Visit to the Pumpkin Patch...

It's quite chilly today, gray and gloomy.I am sitting at my computer working while Max and Ruby are carrying on in the background and Tasha is reading a new piano book uh playing it anyway.

I don't know what I was thinking when I brought that book. :)

We went to the Pumpkin patch on Sunday afternoon, as did most all of Charleston.

Tasha and Denise walked the corn Maze, My foot wasn't handling it to well so i sat it out. Denise accidentaly found a short cut, at least she said it was an accident....

And of course they had great decorations...good think I left my money, CC and stuff at homes..

The jump pillow Tasha's favorite thing to do..

We were so busy doing other things we forgot to pick up a pumpkin

Oh well there is always Wal Mart....

Childhood dramas or tramua

Denise got one of her first parental shocks this week. She found Tasha sitting on the floor among shards of sheared hair. SCissors in hand.Denise did what any strong, loving tough, fair minded, minded mom would do.

She cried.

Tash's hair is like her crowning glory. It is long, thick, soft and beautiful. The only time it is annoying iswhen you are combing it out and it has somehow gotten tangled, Then I feel like cutting it off myself.

I didn't have the heart to tell her this was just the first of many child induced tears.

For instance: The time Eric wanted to help his dad with the BBQ and threw additional fluid it on the already burning coal, and singed his eyebrows off his face.

For Instance: the time Denise and Eric decided to jump off the roof of the garage while paying, something right now I don't remember what. I just remember children flying through the air.

After picking up my heart off the floor, I went over to see them only to find them giggling.

I almost went to bed for a week.

For instance: Eric calling me from a park to tell me he was playing spotlight and was stuck in a train tunnel and was calling me to say good by. I yelled at him to get out of that tunnel or I would kill him, then jumped in my car to drive to the park only to find no one there. They went calmly back to their friends house for snack. And to discuss thie adventure, fter getting out of the tunnel. After seeing the tunnel and where he was, he almost did die that day twice, once by train and once by mom, , and I almost went to jail. After I hugged him of course.

For instance: Denise going skiing, and slipping and shattering her knee. Her dad called me described her symptoms and asked me if he should take her to the hospital. No, I said, we'll do the surgery at home. Score one for sarcasim. The interesting thing is as she was explaining to me the accident, she never actually got on skis, but was injured while putting them on, to add insult to injury, the young man trying to help her up in his concern, dropped his skies on her head making it almost comical if it hadn't been so tragic. He felt horrible, but all I could do was laugh.

When he came up to me miserably to apologize at church the following Sunday I assured him it was all right, but still giggled.Stress I guess. He finally saw the humor in his fumbling over her trying to help her up and taking her out with his skis instead. No harm done. But she survived, I hope he did. The knee still gives her some trouble even until today, but she still likes to ski.

Did you every wonder how kids survive childhood? Better yet, how do we? With a sense of humor thats how.

Angel

Childhood survivors

Happenings at my Blog

I've been lax the last couple of days, working on getting my business started, still working on the name but I think I have one..

Okay News..

If you are particpateing in Shannon's from "Welcome to the Nuthouse"  and if your read her blog you know she doesn't really live in a nuthouse, well maybe a little. But her blog is fun .Swap, If  you know about it you know that this is the week all the fun stuff goes in the mail. I've got mine do you have yours? This is a massive project I don't believe she did it. If you don't know what it is let me tell you. She has bloggers from all over the country swapping items that are indigenous to their state with people from other states. The limit was 20 dollars, but I know I spent more. The logistics in this swap boggles my mind, but I am checking my mailbox, for mine. We don't know who in what state got out names so it is even more excitement.

Giveaway Giveaway Give away

I am giving away AVON, yes some samples some full size products some Jewelry it will be about $50.00 dollars in Avon details to follow, 

I read a lot of interesting blogs,  and find a lot of interesting people write those blogs, so I am going to interview a few if they are willing and post the results here over the next few weeks.

Because variety is the spice of life, I am going to pick some from all walks of life, and all of them will be Bloggers who have made a big impact on me and how my  blogging changed something in my life because of what they have gone through or blogged about or just pain existing.

