Heading Out

Jon and I are finally going to take a much needed break and head to our favorite little cabin in the woods for a few days. It has been snowing where we're going and this little cabin is right on the river. It's old, rustic and has a wood burning stove. Need I say more.

So we're packing some books, food, good wine, the dog (yes, this is one of Bozley's favorite places in the whole world - right after grandma and grandpa's) and all our 'snow clothes' and heading out for a few days. That is one great thing about living in Bend. I can head 50 miles down the road and be on vacation.

I hope you all have a great weekend. I know I will.

A Little Humor And A Caption

Ok - I only made it a few days but I need some humor in my life. So bring all your witty, fun-loving friends over and caption this photo for me. Should you submit the winning caption, I will throw accolades and buckets of praise at you and post your name and wittiness for all to see on my sidebar. It'll be awesome. (And keep it clean - I don't want to have to dole out any verbal spankings. That can get ugly.)

Let's have some f-u-n.

See You Next Week...Maybe

So I'll be taking a break from the blog thing for the week. Not even sure I'll be around to leave my ridiculously sassy and irritating comments, so if you wonder where I've gone, you'll know. (Although I may try to answer emails...)

Anyway, have a fab-o week and all that jazz.

Ridiculous Item of Week

I have decided to start a weekly post based on the ridiculousness of Oregon because I don't feel it's fair to keep this all to myself. I am going to choose one news item from the week and write about it. If you hear something truly ridiculous about Oregon, feel free to send it my way.

Ever heard of Sam Adams? No, I'm not referring to that tasty beer we all enjoy or one of the Founding Father of this great nation. No, I'm talking about the Mayor of Portland, Oregon's City of Roses.

Seems Sam is in a little hot water with his constituents since it has come to light that he started an inappropriate relationship with a 17 year old intern. While Sam admits that he stole a few kisses when the intern was 17, they didn't actually have sex until the intern was two weeks into his 18th year. Yes, you read that right. Portland was very proud of their first openly-homosexual mayor, until they found out he's a pedophile. The citizens are now calling for his resignation but you know how that goes with public servants.

Hey Sam, I think you should do the honorable thing (and I use honorable loosely because you're in this situation due to dishonorable acts) and resign. And if you're looking for something to do, I hear the position of the 2009 Rose Festival Queen is still available.

Sam, you are ridiculous.

Survival From 'The Look', A Guys Guide

This morning, Sherri had a post referring to her 'Stink eye' look. I know we all have a 'look' and so I emailed my husband regarding said look. Specifically, what goes through the male brain when they are on the receiving end of 'the look'. Jon is a smart man. He didn't come clean with what exactly goes through his mind in these moments, but instead, came up with a handy-dandy little guide for men on how to survive 'the look'.

5 Point Survival Guide for Men
by Jon W. Birky

You all know 'the Look'... those of us with mothers, daughters, wives or sisters have seen it all too often. Pity those of us that have all four.

This 'look' I speak of is one that immediately sends chills down the spine... droplets of sweat bead up on the head bone as your brain races with the intensity of a 7,400 rpm shift- frantically searching your memory banks for the error of your ways. What did I do? When did I do it? And more importantly, how can I possibly reach the level of empathy required to release this woman's eyebrow from its unnaturally elevated state before the next basketball game starts?

As a young, 'enthusiastically driven' lad, I possessed an inherent ability to invoke the aforementioned look on a regular basis. I quickly learned that the amount of groveling I would need to evoke was directly related to the specific height of said eyebrow. I specifically mention the left brow because the right brow is reserved for members of the female species. The unfortunate males who may have inadvertently witnessed the right eyebrow at full mast, are typically unable to speak of it due to the sheer horror of the event.

Please allow me to offer you the benefit of my experience in this matter. I recommend that you read this over and over until you have committed it to memory, to the point that you will react instinctively when faced with this unfortunate scenario. Do not be so foolish as to think you are immune to this, it very well could save your life.

1. Look down immediately. Never make direct eye contact. Slumping the shoulders may help as well. (depending on the heightened level of the brow, you may want to get on your knees.)

2. Beg. Grovel. Cry if you need to. Your mission in life right now is to lower the brow as quickly as possible.

3. Offer up sacrifices. Flowers, Physical evidence of your undying Love, Jewelry, etc. Again, this is entirely dependant on the level of your stupidity.

4. Admit you were/are a moron. Without exception, you must take full responsibility for the wrongs your stupidity has caused this woman.

