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WELCOME TO MY WORLD.BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-22449618225674305462009-08-11T11:41:00.006-04:002009-08-11T12:57:22.022-04:00Things That Make Me Smile<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SoGWmM7peZI/AAAAAAAAAag/1YdmiDBarfw/s1600-h/smiling+lips.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 73px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SoGWmM7peZI/AAAAAAAAAag/1YdmiDBarfw/s400/smiling+lips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368737813852944786" border="0"></a><br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><font style="font-family: arial;" face="arial">In this ever bustling, busy, always in a rush world, I sometimes find a quite moment to reflect on my good fortune and how wonderful life can be. It is then that I find the little, simple things that make me smile.</font><br style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">My children. All seven of them.</p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">Next Wednesday is their first day back to school. It will be wonderful that they will finally end their summer vacation lounging in my house all day, and I can now sit for a quite moment to read, scratch, burp, blog, doodle, and watch TV without being disturbed. By day two I’ll be so bored and hoping upon hope that the bus driver will make a u-turn and bring my children back.</p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">Its when they are at home and fighting, and picking with each other, or just being their own usual rambunctious selves I then grit my teeth and say:</p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">“ONE DAY LORD, JUST ONE DAY TO MYSELF!”</p><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">Then again, I haven’t been talking to the lord lately, so when HE sees me on the caller ID, I think he hangs up.</p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">Either that or he just smiles as if to say, ‘You can handle it.’</p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">I’ll go for the latter.</p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">My eldest son, as stated in earlier posts can tickle my funny bone and make me laugh.</p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">The diva shines in her own special way.</p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">Then there is diva #2 who has now come into her own and has surprised me with holding down a job this summer, and she has really blossomed into a beautiful young lady.</p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SoGgu0MbeUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/xBXgtYu5FBw/s1600-h/diva+%232.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SoGgu0MbeUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/xBXgtYu5FBw/s320/diva+%232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368748956947544386" border="0"></a></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">Then that leaves Tisha who is twelve, Taj who is nine, Tamara who will be seven soon, and baby Trinity who is three.</p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal">Out of those four, it is Tamara who gives me the most reflection on my days when I need a smile.</p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">LAST SUMMER</p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA </font><font style="font-style: italic;">falling off of the steps in her haste to help with the final touches in the flower garden in the front yard</font>: “OWWW! Waaaaah, I cut my knee!!”</p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">running to aid my poor clumsy child</font>: “What happened? How’d you fall? Are you okay?”</p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">clearly the drama queen as her little ‘scrape’ has now become a very big deal</font>: “Aaaaaaaah! I’m gonna die!”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME </font><font style="font-style: italic;">clearly used to the dramatics</font>: “Shhh now. You’ll be okay. Look it’s just a scratch, not even a cut. Why don’t you go inside and get a band-aid? There’s a good girl. You can stand. I’ll help you up the stairs. I got the door. Okay. Now go in your bathroom and look under the sink cabinet</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"> and there is a green and white box full of band-aids. Find one or two and put them on your cut.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA </font><font style="font-style: italic;">pouting</font>: “I want a big band-aid.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">clearly tired of the dramatics by now but trying not to sound too impatient</font>: “You can have a big band-aid. Just pick whichever one you want.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA </font><font style="font-style: italic;">clearly all better now that the words ‘band-aid’ and ‘whichever one you want’ was mentioned</font>: “Aren’t you coming in with me? Can you wipe it for me?”</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME</font>: “You’ll be okay girl. Just go in there and find a band-aid. You can use a piece of tissue to wipe off the little bit of blood. Go ahead now. You’ll be okay.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA</font> <span style="font-style: italic;">walking away without a limp.</span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">***** FIVE FULL MINUTES LATER *****</p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME </font><font style="font-style: italic;">happily engaged in planting some lavender bushes in my psychedelic array of flowers, shrubs, and herbs. I turn around to the sound of </font>“I FOUND IT.”</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA </font><span style="font-style: italic;">standing on the bottom step of the front staircase proudly showing off her</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">big</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">band-aid</span>.</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"> A band-aid the same size and shape of a Kotex maxi pad without wings.</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">EARLY SPRING THIS YEAR:</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">engaged in a conversation with her older brother at the kitchen table one morning</font>: “You know what Taj, one day you and I will be married and have houses of our own.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAJ</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">clearly not in the mood to talk about the long off future with his little sister</font>: “I’m not marrying anyone.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA</font>: “Well some woman will catch your fancy and make your heart tingle. She’s the one that you’ll marry. And then soon you’ll be engaged in talks about how many children you want, and what college they’ll go to.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">clearly intrigued at this little six year old munchkin and her tendency to sound just like her momma.</font></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAJ</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">clearly annoyed now because he wants to be done with this talk so that he can play the Wii</font>: “Yeah, yeah. Look I’ll have kids. Lots of kids and I’ll bring them all to your house when I’m tired of them.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA<font style="font-style: italic;"> </font></font><font style="font-style: italic;">intrigued as well</font>: “Oh yeah, how many?</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAJ: </font>“Uh, about 10 or twelve.</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">sucks in her breath sharply, eyes nearing bulging out of her head as she stares at her brother while holding her spoonful of cheerios precariously over the edge of her bowl.</font> “Huh?!?”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">nearly choking on the piece of toast that I almost sucked down my throat at Tajs’ response.</font></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAJ </font><font style="font-style: italic;">happy that he finally got Tamara to shut up for once since they began eating</font>: “Yup about ten or twelve will do. I gotta get a big house though.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA</font>: Silence</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME</font>: Stunned silence</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAJ</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">drinking the last of his milk and burping in response to our stares</font>. “What about you, how many children are you gonna have?”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">recovering from the shock of being told that she will one day be the aunt to ten or twelve nieces or nephews from one brother</font>: “I don’t know Taj. I guess I’ll just borrow some of yours.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">LAST WEEK</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TIA</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">searching for some tool to finish a necklace that she was repairing</font>: “Help me find it Tamara. I seen you with it last. I told you again and again not to touch my things.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA </font><font style="font-style: italic;">sitting on the couch engrossed in another mindless episode of Spongebob Square Pants</font>: “I didn’t have it I told you! Why you always blame me for things?!?”</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TIA</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">clearly losing patience:</font> “Cause you always LOSE MY STUFF!”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">trying to diffuse the situation:</font> “Alright, calm down Tia. It has to be somewhere. Did you check the garbage? You know that is a favorite hiding place of Trinitys’.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TIANA</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">coming into the kitchen; our family meeting place, clearly looking for something as well</font>: “Anyone see the tweezers? I think I got a splinter in my hand.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">not looking from the TV screen to address Tiana</font>: “I think I saw those in the room somewhere.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TIANA</font>: “Where?”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">shrugging her shoulders</font>: “I don’t know.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TIANA</font>: “Well could you go get ‘em?”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TIA</font>: “First she has to help me find my wire cutters so that I can finish this necklace. I have to have this done by tonight.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">sensing that things are going to heat up real soon</font>: Okay, okay girls. Take a breather and calm down. Tamara turn off the TV and find the wire cutters. Tiana come with me. I think I know where some tweezers are.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">***** SOME TWENTY-SOMETHING MINUTES LATER *****</p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME:</font> “Tia did you find the wire cutters?”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TIA</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">sounding like she is ready to explode</font>: “NO!”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME:</font> “Well, join the club. I haven’t found any tweezers either. Tiana you alright?”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TIANA:</font> “Yeah. It’s no biggie. It’ll eventually come out if I can’t find the tweezers.”</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME</font>: “Don’t be silly. It can get infected!”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TIANA</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">shrugging in response.</font><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">***** MINUTES LATER *****</p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA:</font> “I found it.”</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME</font>: “Found what?”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA</font>: “The tweezers.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME</font>: “I thought you were looking for the wire cutters?”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">TAMARA</font>: “Can’t find ‘em.”</p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME</font>: “Alright, bring what you got. I’m in the kitchen.”</p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">turning to reach for the tweezers that Tamara has found as she walks in the kitchen, only to discover that she has found these gigantic pair of pliers with yellow handles and a scary doodad on the side.</font></p><p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SoGb0v8h96I/AAAAAAAAAao/u2ZsNHE1-Do/s1600-h/pliers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 84px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SoGb0v8h96I/AAAAAAAAAao/u2ZsNHE1-Do/s320/pliers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743561328195490" border="0"></a></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">ME</font>, <font style="font-weight: bold;">TIANA</font>, <font style="font-style: italic;">and</font> <font style="font-weight: bold;">TIA</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">can’t stop laughing at Tamara’s frown as she doesn’t understand what did she do that was so darn funny.</font></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">It’s these little moments that makes me smile. And grateful that I have a tribe of seven kids to keep me entertained.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-22043924684171582682009-08-01T10:00:00.002-04:002009-08-01T10:43:25.684-04:00Mom, The Wolfman and MeI am going to tell you all a secret. Something my mom doesn't even know about.<br /><br /><br />I <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">used to</span> have the biggest crush on Joaquin Phoenix. Notice the emphasis on the words 'used to'.