If you want to be interviewed let me know by emailing me and I will be glad to, Frankly I'd appreciate it and while I can't promise you it will do a thing for your blog, it will certainly impact mine so thanks. 

And who knows, it just might do something for yours too...

And so it goes, Tasha just ran through the kitchen yelling something about a camera, she dashed out the back door and I hear water. Haven't the faintest idea what that is all about but I supposed I should go check in case she is drowning a squirrel or something. You know how Tasha is. 

Have a great Sunday all...Thank you for reading and Thank you even more for making comments (tricky little thing aren't I? trying to trick you into commenting)

Which, as my famous line says: goes to show you can't trust anyone these days....

Angel

Things that make yuou go hmmmm

Denise was telling me about her night at work, and she made a comment about "locking the doors of Denny's for the first time since it opened," So I thought, Hmmmm Why do you have locks on a door if you are opened 24/7? When would you lock the doors? 

I mean Denny's is opened even on Christmas and New Years? so why bother with locks?

It inspired me to write today's post on things that make you go hmmmm...I thought of some, found some on the net and asked other people about what they thought, and just in a few hours, here is what I came up with:

• If a funeral procession is at night, do they turn the lights off instead of on?
  
• Why do you need a Drivers License to buy liquor, when it is illegal to drink and drive?
  
• Why does the ATM at my bank have Braille dots in the drive up lane?
  
• How does the guy who drives the snowplow get to work?
  
• Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?
  
• Why are there interstate highways in Hawaii?
  
• Why are there flotation devices under plane seats instead of parachutes?
  
• Why are cigarettes sold in gas stations when smoking is prohibited there?
  
• Do you need a silencer if you are going to shoot a mime?
  
• Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?
  
• Why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways?
  
• Why do our noses run and our feet smell?
  
• Why is it that when you transport something by car, it's called a shipment, but when you transport something by ship, it's called cargo?
  
• Why do we play in recitals and recite in plays?
  
• You know that little indestructible black box that is used on planes, why can't they make the whole plane out of the same substance?
  
• Why do the makers of Minute Rice give their product that name when it 5 minutes to cook?
  
• Why is it that when you're driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume on the radio?
  
• Why is it that Superman can take 6 bullets in the chest but when the bad guy throws the empty gun at him, he ducks?
  
• What does Geronimo say when he jumps out of a plane?
• If fire fighters fight fire and crime fighters fight crime, what do freedom fighters fight?
• If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?
• If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
• and finally:
• • When the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?
    
  • Why is the word abbreviation so long?
    
  • When companies ship Styrofoam, what do they pack it in?
    
  • Do vegetarians eat animal crackers?

1. Some you may have heard, but like I said on some I cheated and got from the web, but maybe you know some I don't, anyway I hope this was a fun post
   

A day in the life of a three year old

I think Sharon was the age of three when I decided not to have Any more children. It must have been then, because Natasha is now three and she is well, something else. 

This morning at 6:15 am she pops out of her 

bed into mine and is there about 3 seconds before she announces she wants food. 

I asked her what she wanted and she informed me she wanted Dip and chocolate. Hmm, well Mommy is not going to kill me today, no siree so I asked her to settle for waffles and sausage.

that was acceptable, so we go out to the kitchen where she proceed to pull her little chair over to the counter and help Nanny prepare breakfast. She did really well, popping the waffle in the toaster, then with a spoon she buttered her waffle, and i put the Nutrella on it. 

Perfect team we are, I had toast and she had waffles..well wait a minute, she decided she wanted a piece of my toast. OK. I put my dish in the dishwasher, she did the same. 

Now Nanny gets on the computer, and Tasha is going to watch a video. She  picks a video we got from Netflix, yesterday Potty Training Power, I am thinking this is not going to last long but Tasha watching it no less then 7 times befor

e coming into the kitchen to help me make spaghetti sauce and put it in the crock pot. 

So while I am busily chopping tomatoes, onions, mushrooms and garlic:Tasha is building a castle out of the cans of tomato sauce and tomato pas

te. 

She is anxious for me to open the cans because that's her part to pour them into the crock pot.

When I do open them, she very carefully pours reminding as I use the can opener not to hurt myself when I pull the lids out. 