5. Praise her existence repeatedly. Let her know that she is totally the bomb, and your life would have been absolutely meaningless without her in it.

Perhaps this was helpful to you, but let me make one suggestion. Men, you should practice #5 on a regular basis. Regardless of whether you receive 'the look' or not.

Lazy Day #2, Getting Along

** In honor of lazy day #2, I am re-posting my 2nd post. It was my humorous attempt at saying, 'hey, why can't the ex and I just get along for the kids sake?' I know there are a gazillion ex-spouses in this very situation and it really is too bad since the kids are the ones who are affected the most. You'd think a bunch of 'adults' could figure this out...' **

My ex-husband and I don't get along. At all. His wife and I don't get along either. It's a sad thing really. Just yesterday my 12 year old son told me that he wished his dad and I could get along like my husband and his ex-wife do(I hear you son, I really do). They have a great relationship. My husband made a decision when he got divorced that he would do whatever it takes to have a positive relationship with his ex-wife for the kids' sake. Well, it has paid off and they get along lovely. They converse via phone, shoot emails back and forth, sit within the same vicinity of each other at the kids' extracurricular events, heck - they even rode together to another town to watch their daughter perform in a play, just to save gas. (Now, I'll admit that I was not particularly comfortable with or happy about that and it's not because I'm jealous of his ex or anything like that. It's strictly a woman thing and I'm sure I was just being pissy because that is my job in situations like these. (I did give him my 'whatever' blessing just that once because I knew he was doing it show his kids the importance of their mom and him having a good relationship. But now that they know how great the relationship is, can't we just stick to phone calls and emails from now on?)

As for my ex-husband and me, the battle started soon after our divorce - 6 months after to be exact- when he moved in with his current wife and her two kids. Now I'm not going to get into all of the particulars of why we can't get along, or begin a great 'hash-fest' of everything they have done that is horrible and immature according to Annie because that hasn't solved anything so far and in my educated guess it still won't. Also, they have their own list a mile long and admittedly, I have done my share of being the big 'B' word, digging my heels in and doling out the verbal-spankings because I am the 'mama bear' and I have to protect my young. There have been some actions I have taken that have been justified and some not so much. And if I could take back the 'unjustified just to be a pain in the butt and seek revenge because I am human and want them to suffer for hurting the kids' stuff I would. Both sides have been pretty darn stubborn and crummy at times and I want to know when do we just draw the line in the sand and say enough is enough, can't we all just get along for the kids' sake?

Wouldn't it be great if we could just sit down and have the 'Ultimate Forgiveness Olympics' or UFO for short? Instead of 'Let the Games Begin' it could be 'The Games Stop Here' or 'It's All About the Kids'. Sportsmanship would be of utmost importance - like no unnecessary dissing the other side(honestly stating how we have felt or feel about the other person is allowed as long as it's done in a non-hostile manner), no throwing F-bombs, no name calling, and we could call a time-out if we need to regroup and get re-focused on the ultimate outcome should those involved start getting a little tense. We could do the 'I Accept Responsibility for My Own Actions' game and it would go something like this: I accept the fact that I have at times in the past said horrible things, flung dirt and called you (but never your kids) bad names, held grudges and withheld forgiveness, been stubborn and hard to get along with, secretly wished you'd get four flat tires while driving down the road, and thought not-very-nice things about you. It would then be the next persons turn to state what they will accept responsibility for. The winners are the ones that can tell the other person if they are willing to forgive them for those things (and yes, we would hand out blue ribbons and only blue because forgiving gets 1st place no matter what).

For the closing ceremonies we could have a UFO flame. This would be a torch and each person writes down on a piece of paper what grievance they have against the other person and then we could burn those papers with the torch and sing Kumbayah. Once those papers are reduced to ashes, we can never re-hash or bring up these things again. It's done and over with and we take our blue ribbons and just focus on the kids.

Then we could just chat on the phone about the kids, shoot emails back and forth, drive to kids' activities together (that's pushing it and absurd) - but at least we could sit within the same vicinity of each other at the kids' activities and when we look over at the other parent actually give them a genuine smile or the s'up nod instead of a smirk.

Now that would be awesomeness indeed.

