February 23, 2007
I married him because he told me he was rich
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Jump Rope for Heart
Sticky: This post will stay on top until we reach the deadline for donations, which is February 22nd.
Hi,
You know me as Meelie on my Mom's website. I am in the third grade and participating in Jump Rope for Heart. This year I am jumping in honor of my Papa. Jump Rope for Heart teaches us that exercise is important and it helps us support our community. Won't you help me in my fight against heart disease and stroke?
If you would like to donate, go to my webpage. My goal is to raise $500. I really believe that I can do it, especially with your help. Thank you!
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February 21, 2007
Hello cavities!!!
I'm not known for my nutritional prowess (click on the images so that you can see them without your glasses).
WHAT?
I'm in a weird mood, and I don't know why. I feel sort of giddy, in a teenage, giggly, angst, OMG my boyfriend just broke up with me sort of way. But I'm not sad. It's kind of like I'm on this cusp and about ready to take a nose dive off of a cliff. I have butterflies in my stomach. My brain has been knocking on the front door, but it's obviously at the wrong house because no one is answering. Maybe they just don't want me to know that they are home. Who are "they" anyway?
I feel like I could break out into a song, and let me tell you internets, that would not be pretty. The last time I tried that, the gasket on the shower head blew, and it took me over an hour to mop up all of the water. I didn't stop to get dressed so the sight of my naked body caused the mirror to fall of the wall. The children now even have more issues than before. For some reason, I have "It's fun to stay and the Y.M.C.A!" stuck in my head. And I'm doing all of the arm movements.
Like I said. I'm in a weird mood. Maybe if I go watch some back-to-back episodes of Full-House or Fairly Odd Parents, I'll snap out of it.
Or not.
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February 20, 2007
No more teachers, no more books!
It's not ALL about Science here at Chez Moogie
Meelie has been working diligently on a Science project that, from the beginning, was due on February 21st. She had last Thursday and Friday off from school, as well as this Monday. Through her holiday time, we pulled her in from playing outside and have slowly been putting everything together. She had done the research ahead of time, so it was just a matter of putting it into the right format, and coming up with what she was going to use as her presentation.
People, we made her do HOMEWORK during her days off. I am not popular. But that's ok, because that's what we needed to do. It's much easier to finish the projects over the weekend, than to try to do them during the week. It just doesn't work that way. I should know. I've learned my lesson well on that one.
Today, Meelie came home with a note from the teacher that basically said that since so many children weren't going to have the project done on time, she had moved the due date to February 23rd. Excuse me? Correct me if I am wrong, but we have known about this project and the original due date since the first of the month. We have been steadily working on it for the last few weeks. Do you see the problem here? Or is it just me?
I most likely wouldn't be so upset about it but this doesn't seem to be an uncommon practice. For the first semester of the year, and into the third quarter, Chickie had been working on an autobiography. She spent countless hours on it, and when she had completed the written portion, she began to painstakingly sift through photos (regular and those on the computer) to choose the one's that best fit. She decorated a plain binder to fit her theme, as well as made a cover sheet for all of her chapters. She had seven of them. And then the teacher decides that because a few parents really objected to this assignment because it was too much work, she was only going to give extra credit. TOO.MUCH.WORK. She's in seventh grade.
It might just be me, but somehow, this whole changing the due date, or suddenly making a huge project into something insignificant doesn't seem right. Truth be told, it makes me want to just not monitor what my kids are doing in school, and what assignments may be due soon.
Am I overreacting? What would you do?
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Pass the tissues
Don't say I didn't warn you.
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Only in Georgia
I read today that the police were in the hot seat again. It seems that someone in Agusta stole an unverified number of toilets. They think that the thief will try to pawn them. Personally, I believe you just have to look for someone who is landscaping their yard. They'll be using them as planters.
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February 19, 2007
Blog Fodder #12 is up!
"A complete lunatic, you're operating on 100% animal instincts. You thrive on uncontrolled energy, and you're downright scary. But you sure can beat a good drum. "Kill! Kill!"
This is a direct quote, taken from Laquet's blog, and she happens to be the person who submitted the topic for this week's Blog Fodder.
People, I don't know about you but I wouldn't want to risk upsetting "The Animal." So get in there and kill! Er...I mean, submit your post and while your at it? Have a wonderful week!
What do you see when you look out of your living room / kitchen / bedroom window? You can do this with photos if you would like.