<br /><br /><br />Just to give you a little history lesson on my crazy and innocent crush.<br /><br /><br />As a little teen bopper in the late 80's, I used to LOVE his brother River Phoenix. I thought he was the cat's meow. Saw all his movies, read every article about him. Watched him live at the Oscar's and prayed hard that he would win. I even considered stalking him in L.A. when we lived in Cali. It was closed to being obsessed that I could come.<br /><br /><br />Then he overdosed in front of the Viper Room in Hollywood, and that was all she wrote.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SnRQ8dRiRwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/a1aw6ihMAGM/s1600-h/jp+as+gladiator.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SnRQ8dRiRwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/a1aw6ihMAGM/s320/jp+as+gladiator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365002055685654274" border="0" /></a><br />Years later I saw Gladiator and fell head over heels for the tyrannical Commodus. The acting was chilling and I was all about bad boys then. (That would explain the EX husband).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Antyw</span><span style="font-style: italic;">ays</span>.<br /><br /><br />I watched and bought all of his movies, joined his fan club, read every coverage on him from People magazine to GQ, and I even went so far as to attempt to write him a fan letter. I never mailed it.<br /><br /><br />I even considered putting his name on my license plates. They <span style="font-weight: bold;">would</span> have looked like this:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" >JOAQNPX</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The hubby wasn't going for it. I don't blame him. Now.</span><br /><br /><br />It was this photo that did it for me last January.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SnRSDBMl34I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UDQLjIEGh0E/s1600-h/jp+with+mountain+beard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SnRSDBMl34I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UDQLjIEGh0E/s320/jp+with+mountain+beard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365003267919437698" border="0" /></a>Joaquin + Mountain Beard = SAY WHAT?!?<br /><br /></div><br />Okay what is it with actors who have such a brilliant career, and they want to throw it all away to pursue a music career. Yeah I know we've heard it all before, and my crush (even though innocent) died the moment I saw that picture.<br /><br /><br />Call me shallow, but I can't comprehend the former actor who almost won two Oscars and won one Golden Globe as a rapper. Can you?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SnRRP4_JCVI/AAAAAAAAAaI/VyA-k2OcF9g/s1600-h/jp+as+johnny+cash.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SnRRP4_JCVI/AAAAAAAAAaI/VyA-k2OcF9g/s320/jp+as+johnny+cash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365002389542209874" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He won a Grammy for the soundtrack 'Walk The Line', and now he wants to be a rapper. And guess who is rumored to produce his record? P. Diddy.<br /><br /><br />Yes people I know, the news is old about Joaquin Phoenix wanting to be a rapper. To prove that he is serious, BIL Casey Affleck is recording a documentary about the whole transition. A rapper who started his career rapping to such titles such as 'I Want A Refund', and droning on and on and trying to rhyme 'boom' and 'room' over and over again. Yes, rapping world beware, there is a new kid in town!<br /><br /><br />It's not even good rapping like Eminem, but it sounds like something put together on a paper napkin at the bar, two minutes before going on stage.<br /><br /><br />Yes, this twice nominated Oscar boy of Hollywood used to make my heart go all a flutter, but not anymore.<br /><br /><br />It's just scary.<br /><br /><br />And my mom still doesn't know.<br /></div></div>BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-28197514566387480182009-07-24T10:03:00.010-04:002009-07-24T10:50:40.934-04:00Home Is Where the Heart Is!Hello bloggers! Long time no see. I 've been a busy bee of sorts, so I will intend to update you.<br /><br /><br />The DIVA and her little bro are home. Back from their long extended stay up in New York. They really enjoyed themselves and couldn't wait to go out and visit with their friends instead of update their momma on what they did in the 'Big Apple'.<br /><br /><br />I started classes again this summer on July 6. (gulp) I am taking a Political Science class (the teacher already hates me), and a beginner Spanish class (the teacher is lovely). It is going on week 3 and I already have one quiz due this week for my Political Science class.<br /><br /><br />The political arena is touchy. I am not a very political person, but I am strong in my convictions and my principles, and do not waver from my views unless human life is at stake. That's when I shut my mouth, and let the big dogs scrap it out!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Antyways</span><br /><br /><br />The hubby and I are on a little break from the therapy sessions, and will resume by the end of the month. (snort) Who ever said married life was easy should be strapped to a hard back chair in a room alone, and made to listen to Vanilla Ice with the volume at full blast.<br /><br /><br />The other children on the BIBI home front are doing okay. Some can't wait until school starts, others want to bum around all day in front of the stupid box and burn their brain cells with as much useless info that they can fill their brain cavity up with.<br /><br /><br />I on the other hand watch the most educational things that we mommy's find so amusing.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Monday thru Friday 10 AM</span> - <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">Live with Regis and Kelly.</span> My grandmother calls them the Gracie and George of our time. Except they are not married. I just watch to see if they will ever get my email and call me to talk live, on the phone with them so that I can win a prize. Shameless right?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SmnHPZ2EUqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ETaVJEjlqxM/s1600-h/Regis+and+Kelly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SmnHPZ2EUqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ETaVJEjlqxM/s320/Regis+and+Kelly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362035898810913442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Monday thru Friday 11 AM</span> - <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">The View. </span>Barbara Walters and her posse always make me laugh. I hope Elizabeth drops that bundle soon so that we can see the little bundle of joy!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tuesday and Wednesday 9 PM</span> - <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">America's</span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Got Talent.</span> </span>Who does not watch that show for all the bad auditions?!?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SmnHVLdeVPI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/bmR4zzwR6e8/s1600-h/americas+got+talent.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SmnHVLdeVPI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/bmR4zzwR6e8/s320/americas+got+talent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362035998028879090" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SmnIVERmO5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/Szvy1QtPEYw/s1600-h/Tori+and+Dean.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SmnIVERmO5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/Szvy1QtPEYw/s320/Tori+and+Dean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362037095611644818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tuesday 10 PM</span> - <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">Tori and Dean. </span>Love Tori. Love Dean. Ahhh... What the rich do when they have time on their hands.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br />Thursday 9 PM</span> - <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">She's Got The Look.</span> Women over 35 looking sexy and doing their thing. There is hope for me yet!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SmnIbhhz3AI/AAAAAAAAAZw/cUd3ri-X77E/s1600-h/shes+got+the+look.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SmnIbhhz3AI/AAAAAAAAAZw/cUd3ri-X77E/s320/shes+got+the+look.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362037206543490050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br />Friday, Saturday, and Sunday</span> - If I am not carpooling to a friends house, sewing, doing homework, studying, cooking, washing clothes, or fixing a crumpled kids spirit 'cause they did not get what they wanted that week, then I tune to TCM for some old b&w movies.<br /><br /><br />Don't you just love the weekends?!?BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-23348679948048468252009-07-04T07:38:00.005-04:002009-07-04T15:28:16.462-04:00Happy Independence Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/Sk8_Vh3MnZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_6-MXW7pyf0/s1600-h/american+flag.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/Sk8_Vh3MnZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_6-MXW7pyf0/s400/american+flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354568121066495378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY EVERYONE!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ENJOY THE FIREWORKS!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div>BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-87161499144740999142009-07-04T07:04:00.003-04:002009-07-04T07:16:10.358-04:00A Home of Our Own<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/Sk85XXZzcGI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-ybYj-79gq0/s1600-h/home.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">I recently watched the movie “A Home of Our Own” starring Kathy Bates and Edward Furlong. Such a touching movie and that mother was strong as an ox to keep her family together. I won’t spoil the plot by telling you what happened in case you do happen to see it. I only mentioned it because it reminded me of my childhood and the constant moving that we did.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Bear with me. I digress.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well, before leaving the urban jungle that we called home in Brooklyn NYC I always knew that my father was a shady character. When I was thirteen, my father decided he made enough enemies in NYC after living there all of his mean life, so he decided to move my mom, me, my three sisters, and my three brothers to the state capital. Yup. That’s right. <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Washington</st1:city> <st1:state st="on">D.C.</st1:state></st1:place></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><st1:place st="on"><st1:state st="on"></st1:state></st1:place></p><p class="MsoNormal"><st1:place st="on"><st1:state st="on"><br /></st1:state></st1:place></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I apologize in advance if I offend anyone reading who is from the D.C. area, but that place is off the chain! I learned so much about drug paraphernalia I am surprised that I didn’t become a pharmacist. I would have made straight ‘A’s’.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I also watched a neighborhood kid get shot, numerous drug busts, and one too many fights. After three weeks in that place called home, my mom decided that it was too much trouble to go outside, so we spent the next year and a half watching all of the action from our second story windows. I vaguely remember that we didn’t watch too much television around this time either.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">After we were evicted from our gray painted peeling and in desperate need of a paint job house called home, we moved in with some friends in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Baltimore</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">Maryland</st1:state></st1:place>. My mom had the last of the Hann tribe in D.C. which made the grand total of children that my mother had an even eight. Yup. Five girls and three boys. She was only three shy of the total that my father had. He has eleven kids total. At least, that’s what he told us. But who knows.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yes, with eleven children under his belt my papa was a rolling stone.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-style: italic;">Anytways.</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We stayed in <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Maryland</st1:place></st1:state> for a total of eight months before heading to that great big state that always shines. Yup. Californ-i-a!<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was fifteen by then and would be sixteen in a couple of weeks of arriving there and it was not pleasant circumstances. We lived in the high desert and we were not aware that it only rained but once a year in the <st1:place st="on">Mojave Desert</st1:place> and we just missed the annual downpour. I was missing the East coast by the time I was sixteen and three days.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">After almost two years in the desert we made it back to the East Coast. My father liked driving and it took us almost a week, and he was the only driver. And I didn’t feel sorry not one bit for that mean scoundrel. He was a mean wheel man with caffeinated blood that accelerated his hatred. I was so happy to reach my grandmother’s house.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My grandmother has lived in her home since 1971. A year before her first grandchild (that would be me) was born. She has the same phone number and I’ve know her Queens address since I was six. It was the place that I called ‘home’ away from our multiple ‘homes’ before I married and got my own.