Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Tuesday Smile: Life Lesson

You don’t have to be mom to enjoy this one.

Brian invited his mother over for dinner. During the course of the meal Brian's mother couldn't help but notice how beautiful Brian's roommate, Jennifer, was. Brian's Mom had long been suspicious of the platonic relationship between Brian and Jennifer, and this had only made her more curious.

Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Brian and Jennifer than met the eye.

Reading his mom's thoughts, Brian volunteered, 'I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you Jennifer and I are just roommates.'

About a week later, Jennifer came to Brian saying, 'Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy Ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?'

Brian said, 'Well, I doubt it, but I'll send her an e-mail just to be sure.'

So he sat down and wrote:

Dear Mom,

I'm not saying that you 'did' take the gravy ladle from the house, I'm not saying that you 'did not' take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that One has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.

Love, Brian

Several days later, Brian received an email back from his mother that read:

Dear Son,

I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Jennifer, I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Jennifer. But the fact remains that if Jennifer is sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now.

Love, Mom


Thanks Sparkle1978 @ Sparkpeople.com

Friday, March 27, 2009

Friday Favorites #2

Well, it's my second week of Friday favorites with Janana Bee. We are to post things that got us through the week. Friday is the day of the week to take pause and say, "hey, these are the things that got me through the week this far and thank goodness the weekend is right around the corner."


I am grateful to the hubby for waking up at 5:45 AM to take care of the little ones for school. He dressed them, fed them, and packed their lunch, and then walked them to the bus stop to catch the 7 AM bus to school.

It would have been a very difficult task for me, as I was sleeping off the monthly cramps. How cruel Mother Nature can be!


Thank you Amazon.com for sending me ‘New Moon’ by Stephenie Meyer. The 48-hour wait was long enough. I now have to take my finals by the end of the week before I can delve into you and figure out the continuing plot to the Twilight trilogy.


Took the risky trip to Richmond with the hubby driving and trying to keep him awake. You know the story. I’ve had a bad dream since that we had crashed with hubby behind the wheel. That’s for another post.


Grateful that my child (Tamara) is getting the hang of school. With only seven weeks left to school, it’s a relief to see that my threats and warnings of “no Wii time” have paid off.

Grateful also to the many people who have read and responded to my posts this week. You all are too kind!


Took my final and aced it. Got a 96%! That was for one class, the other is due by Sunday. Uh yeah, it’s an internet class. Can you see me going to campus now with so much to do?!?

Glad to know that my muscles can still hold the big girl frame up when challenged by Jillian on the Wii. Ha! And she thinks that she is so tough.

*groan whine* I ache all over!

I hope that you all enjoyed your week as well. Have a great weekend!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Get In. Sit Down. Shut Up. Hold On.

Well, I did it again.

I went to therapy and let the hubby drive again, against my better judgment. Against ALL better judgment.

The morning started out like any other morning. I packed lunch, hugged the kids, ate breakfast, showered, and dressed for our 10:30 AM appointment.

Needless to say, I wanted to leave at 8:30 but we left at 9:03.

Hubby started the truck up while I added the finishing touches to my face. You know, a chewed up black eyeliner pencil, baby lotion, and Vaseline for lip-gloss. A momma can never find what she is looking for when the kiddies ransack her bathroom and leave her the bare necessities.

I finally got in the truck, and we took off. The fact that we took off at a pace of a NASCAR driver should have hinted me on to what was to lie ahead, but I was concentrating on keeping the hubby awake whilst he drove.

15 minutes into the drive, I blinked all of my eyeliner off, my face felt like I rubbed sandpaper on it, and I licked all of the Vaseline off trying to keep my tongue in my mouth as the hubby swerved around cars to try to make up for lost time.

I felt like I was on a bad rollercoaster ride. I tried to make it more interesting so that the hubby wouldn’t begin to nod off.

Me: “Why are you swerving? I’m getting nauseous just trying to keep in time to the swaying.”

Hubby: “I’m trying to make up for lost time.”

Me: “No duh. But you can drive at a reasonable speed limit and let some of the cars past you. This is not a race.”

Hubby immediately slows down to 55 MPH. The speed limit is 65.

***driving, driving, driving***

Me: looking at my watch as the time rolls by and we haven’t reached the next county yet “You know the speed limit IS 65 MPH.”