To see what Blog Fodder is all about, go here. To see a list of other participants, go here.
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February 17, 2007
Who needs toys?
What's this?
It's alive!
It looks like a child
It acts like a child
It sounds like a child
But something is missing
This explains all of the orphan socks and missing shoes
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February 16, 2007
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
My name is Tiny. Here me roar! Ok, so these are not the best shots ever. It was getting dark and the quality of the picture didn't come out all that well but I was fascinated by the glowing eyes. I have to admit, they make me rather nervous. Let this be a warning to you. Watch your children. And your ice cream. Things may never be the same.
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February 15, 2007
The concert that never was
Melee had a concert tonight (Chorus). Ok, so she thought she had a concert but really, she got confused and the concert tonight was for another group of kids, and her concert is not until next month. Are you all following me so far? The Chorus teacher is awesome and she's done a great job with the kids, but, well, she's not the best at communicating things. This time I think I should have followed my instincts.
For the past few months, she's been faithful about sending out calendars for the month, complete with all of the practices as well as performances. There was nothing about tonight, but Meelie insisted there was a PTO meeting, at which her group would be singing. Knowing the public school system as I do, I know that they are not the best in communication. So we went at what we thought was the appointed time, and found out that the concert that Meelie was in was not until next month.
Poor kid. She was so upset. She had gotten really excited about it and had her "uniform" on and everything. For goodness sakes, she even let me put her hair up and if you knew Meelie, that is tantamount to a do-it-yourself breast reduction. Not that she has any boobs to reduce or anything, but you get the picture.
The kids have so many activities going on with band, and dance and chorus that it is sometimes hard to keep up with. I've got a pretty good system going, in which any time I get a notice from the school, I transfer it on to the family calendar. I am running out of space.
I'm not saying that we are busier than any other family because I know that alot of you are going through it too. What I want to know is this. Will I live to see the other side?
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Blog Fodder - #11 is up!
I forgot to put this up earlier in the week but Blog Fodder #11 is now up!!!! We need to pick up the action on it.
So come on folks, let's go!!!
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February 13, 2007
Bullets..not again
Because I have nothing to post about and because I am tired, I bring you bullets! Which I know you love!. Ok, lie to me and tell me you love them.
Ok, only one bullet. I know I promised you more. I am tired tonight, but all is good. My baby is home. I am happy. All is good yes?
God love the Grouch old Cripple. Because he? He shows you just how I feel.
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February 11, 2007
Hail! Hail! The Gangs all Here!
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February 9, 2007
Blog Fodder - #10
I want you to note that I am early this week for Blog Fodder. Not that there is necessarily a "late" in this case, as you have all week to participate, and you can even post on older topics if that is your wish. I just wanted to point that out, because, you know, there are certain people close to me that believe I can't be on time for anything unless there is chocolate involved.
I don't want to drag this on too much as last week, my dear friend Melli (not MelliE, just Melli, or the Queen of the Curvettes) got seriously frustrated at my penchant for going on, and on, and on, and on, and on about nothing in particular and I want to show her that I can get to the point. At least sometime in this century. Maybe.
Reigning in my gossipy chattering walkabout tendencies, I'll jump ahead to the subject at hand. THANK.THE.LORD!
This week's topic is brought to us by
"If you could go back in time and choose your career, what would it be?"
During the course of my lifetime, my choices of careers is rivalled only by the number of times I have banged my head in frustration as something my children have done/are doing/are going to do. If you look at the large indentation in the middle of my forehead you would understand the depth of my apparent inability to make a decision and stick with it already! I know that sentence didn’t make sense, but stick with me, and I guarantee you’ll still be confused at the end of this post.
It began when I was a little girl and I got my first nurses kit (I knew Heather was good choice for this question). My mother is a Registered Nurse (retired), and of course, I wanted to be just like her. As I got older I found out there was blood involved, as well as needles and changing bedpans, so I changed my mind. For a long time I wanted to be a Police Officer, but then I found out they had to work weekends, and evenings, so that was out.
This list goes on, and I won't even talk about how many times I changed my mind when I was in college (and I won't talk about how long it took to get my degree). This post is already long enough to TP a 3,500 square foot house.
I've been with the company I am at for nearly 25 years. I've changed career paths many times, and most of the time, they have been good moves. About a year and a half ago, I switched to my current job, which was the best decision I have ever made. For the first time in my life, I can honestly say I have found my niche. I love what I do. I love the challenges of the job. The stress is high, but it's the kind of stress that leaves me feeling invigorated at the end of the day.
