Stressed??? Me?

Small talk Six  is one of my favorite weekly memes, so it is a good way to get back into blogging.This week is especially on target..it is Six Sure Signs you are stressed.

Hmmmmmm

1. You buy two pints of Ben and Jerry's just for you.

2. You eat the two pints of Ben and Jerry's in 30 minutes

3. The kids ask you "Whats for Dinner, Mom?" and you just sit there giving them a very evil and mysterious smile.

4. You are playing catch with the kids and throw the ball so hard you son has to catch a bus to retrieve it.

5. Your husband comes home from work and says, How's you day sweetie and you grab him by his shirt shouting What do you mean by that????

6. You walk around the house muttering  and even the cat runs from you.

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Small Talk Six: Pink

this weeke meme is six things youlike that are pink. Thats hard, I hate the color...but


1. new born babies. Yes, they are pink after they get over that angry red crying fitthey have from being forced out of a nice warm home into the big light filled world.

2. pink divinity  it a candy. yes it is!

3. A character in Lilians Braun's the cat who...books. Iris always wore pink, had pink sheets, drove a pink car, had a pink kitchen. Too Bad in book six she bit the dust.

4. Pink Roses

5. Pink Tulips

6. Cotton Candy!

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Dear Someone..

Dear Natasha

I know your birthday is coming up in a little while, three weeks two days and twelve hours to be exact. I know because you have told me no less then 33 times each day along with what you want for your birthday. Did we just do this in December? I think we did.
I am looking forward to your birthday, but only because I want cake and ice cream and cannot have it on any other day. But please don't remind me again you want a WII. I think I have it ingrained in my brain.
Thank


Dear Mailman:
Whatever happened to neither rain nor sleet nor dark of night? I really didn't appreciate you sitting in your warm, cozy mail tuck writing out one of thoses little pink slips for a package's that is smaller then a breadbasket, just because you didn't want to get out in the pouring rain. As it turns out th package was important, and I had to go all the ay to the post office in the pouring rain and retrieve it. Next time remember, you get paid to get wet, I don't.

Shortmama has a great Dear Somebody list...I don't today, but run over there and read where she has told her whole family off...thats always fun..Family of Shorts

oh and one more:

Dear Navy and Airforce pilots who keep flying over my head with your fighter jets and HUGE C-17's at all hours of the night....just one thing to say to you...

YOU GO GUYS! and thanks for what you are doing. I can sleep later, when you are all home safe.

Wodless Wednesday, A day at the Park

It's fall in Charleston, as you can see the whole city has a haze over it. the clear summer days has passed, but still, its Charleston. History mixes with a day in the park.

What a great City we live in.

Wow! It's another Simple Saturday...

Denise and I were driving home from the doctor this after noon, while stopped at a light we heard kids screaming and thought some kids were playing somewhere, looked over and saw a school bus. I saw a little girl run to the front of the bus to talk to the bus driver and the driver apparently told her to sit down. She went back to her seat slowly when another little jumped out and took her down. Literally. She grabbed her by the neck and pulled her to the floor. The driver was looking in the mirror, apparently directing children who didn't care lot of what she said. I felt sorry for the little girl who had quite obliviously been asking for help, I can think of a million things I would have done, buy I have never been in that position. So how could I know the situation? Denise and I discussed it as we drove away talking bout that being the most dangerous job in the world, but the strange thing is, I think it must be. How do you turn your back on 30 - 40 kids every day? Even today I think about that little girl. I hope It was a one time thing, not a bullying situation.
You can't tell, but this is a picture of an airplane. Yep, that's right. I had airplanes flying around my yard last night.I caught this one coming in for a landing. then it took off again.
Natasha loves planes. When we pick up her mom, the place she works is close to an airport, so we would sit out and watch airplanes. Tasha gets so excited when a plane goes over. Her uncle last night started to make paper airplanes for her, so we started with airplanes in the house. Then they swooped out to the back yard. Planes landing at sunset. Mom and Uncle Eric were her supporting planes. The flew, and landed and whooped making plane noises all over the yard. I wondered what the neighbors thought. We live in a neighborhood of older people, grandparents.
People who like peace and order. What I hope they did was smile at the grown up who were not afraid to look silly with a Little girl.
I think they probably did. Parents get so busy, they don't remember how to be silly. I watching a TV program the other day about a cop who hated Chrismas, and a little girl asked when had he forgotten?
"Forgotten what?" he asked?
"Forgotten what it was like to believe that a man who doesn't even know you will fly all over the world thousands of miles, just to leave you a present."
"That's not true," the policeman retorted,
"But it is to kids, and if you could just remember that feeling, you'd never forget childhood."
I asked my son if he could remember anything silly I did with them when they were kids, He gave me a list:

Water Balloon fights

Bringing home appliance boxes so they could build things in the back yard.
Swim Days
Airplanes. Airplanes?