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now when I look at it, we moved so much that I began to look forward to the next road trip that would bring us new adventures, a new place to lay my head, and new friends. I never had a problem making friends, just a problem keeping them.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But we finally settled in VA in 1990, after a long extended-stay at my grandmother’s. I call this place home now, with its southern atmosphere, slow-paced patron’s who take the time to smell the roses (or who drive slow enough to watch them grow), and that everyone knows your family, and you know theirs. All of my children were born at the same hospital, they have the same pediatrician for the last 16 years, we visit the same library, and my children check out the same books now that I picked out when I was a teenager starting off here.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s a wonder I don’t get ‘town fever’ for staying put in one place for so long. I guess home IS a place where you lay your hat. Or in my case a Yankees cap.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am still a New Yorker deep inside.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Bear with it!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-40071417365868298312009-06-28T23:43:00.000-04:002009-06-28T23:48:36.382-04:00The Sweetest ThingAwarded again. You guys are to much and are too sweet! I truly feel blessed to have such great friends. The first award comes from <a href="http://akilahsakai.blogspot.com/">Akilah</a>, <a href="http://gemmerzz.com/">Gemmerzz</a>, <a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com/">Sheri</a>, and <a href="http://lucyslifeinsuburbworld.blogspot.com/">Lucy</a>. It is called the Awe-summ award. With this award you:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ShtlwmAniHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lPBbZsu8C5A/s1600-h/Awe-summm%5B1%5D.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339973668689119346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 236px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ShtlwmAniHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lPBbZsu8C5A/s400/Awe-summm%5B1%5D.gif" border="0"></a><br /><div><br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CBIBI%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.blsp-spelling-error {mso-style-name:blsp-spelling-error;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><br /><font face="arial">List 7 things that make you Awe-</font><font class="blsp-spelling-error" face="arial">Summ</font><font face="arial"> and then pass the award on to 7 </font><font class="blsp-spelling-error" face="arial">bloggers</font><font face="arial"> you love.</font> <font face="arial"> Make sure to tag your recipients and let them know they have won!</font> <font face="arial"> Also link back to the Queen that tagged you.</font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><font face="arial"><br /></font></p>Hmmm... seven things that make me Awe-summ are:<br />1. I love charities<br />2. I love and respect my family<br />3. I trust far too much but can be trusted.<br />4. I love the finer things in life like sunsets, relaxing moments, and laughing with friends.<br />5. I love to stand up for those who can't speak for them selves like; children and animals.<br />6. I love to make blogging friends and to make them smile.<br />7. I love to be part of the solution and not the problem.<br /><br />The seven people that I will send this award to are:<br /><a href="http://akilahsakai.blogspot.com/">Akilah</a><br /><a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com/">Sheri</a><br /><a href="http://nabfamily.blogspot.com/">Ashley</a><br /><a href="http://meonlydifferent.blogspot.com/">Mom</a><br /><a href="http://gemmerzz.com/">Gemmerzz</a><br /><a href="http://lucyslifeinsuburbworld.blogspot.com/">Lucy</a><br /><a href="http://cmlk79.blogspot.com/">Christine</a><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">Mommy award</b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ShtlwmAniHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lPBbZsu8C5A/s1600-h/Awe-summm%5B1%5D.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339974142476756642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 160px; cursor: pointer; height: 162px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ShtmMLAZJqI/AAAAAAAAAXo/sLZAbTVd3VY/s400/momma+award.jpg" border="0"></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"><o:p>This award was given to me by <a href="http://lucyslifeinsuburbworld.blogspot.com/">Lucy</a>. She is undoubtedly a great blogger and always on her game. I can never surpass her talent and she has just the words to comfort you or make you laugh. You go girl! Check her out today!</o:p><b style=""><o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"><b style=""><o:p><br /></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Rules of the Award:</p> <p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal">•<span style="font-family: arial;">Admit one thing you feel awful about involving being a mom. Get it off your shoulders. Once you've written it down, you are No Longer allowed to feel bad. It's over with, it's in the past. Remember, you're a good mom!</span></p> <p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><font face="arial">I feel awful when I feel bored being with my children. I love interaction with my children but sometimes it can be a bit overwhelming when you are with them 24/7.</font></p><p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal">•<span style="font-family: arial;">Remind yourself you are a good mom, list seven things you love about your kids, you love doing with your kids, or that your kids love about you. These are the things to remind yourself everyday that you Rock!</span></p><p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><font face="arial">I rock because:</font></p><p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><font face="arial">1. My kids do have fun whenever we are together. Whether we are making playful videos, or playing a card game, we have fun.</font></p><p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><font face="arial">2. My kids make me laugh. Especially when they argue with each other. It's like watching a hilarious sitcom.</font></p><p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><font face="arial">3. My kids love when I make a 5 course meal with plenty of dessert for after wards.</font></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="arial">4. I love playing Wii fit with kids. They love showing me up but I can always beat them in the walking aerobics game. Nobody has matched my stride yet!</font></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="arial">5. My teenage girls love when I do their hair. They won't really go out of their way to say 'Thank You', but I can see their hidden joy.</font></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="arial">6. I will go into my girls room and organize it just to spend some quality time with them. About nine hours of laughing, talking, and throwing things away that we found hilarious to even consider holding onto.</font></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">7. <font face="arial">I love snuggling up with my kids and watching movies with them on an impulse. We don't have a scheduled family night, just spontaneity that we feel w</font><font face="arial">hen we all need some quality time together.</font></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="arial"><br /></font> </p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Send this to five other Mom's Of The Year that deserve credit for being great moms and remind them that they are the best moms they can be!! Remember to <font class="blsp-spelling-error">send t</font>hem a note to let them know you've selected them, and add a link to the person who nominated you.</p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Here are my five nominees:</p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">1. <a href="http://akilahsakai.blogspot.com">Akilah</a> (my sexy mama)</p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">2. <a href="http://meonlydifferent.blogspot.com">Mom</a> ( my Canadian mom)</p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">3. <a href="http://cmlk79.blogspot.com">Christine</a> (my other Canadian mom)</p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">4. <a href="http://lillyslife.com">Lilly</a> (my Australian mom)</p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">5. <a href="http://lucyslifeinsubarbworld.blogspot.com">Lucy</a> ( My suburbia mom)</p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/Skg2ky6wKVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/g24wmhH83pI/s1600-h/enchantedblogaward.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/Skg2ky6wKVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/g24wmhH83pI/s400/enchantedblogaward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352588162901223762" border="0"></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> This award was given to me by <a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com">Sheri</a>. No rules or strings attached. Anyone who wants it can take it because every blog that I came across is truly enchanting to me. Plus, Tinkerbell is truly a cutie!<br /><br />So take it and have fun. I love you all!<br /></div><div><br /></div>BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-22117501262947911862009-06-28T07:06:00.009-04:002009-06-28T08:06:49.507-04:00Schools Out and I Don't Intend to Stand Around and Twittle My Thumbs Either!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SkdcGtiLltI/AAAAAAAAAYY/J_tcJC7oKLM/s1600-h/thumbs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SkdcGtiLltI/AAAAAAAAAYY/J_tcJC7oKLM/s320/thumbs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352347952525055698" border="0" /></a><br />I apologize for being such a bad blogger of late. I promise, now that my semester of school was officially over this past Friday I can now pay attention to more important things! =^)<br /><br />First things first, I have to post a BIG thank you to some of you for giving me awards. You are the best!<br /><br />Second I have to write SOMETHING that has been plaguing the news of late. I don't like to talk about death, but my conscience won't let this one go away. (You are too bossy dude, go away!)<br /><br />Third, I have two new followers. Thank you guys for being my friend. I totally enjoy the extra company.<br /><br />Fourth, everything on the BIBI home front is doing okay!<br /><br />The Diva and her little bro (my very articulate son) are in N.Y with my little bro. Rock on kids, school is not for another 7 weeks!<br /><br />My kids go back to school in August. Something to do with making sure we get in early before the snow falls and we miss weeks and weeks of school. (Hey! I say the earlier the better! Like August 19th early )<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Anytways</span>, the hubby and I are doing okay. He has sleep apnea and sounds like Darth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/Skdck-jr_pI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qgZhIEvSIwc/s1600-h/darth+vader.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/Skdck-jr_pI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qgZhIEvSIwc/s320/darth+vader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352348472490851986" border="0" /></a> Vader when we go to bed now that he has to sleep with the CPAP mask on every night. But hey! it's a great idea for some role playing before I put my nightcap on. ; )<br /><br />The baby, my little Trinity, turned 3 on the 24th of this month and I am exhilarated. This is the first time in a <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">LONG</span> time that one of my babies turned three and there is not another bun in the oven. Thank you Doc B for making sure that my momma factory stays closed. (no chastity belt required, besides its too late to observe some chastity <span style="font-style: italic;">now</span>.)<br /><br />I have only 5 children at home right now and I have no idea what to do. Why do I feel like a part of me is missing since my two oldest kiddies have been gone for two weeks now? Little bro will probably let them loose in about a week or so.<br /><br />Until then, I'll take Tiana (14), Tisha (12), Taj (9), Tamara(6), and Trinity(now 3), to the community kiddie park for some quality time. Ohh! my creative mind is in overlaod.BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-58701141816044291322009-06-02T22:00:00.008-04:002009-06-02T23:07:51.923-04:00Average JaneJust recently my sis and I were talking about celeb actresses and I mentioned that I love any movie with Anne Hathaway. My sis then replied:<br /><br />"I DO NOT like her, she is so average looking!"<br /><br />Which I then replied:<br /><br />"Huh?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SiXgyy0NQwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OaAJ5ieT6IU/s1600-h/anne+hathaway.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SiXgyy0NQwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OaAJ5ieT6IU/s400/anne+hathaway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342923696183788290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We woman are all average Jane's'. We can multitask like no other. We get the job done. We can be sometimes very emotional, while laughing hysterically at the absurdness of it all. Those of us who have kids know the emotional ups and downs of having to think for them, you, and your partner while trying to do laundry, cook, and catch up on gossip with your girlfriend(s).<br /><br />I love being an average Jane. Who doesn't?<br /><br />I think that the average look escaped most of the Hollywood crowd though. Anyone see Janice Dickinson lately? Especially on 'I am A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here!'<br /><br />One word: 'Collagen'.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SiXiT5yTA8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/rR7x4daAgy8/s1600-h/plastic+surgery.