Hubby immediately speeds up. He then fiddles with the radio and turns to ‘The Steve Harvey Show’.

We listen contently as a girl named Mikka is interviewing bachelors for a date in Chicago, fully paid for by Steve Harvey.

***driving, driving, driving***

Me: “Whoa! Slow down and let Shamu of the highway get past you. Damn trucks always hogging the road.”

Hubby: “What did you call that truck?”

Me: “Shamu. You know like the whale at sea world somewhere. I don’t know. He’s big and annoying and he practically ran us over trying to get to that next stop sign.”

Hubby: Chuckling “Your silly.”

Me: sourly “I’m glad to be of some amusement to you.”

***driving, driving, driving***

Me: “Pew whee, do you smell that?”

Hubby: “Yeah. The farmers must be out early fertilizing their land.”

Me: voice muffled as I try to talk with both of my hands covering my nose and mouth “You would think that they would have found a better use for cow poo poo than the fields near the highway. Don’t they realize that people actually drive past here and don't want their nostrils insulted?”

Hubby: “That’s not cow manure, it’s human sludge.”

Me: voice muffled as I am still covering my nose and mouth “Na-uh. Stop joking around. They wouldn’t use human waste for farmland.”

Hubby: looking at me as if I just came from the planet bobble head “Hon, this is Amelia County. Welcome to human sludge wastelands U.S.A.

Me: “Oh my God!” Momentarily forgetting to cover my mouth and nose, and quickly covering them back up again.

Hubby: “You know I heard that it is a good fertilizer for your hair as well. Want to stop and get some?”

Me: I am now using the bottom half of my upturned sweater and both of my hands to cover my nose and mouth as the smell now permeates through the vents in the truck. “Ha. Ha. And ha! I’m so glad that you find yourself sooo amusing.”

Hubby: pouting “Well I’m just saying…”

Me: “Why? I don’t think that joking about.. WHOA! Slow down! You almost hit that car!”

Hubby: “Too late. I’m way ahead of you.”

Me: “But you did almost hit them.”

Hubby: “Well, then he should watch where he puts his car in front of someone then.”

Me: “Why can’t you admit that you almost hit that car?”

Hubby: Turning to me as if his neck is possessed by the devil with a frown on his forehead to match “Please let me drive!”

I back off, because he IS driving. Plus I want to get there in one piece.

***driving, driving, driving, driving***

Hubby is beginning to nod off.

Me: “Dude, watch the road.”

Hubby: “I’m alright, I’m alright.”

Me: grumbling under my breath “You NEED to watch the road.”

Hubby: “Wanna drive?”

Me: “You betcha damn skippy.”

Hubby: sighs as he shakes his head awake and shifts in his seat “You know I can drive.”

Me: “No argument here.”

Hubby: yawning. Hard. With his mouth open.

Me: “Pew whee!! Did you eat cheese this morning?”

Hubby: “Yup!”

Me: mumbling under my breath as I roll down the window “Good God have mercy.”

***driving, driving, driving***

We finally reach our destination, and I announce that I would drive home. The hubby shrugged me off. I took it as a yes.


I race to the truck and get in the drivers seat. The hubster didn’t have a chance.

I adjusted the seat, fixed my mirrors, popped in my Whitney Houston Greatest hits CD.

Hubby sat in the passenger seat, leaned back and folded his arms across his stomach.

I drove out of the parking at a respectable speed and made it to the highway without a sound from him. The only sound between the two of us was the sound of Whitney singing.

***driving, driving, and more driving ***

I am now singing along with Ms. Houston, and trying to match her high notes. I am content that I don’t sound so screechy. I am in my own little world and the hubby is silent so I assume that he is sleeping. I look over at him.

Nope. No luck. He is still awake, gripping his knees and frowning.

***driving, driving, driving ***

20 minutes from home and the hubby is still silent. I am still singing along to Ms. Houston and making good time on the highway.

I then look over at the hubs and notice that he is sitting up in his seat gripping his knees and frowning into the windshield.

Me: “What’s wrong?”

Hubby: “I was trying to sleep but I can’t.”

Me: “Why can’t you?”

Hubby: “I liked your nagging this morning better than this singing of yours.”