I just asked for one, I got many. I guess they got their silliness from me. I hope all parents remember there kids are young but once, so take a minute and be silly.I really really liked the water balloons as I recall.

Tomorrow is Super Bowl Sunday, I know everyone is sitting in the edge of their chairs waiting on the super bowl, Me? I am waiting on the commercials. It amazes me they pay 3 million dollars for 30 seconds but no one seems to think anything of it.Any way, thats not my point. Everyone has favorites, Mean Joe Green is I believe everyones Favorite But it's not mine my son's favorite one is 1984: Apple http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R706isyDrqI

My Daughter's is doesn't really have one, but if she did being she over frogs I would have to guess this onehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVcbasIb8lQ And that one is cute, but my favorite is the one that every women can relate to. The one that A single women after a bad date will watch and shake her head, the one that married women understand This is My Favorite

Made my day.

postscript: I have worked all day on this blog. The pictures wouldn't post, I just can' t get Hyperlinks right, the ones correct I give credit to my son. I am going out for a Ben and Jerry's maybe two.. It has been anything but a "Simple Saturday" Maybe I'll have three..

Simple Saturday

posthumous pointer
To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one's self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived - this is to have succeeded. - Emerson


If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one around to hear it does it make a sound?

I have a friend, who just happens to be my daughters best friend since Jr high.Her mother was my best friend, and heroine. She still is, we don't talk nearly as much anymore. she is(the daughter) the one who got me started in blogging, and now that I am thoroughly hooked so much so I am learning to build a website and about to start yet another blog I don't know if I should thank her, fly to Virginia to give her a steak and bottle of wine, or just smack her on my way to the hospital for compulsive and disturbed people.
there is a recovery from drugs so there must be one from twittering and blogging.
I never do anything halfway, once hooked totally hooked.
Anyway, my friend does something called on her blog, called Random Fridays where she just sums of her week, or discusses different things she has been thinking about and doing.
Since then I researched several Blogs and see, some people do wordless Wednesday, or Scuttle but Thursday, mundane Monday so starting today I am doing:Simple Saturday

Update on Yogurt addiction:
Its still there. My daughter is actually enjoying it because every time she walks by me she shows her concern by asking me if I have had a yogurt, or her famous How many yogurts are in the fridge? And my all time favorite: She sent an email to everyone on her email list, called her dad and brother and told her Internet boyfriend. So much for family secrets. If you can't trust your kids, who can you trust? the real issues is of all things for Natasha to inherit, my yogurt addiction should not have been one of them. Friday morning she ate a yogurt sort of, let me just say when she brought me the container I looked at her, picked her up and just put her in the bathtub. Nothing else to do. But the addiction continues, even having Nanny comb yogurt out of her hair didn't discourage, every time Nanny has one, Tasha has to share. Their are worse addictions, I can't think of right now..unless of course you want to consider the Coke addict thing, but thats another blog.

Work:
It was interesting having to skedaddle on Wednesday night to lose my time when on Thursday I had to stay until 3am to do my schedules and help another manager do his. so I left the week with more overtime. Sad isn't it? The yogurt thing never would have occurred if he had just left me on my forklift. Can I bill Wal Mart?

Dating
A few years ago shortly after 9/11( well not shortly it was the third anniversary) I was wanting to do something for the firemen of or town so I cooked a big pot of Chili, made cornbread and a salad and took it to my nearest firehouse with a thank you card for all they do. The captain of the firehouse was kind enough to take my address so he could return my crock pot. A few days later, he showed up at my door with pizza, and invited me to go to the park with him to share it. Since I didn't know him he wasn't going to expect me to invite him in. I did anyway, after all he was a fireman right? Turned out he was not only a fireman but the nicest guy I have met before or since. So started a wonderful romance and relationship, which I ended because my daughter moved back home.
I have been thinking, the last few days of maybe going out and getting back into the game.
My daughter has met someone online she likes, but then again the entire male population of
Charleston seems to fall in love with her and gives her their phone number. A fellow blogger who has turned out to be quite an inspiration to me, mentioned she was making a list of things to blog about, I, being the thief I am, stole her idea and added to my list "pick up lines you hear at Denny's" to come in the future. Along with being single and over 45. I think I will do that one on Blog her...