Yes, OK, I cut myself on a lid once. Incred

ible memory this three year old.

After that we shared a yogurt, take a bath and get ready for rest time. At three we never call it  a nap anymore that doesn't goesover. "I'm a 

big girl Nanny, I don't take Naps!" Yes I put that in bold print with a capital N that is how vehement we were.

Shes down, resting in dreamland with a band new bunny that talks and sings and does all kinds of stuff. I am sure her mom willpull the plug very soon. :)

Three is a interesting age. I have a very

 grownup three yearold, and yet one who throws a tantum in a moment. (we don't reconize tantums). She can carry on a conversation like a 6 year old: Nanny, what happen to that man in the movie? Is he hurt,?"

then she can get into the baby stage This mor

ning: "But I don't want to be a big girl and go potty."

She still likes to sleep on her mom's lap and my big confession is yes, she still has her Bo Bo (pacifier) but her mom is worth it. 

She has an amazing personility this one. She soaks life up like a spong. 

She learned yesterday that all people are not He's, and she made sure I knew it this morning. 

"Nanny, I just want younot to be confused," I am amazed by the words that comeout of her. 

Her will is very strong, as she stands and looks at me with her hands on her hips, eyes flashing

"I do not want to go potty  Nanny!,"

Maybe it wasn't three maybe it was 4. Because it it such a versital age, so many changes taking place. So much learning about the world and looking into her future is exciting. I know there are many things exciting going to happen there.

Now if we can just get her potty trained.

My First "Not Me Monday"

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog"> to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.If you want more info, head over there and see for yourself. It is a fab blog! But I have to confess I got the idea from another blog SHUT THE FRONT DOOR! which is also a great blog. Face it, how many times a day do you say that?

Mackmams blog is very close to home, because her baby Stellan is suffering from cardio-vascular problems, just as my Sharon and Denise did. Keep her family in your prayers. His picture is on my prayer list on the side bar, if you don't fall in love with him well, I just don't know what to do with you.

So on to Not Me Monday:

I did not go out the back door with a load of laundry, miss the last step and land on my you know what. The laundry flew everywhere, including on top of Erics little moped. Nothing hurt but my pride.

I did not give Natasha strawberries for breakfast with a cookie. Well, she asked.

Not really I think It was called Lazy.

I did not start putting Tasha in underwear instead of pull ups so she has to go potty. Not that it's working. I am thinking of purchasing a special accident mop for her to uses every time she has one. She is trying anyway, she does remember to tell me she is wet. She just hasn't gotten quite the knack to tell me before not after.

I did not have ice cream cones for dinner. Well everyone else was having fish. I love seafood, but I don't care to much for fish. And yes Denise made a nice fruit salad. OK, fine.I just wanted an ice cream cone. So there.

I did not hide Tasha's Dora DVD. Well I have seen it heard it and been privy to watching The Sporting Video with Dora, Diego, Wonder Pets and Blues Clues, I hid wrote down the clues in my handy dandy notebook and she found it in one clue. I guess she is really smart. :)

I did not quit my job. unloading trucks, moving TVs and dealing with 30 guys and gals under 25 who are all complaining about their backs got to me finally. I'm throwing TVs off the truck and a 19 year old man is telling me he can't lift it because of his back. So be it. I am no longer the logistic manager at Wal Mart 1748. I am going back to working in a nice little call center. I did that for 5 years this time I am not going to be a call center manager or a QA person. This time I just want a phone, a desk and quiet. I'll talk to you all day. Just don't mention your back to me or your girlfriend, or I want you to be flat out and that is not going to happen. Whatever thatmeans. It is what it is, as my generation used to say. Just do it. 

I did not have a strange morning this morning.

Eric and I are working on starting the new online business I have been talking about. We are going o sell things for other people on EBAY,we'll list, take pic's, ship and do all the work the customer will just cash the check. We are also developing my health nuts website, but it is taking way more research then I thought. We want to be correct in what products we sell and make sure they are quality products. 

It is cloudy and rainy here in the Holy City. Hope your weather is better. 

Have a nice Monday. Not Me.