What Is Buzz By Annie's? (My First Post)

** Sherri has her first foray into the blogosphere posted today, so I thought I'd join in. This is my first post from way back in July. **

I am new to this whole blogging thing. To most I'm probably just another blogger writing about the same stuff a million other people have written about. And that's ok. I'm not here to be Bloggerextraordinaire penning earth shattering revelations, I'm just hoping to write about what I experience and if someone is dealing with the same thing or has some totally cool advice I'm really open to that. I mean, it's not like I'm living this overly fabulously exciting existence and am the envy of every person who comes into my life. Rather, I'm just a wife, mom, step-mom, daughter, friend to some very awesome people, coach, employee, evil ex-wife and now I can add blogger to the list.

I'm human to the enth degree, I make mistakes, say crummy things and struggle with your typical divorcee-blended family stuff. I also have great kids (yeah, they're definitely not perfect but who doesn't think they have great kids) that I love and who frustrate the heck out of me sometimes, but I make sure I fully reciprocate the frustration thing right back at them. My husband is extremely patient with me and for that alone I know without a doubt there is a place in heaven for him. We honestly have tons of fun together and that in itself is awesomeness to the fullest. I am blessed with fab-o parents who have instilled in me a sense of extreme adventure and when the ship finally docks and unloads at my bank I will be a world traveler. For now, I'm content with visiting the few small gems-of-a-beach town we've discovered in Mexico (and yes, Corona does taste better in Mexico).

So, welcome to my blog and here's to life and all that it entails.
Cheers!

Mixed Bag Monday

I had a rather serious post planned for this lovely Monday, but with the snow, fog and overall gloom that seems to be hanging over Bend today, I thought it would be better to just do something a little more fun.

Ever Googled yourself? Sometimes I just give myself a good Google to make sure there aren't any outstanding arrest warrants or bankruptcy filings in my name on the world-wide web. That would really stink big time, especially since I've already done time for all of my previous warrants. Just. Kidding. Actually, I was over at Michelle's blog and she had this crazy little deal that you just go to Google and type in your name and 'needs'. So I did. I apparently need a lot. Here's what happens when you type Anne needs:

1. ...to win sexiest vegetarian. (How about sexiest carnivore instead?)
2. ...to retire and seek therapy for her problems. (Yes, I do.)
3. ...Jesus (I've already got this one covered.)
4. ...Prayer (yes, and much of it.)
5. ...no enhancements (That's what he said.)
6. ...a miracle (can I have two?)
7. ...breastfeeding 101 (Seriously.)
8. ...this (I don't know what 'this' is, but I hope it's good and nothing pornographic.)
9. ...a little color (I was just thinking it's time to book a trip to Mexico.)
10. ..immediate multiple emergency loans of at least $50. (I accept PayPal.)

Just so the rest of you will want to join in the f-u-n, I went ahead and did some Googling of my own to find out what some of my blog-o-buddies need. Here's what I came up with:

1. Steph needs someone to CoNfRoNt HeR (looks like the person that typed that needs to be confronted.)

2. Sherri needs some soap in her mouth. (I thought that was Katdish.)

3. Mary Ann needs to come chill. (You can chill in Bend. It's 26° today.)

4. Beth needs to get out of the house. (Hey, I'm just typing what I found on Google.)

5. Kat needs $$ to feed her heinous addiction to gummy worms. (No words...)

6. Helen needs a drink. (Ok, I'm not going to say it.)

7. Michelle needs Minnesota. (I don't know why. Minnesota is ridiculously cold this time of year. How about Mexico. Michelle needs Mexico. Better.)

8. Candy needs spellcheck. (Hey, I thought that was Sherri's).

Ok, so go ahead and play along. What happens when you Google "your name" needs. (Keep it clean....keep it clean. I don't want to hear about anyone needing a gerbil. Katdish.)

Happy Valentines Day

These are the roses that Jon surprised me with this morning. Not only are these my favorite, but they were in a large vase that was filled to the top with Peanut M&M's. Ahhhh...true love.

I hope you have an awesome Valentines Day and that the special things you do for your loved one today will not be a one-day-only event, but a 365 days-a-year event.

Here's to spreadin' the love every day!

Thankful Thursday

I think last Thursday I decided to start a Thankful Thursday. Or maybe it was the Thursday before that, I'm not sure. I thought of it because one day the thought popped into my head that it seems like devoting just one day per year to being Thankful for all that God has done is so...well, thankless. I mean, he's blessing me throughout the year and it seems like the least I could do is stretch myself and give more time to being thankful. So, I'm going to share something that I'm thankful for.