The sum of all fears:
Which is a Tom Clancy book and very good book and movie BTW. To sum it all up, the Emerson quote was one I memorized in high school and tried to emphasis to all of my students when I taught English. I found it on a random blog and remembered it. I think if anyone can live that kind of a life then their life has been fulfilled.
My goal in life has always been to make a difference. Losing a child, my special interest has always been children. I belong to the several Child abuse societies, and volunteer whenever I can. I was CASA (Court Appointed Special Advocate) My biggest fear is I won't make a difference in this life to anyone else. That to me would be sad.

If a tree falls...I haven't the slightest idea. It was the intellectual question of the 80's. Dates me.

Natasha has watched three Barney's on the DVR, and has now dumped yogurt in her secret drawer where she keeps her treasures. I mus go clean tht up, I promise you my yogurt addiction is waning. This round of yogurt has been most annoying.

Accompaning Websites


http://www.zandria.us/archives/main/2009/01/23/random-friday-ver-82/


http://www.nationalcasa.org/

Confessions of a yogurt addict

I was busily working this evening, actually driving the forklift when I looked up and saw the co-manager of the store waving me down. Now I suppose if you don't drive a forklift you don't realize it doesn't turn on a dime, and he certainly didn't. By the time you reach co-manager of a store especially Walmart, you haven't driven a forklift or any of the equipment for quite a while. You are stuck in the  administration office, doing whatever it is they do in there until you come out and try to flag someone down who is trying to stack pallets exactly 14 high without dropping one in 28 degree temps.and yes, this is why I have associates under me to do this stuff, but it gets me out of the building.

At any rate, I did a 360 turn, went back to where he was, where he solemnly informed me I had 4 hours overtime and to skedaddle. do not stop at the door, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars, or overtime. skedaddle. 

It is the end of the fiscal year for Walmart, cutting time and hours so we can come within our yearly budgets is very important. So I did. I parked, grabbed my things, quickly wrote notes for my people and skedaddled. To the grocery part of the store. 

Now everyone I know, has shopped at Walmart at some time or another. And rather or not you hate or love it, you have to admit, it is the most convenient way to spend your money.

I will, do anything not to go to a grocery store. If I cannot pick it up on the way home, it just doesn't get picked up by me. 

When I lived alone, I was known to live on yogurt and strawberry cheesecake ice cream, rather then shop or cook. Not the healthiest of diets, so to compensate, I would stop at the deli from time to time and buy a dinner or a salad. 

Needless to say, that is not an option now, have to be a good example for my Lil Darlin' so I have been known to even cook on occasion. A real meal with meat,veggies and everything.

Luckily the inclination doesn't hit me to often, so I am still sane. 

When my kids were young at home, I was homeschooling and cooked balanced meals every day. three times a day.

I even did menus and went shopping once a week. After 18 years though, my domestic side withered out. and luckily it coincided with both of my kids going off to college and getting married. Great timing. 

But tonight I had a flashback. Now I know yogurt is not healthy. No matter what they say. It has 27g of sugar and bad Carbs and 170 calories. The only good yogurt is the plain, with no fruit or sugar, but who wants that?

So today, as I was picking up breakfast food and looking for bologna (which we were out of BadWalmart, Bad,Bad Walmart!) I passed the yogurt and decided I would have a flashback.

I stopped and started to pick up a few, then I remembered I hadn't had this flavor for a while, and I loved Pina Colada and the strawberry banana, not to mention the cherry....

well I kept putting yogurts in my basket and then headed for the check out to go home. The only excuse I have is I blacked out. no really, I did.

At the register the cashier made the comment:

"you uh really like yogurt, don't you?"

At this point I looked in my basket and noticed the whole bottom was covered with yogurt.

Just about every flavor I have ever liked. Not to mention, Tasha's favorites that we only buy her for special treats. 

Being embarrassed, I mumbled something to the effect my whole family loves it...and quickly paid and left with 15 dollars worth of yogurt. 