Random Sunday

It's Sunday Morning in Charleston, The sun is as confused as I am some days. It can't decided if it is coming out or staying in. Everytime I think it has made up it's mind it goes behind a cloud and peeks out at me, laughing.  I need it to come out, I am short on the vitamin C and at one point I heard that the sun's rays cheer you up. That, the experts say, is why you always feel cheerful on a sunny day as opposed to feeling cheerful on a rainy day.

Me? I have to  always be difficult, I have the audacity to feel cheerful on both days. Shame on me. 

This is my first spring in Charleston. The air is clean after yesterdays rain, it was a magnificent  storm in old world terms. Wind. Rain. thunder. I could in my minds eyes see the ships off Sullivans island tossing in the waves. The kind of rain God uses to clean the air and start us over again. This morning you can feel the crispness in the air. My computer tells me the temp outside my door is 67 degrees,   Natasha  and I lay in her room this morning listening to the birds talking to each other, Tasha wondered about the babies were they warm enough? Where were they? The cat next door can't reach them? I assured hr that none of the about could happen, but not enough as she takes a run outside, forgetting to put on her clothes, after  her bath to see a blue jay sitting on the fence she glimpsed through the bathroom window she forget her clothes including her pull up to greet the birds. A situation I quickly corrected.

Headlines in the Charleston Post and Courier: Streaking Baby Stalks Blue Jay..film at 11

Just my luck, but luckily she limited her streaking experience to the back yard and hopefully since I am surrounded by retired folks and college kids, they were all either getting ready for church or sleeping it off from last night. So I am safe. I hope. If the county comes by I'll let you know. 

Charleston has more azaleas then any place I have ever seen, almost every yard I have seen has azaleas in them. Not to mention flower boxes, flower gardens at the old mansions and all schools, business and gas stations. My yard has it share, but I say something and smelled something this morning for the first time. When I was picking up my streaking baby, I noticed purple flower petals on my back steps, after depositing Tasha in the kitchen and putting on a diaper as  we are out of pull ups, I looked outside and saw...in the yard behind us...the most beautiful Lilac tree, yes tree not bush. The lilacs hung like grapes from the branches full and more importantly, fragrent. You could smell them. How long has it been really since you could really smell the flowers? It seems scents have gotten lost somewhere.  But these I could smell and a distance away. No wonder the birds were singing. 

Charleston. 

Charleston is an city in itself, as I look out my window at the wonder that is this city, and think about God's grace to us that we are even here. Not more then 6 months ago was a very different picture. One of us was in an abusive relationship trying to get to safety, one of us found themselves homeless and one of us was trying to hold everyone togther. 

Different world today. Everyone is on their feet, and standing. 

Thanks to God. 

I am not one to preach, and though everyone who reads my blog knows I am a card carrying born again Christian, I am not one to hammer it in. I do a lot of praying to myself and God.

The fact is that is not what this blog is. It is a testimony what He has done in our lives, and He has been great. 

We always have to end up explaining what we are when we say we are Christians. the first thing anyone says to me is Oh My Gosh! Jerry Falwell! Bigot! small minded. Nope. None of the above.

Well  I am not.  I follow a Man. I don't follow a church doctrine. I follow His word. I follow what HE tells me is right. 

I don't believe you can show Gods love with Hatred. I don't believe I can win hearts by being judgemental. 

He says He wants no one to perish. He gives us free will to make our own decisions. 

I am not going to harp on you about yours, (ask me my opinion and you get it so do it at your own risk, but it will be I promise Biblical) but push? No.

I have a lot of Non Christians who read my blog. they know what choices they have made. I am not out to change them or win them but simply let you know all of us aren't bad. Love of God is our primary focus. And yes, Jesus died for you to, it is your choice to do what you want bout that.  I'm praying

Now I promised no preaching and no preaching it is. 

It is now 72 in Charleston, SC I am going out to do yard work (yes, on Sunday it has to be done)

The sun has made up its mind to stay out and smile on us today. 

Tasha need to get out of the house and get some excerise and fresh air.(in her clothes this time) 

She just sat down next to me and said :" I'm Bored." Bored? at three?

nannhy, I need food. I neeeeed Pancakes. 

hmmm not a bad idea.

Pancakes it is.