I have a friend that I've known since I was born. Well, I don't really think I 'knew' her until the remembering function of my brain kicked in at a very small age, but our parents were friends long before we came into existence. In fact, her parents moved up to Bend because mine had. (That's another whole story and I'm not going to share all of that right now because I want to get to the 'meat' of the thanks).

Anyway, Debi must've found my blog through my Facebook and she left a comment today. Which in turn led me to her blog and let me just say that it was a 'knock my socks off blessing' and I want to share it with all my blogger buds.

In Debi's most recent post, her mother Beverly, who is an incredible woman of God, plays a very well known hymn, I Surrender All. I don't want to take away from the simplicity of the picture and song, so I hope you will just wander over to Debi's blog, Lighthouse, and listen to it for yourself. I mean REALLY listen. I think you may be very surprised by what, or more likely 'who' you hear. I promise that you will not be disappointed. If you, by chance are thinking that you don't have time to visit another blog this morning, I encourage you whole-heartedly to do so. I think you may find that this is just the very thing you need.

I hope you have an awesome day, and Debi, thank you for blessing me.

The Word for Wednesday

I am reading through Acts right now, and Leviticus. Honestly, Acts is a much easier read than Leviticus, which is all about the laws that God gave to the Israelites. They are both important, no doubt, but there are just some books of the Bible I seem to trudge through.

I like the book of Acts. And today I was reading Acts 18. Feel free to read through it - as I'm just going to zero in on two verses that jumped out at me.

Acts: 18:27-28, When Apollos wanted to go to Achaia, the brothers encouraged him and wrote to the disciples there to welcome him. On arriving, he was a great help to those who by grace had believed. For he vigorously refuted the Jews in public debate, proving from the Scriptures that Jesus was the Christ.

The definition of vigorously is: Full of character, strong, robust, energetic, forceful, wholeheartedly, zealous. Powerful in action or effect.

I just want to make a few points about these two verses:

1. He was a great help to believers.
Was he nurturing to others, helping them to study scripture? Was he someone they could come to with questions and he would counsel them? Did he speak in their homes and lead their friends to Christ? I see Apollos as someone who others were probably drawn to because of his charisma.

2. He vigorously defended the deity of Jesus Christ.
To me, this means he was not afraid of public debate and stepping on toes. I don't know that being 'politically correct' was a concern of Apollo's. I would guess that there were some pretty heated discussions. This was a man who was zealous in his love for Christ.

Here is what I asked myself this morning:

Am I a great help to other believers in furthuring their walk with Christ? And am I a help to non-believers in coming to Christ? Honestly, I need to work on this with great enthusiasm. I should be more concerned with helping others nurture their relationship with Christ and not just focus on nurturing mine.

Am I a vigorous defender of Jesus Christ and am I willing to publicly debate it? I will defend my faith in Jesus, although, I don't know how well I rate on the scale of 1-10 for zealously doing so in public. Perhaps I need to be less concerned of what others think and more concerned with what Jesus thinks.

So, ask yourself these same questions.

Are you a great help to other believers in furthuring their walk with Christ? Are you a great help to non-believers in coming to Christ?

Are you vigorously defending Jesus Christ in public?

Rate yourself 1-10. Where do you fall? Where do you need to improve? WHAT steps will you take to live a more 'vigorous' life in Christ? (Be honest!)

A Classic Bunch

Yes, it's Monday and as promised I've put together my own who-is-who-driving-what-kind-of-car post and it's gonna be long, so I hope you have your tea and whiskey full to the brim. I know that my cohorts, comrades in arms (or fingers), sidekicks and blogger pals have been waiting with abated breath to see just what the Magnificent 7 and Dinah Shore singing about Chevrolets have in common. To be honest, I have just not been feeling the creative mojo lately and I've wanted to do the whole 'so-n'-so reminds me of this', but who can compete with Katdish, Helen, Sherri, Steph... That's a lot of pressure on a gal. So I decided to just bag the whole idea. Until Friday, when I was applying the second coat of Almay Sensitive Eyes Blackest Black mascara in the most un Tammy Faye Baker way possible to my lovely lashes, and it hit me like a herd of lemmings. Classic characters in classic Chevy's. DANG! I can't tell you how fast the ideas started coming. It was like Captain Creative showed up and and did the little finger dance on my brain. Finally.

Now, I know that our little group has grown way beyond seven, but I wanted to keep this first post simple and focus on what Helen has so graciously pointed out to be an extremely Biblical number. Seven days, seven churches, seven eyes, seven gifts (and we are the gifts that keep on giving) and, I tend to think of us as the Magnificent 7. So seven it is. And since I've likened us to a classic movie, what could be better than that turning my friends into classic characters.