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SiXiT5yTA8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/rR7x4daAgy8/s400/plastic+surgery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342925364502135746" border="0" /></a><br />Question : 'Why?' Boy the tabloids have nothing to talk about apparently. (Neither do I)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Unless you are Halle Berry and are blessed with good genes, a beautiful bod, and a gorgeous boyfriend. It doesn't help tha<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SiXjbP31azI/AAAAAAAAAYI/S2In_pBXGa0/s1600-h/halle+berry.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SiXjbP31azI/AAAAAAAAAYI/S2In_pBXGa0/s400/halle+berry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342926590201654066" border="0" /></a>t you are one of the hottest celebs in Hollywood either. (The girl can look gorgeous just signing a book).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But then again, there is the character Edna (played by John Travolta) in the movie version of 'Hairspray'. John Travolta is a scream in that film, and I had a soft spot in my heart for Edna, the overweight, loving wife/mother, trying to run a business at home to avoid any social interaction.<br /><br />Hmmm... sounds a little like me after baby number 7 as I tried to hide from view.<br /><br />But in all seriousness, hubs if I ever get that big and decide to stay at home, please just say my big sparkly moo-moo gown looks good on me. It'll do wonders to set the mood in the house.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SiXk3CQN-jI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/n8ybH1seOlo/s1600-h/john+travolta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SiXk3CQN-jI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/n8ybH1seOlo/s400/john+travolta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342928167093795378" border="0" /></a>BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-5073901955863400952009-05-25T23:48:00.005-04:002009-05-29T19:42:01.910-04:00Love, Growth, and Maturity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SiBrCf6rlCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/i5m5qmiNrJw/s1600-h/hubbyandwife.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SiBrCf6rlCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/i5m5qmiNrJw/s400/hubbyandwife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341386848732943394" border="0" /></a><br />I was looking through some old cards of the hubby and mine. We will be married for 10 years in August. Looking back on when we first married I have to say that we did have a whirlwind romance.<br /><br /><br />I was working at a giant retailer at the time, and he happened to see me working in the electronics department. He eventually started a conversation and we went from there.<br /><br /><br />I was getting over a BAD relationship with the first husband, trying to raise my three girls and one boy, and working on earning my first degree in college. (Going back to school after a eight year hiatus bites, but I got through it!)<br /><br /><br />He comforted me, consoled me, and reassured me that I was a strong women who was doing the right thing. I fell head over heels. We were married after two months courting.<br /><br /><br />The children were in the wedding and really loved having a 'dad' around again. I enjoyed having someone around to talk to and help me with the kids. Some would say I was on the rebound but I never felt as if I was going to give up on the relationship until we were married for about five years.<br /><br /><br />We never reached the seven-year itch before the real fights began. But we survived it and we are now smiling at each other, making goggling eyes at each other and talking 'dirty' when the kids aren't around. I think the therapist has done her job, but we will still continue to see her until we feel certain that we are absolutely on the right track.<br /><br /><br />While looking through some of the cards, our wedding cards, anniversary, new additions to the family, millions of birthday cards, and dozens of father and mother day cards, I found some with letters in them.<br /><br /><br />Have you ever wrote letters to your loved ones trying to explain the content of the card as well as the meaning behind the card?!? Well, if you are the BIBI that is a lot to write down. Being that I AM the talkative kind, I once wrote a letter with a beautiful card that was EIGHT pages long!!<br /><br /><br />Whew! Was I <span style="font-weight: bold;">that</span> into myself then?!?<br /><br /><br />Endlessly trying to explain why I snapped at him and why he needs to be patient with me and I've had such a shitty childhood that's why I am so messed up. Then spending a page or two apologizing for being me, and asking him to be patient with me because I was sooo screwed up and blah, blah, blah, blah, and blah.<br /><br /><br />I now realized that a marriage is about two people who share the same common interests and that one person cannot always see life as a victim. I was always making myself into the victim, one who could do no better because of my past. But my past does not define me anymore, because I am now the victor of my own destiny. I make my choices, good or bad, I decide to do better instead of waiting for someone to tell me that I have changed and that I am good now. I no longer acknowledge that little voice in my head that puts me down and tells me that I am no good.<br /><br /><br />I am good, not perfect, but good. I care, I love, I feel, I embrace my emotions,I laugh, I raise my beautiful children, I strive hard to make my loved ones comfortable, and I work hard at making sure that they are loved. I am me embracing life, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, whether I am sick or healthy. I am me and it is pretty absolutely gucking freat!BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-53506346606441349302009-05-22T22:30:00.000-04:002009-05-22T22:31:02.091-04:00Happy Awards Day!I know there really is no such day/holiday. I just thought that it was a catchy title!<br /><br />Boo-hoo to me for posting this sooo late! Sorry Sheri!<br />But the good news is I was awarded an award by Sheri. Actually two awards! She is too generous!<br /><br />Sheri is the consummate blogger who entertains, is humorous and is always keeping the reader up to date on the latest scoop in the news. She is a better read than People Magazine.<br /><br />The first award is:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ShFYUkAyHwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/PoiwtBlj7M0/s1600-h/blogsexyaward.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ShFYUkAyHwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/PoiwtBlj7M0/s400/blogsexyaward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337144143698337538" border="0" /></a><br />With this award I have to list five sexy things about myself:<br /><br />1. I love to wear sexy lingerie to bed. ( That will explain the seven children).<br />2. I have curves that say there is more of me to love. ( I do belong to a group called the 'Curvaceous Club').<br />3. My cheekbones are my best features on my face. ( Some say my eyes, I beg to differ).<br />4. All summer long I wear flips and keep a pedicure. (Virtually impossible for me to do in the winter.)<br />5. Some think I am weird. I believe that weird is sexy because it is unique.<br /><br />I give this award to these sexy people:<br /><a href="http://akilahsakai.blogspot.com/">Akilah</a> (you said it, I believe it, that settles it!)<br /><a href="http://brendasusan.blogspot.com/">Brenda Susan</a> (you are beautiful and you know it)<br /><a href="http://lillyslife.com/">Lilly</a> (All Aussies' are purely sexy to me)<br /><a href="http://speedcathollydale.blogspot.com/">Speedcat</a> (did anyone ever tell you that making people laugh is so sexy)<br /><a href="http://greigbery.blogspot.com/">Heather</a> (obvious you are too sexy for words)<br /><a href="http://carmasez.blogspot.com/">Carma</a> (you had me at belly button bling)<br /><a href="http://lucyslifeinsuburbworld.blogspot.com/">Lucy </a>(living in the suburbs will do that to you)<br /><a href="http://talkinwithteenie.blogspot.com/">Tina</a> (we momma's are so sexy in our own way)<br /><a href="http://nabfamily.blogspot.com/">Ashley</a> (obviously you and the hubs are the cutest on the blogosphere)<br /><a href="http://punkybean.blogspot.com/">Kelly</a> (honest and telling life like it is is sooo sexy)<br /><a href="http://gemmerzz.com/">Gemmerzz </a>(you love life and show it)<br /><a href="http://jannabee2.blogspot.com/">JannaBee</a> (being a friend is always ozzing sexiness)<br /><a href="http://areservationforsix.blogspot.com/">Rachel</a> (raising kids is so sexy)<br /><a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com/">Sheri</a> (back at you babe!)<br /><a href="http://randomthoughtsbykylie.blogspot.com/">Kylie </a>(yeah you girl)<br /><br />The other award is the Vespa Blogger Friendship Award!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ShFhgiUv5cI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/mhyhfmv9xvk/s1600-h/Blogger_Friendship_Award_2009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ShFhgiUv5cI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/mhyhfmv9xvk/s400/Blogger_Friendship_Award_2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337154245008287170" border="0" /></a><br />The following friends who are nominated for this award are:<br /><a href="http://akilahsakai.blogspot.com/">Akilah</a><br /><a href="http://carmasez.blogspot.com/">Carma</a><br /><a href="http://speedcathollydale.blogspot.com/">Speedcat</a><br /><a href="http://ramblingon-bill.blogspot.com/">Mr. Bill</a><br /><a href="http://lillyslife.com/">Lilly</a><br /><a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com/">Sheri</a><br /><a href="http://meonlydifferent.blogspot.com/">Mom</a><br /><a href="http://cmlk79.blogspot.com/">Christine</a><br /><a href="http://lucyslifeinsuburbworld.blogspot.com/">Lucy</a><br /><a href="http://talkinwithteenie.blogspot.com/">Tina</a><br /><a href="http://a-world-of-stone.blogspot.com/">Stone</a><br /><a href="http://nabfamily.blogspot.com/">Ashley</a><br /><a href="http://www.everydaybitch.com/">Cyndi</a> ( I know that you said 'the end' to your blog, but you are still my buddy)<br /><a href="http://charlesgramlich.blogspot.com/">Charles</a><br /><a href="http://punkybean.blogspot.com/">Kelly</a><br /><a href="http://jannabee2.blogspot.com/">Janna Bee</a><br /><a href="http://areservationforsix.blogspot.com/">Rachel</a><br /><a href="http://julesjewelsandjunque.blogspot.com/">Julie</a><br /><a href="http://abunchofmynonsense.blogspot.com">Jessica</a><br /><a href="http://greigbery.blogspot.com/">Mrs. GB</a><br /><br /><br />Thank you again Sheri! I am so sorry for taking so long to post it. I hope that this is recognized as better late than never! You are the best girl. Love ya!<br /><br />To all of you nominated for these award, it is well deserved and I am honored to have such an opportunity to be able to give it to you! If you already have the award I am sorry, but you were nominated again.<br /><br />I just love you that is all!<br /><br />=)BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-72254157778552878982009-05-13T15:06:00.004-04:002009-05-13T15:31:45.284-04:00Farewell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SgsewnRngbI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bV3z7_Hxzwc/s1600-h/aunt+clara+pic+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SgsewnRngbI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bV3z7_Hxzwc/s400/aunt+clara+pic+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335392004075913650" border="0"></a><br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CBIBI%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">I want to take this time to say goodbye to my beautiful great Aunt Clara who lost her battle with a brain tumor on May 8, 2009 at 11:01 PM.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Also called a glioblastoma multiforme, my Aunt Clara was diagnosed with this type of fast growing; the most malignant form of a brain tumor in the summer of 2008. Late summer of that same year she had her first surgery which was done with much apprehension from the medical crew, but everyone was hoping for a success story. After the surgery, my Aunt Clara had chemo, and she was able to enjoy life for a while. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">By Thanksgiving of last year it came back. The doctors opted for more chemo therapy and juggled with more surgery on her tumor invading her brain. My Aunt Clara then had another surgery and this one left her weaker than before she was operated on. But that wouldn’t stop her from hosting Christmas that year at her house, even though it was done while she sat on the couch in the living room the whole time. She was always a gracious host.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">By January the tumor began to metastasize on to her central nervous system, and the doctors ultimately thought it was beyond their control to try another surgery. Her body couldn’t handle another one and she gave up on the chemotherapy as it made her too sick.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The last week of March was the last time that she would go to the hospital and leave with any good news. Soon after she was placed in Hospice and we all waited. Soon my Aunt Clara couldn’t sit up any more because the cancer began to invade her spinal cord and she was steadily losing muscle tone.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">The next week she couldn’t speak as her vocal cords were ravaged by the cancer. She would still respond to verbal communication when you spoke to her by nodding her head and keeping eye contact.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Soon after she began to lose her eyesight as the cancer infiltrated her blood vessels in her eyes and they became bloodshot red. She still would reach out to you if you spoke to her. This Friday she lost her battle with her enemy who wanted to take her from her family, friends and loved ones. My Aunt Clara is survived by a son, my cousin Kevin, a daughter-in-law Vida, and two grandchildren Raynard and Zarah. She also left behind her six sisters, one of whom happen to be my grandmother, who stood by her side and made sure that her ‘little’ sister was always comfortable. My Aunt Clara was 71 years young.