Damn, I thought I sounded good.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

I Heart Twilight

Okay since it's release yesterday I have officially watched Twilight 6 times!!

I never thought I would be a Twilight fan, but here I am with my giggly teens and their friends watching the most famous romantic movie since Titanic.

Well, not Titanic, but you get the picture.

The movie is enchanting, mysterious, funny, romantic and scary. Being the scaredy-cat that I am I never thought that I would watch this movie. In my past post I mentioned that I was terrified of vampires since I was made to watch them with my mean relatives once upon a time.

And it was a simple black & white movie depicting a vampire with razor-sharp teeth, black cape, with an exaggerated walk towards his victim. I couldn't even watch 'Dark Shadows' when the new version came out in the nineties. Do you remember the old version? YUCK!

Well, I am now cured of my simple phobia and will soon be reading the second book in the series 'New Moon'. I had the hubby pick up the book 'Eclipse' from the library yesterday, because I thought that it was the next book in the series thanks to my hearts in her eyes daughter who couldn't tear her eyes away from the movie as I asked her: :"Come on tell me what happens next? What's the next book in the series? Does Bella turn into a vampire for real? What becomes of Edward? You really think Jasper is cute? OH GOD!!"

Antyways, I should be getting my new book from Amazon.com Tuesday. So if you don't hear from me in a while, its because I'm reading the book, then watching the movie, then reading the book, then watching the movie...

Well, you get the picture.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Friday Favorites #1

Okay, I am new to this Friday Favorites by Janna Bee. You are to list the things that got you through the week.

For me lots of things can go wrong but I am grateful for when things go right! The things that do go wrong can go suck!

I'm not know to be very subtle.

Antyways, things that pulled me through this week:

Had a interview with the Division of Child Support Services for the EX to pay for his children's rather expensive taste in life. Thanks for looking like a fool in front of Mrs. H (the interviewer), who saw how very dedicated you really are to seeing that your children are taken care of. Thanks for not having all of your paperwork done, no ID, and no compassion. This makes my job so much easier.

Thanks Jillian Michaels' for giving me a good workout on the Wii. Thanks treadmill for the 2 hour walk. I burned 804 calories and my thighs STILL hurt from the workout. Also Jillian, thanks for kicking butt Tuesday night on 'The Biggest Loser'. Women like you so totally rock!

Thanks clerk at the local 'Game Stop' for selling me the Wii fit program. It's the best thing to happen to my children. They've stop watching so much TV and are now exercising, watching TV and having fun! Yeah Baby!!

Thanks to Ashley for giving me a 'Sisterhood Award'. I am so excited I could jump up and down, yet I have to settle for blinking my eyelashes. They are the only things not hurting on me from my workout today.

Thanks Dr. D for not telling me that my daughter who runs track, has a fatal disease when we visited your office Thursday morning. A couple of ice packs did just the trick for her sore knee. Yet, a sore knee is no laughing matter to a teenager who takes running very seriously. Now if only I can tell my knees to stop aching whenever I mention 'Treadmill'.

Thanks headache for keeping me in the bed. I sooo needed the rest!

Join Jannabee and grab the graphic to post your Friday Favorites!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

I'd Like To Thank The Academy...

I don't feel sassy. I don't look sassy. I don't sound sassy. And I definitely don't have the sassy look.

Yet somehow, somewhere, someone figured out the inner sassiness in me and has awarded me accordingly.

Ashley, is a sweetheart, and a true image of sassiness. She is bold, honest, colorful, beautiful, and a compassionate person with a true heart for her fellow human man (in this case woman). With an upbeat attitude and always showing her gratitude for life, I truly feel lucky to have her as a blogging friend!

Make sure you check her out and leave her some love!

When I think of a sassy person I see a talkative brassy person not afraid to speak her mind. Notice the emphasize on the word her? Can you see a man being sassy?!?

(Picture what Miss J. Alexander from ANTM
would say right now)
Never mind, Miss J. is clearly too picturesque for words.

I just want to take this opportunity to thank Ashley right now and mention the ten bloggers who I believe are sassy as well.

Welcome to the sisterhood!

Akilah Sakai
The Mind Of a Mom
Carma Sez

Okay ladies out there, blog your favorites and tell them that they were tagged by you and that you love their attitude/gratitude about life.

Any ladies who were not tagged personally by me, this means you as well!!