As you may or may not know, I am a fabulous wife because for my husbands 40th birthday, I bought him a 69' Camaro. You see, at our house we have a theme. Chevrolet. Jon has collected classic cars since he was a kid and still has the 72' Chevelle he bought when he was 16. Then there was the 70' SS El Camino, my 61 Biscayne, a 70 shortbox truck, Suburbans, Blazers, Tahoes...you get the idea. This is a Chevy family - we do not speak the 'F' word here. (We even have a 'Chevy Parking Only' sign in our driveway. Seriously. But if you drive an 'eFbomb' to our house we will be gracious and let you park it in front of the neighbors house.) So, not only will you be delighted at who I likened you to in the movies, but you will also be driving one very awesome classic Chevy to boot.

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STEPH & KATDISH

As promised, Steph, you're first...but you have to share with Katdish. URG! I know. She always steals the spotlight, but as I was doing the micro fish thing through my brain it stopped on Thelma and Louise. I had contemplated Laverne and Shirley, but they were just not sassy enough. I loved Thelma (Steph) and Louise(Katdish). Now, I know that you're not going to leave your miserable husbands behind for a girls weekend, shoot a guy for trying to rape you, run from the law and drive your car off a cliff to your death(although the Ford was no loss). No, I picked Thelma and Louise because not only do they eminate cool in this picture, just like you, but you two remind me of the rebels of blogdom, sassy, witty, not taking any crap and blazing a trail wherever you go. I can see you two saying this:

Thelma(Steph): You said you 'n' me was gonna get out of town and for once just really let our hair down. Well darlin', look out 'cause my hair is comin' down!

Louise(Kat): You've always been crazy, this is just the first chance you've had to express yourself.

The one bummer about the movie was the car they drive is a ffff Thunderbird. So, to cool you chicks up, and make you look totally hot(t) as your cruising through the desert, I'm going to put you in a 1966 Chevelle. I can't have my gals not riding in style. And, 'somebody said get a life...so they did.'

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SHERRI

Everyone knows that our favorite redhead is Sherri. And who else could remind us more of Sherri, than Lucy. That's right, everyone loves em' some Lucy. She was funny, kooky, witty, a true friend, crazy, sassy and a barrel of laughs. We never knew what was coming next, just like our lovely friend Sherri. She's a precious little peach that keeps us on our toes.

Now sass may come in small packages, but it deserves a whole lotta class when it comes to the wheels. I think Sherri needs a little 1957 Corvette Convertable in R.E.D. (yes, you can drive it in heels) because THIS screams, 'Well, I'm your Vitavigavegivat Girl. Are you tired, run down, listless? Do you pop out at parties? Are you unpoopular?'
Classy.

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HELEN

Ahhh, Helen. What isn't there to love about our totally awesome daughter to mom, wife to Bob friend. She is, in my book, a Mrs. C. Yes, who didn't love the lovable Mrs. Cunningham. She was a little naive, always positive, a ray of sunshine and she took care of her family with a smile on her face. Just as I believe Helen probably does.

Like Mrs. C, I think there is a little bit of rebel in Helen. Yes, from what I know 'behind the scenes' of Helen, she may seem naive, but I think if a 1969 RS/SS 427 4-speed Camaro in Cortez Silver with Black SS Stripes showed up at her house, you would see a little 'All Fired Up' come out in Helen. This is one of the coolest cars ever and I'm thinking if Helen was behind the wheel in this little prize there'd be some serious smokey burnouts going on. Buckle up Bob, because Helen is gonna take you for the ride of your life. If you don't like it, 'Sit on it.'

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BETH

How about that Beth. She appears to be the most angelic of all. Naive, sensitive, devoted mother, wife, worship leader, but a little of the rebel comes out when she's hangin' out with the M7 crowd and has too much coffee. She's got a big heart and a sweet smile and she's just like our favorite character from Grease, Sandy.

While Sandy wasn't a mother like Beth, she was sensible. Now, sensible doesn't mean driving a minivan (ugh!) to cart your little cherubs around. No, sensible is driving one totally rad car and looking cool at the same time. If I win the lottery, Beth is going to be the coolest turning-heads mom ever because she's driving a 1957 Nomad 2-door station wagon. I luuuhhhhv this car. "Why, this car is Auto-matic. Its System-matic. Its Hyyyyydro-matic. Why, its...!"