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Of course I can not forget her love of her life, her husband, my Uncle Charles who stood by my aunt for more than 50 years. They also retired together traveling to <st1:country-region st="on">China</st1:country-region>, Europe, <st1:country-region st="on">Italy</st1:country-region>, numerous trips to <st1:place st="on">Disneyland</st1:place> with the grand kids, and countless trips to VA, whenever I had a wee little one. She was the most generous woman in our family always organizing family reunions, birthday parties, holiday get-togethers, and just plain picnics whenever one of us wanted to get together, especially if we came from out of town visiting one another.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My mother said that my Aunt Clara had a ‘long arm’ which is a Persian saying meaning someone who is very generous. And that she was. Sharing her boisterous laugh, advice and love I will miss my Aunt Clara greatly. She was always a comfort to me whenever life got me down especially whenever I was going through many prepubescent and teenage trials and tribulations. With a great big smile on her face and not a seemingly fake bone in her body, I was always glad to see my Aunt Clara at family functions or reunions.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her funeral will be held this Friday at 12 PM in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Westchester County</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">New York</st1:state></st1:place>. Surrounded by loved ones, friends and family I am hoping that she will feel the love that we will bestow upon her that day as we celebrate not her death, but the life that she led and left behind for us all to remember.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Farewell my sweet sweet aunt. You will be surely missed.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">May you rest in peace!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-31057800568710368022009-05-05T20:07:00.005-04:002009-05-05T20:29:44.979-04:00Happy Cinco de Mayo!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SgDZh6FeiiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Jlt-l5GFwxA/s1600-h/Cinco+de+Mayo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 56px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SgDZh6FeiiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Jlt-l5GFwxA/s400/Cinco+de+Mayo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332501135357807138" border="0" /></a><br />May 5, 2009 marks the 147th Cinco De Mayo.<br /><br />I remember distinctly, when I was a child, some of my Spanish friends celebrating this holiday, but I vaguely remember why it was celebrated.<br /><br />Personally I believe that it should be an American holiday as well, because 4,000Mexican soldiers smashed the French and Mexican army of 8,000 at Puebla, Mexico, 100 miles east of Mexico City, New Mexico on the morning of May 5, 1862. Kind of heroic huh?!? To know more, read <a href="http://www.vivacincodemayo.org/history.htm">here</a>.<br /><br />I wondered if I am qualified to celebrate. Some of my ancestors were Portuguese. :DBIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-77874895549700036002009-04-27T10:00:00.001-04:002009-04-27T14:04:01.879-04:00Come and Meet Mr. Whazitooya!I digress.<br /><br />The hubby is getting on my nerves. Again. Nothing new, he is always getting on my nerves. But this time it is more serious. In the last two weeks of thought of the 'D' word at least five times.<br /><br />No not 'damn', 'dummy', or 'dead as a door nail when I get through with you', but divorce!<br /><br />Here's why.<br /><br />Anyone who has been reading this blog knows that the hubby and I do go to counseling/therapy. Ms. G has recently begun to see us every two weeks instead of every week because she thought we were making such good progress. She thought.<br /><br />Now, this coming up session I am going to tell her that we need to come back every week so that the hubby can begin to learn to use his resources that God gave to him at birth.<br /><br />It's called a piehole. It's the thing one inch right above your chin, and when you stand up straight it sits right under your nose.<br /><br />He uses it to stuff it with food, talk/yell at the kids, talk to the boss, cuss at the TV, and to call loved ones when they are too far away to visit. He uses it for everyone except me. I get the silent treatment.<br /><br />Me <span style="font-style: italic;">addressing the hubby when he comes in from a long day at work</span>: "How was your day"?<br /><br />Hubby <span style="font-style: italic;">with back turned</span>: "Ok".<br /><br />Me <span style="font-style: italic;">frowning</span>: "What was that"?<br /><br />Hubby <span style="font-style: italic;">talking in a higher octave than necessary</span>: "It was okay".<br /><br />Me <span style="font-style: italic;">silently fuming with arms crossed and everything</span>.<br /><br />Hubby <span style="font-style: italic;">using the bathroom and making it smell like something died in there</span>.<br /><br />Me <span style="font-style: italic;">with one can of air freshener sprayed directly at the bathroom door as the hubby comes out of the 'stink room'</span>: "Ummm... you don't smell that"?<br /><br />Hubby <span style="font-style: italic;">ignoring me as he clears his throat and shrugs his shoulder</span>.<br /><br />Me: "Well"?<br /><br />Hubby <span style="font-style: italic;">quietly</span>: "Well what"?<br /><br />Me: "Don't you want to talk about your day"?<br /><br />Hubby: "It was okay".<br /><br />Me: "And what else? And in case you have forgotten I've been holed up in the house with three teens who right now hate me because I made them go to bed after Jay Leno's' monologue and are probably plotting my demise right now as we speak, a 12 year old who picks on her little brother ALL DAY LONG, a six-year old who runs all day even to go so far as to kick in her sleep, and a two year old who loves to wear make-up to bed and screams when I try to remove it. So please, no wise cracks. Just some honest to goodness adult conversation".<br /><br />Hubby <span style="font-style: italic;">blinking at me as I try to catch my breath</span>.<br /><br />Me <span style="font-style: italic;">staring back at him as I try to regain my composure</span>.<br /><br />Hubby<span style="font-style: italic;"> makes a beeline for the bathroom to take a shower.</span><br /><br />Me <span style="font-style: italic;">sighing as I now realize that it is going to be another non-talkative lonely night</span>.<br /><br />**************************************************************************************<br /><br />I really don't want to make the TV my best companion at night as I turn to it to have some normalcy of conversation. Or spend another night fuming in my journal and pressing down so hard on the paper I can read what I wrote six pages ahead. But what else is there to do?<br /><br />I think the hubby forgot that when we agreed to counseling for our marriage we were to get better at communicating, not shutting each other out of our lives.<br /><br />I also realize that he does work two jobs and is under a lot of stress and maybe making conversation at 11:30 PM when everyone is just beginning to look at the back of their eyelids is probably not the best time to converse.<br /><br />But then what is?!?BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-74214115015946425032009-04-22T07:00:00.005-04:002009-04-22T13:50:49.848-04:00So Dorable!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SeUktXTAcaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/60OCVLVhpdI/s1600-h/adorableblogcopy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SeUktXTAcaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/60OCVLVhpdI/s320/adorableblogcopy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324702496201929122" border="0" /></a><br />I was given another award. I am so late in acknowledging it. I apologize <a href="http://greigbery.blogspot.com">Mrs. GB</a>. But thank you <a href="http://greigbery.blogspot.com/">Mrs. GB</a>. Check her out everyone, she is a joy to read!<br /><br />I am so happy that I have been awarded by posting my thoughts, feelings and intimate life that I hold so dear and private to myself. I feel so rewarded for just having had made friends and have them cheer me on, cry with me, laugh with me (or at) and congratulate me on anything that I am doing good on. I feel so blessed and very fortunate that I have all of you blogreaders who are so kind to even take your time and read a little bit of what's going on in my life. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!<br /><br />*Ahem Ahem*<br /><br />Now that I have given you all of your due praise I now will award the very people who have made my blogging experience so enjoyable. The rules are to:<br /><br />Include the award logo in your blog or post.<br />Nominate as many blogs which you like.<br />Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.<br />Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.<br />Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.<br /><br />So my fellow nominees are:<br />1. <a href="http://akilahsakai.blogspot.com/">Akilah</a><br />2. <a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com/">Sheri</a><br />3.<a href="http://nabfamily.blogspot.com/">Ashley</a><br />4. <a href="http://gemmerzz.com/">Gemmerzz</a><br />5. <a href="http://meonlydifferent.blogspot.com/">The Mind of Mom</a><br />6. <a href="http://areservationforsix.blogspot.com/">Rachel</a><br />7. <a href="http://clevergirlgoesblog.blogspot.com/">Tia</a><br />8. <a href="http://ramblingon-bill.blogspot.com/">Mr. Bill </a>(no offense Bill, but I find you adorable)<br />9. <a href="http://jannabee2.blogspot.com/">Janna Bee</a><br />10. <a href="http://talkinwithteenie.blogspot.com/">Tina</a><br />11. <a href="http://randomthoughtsbypylie.blogspot.com/">Kylie</a><br />12. <a href="http://greigbery.blogspot.com/">Heather</a> (right back at ya babe!)<br />13. <a href="http://carmasez.blogspot.com/">Carma Sez</a><br />14. <a href="http://lucyslifeinsuburbworld.blogspot.com/">Lucy</a><br />15. <a href="http://punkybean.blogspot.com/">Kelly</a><br />16. <a href="http://a-world-of-stone.blogspot.com/">Stone</a><br />17. <a href="http://mimiwrites.blogspot.com/">Mimi Lenox</a><br />18. <a href="http://bernthis.com/">Jessica</a><br />19. <a href="http://athomeatlast.blogspot.com/">Chris</a><br />20. <a href="http://lillyslife.com/">Lilly</a><br />21. <a href="http://www.everydaybitch.com/">Cyndi</a><br />22. <a href="http://cmlk79.blogspot.com/">Christine</a><br />23. <a href="http://brendasusan.blogspot.com/">Brenda Susan</a><br />24. <a href="http://curlytailsandtights.blogspot.com/">Sara</a><br />25. <a href="http://newsomi.blogspot.com/">Nilsa</a><br />26. <a href="http://luckythirteenandcounting.com/">Sandi</a><br />27. <a href="http://julesjewelsandjunque.blogspot.com/">Julie Rose</a><br />28. <a href="http://brendalousplace.blogspot.com/">Brenda Lou</a><br />29. <a href="http://speedcathollydale.blogspot.com/">Speedcat Hollydale</a><br />30. <a href="http://speak-on-it.com">Deutlich</a><br /><br />Well, I hope those of you reading enjoy the blogs listed. I hope my nominees like the award. And all of you have a good and happy EARTH DAY!<br /><br />Until then...BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-72768517701558465732009-04-19T15:02:00.004-04:002009-04-19T15:07:17.999-04:00Tri-UMPH!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/Set1xTdaM2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Q7igXh2JksA/s1600-h/quote_156_375.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/Set1xTdaM2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Q7igXh2JksA/s400/quote_156_375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326480474193408866" border="0" /></a>And when you do give life a try, give it some UMPH! I know I can use a little of it myself!<br /><br />Thanks for hanging with me guys. Will post soon.<br /><br />Watch as the drama unfolds....BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-89216851945867718542009-04-10T20:27:00.006-04:002009-04-10T23:08:35.746-04:00Friday Favorites #3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SeAItHTT6pI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6DStLhjZo6M/s1600-h/FF+button.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SeAItHTT6pI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6DStLhjZo6M/s320/FF+button.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323264330699106962" border="0" /></a><br />I have now officially joined the fan club of <a href="http://jannabee2.blogspot.com/">Janna Bee</a>. She is a mom ( like me), sweet (more than me), is funny (I am trying), and loves her hubby (well three out of four is not too bad).<br /><br />Just joking people! I love the hubby. As you can see, he is my favorite subject. LOL!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Antyways</span>, I have the real deal here and what has made my week thus so far!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Monday</span><br /></div>I fiercely felt like I was suffocating and then realized that I was having a good all panic attack. Yeah Monday!<br /><br />Kids got on the bus okay, tried to get on the computer (failed 'cause of the lovely eyes), wanted to exercise but the treadmill yelled at me, so I did the next best thing. Slept until midday and then ordered in for pizza from Domino's for dinner. Kids are so grateful and sooo easy to please!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Tuesday</span><br /></div>Cried with the hubby as we watched little girl who was killed in CA mother cry as she tried to talk to Matt Lauer on the Today show. We haven't shared an intimate moment like that in a long time. I then realized that you can be very intimate just sharing a tearful moment together. We prayed for all the little boys and girls who are missing their moms and dads, and for all the moms and dads whose little ones are still missing.