Spread the love!

Sunday, March 15, 2009


Can we talk?

I am a hypocrite.

I always admonish my children for not sharing with each other. I am always reminded of the word ‘sharing’ as one of the first big words that I learned while watching Sesame Street on PBS as a child.

Yet sharing is the word today that eludes me as I sit here trying to write this post to you all.

I think I share a great deal of what goes on in the BIBI household. There is literally never a dull moment, which I am about to prove to you all right now.

About two weeks ago my daughter Tisha, had a seizure. I panicked and took her to the hospital the next day. It was a small seizure mind you, but it was a seizure nonetheless. Three days later I took her to St. Mary’s hospital for an EEG. The results were negative, and I was told to just watch her for the next couple of weeks.

Well, I am still watching out for any signs of a seizure, but none have manifest. While I am doing this I also had a little exchange of words with my SIL. She is not the brightest bulb in the pack, as her manner speaks for itself, but when she approached me about the children (my son and her two sons) fighting, I had to let her know in no kind terms to leave me the f*$# alone with such nonsense.

And the children weren’t fighting with fists or sticks, but just fooling around and pushing each other around and exchanging heated words. As much as an eight, six, and three year old could muster up from their imagination. Have any of you ever called another kid ‘Butt-naked’ and thought it was a bad word? That’s as far as their extensive vocabulary would let them be imaginative. *SIGH* to be a kid again.

Next, the daring rides that I bi-weekly undertake to Richmond with the hubby when he is sleepy and insists on driving. Yes, we are still going to counseling, but our therapist said that we are making good progress and she now just needs to see us every other week, instead of every week as like in the beginning. I tend to disagree, but it’s her call. I hope she realizes the sacrifice that I make just to come see her.

Let me tell you, that one hour and thirty minute ride is not for the weak stomached. He literally nods off behind the wheel and says that he is okay. I won’t dare ask him to let me drive, I’m too busy crumbled up into a ball in my seat so as not to watch the beautiful world pass me by before my premature and imminent death, praying to God which whom I haven’t had a conversation with all week.

All of this on top of having a snow storm that knocked out our power for a full 24 hours, leaving us cold, hungry and without telephone service. The only comfort was that I could call my friend on my cell phone in Florida and ask her “how is the weather down there?!”

My children were out of school for the whole week while my poor little town shut down for the eight inches of snow that we received, only to go back to school on Friday. The school board has now decided to extend the school year until May 22nd. That is something to look forward to. Another whole week of silence so that I can relax with a good book and do more laundry.

But despite all of the exciting things that have happened in the last three weeks I did get a new stove and decided to redecorate the kitchen. The local diner at the truck stop is going to love seeing us all come into their joint everyday for dinner for the next three to four days. All eight of us, who have only managed to get a bowl of cereal and one of those microwaves snacks until dinnertime. Now I know how those people feel on ‘Spice Up My Kitchen’ on HGTV.

Well, now that I am done sharing my exciting past weeks, I’ve got to finish my assignments for school and prepare for finals coming up in the weeks ahead. I think I’ve done my fair share of sharing. No pun intended.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

A Woman's Week At The Gym

I've told you all about my quest to lose weight. I've joined Sparkpeople in early December 2008 and have made some pretty nifty friends. One in particular whose name is Sparkle1908.

Spark gives us these numbers at the end of our names as if to identify us. Like for example; my sign-in name is BIBI071 on Sparkpeople. Being that I am not born in '71 I don't know how they came up with that number.


Here is her recent experience at the gym. I fell on the floor laughing. I hope you do to!! :-D

Dear Diary,

For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.

I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.


Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!

Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!
Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!


I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.


The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.

My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other stuff too.



Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes.

Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny lady to find me.
Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank. _______________________________


I hate that cow Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.

Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?


Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.



I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little demon) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Diva In The House

“A Diva is a female version of a hustler…”

Excuse me Mrs. Jay-Z, but I think a Diva is much more than a person who will sell or get anything by questionable or aggressive means. (Thanks Webster)

Some may say a Diva is a spoiled biatch who wants to get her way and only her way by either manipulating or ordering people around solely because she thinks she is God’s greatest gift to man and the only one in existence.

Sounds like something my son would say about his sis Tia.

