunity to expand my chauffeur talents. When else would I have a chance to listen to music and books on tape. Even though the average trip only gets me through a few chapters, I'm grateful for every one.

5. ...the annoying Spongebob and other various cartoon characters.. How else would I make it through my life without ever-inspiring songs like "Its the Best Day Ever" or "All You Need is Friendship"?

6. ...taking 15 minutes to find your shoes and put them on when we should have left the house 10 minutes ago. Watching The Kid get himself dressed or slowly eat that pop tart as if it's the last pop tart he'll ever get, reminds me to stop and slow down. I live my life sometimes as if being late is going to end the world. It's good to be reminded to stop and smell the pop tarts.

7. ...the middle of the night wakeups. I'm miserable if I don't get my full 8 hours of sleep but it's nice to be needed. When you comfort a sick child, the love from the resulting snuggle radiates both ways.

8. ...the hard and sometimes embarassing questions. I can come up with a way to stall faster than you can say, "What happened to that man's hair?" I've also had to sneak onto google to find the answer to such questions as why is the sky blue. And why does Donald Duck wear a shirt but no pants?

9. ...clutter. Toys, stuffed animals, school papers, artwork, clothes, and more clothes make my house look "lived-in". I dream of one day having a house like my mom's with fine things and fancy furniture.

10. ...my empty bank account. Where does it go? Diapers and babysitters, hightops and laptops, food and more food. My money has grown, all right. It has grown into two amazing boys. I consider it a wonderful investment in my own old age since I plan on them taking care of me (little do they know).

A BUSHEL AND A PECK...

...and a hug around the neck....AHA!

My dad used to sing this to us all the time.

I sing it to my boys.

Yet I've never heard the actual song.

Until tonight.

Daddeee and I were watching Julie and Julia (I didn't tell him what we were watching until he was into the movie since it's a chick flick).

Midway through the movie, they play the Doris Day version of the song. I was amazed.

I still am.

I had to google it.

The first thing that comes up: (1 US bushel) plus (1 US peck) = 44.04884 liters

I chuckled.

Then I found the link.

There are more lyrics than what Dad sang to us.

I have to admit, I like his version better. It ends with a sing-songy AHA!

And more things in life should be sing-songy.

SNOW SNOW GO AWAY...

We're having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave...

We are. It's 9 degrees outside right now. But compared to the past few days of -2 and below, this is a heat wave.

On Christmas day, we were piled with 11 inches of snow. Kansas City isn't used to this much snow at once so the crews took forever to get the streets cleaned.

I hate being cooped up inside but Christmas weekend, we spent the entire weekend stuck in the house. Talk about going stir crazy.

Then last night, another couple of inches fell upon my world.

Daddeee got called in to work to shovel snow. Again. Poor guy hasn't had a weekend yet this season. And I miss my morning coffee buddy.

I'm so tired of the snow. And the cold.

Mother Nature, I beg of you.

ANOTHER FAVORITE...

Are you bored? Looking for something to do? (said with my best infomercial imitation voice)

Then check out this blog

One Sentence

Some make me laugh, some make me want to cry. Others, I'll admit, I don't get. Maybe you will.

It's worth a check out.


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Have a blog you like to read on a regular basis? Let me know. I'd like to check it out. Even if it's your own blog!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!...

"Each year's joys and sorrows make us stronger."

I don't know who originally said that but I heard it from my husband's friend's mom, Claudia.

It fits so well.

This past year has been a bit trying to say the least but I look forward to this year bringing many joys and few sorrows.

May your year also bring many joys and few sorrows.

God bless...