<br /><br />Got on the computer and learned that <a href="http://greigbery.blogspot.com/">Mrs. GB</a> gave me an awesome award. Thanks girlfriend!<br /><br />Watched DWTS without any pain, then caught 'The Biggest Loser' and cried. I so felt so guilty that I didn't exercise with Jillian.<br /><br />Kids went to bed with no complaints. Hubby stole into bed at exactly 11:30 PM and didn't snore until 2 AM.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Wednesday<br /></div>Made an appointment with Dr. W for my eyes. Was very nervous but in too much pain to put up a fight. My insurance wouldn't cover the exam, but the receptionist assured me that I will be reimbursed by the insurance company since that insurance is not being covered for any vision eye care in the area. Love the country!<br /><br />Watched the History channel and learned the real significance behind Passover. I love learning something new everyday!<br /><br />Watched a new episode of 'LOST' and thoroughly enjoyed it. Minus the washcloth, just sat back and relaxed. Help was on the way!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Thursday</span><br /></div>Got my meds and new glasses prescription filled. Applied the magic eyedrops and instantly felt better. Hubby was there supporting me every step of the way. He went into work late because of me, but he is such a dear.<br /><br />Thanked Oprah as I caught the last half-hour of her show with Dr. Laura Bergman as she talked about explaining masturbation and pleasure to your daughters. Essentially, it was all about the "sex talk". I will be blushing for a whole month as I remember my Divas' face of horrorification as she listened to something that I have NEVER thought to discuss. Kudos to Oprah. You now have mothers everywhere like me wondering will they get 'those' questions.<br /><br />Watched 'CSI' without any pain, and 'Harper's Island'. Felt grateful that my eyes were getting some relief and I was able to watch TV without any pain.<br /><br />Slept well that night in more than a month.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Friday<br /></div>Grateful to see that Virginia Tech is now ready to open Norris Hall after the deadly shooting that claimed the lives of sooo many innocent people. I am just glad that hubby decided to take a semester off when the shooting did occur. My condolences to those who lost loved ones in that unnecessary massacre.<br /><br />Watched the news and was relieved to see that the economy or the stock market seems to be leveling off somewhat. Okay, but some kind of news is better than no news.<br /><br />And how did your week go? Enjoy the Easter weekend everyone!BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-73775416643416176842009-04-10T20:18:00.004-04:002009-04-10T20:26:27.735-04:00What I See and Have to Say About Blogging<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/Sd_i7il0cHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_n_WxtETQuI/s1600-h/blowing+top.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/Sd_i7il0cHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_n_WxtETQuI/s320/blowing+top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323222797100806258" border="0"></a><br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CBIBI%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">Okay I have to confess what has happened to me for the last few weeks and why my blogs have been sparse and far from being constant.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">As you all who read and do follow, you have seen that I have been very diligent in posting to my blog at least three times a week daily. I also would comment often and a lot! That excluding the month of February when I posted everyday for 28 days.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Not bad, but still I haven’t come close to the reason why.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I now have to wear glasses.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">For the last 8 weeks I’ve had a hard time staying on the computer for more than two hours at a time. So<font style=""> </font>I would be on the computer and would try to comment on as many blogs as possible, shut down the laptop, take some meds for my headache, get back on, eyes burn to the point where I feel as if someone has taken a candle to my eyes, shut down the computer/laptop, rest then do it all over again.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Tiresome right? Wait it gets better!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Two weeks ago, I couldn’t look at the computer before my eyes would tear and burn and I would have an incredible headache. This led to my seeing an ophthalmologist yesterday since I last seen an eye doc in 1993.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So I officially have a very lazy left eye that is causing my right eye to work harder because it is not pulling its weight around here. So watching TV was a chore where I had to always have a hot washcloth handy to put over my eyes during the commercials.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I didn’t dare drive at night for fear I’d go over a ditch and land in a pasture decorated with cow poo-poo.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And I so badly wanted to read a book besides ‘New Moon’ but the large print selection at the library did not look too tempting.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So there you have it, the excuse of the week (or the last two weeks). Now I can type in bed, in the kitchen, in the commode if I want to thanks in all to these wonderful eye drops courtesy of Dr. W and some wonderful painkillers that make me feel as limp as a noodle. I’ll get my wonderful glasses next week soon as they fill in the prescription. Oh YAY me!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sorry if the sarcasm is extra heavy today. I don’t like celebrating the fact that my age has caught up with my eyes.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-55782758476119633082009-04-07T20:53:00.003-04:002009-04-07T21:12:22.092-04:00Tuesday Smile: Then the Fight Started...<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CBIBI%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><font style="" size="12" face="""><font size="3">Then the fight started...<br /><br /><br /><br />My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed.<br /><br />I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?" "No," she answered.<br /><br />I then said, "Is that your final answer?" She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying "Yes."<br /><br />So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."<br /><br />And that's when the fight started....<br /><br />*********************************************************************<br /><br />I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary?"<br /><br />It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.<br /><br />"Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said.<br /><br />So I suggested, "How about the kitchen?"<br /><br />And that's when the fight started....<br /><br />**********************************************************************<br /><br />Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage.<br /><br />I hooked up the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.<br /><br />The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.<br /><br />I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.<br /><br />I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.'<br /><br />My loving wife of 10 years replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?'<br /><br />And then the fight started ...<br /><br />*********************************************************************<br /><br />I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95.<br /><br />Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95.<br /><br />I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream.<br /><br />And then the fight started....<br /><br />*********************************************************************<br /><br />A woman was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.<br /><br />She was not happy with what she saw and said to her husband, 'I feel<br /><br />horrible; I look old, fat and ugly.<br /><br />I really need you to pay me a compliment.'<br /><br />The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'<br /><br />And then the fight started.....<br /><br />*********************************************************************<br /><br />I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.<br /><br />"I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please."<br /><br />He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?""<br /><br />Nah, she can order for herself."<br /><br />And then the fight started...<br /><br />*********************************************************************<br /><br />My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept<br /><br />staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.<br /><br />My wife asked, 'Do you know her?'<br /><br />'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.'<br /><br />'My God!' said my wife, 'who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?'<br /><br />And then the fight started...<br /><br />*********************************************************************<br /><br />After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security.<br /><br />The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age.<br /><br />I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home.<br /><br />I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.<br /><br />The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt.' So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.<br /><br />She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.<br /><br />When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.<br /><br />She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.'<br /><br />And then the fight started...<br /><br />*********************************************************************<br /><br />When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace<br /><br />expensive... so, I took her to a gas station.<br /><br />And then the fight started...<br /><br />**********************************************************************<br /><br />My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.<br /><br />She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.<br /><br />I bought her a scale.<br /><br />And then the fight started...<br /><br />*********************************************************************<br /><br />My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels.<br /><br />She asked, 'What's on TV?'<br /><br />I said, 'Dust.<br /><br />And then the fight started...<br /><br /><br />Tehehehe... You all have a good one and enjoy!</font><br /></font>BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-20346433938337351252009-04-04T07:00:00.000-04:002009-04-04T07:42:50.865-04:00So Real, I Must Be Dreaming!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SddElS38d7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/1xqeClmVNLA/s1600-h/4-4-2009+7%3B02%3B17+AM.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/SddElS38d7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/1xqeClmVNLA/s200/4-4-2009+7%3B02%3B17+AM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320796892273866674" border="0"></a><br /><font size="1">My little "ladies"<br /><br /></font></div><br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CBIBI%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">Ever had one of those moments in life that felt so real, looked so real, that you just had to be dreaming?!? I did.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The hubby and I like to go for walks. And since we like to walk but not on the country roads, we usually take a ride into town, walk the track at the University and then perhaps do some shopping afterwards before going home.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well we did that this particular day, and decided to leave Tia home with the children. No biggie right?!? She always does some baby-sitting on the side to earn a few bucks.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So, the hubby and I are walking and enjoying our little time together. Usually I have my cell phone on and with me as I walk, but this particular day I decide ‘nahhh, the kids never call me so I’ll leave it in the truck’.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">An hour has passed and the hubs and I are still walking. Little did I know my cell phone is ringing off the hook with Tia trying to reach me.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The hubby and I decide that we don’t need to go to the store, and take the scenic route home. I never once looked at my phone to see if the children had called or anything, I am just enjoying life and just peachy.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I get home and my front door is wide open, and Tamara is in the doorway crying. My momma sense kicks in and I immediately begin to open my door as the car is still rolling up the driveway. I would have jumped out as well if the hubby hadn’t grabbed me.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I storm into the house, ready to take on the world when I notice that all of the kids are gathered in the living room and crying. I immediately see that Trinity is not there.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Where’s my baby?” I ask, looking at all of them and they immediately begin sobbing like they feel guilty.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I panic and look at Tia, who is by the way crying silently and looks the guiltiest of all.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Mom, Trinity is gone.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My mind takes a moment to register as I try to process the word ‘gone’.