I quickly drove home, to my surprise my daughter was still up and on the phone so I brought in two bags of legitimate groceries,then went out the back door and tried to sneak in the yogurt and hid it in the crisper. But I forgot she had gone to the Piggily Wiggly this afternoon and found fruit and veggies on sale so the crisper was full, had to condense it fast.So I did the unthinkable, I put onions in the same crisper with the cantaloupe and watermelon. Where will our addictions lead us?

I thought I was home free, but she was down this evening so I decided to make her laugh and showed her the cooler. She did laugh, and called me a yogurt addict. How true. 

So now all of you know my sordid secret. I am a addict.

I cannot resist the yogurt thing. Yes that's right. I confess.

My daughter made wonderful tacos for dinner, which I ate then followed it up with two yogurts. 

But to my credit, I didn't touch the Strawberry Cheesecake Ice Cream....

Tomorrow is, after all, another day. 

FYI about the changes...

My daughter started blogging a few days ago,http://www.denisedoucett.blogspot.com/ sat down for the first time and made her blog dramatic and exciting. Well, I thought, I have been blogging  fro 15 Weeks, my blog should be exciting too! so I started playing and well, what you see is the result. I will fix it, Promise and it will look better. Especially that picture that is the size of the blog itself, I just have to figure out how. Just like someday I will figure how to code hyperlinks correctly,  I can't ask my daughter beause, she will, of course snicker, she has to much respect to outright laugh...well maybe not. 

So I will learn to shrink and paste tomorrow maybe even get the hyperlink thing right, ..now I am taking two aspirins setting the DVR for American Idol,  and going to bed...

Nite all

I have one key to my car, well my daughters car. Forget the trunk key, it has long disappeared. When we moved here from Florida we had to enter the truck through the back seat. It was a challenge but we did it, vowing all the time to get a new key for the trunk and a new ignition key as soon as we got to Charleston. That was almost three months ago.



Today I was sitting blithely at the computer, unaware disaster was about to strike, when my Granddaughter comes up to me and say "Nanny I dropped Mama's keys"


Absently, because I was busily looking up something I mumbled something like, "Tasha you know not to bother Mom's keys" then went back to my computer. Big mistake.


A few hours later, my daughter calls me to come and pick her up from work, and........I can't find he keys.


What did Tasha say? Oh, yes she had dropped them. But where?


Tasha is 2 yrs 8 months old, smarter then a whip but even she had no idea what I was talking about three hours earlier. How she could tell me in an excited voice was. Yes I had them. Where? hmmmmmm


So I searched, my daughter got a friend from work to bring her home. She asked the same questions. She got the same answers.

Still she looked, I looked, and Tasha happily played.

No Keys.

So, because I had to get to work we called Joe the Locksmith. Not to be confused with Joe the plumber because he makes a lot more money.

150 dollars and three hours later, I had a new key, was 5 hours late to work , and Tasha was still insisting she had "dropped" the key. But Where?

This morning we still don't know even though we have looked have the night.

There is a fifth dimension inside every ones house that things disappear to,

For instance, the two socks that go in and only one sock returns? there is a sock room in that fifth dimension. The necklace you just know you put on your dresser, and now it's gone. To the Jewelry room. Sometimes I guess they are not happy and return, other times you really don't see them again.

It would be interesting to find this dimension, think of all the treasures you would find there?

I actually think the entry way is through the dryer but there might be others!

In the meantime, I will wait for my keys to return. Then I will finally have a second set.

I am sure they are going to show up somewhere in plain sight wherever Tasha "dropped" them.

of Spell check, grammer and other things

I am a fast typist, faster sometimes then my brain. that is why I have always Been happy God invented Spell check. Imagine my surprise when I found out Blogger does not have a spell check. "Oh well," I thought, "No one is going to read my blog anyway.
Right?
Wrong.
I found myself quite embarrassed Saturday to find two comments on one of my blogs, both very very nice..but still when I reread the blog itself. hmm my mind definitely was going faster then my fingers.
So I corrected it but....damage was done.
My life is going that way right now, it is spinning faster then I am able to check it. I keep going back over things said and done and finding out I need a spell check on my life.
Moving to Charleston was a great thing, transfer to a new wal-mart get a house, but it was done in two weeks. Did we think o just do it.
It was a step in faith on my part. And it is going to work out all right.
I hope.
Sometimes we just have to step out, I think and take a step. We have to move on and not look back.
Looking around me now, I think the best steps I have taken in the past have been the ones, I didn't ponder on but did.
Sometimes thinking to much, is just that too much.
our Saga continues.