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MARE

So, how do you find a word that means Maria or Mary Ann? I loved the Sound of Music growing up. I wanted to be Maria VonTrapp. A simple young woman who wanted to be a nun, but the sense of adventure was stirring a little too much in her heart. Just like Mare. (And how fitting that we can now call her Maria.) Mare is on a big adventure. She's drawn to the young children in the orphanage, singing, dancing, taking care of those around her, climbing every 'mountain', fording every stream, following every rainbow, until she finds her dream.

With all of this traveling and fording she needs something to drive. What she has just isn't going to do. So, I'm going to lend Mare my 1961 Impala (ok, I sold mine, but if I had one, I'd let her borrow it because that's how I roll). Maybe because this was my first foray into the classisc, I have a special place in my heart for this particular car, but one has to admit, this is a freakin' awesome car. Mare is going to find that travelling the road to her dream will be a much smoother in this rad little ride. 'So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu.'

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ANNIE

I had to pull in some help for this one, since I see myself differently than others. I was looking for someone with some attitude and slaying skills, but Sigourney Weaver in Alien was a little over the top. So, when Katdish suggested Xena, I was all over that. Basically, Xena's on a quest to seek redemption for her past sins as a ruthless warlord so she uses her fierce fighting skills to help people. The difference between Xena and myself is that I know no amount of good I do will redeem me from my past sins, but if I could have that bod and wield a sword like she does that would be awesomeness.

Since I'm out there kickin' butt and doing good in the name of the people, I'm sure I'll need a zippy little sportscar to outrun the bad guys. All I need is room for my sword and shield, so a 1963 Corvette ought to do the trick. Plus, it comes with a blue ribbon and I'm sure that is for all of the good I've done. Now if you'll excuse me while I "take the village!!"

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I know...I know... I said SEVEN. But even the Three Muskateers made room for a fourth, so I'm adding an eighth (besides, it's my blog and I can do what I want.) Candace Jean has become a regular around here and so I thought she deserves to be included as well.

CANDACE JEAN

When I first came up with this whole idea, the person I thought of for Candace was Grace Kelly in To Catch a Thief, one of my favorite movies of all time. She was poised, beautiful, charming, classy and even a little bit sassy. I can't think of anyone more fitting for Candace.

Of course, such a woman deserves the classiest of cars. I'm sure Candace Jean will be right at home behind the wheel of this beautiful 1957 Belair Convertable. A car fit for a princess who thinks, "Diamonds are a gorgeous product. I am a huge fan of their versatility.”

So, there you have it and hopefully I did everyone justice. It's late and I'm outta here.

Fabulous Friday

I love Friday. Seriously, after Saturday and Sunday it comes in a tight third. For my tens of readers out there, (and for all my blog buddies) I won't be around bloggerdom much this weekend. I will be working diligently on my blog post for Monday. It's going to fabulous, I'm sure and here's a little idea of what I have in store:






What the heck you say? Think outside the YouTube box, or... just wait until Monday.

Have a fabulous weekend for sure!

Dream, Dream, Dream

My sleep came in three stages last night. Dream 1. Dream 2. Dream 3. And they were all pretty crazy. I've never done much study on dreams and it's probably because I'm actually afraid of what's going on in my subconscious when I'm unconscious. But, when I have dreams like I did last night I sure wish I had my Joseph with his coat of many colors.

The last dream is the one that stuck in my head. The gist of it was, I answered my door and my kid's dad was there. He wanted to just put it all behind us and get along. I mean, in an extend huge amounts of grace to each other, bury the hatchet and get along for. the. kids. Just like that. No hashing over who did what to whom. Just forgive and live in peace.

One can hope.

Who Knew?

I know this may come as a big shock to some of you, but I'm pretty outspoken. I went to the Dale Carnegie school of couthe, but sometimes I forget everything I learned there and spout off my opinion. Without. Thinking. It's a good thing I don't have big feet because as much as my foot is in my mouth, I can't imagine how painful it would be trying to extract one that is a size 10. It's one of the things I'd change about me if I could wave the magic wand and viola.

Since that is not going to happen, I just have to work on biting my tongue and being better at thinking before I speak.

So what's the little quirk that drives you nuts about yourself? Do tell.

Sunday Snapshot

Jon and Kenz are 'supposedly' working on her car...but it looks like more of a gabfest than workfest. Actually, Kenz is looking pretty darn comfy. (And HE wonders where she gets the gift of gab...)

So, give it a shot.

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