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Like gone to heaven gone or just decided to walk off into the forest as if trying to runaway. And remember answer correctly because she IS only two years old”.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know who he was. He said that he came from the American Beauty contest and that he was to pick her up and take her to the station in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Richmond</st1:place></st1:city> and that …”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I put up my hand to silence her. Strangely quiet and calm I don’t realize that I am shaking. The hubby is still outside twinkling with his truck and has not come in yet. I know this because I hear this low rumble that reaches a pitch in tone, then levels out, then reaches a pitch, then levels out. Strange sound to take notice of when your child has been potentially kidnapped but hey that’s me, taking it all in.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">By this time I am stuttering to make sense of my words; “Wwwhat, wwhen, and how did this happen?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I look up and notice that my eldest son is gone and that Tamara is gone as well. I shrug guessing that they couldn’t handle it and went into their room for privacy.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Tia by this point is crying uncontrollably and I can’t console her. I can’t move. The hubs is still outside and I look out the still open front door and wonder where in the heck is my truck?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Tia comes up behind me, and has miraculously stopped crying and says; “He also took your truck.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I slump to the floor as I have been hit with a six-pack. MY TRUCK! Who on God’s green earth would want to steal my truck? It never did anything to anybody, let alone break down and cause anyone any harm. MY TRUCK?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The hubs shows up in the doorway by now and has my cell phone in his hand.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“You missed your calls.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“My truck is missing along with Trinity.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“What?!?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“I said, that our reliable daughter here let some creep into our home, let him take Trinity on the pretense that he was from some ‘Reliable Baking Company’, and he must have stole my spare key from the bureau in the vestibule when no one was looking and decided to take my truck instead on his way out. Which by the way is weird because his car is nowhere to be seen.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Oh.”<font style=""> </font>He looked like he was in shock. Couldn’t tell because he decided to pick up some fruit and bite into it at this point.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I then realize the magnitude of the situation and realize that my baby, my little girl is missing! Missing.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I then scream, and fall out flat on the floor. I come to and realize that Tamara is laughing. She is watching a home video tape of Trinity and laughing at the dance that she is doing. I look at the TV screen and immediately start to cry.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Meanwhile, I am crying and wanting to move but can’t and wondering all at the same time, ‘Where in the heck is the Police? The hubby should have called them by now.'</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nope he hasn’t. And that sound came back. The low rumble that goes up and down in pitch like someone is grumbling in the back of their throat.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I go outside for some fresh air, and then decide to hop in the truck to go look for Trinity. I call out to her: “Don’t worry baby, momma is gonna find you!”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I look all over the small town, crying and looking, looking and crying, picturing my daughter crying and holding and out her hands in some strangers arms waiting for me to come rescue her.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I start to drive back home as the sun sets and pull up into my driveway. There is a limo parked in our driveway and the children are surrounded around it. This guy comes out of the limo and begins to pat my son on the head. He looks strangely familiar but I can’t place him.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I park the hubby’s truck and realize that Trinity is standing with the children. I am so happy I forget to put the truck in ‘park’, I felt like a small kick in my back, and I then hop out of the truck to go see who this person is as well as figure out how my daughter came back home.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I walk up to the limo asking myself ‘who is this person?’ ‘Is he the one who stole my baby?’ ‘He is very, very familiar whoever he is’.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I get a closer look as I come upon the limo and see that the person standing in front of me is Edward. Edward as in ‘Twilight’s’ Edward.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He turns to look at me and says “Hey how’s it going?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I had no time to reply before the rest of the Cullen family popped out of the limo all dressed in their baseball gear as if ready to play a game. And they have Jacob with them as well.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I soon forget all about Trinity missing, my truck is gone, and that the hubby for some strange reason is now making me upset because he won’t stop snoring.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“You can come on in Edward, but the rest of you have to stay outside.” They don’t look so surprised that I have said that and just go into the neighboring field and start to play ball. Without any thunder or rain clouds. They don’t need it, their lousy ball players and don’t strike not one ball.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Edward is standing in my doorway and telling me: “Come on let’s watch a movie.” I look at him and want to say ‘You know what, lets invite Emmet in and see if he wants to see the movie as well.’ But I don’t say it because I don’t want to hurt his feelings and let it be known that I think Emmet is cuter than Edward, but ah well!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Okay, I admit it I am not the brightest light bulb in the ceiling light fixture, but when I awoke from this dream I just knew that it was real. So real that I had to pinch the hubby and get Trinity’s foot out of my back as I quietly got out of bed and on the computer to jot this all down before I forgot.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now, do you think I am weird because I dream so vividly? You decide!</p> BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-21289526896186875582009-03-31T23:14:00.000-04:002009-03-31T23:14:15.793-04:00Tuesday Smile: Life Lesson<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CBIBI%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="Edit-Time-Data" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CBIBI%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_editdata.mso"><!--[if !mso]> <style> v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapelayout ext="edit"> <o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"> </o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">You don’t have to be mom to enjoy this one.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <font style="" size="12" face="""><font size="3">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.<br /><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br />Reading his mom's thoughts, Brian volunteered, 'I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you Jennifer and I are just roommates.'<br /><br /><br />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?'<br /><br /><br />Brian said, 'Well, I doubt it, but I'll send her an e-mail just to be sure.'<br /><br /><br />So he sat down and wrote:<br /><br />Dear Mom,<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Love, Brian<br /><br /><br />Several days later, Brian received an email back from his mother that read:<br /><br /><br />Dear Son,<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Love, Mom<br /><br /><br />LESSON OF THE DAY - NEVER LIE TO YOUR MOTHER!<br /><br /></font><font style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" size="2">Thanks Sparkle1978 @ Sparkpeople.com</font><br /><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"> <v:stroke joinstyle="miter"> <v:formulas> <v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"> <v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"> <v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"> <v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"> <v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"> <v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"> <v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"> <v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"> <v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"> <v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"> <v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"> <v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"> </v:formulas> <v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"> <o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"> </v:shapetype><v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="emoticon" style="'width:31.5pt;height:31.5pt'"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\BIBI\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.gif" href="http://www.sparkpeople.com/assets/diet/emoticons/e30.gif"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></font>BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-79928375841901296692009-03-27T14:52:00.003-04:002009-03-27T22:22:04.472-04:00Friday Favorites #2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/Sc2I2751oGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hJJc3Lv56ek/s1600-h/friday+favorite.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/Sc2I2751oGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hJJc3Lv56ek/s400/friday+favorite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318057212369018978" border="0"></a><br />Well, it's my second week of Friday favorites with <a href="http://jannabee2.blogspot.com/">Janana Bee</a>. 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."<br /><br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CBIBI%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Monday</p> <p class="MsoNormal">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.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It would have been a very difficult task for me, as I was sleeping off the monthly cramps. How cruel Mother Nature can be!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Tuesday</p> <p class="MsoNormal">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.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Wednesday</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Took the risky trip to <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Richmond</st1:place></st1:city> 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.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Thursday</p> <p class="MsoNormal">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.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Grateful also to the many people who have read and responded to my posts this week. You all are too kind!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Friday</p> <p class="MsoNormal">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?!?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">*groan whine* I ache all over!<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I hope that you all enjoyed your week as well. Have a great weekend!</p><br />BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-19830042642536009452009-03-26T10:06:00.006-04:002009-03-26T10:56:39.763-04:00Get In. Sit Down. Shut Up. Hold On.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScuVvD90P6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/cW167LeF3CA/s1600-h/ford+truck+expedition.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScuVvD90P6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/cW167LeF3CA/s320/ford+truck+expedition.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317508420791975842" border="0"></a><br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CBIBI%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">Well, I did it again.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I went to therapy and let the hubby drive again, against my better judgment. Against ALL better judgment.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Needless to say, I wanted to leave at 8:30 but we left at 9:03.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">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.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me: </font>“Why are you swerving? I’m getting nauseous just trying to keep in time to the swaying.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby:</font> “I’m trying to make up for lost time.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</font> “No duh. But you can drive at a reasonable speed limit and let some of the cars past you. This is not a race.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hubby immediately slows down to 55 MPH. The speed limit is 65.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">***driving, driving, driving***</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">looking at my watch as the time rolls by and we haven’t reached the next county yet</font> “You know the speed limit IS 65 MPH.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hubby immediately speeds up. He then fiddles with the radio and turns to ‘The Steve Harvey Show’.