She is a princess, and her heart is in the right place. She is very helpful around the house. Baby sits whenever I ask, as long as she gets paid her free time.

Around that time of the month, Tia makes it known that she wants to be left alone. She pulls the covers over her head and announces to me in particular everyone that she is not getting out of bed for anyone. She speaks her mind so articulately.

At dinner time Tia will argue with her siblings about who will set the table, wash and dry the dishes and mop the floor every night because she doesn’t want to cares so much. Even though I have set up a schedule for who is to do what every night, she does have a break every other night. She knows just how to get a job done.

When the clothes need to be separated and folded after I do all the laundry Tia will bribe persuade Tamara (who is just six), to put away her big sis's clothes for a bag of gummy worms. Tamara does it and Tia now owes her 7 bags of gummy worms, 2 lollipops and 1 bag of Hershey kisses. Any day now Tamara is waiting for her reward for being such a good little sucker sister. She just has to stop asking Tia so many questions, and maybe she’ll find it all miraculously appear on her bed one day.

If sickness befalls the BIBI household and Tia happens to get the sniffles catch the bug, then everyone has to attend to Tia. I anyone not sick in the house will bring her hot tea with a freshly squeezed lemon with 1 tablespoon of honey. I they plump up her pillows, and massage her feet, and make sure that her room is not too hot or too cold. She is made comfortable even if it means getting out of bed at 2 AM to pass her the glass of water on her nightstand table. She was too weak to reach that far.

So, I think that Mrs. Jay-Z should rewrite her song to say that a Diva articulates what she wants, how she wants it, when she wants it, without any questions asked.

I am a proud momma of a Diva. My daughter's behavior is just a product of someone else's imagination.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

What's In a Name?

I saw this quiz on Sheri's blog and decided to try it. Have you ever wondered what's in your name? What maniacal twist of fate possessed your parents to name you the name that you currently answer to? Here's what my name means according to this quiz:

You Are Lively and Courageous
You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous.

You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.

Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.

You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.

You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.

You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.

Ha! And they think that they know me pretty well. Darn people. Hit the nail right on the head!

Go ahead give it a try! I dare ya!

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

My Name Is Esme!

Okay you Twilight fans I did it. I took the quiz that Sheri suggested on her blog and it said that I am:

You are thoughtful and care very deeply for your family. A loving home is of great importance to you and you always try to make people feel welcome. Although you have a great capacity to love, you also have a great capacity to hurt, so at times you can be sensitive. You're firm when you need to be, but people trust your judgment and appreciate the kind way you always handle things.

It all sounds so nice and everything, but I didn't even see the movie yet! Now I have to go see it.
So how about it?!? Why don't you give it a try? See what character you most likely resemble.

Now I Know My A B C 's...

I seen this on Sheri's blog and it looked like fun.

Sheri has the neatest blog, and I told her that I would post this some days ago. My bad! Sorry Sheri. Well, it's better late than never I always say!

The rules are :
1. To each letter of the alphabet, write a word connected to you.
2. Tag 6 people.

Coming up with something for each letter proved to be fun. Thank goodness I know the ABC's!

A - Alfalfa. He was a TV star on the show 'The Little Rascals' and Spankys' best friend. I loved his cowlick! My first crush and the obvious effect TV can have on little kids.
B - Books. I love to read. I am a true bookworm.
C - Curves. Have plenty of them. It's just more of me to love that's all!
D - Death. I will never get into a long discussion about it because it scares me to death. No pun intended.
E - Enya. One of my favorite singers. Why?!? I don't know. I guess I like her vocal ability.
F - Friends & Family. Very important. Vital to my life support.
G - Google. I Google everything. I used to be a Yahoo! girl, but now I'm addicted to Google.
H - Hubby. Fave topic to digress about. Can you tell?
I - Ignore. I'm good at ignoring those who annoy me.
J - Job. It sucks that millions of my fellow Americans are losing them left and right. That's why I hardly talk about it.
K - Kangaroo. I've always wanted to know what their fur feels like. And do they really kick you if you get too close?
L - Love. It's obvious that is my number one motivation to live. And you?
M - Money. Don't have enough. Enough said.
N - Numbers. They amaze but also scare me. I so suck at them as well.
O- Open. I am learning to be more open. How am I doing?
P - Parenting. It's a mystery to me. Scares me to pieces as well! Why didn't I just watch TV in bed instead of jumping my old man's bone?!?
Q - Quiet person. Especially when I'm in deep thought.
R - Roses. Love them in all colors. The scent is pretty incredible as well.
S - Sunny days. My favorite kind of days. I'm a much better person to be around when it is sunny outside.
T - Too much television takes up too much of my time. I still watch it though. I'll join a 12 step program one day. Don't hold your breath though.
U - Unfaithful people are not part of my circle.
V - Violin. Want to learn how to play. Personally I believe I'll screech so badly when I put the bow to the strings, that I will attract dogs 10 miles away.
W - Windows Vista is pretty cool. Now if only I could get that little arrow marker to stop clicking on things that I don't want to get into.
X - Xtra xtra. The sleazy show about the Hollywood scene, gives me a daily dose of gossipy sludge.
Y - Yogurt. First thing in the morning. Love all flavors.
Z - Need some zzz's. I'm always tired.