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We listen contently as a girl named Mikka is interviewing bachelors for a date in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Chicago</st1:place></st1:city>, fully paid for by Steve Harvey.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">***driving, driving, driving***</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</font> “Whoa! Slow down and let Shamu of the highway get past you. Damn trucks always hogging the road.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby</font>: “What did you call that truck?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me: </font>“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.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby: </font><font style="font-style: italic;">Chuckling </font>“Your silly.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me: </font><font style="font-style: italic;">sourly</font> “I’m glad to be of some amusement to you.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">***driving, driving, driving***</p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</font> “Pew whee, do you smell that?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby:</font> “Yeah. The farmers must be out early fertilizing their land.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">voice muffled as I try to talk with both of my hands covering my nose and mouth</font> “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?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby:</font> “That’s not cow manure, it’s human sludge.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me: </font><font style="font-style: italic;">voice muffled as I am still covering my nose and mouth </font>“Na-uh. Stop joking around. They wouldn’t use human waste for farmland.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby: </font><font style="font-style: italic;">looking at me as if I just came from the planet bobble head</font> “Hon, this is <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Amelia</st1:placename> <st1:placename st="on">County</st1:placename></st1:place>. Welcome to human sludge wastelands <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">U.S.A.</st1:place></st1:country-region>”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</font> “Oh my God!” <font style="font-style: italic;">Momentarily forgetting to cover my mouth and nose, and quickly covering them back up again.</font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby:</font> “You know I heard that it is a good fertilizer for your hair as well. Want to stop and get some?”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me: </font><font style="font-style: italic;">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.</font> “Ha. Ha. And ha! I’m so glad that you find yourself sooo amusing.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby: </font><font style="font-style: italic;">pouting</font> “Well I’m just saying…”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</font> “Why? I don’t think that joking about.. WHOA! Slow down! You almost hit that car!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby:</font> “Too late. I’m way ahead of you.”<br /><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me: </font>“But you did almost hit them.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby:</font> “Well, then he should watch where he puts his car in front of someone then.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</font> “Why can’t you admit that you almost hit that car?”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby: </font><font style="font-style: italic;">Turning to me as if his neck is possessed by the devil with a frown on his forehead to match </font>“Please let me drive!”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I back off, because he IS driving. Plus I want to get there in one piece.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">***driving, driving, driving, driving***</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Hubby is beginning to nod off.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</font> “Dude, watch the road.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby: </font>“I’m alright, I’m alright.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">grumbling under my breath</font> “You NEED to watch the road.”</p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby:</font> “Wanna drive?”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</font> “You betcha damn skippy.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby:</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">sighs as he shakes his head awake and shifts in his seat </font>“You know I can drive.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me: </font>“No argument here.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby:</font> <font style="font-style: italic;">yawning. Hard. With his mouth open.</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-style: italic;"><br /></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me: </font>“Pew whee!! Did you eat cheese this morning?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby:</font> “Yup!”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me: </font><font style="font-style: italic;">mumbling under my breath as I roll down the window </font>“Good God have mercy.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">***driving, driving, driving***</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">We finally reach our destination, and I announce that I would drive home. The hubby shrugged me off. I took it as a yes.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">*** ONE HOUR LATER***</p><p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I race to the truck and get in the drivers seat. The hubster didn’t have a chance.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I adjusted the seat, fixed my mirrors, popped in my Whitney Houston Greatest hits CD.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hubby sat in the passenger seat, leaned back and folded his arms across his stomach.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">***driving, driving, and more driving ***</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">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.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nope. No luck. He is still awake, gripping his knees and frowning.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">***driving, driving, driving ***</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">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.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me: </font>“What’s wrong?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby:</font> “I was trying to sleep but I can’t.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</font> “Why can’t you?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font style="font-weight: bold;">Hubby:</font> “I liked your nagging this morning better than this singing of yours.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Damn, I thought I sounded good.</p> BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-1964453317251863142009-03-22T19:45:00.007-04:002009-03-22T20:19:44.578-04:00I Heart Twilight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScbTj8hgMGI/AAAAAAAAAU4/luhW7oMArRs/s1600-h/twilight+cast.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScbTj8hgMGI/AAAAAAAAAU4/luhW7oMArRs/s320/twilight+cast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316169024652980322" border="0" /></a><br />Okay since it's release yesterday I have officially watched Twilight 6 times!!<br /><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br />Well, not Titanic, but you get the picture.<br /><br /><br />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 <span style="font-weight: bold;">mean</span> relatives once upon a time.<br /><br /><br />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!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScbTuDeS3PI/AAAAAAAAAVA/eR0mr2J3yrs/s1600-h/dark+shadows.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScbTuDeS3PI/AAAAAAAAAVA/eR0mr2J3yrs/s320/dark+shadows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316169198317264114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />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!!"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScbVFZvBHDI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tHJ16jGkOMs/s1600-h/new+moon+book.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScbVFZvBHDI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tHJ16jGkOMs/s320/new+moon+book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316170698941602866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Antyways</span>, 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...<br /><br /><br />Well, you get the picture.BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-39909168666301837692009-03-20T18:43:00.009-04:002009-03-20T23:21:27.928-04:00Friday Favorites #1Okay, I am new to this Friday Favorites by <a href="http://jannabee2.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-favorites-6.html">Janna Bee</a>. You are to list the things that got you through the week.<br /><br /><br />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!<br /><br /><br />I'm not know to be very subtle.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Antyways</span>, things that pulled me through this week:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Monday</span><br />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.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Tuesday</span><br />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!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScRZx3BrqlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/2kK0wgNOZd0/s1600-h/jillian+michaels.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScRZx3BrqlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/2kK0wgNOZd0/s320/jillian+michaels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315472173323496018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Wednesday</span><br />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!!<br /><br />Thanks to <a href="http://nabfamily.blogspot.com/">Ashley</a> 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.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Thursday</span><br />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'.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScRao10pukI/AAAAAAAAAUo/XQTtLZUZe7k/s1600-h/running_sunset.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScRao10pukI/AAAAAAAAAUo/XQTtLZUZe7k/s320/running_sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315473117893212738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Friday</span><br />Thanks headache for keeping me in the bed. I sooo needed the rest!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Join <a href="http://jannebee2.blogspot.com/">Jannabee </a>and grab the graphic to post your Friday Favorites!BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267169612943344629.post-38654534821903976852009-03-18T22:26:00.015-04:002009-03-18T23:32:18.223-04:00I'd Like To Thank The Academy...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScG0DMoGLmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/UrKVsLTKMpU/s1600-h/sisterhoodaward.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScG0DMoGLmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/UrKVsLTKMpU/s400/sisterhoodaward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314727002295905890" border="0" /></a>I don't feel sassy. I don't look sassy. I don't sound sassy. And I definitely don't have the sassy look.<br /><br /><br />Yet somehow, somewhere, someone figured out the inner sassiness in me and has awarded me accordingly.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://nabfamily.blogspot.com/">Ashley</a>, 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 <span style="font-weight: bold;">woman</span>). With an upbeat attitude and always showing her gratitude for life, I truly feel lucky to have her as a blogging friend!<br /><br /><br />Make sure you check <a href="http://nabfamily.blogspot.com">her</a> out and leave her some love!<br /><br /><br />When I think of a sassy person I see a talkative brassy person not afraid to speak <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">her</span> mind. Notice the emphasize on the word her? Can you see a man being sassy?!?<br /><br /><br />(Picture what Miss J. Alexander from ANTM<br />would say right now)<br />Never mind, Miss J. is clearly too picturesque for words. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScG4EYlhnmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OXh6qFv702A/s1600-h/Miss+j+alexander.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6OZ815mgrI/ScG4EYlhnmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OXh6qFv702A/s320/Miss+j+alexander.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314731420732726882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I just want to take this opportunity to thank <a href="http://nabfamily.blogspot.com">Ashley</a> right now and mention the ten bloggers who I believe are sassy as well.<br /><br /><br />Welcome to the sisterhood!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://akailahsakai.blogspot.com/">Akilah Sakai</a><br /><a href="http://randomthoughtsbykylie.blogspot.com/">Kylie</a><br /><a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com/">Sheri</a><br /><a href="http://everydaybitch.com/">Cyndi</a><br /><a href="http://lucyslifeinsuburbworld.blogspot.com/">Lucy</a><br /><a href="http://punkybean.blogspot.com">Kelly</a><br /><a href="http://gemmerzz.com/">Gemmerzz</a><br /><a href="http://meonlydifferent.blogspot.com/">The Mind Of a Mom</a><br /><a href="http://carmasez.blogspot.com/">Carma Sez</a><br /><a href="http://talkinwithteenie.blogspot.com/">Tina</a><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br />Any ladies who were not tagged personally by me, this means you as well!!<br /><br /><br />Spread the love!BIBIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13692584590115006579noreply@blogger.com16