Now how about you give this a try!

Anyone who reads this blog consider yourself tagged! This way I will not leave anyone of you beautiful people out.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

100 Item Bucket List

I recently saw this post on Christine's blog. I'm sure you all have heard of the bucket list. Instead of doing things before I die, here is a list of things I have already done.

Wanna play? All you have to do is copy the list and highlight (or make it bold) of all the things that you have done. The comments in the parentheses were made by me. I always have to comment on something. It's like a sickness or something. :-D

I have...

1. Started my own blog (on August 28, 2008)
2. Slept under the stars (one of the many camping trips I took as a child)
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii — Hattie, you should substitute ‘Newark, N.J.’, for ‘Hawaii’
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than I can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland/world
8. Climbed a mountain (on one of my many other camping trips)
9. Held a praying mantis (I was a daring and stupid child)
10. Sung a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea (I was a stupid adult as well. Who watches storms near water?)
14. Taught myself an art from scratch (I've started to paint with oils and have a long way to go before I am considered an artist)
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning (got sick as a dog as a result)
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown my own vegetables (I live in the country. Enough said.)
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight (on one of the best sleepovers ever as a child)
22. Hitchhiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill (*slapping the hand* bad Bibi bad!)
24. Built a snow fort (In NYC there was always a snowfight to be had)
25. Held a lamb (They are so soft and cute )
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse (Long time ago in the seventies. At least that's what my momma said)
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset (We used to live near the beach in Rockaway NYC)
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise (As a child, don't remember much, except I dropped my stuffed animal friend in the water)
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of my ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught myself a new language (Spanish, not fluent yet!)
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied (Once upon a time, before I married)
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing (the requirement for being at camp)
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant (I don't like seeing hungry people on the street)
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance (one of my many trips to the hospital giving birth to one child or another)
47. Had my portrait painted (my Grandfather did it. *SIGH* I miss him)
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain (the hubby and I were like teenagers when we first got married)
53. Played in the mud (still do when I plant seeds in my garden)
54. Gone to a drive-in theater (It is now closed. Darn recession has hit everyone)
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business (I sell items on eBay. It's lucrative and keeps me busy)
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies (my girls did Girl Scouts long, long time ago)
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason (the hubby is wonderful)
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma (Yep, I love a good cause)
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi concentration camp
67. Bounced a check (my bad!, won't happen again)
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy (still have a little doll who is a male with a prominent male appendage)
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial (my family once lived in DC for a time)
71. Eaten caviar (it was tasty)
72. Pieced a quilt (for the babies)
73. Stood in Times Square (life in NYC was pretty exciting, sometimes)
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle (my little bro and I were daredevils)
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car (still have it)
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had my picture in the newspaper (it was for a good cause)
85. Read the entire Bible (a very good read too!)
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox (when I was eleven. Not a good thing)
89. Saved someone’s life (I do know CPR, and saved my child's life. She was choking on a piece of candy)
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club (many to be exact)
93. Lost a loved one (my beloved Grandfather)
94. Had a baby (seven to be exact)
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone (still do!)
99. Been stung by a bee (five times! UGH!!)
100. Ridden an elephant

Well now, I don't think I've led the ultimate exciting life, but it's all well worth it.

Have fun with your bucket list!