So for right now? This very moment? I think I'll stay where I'm at. And that, my dear internets, is my final answer.
Go here to see a list of this week's participants.
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February 7, 2007
Have pupils, will travel
I got my eyes checked this afternoon, complete with dilation. I can't believe all of the stuff that they did. I feel as though there is no part of my eyeball they didn't examine, which I guess is a good thing. My how times have changed. I'm still not seeing all that well, but I did get sent home with a pair of those awesomely groovy sunglasses.
I've not gotten my eyes checked for a really long time. It's not that I have a problem with the thought of needing glasses. Let's face it, it's a fact of life and it's what happens when you get older. In other words, at least in my opinion, it's no big deal.
I think my husband got really tired of me moaning and groaning that the light in the house was insufficient and my daughter got tired of reading directions on medicine bottles and boxes of brownie mix. There were those two things, plus the little fact that my arms had shrunk in length that finally spurred me on to making an appointment.
Thankfully I have good insurance because Lord love a duck, those glasses can be expensive. I only needed them for reading/computer work. I've got a bit of an astigmatism, and some other things which are to be expected of a woman of 40 (give or take 10 years). Ahem.
The hardest part was actually picking out a pair of frames as I had no clue as to what I was looking for. Luckily, I only needed the single vision lenses, as opposed to bi-focals, because heavens knows, I really needed to be able to pick from any kind of a frame I wanted. Do you think we could just narrow the choices down a bit?
The doctor's office I went to was great, all the way around. I also had a lot of help, and voting from the people in the waiting room, about which frames looked the best. I chose sort of funky, but not way out on left base frames, which are fun. I'm comfortable with them because I'll not be wearing them full time. I just kind of wanted to "spice" things up a bit, and live a bit on the wild side.
WHAT?
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February 5, 2007
This will be quick...
....said the spider to the fly.
I went to the dentist today and I survived. Go me! I had no cavities (which has not been my problem in the last year or so), and no more cracked teeth, etc. The dentist said things are looking better, and there is only one area of the gums which is a concern, but not a big one. As silly as this may sound to those of you who don't understand my depth of fear (sheer terror) of visiting the dentist, the cleaning has never bothered me. It's the part where the dentist himself comes in and checks your teeth and tells you the bad news. Well, that's how it's been for me the last few visits.
I've had very little problems with my teeth for most of my life. I hit 40 and it was like I went downhill from there. I can handle having to replace a filling because of age, that's no bit deal. But in the last year or so, I've had cracked teeth, a crown, you name it.
When I try to explain it to people, they pretty much look at me as if I've grown ears larger than an elephant and that my brain has relocated somewhere between my chin and little toe. I cannot tell you where the paralyzing fear comes from, because I honestly don't know. I had a wonderful dentist out in California, and I have a great one here as well. I've not had any horrible experiences with dentists in my past.
I've often thought of going to the doctor to see if he can give me something to help calm my nerves, as alot of you have suggested. But if I do that, I worry that I'll start having to take the medicine for every single doctor's appointment or procedure in the future. If I can't handle it now, it's only going to get worse.
I know I have quite a bit of anxiety, and issues surrounding that. If I were completely honest with you, I would tell you that I bring in on myself. My imagination runs wild, and I constantly fight the battle of "backing the hearse up to the door." For as long as I remember, I've been like that, but in the last few years, it's gotten worse.
But I'm working on it. And as my best friend told me on the phone today, "that's the first step." And she has first hand knowledge of that, because she's known me all of my life.
Carry on.
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Blog Fodder #10 is up!
Go here for the topic and the participants this week.
Won't you join us?
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February 3, 2007
Blog Fodder - #9
I am nothing, if not fashionably late. Of course, my husband may disagree with you because he is one, who not only likes to get where we are going on time; he likes to get there early. We have had some heated discussions, which usually leave me grovelling at his feet, because, yes it's my fault, and I will promise to try to do better, honest I will, please don't lock me in the closet again. Oh, I didn't realize you were still reading. Moving right along!
The paragraph above was meant to make you roll your eyes and say "WILL YOU GET TO THE POINT WOMAN? THIS IS ABOUT BLOG FODDER!" Did you know that there is this little vein on the side of your head that pops out when you are frustrated with me? No? Was it ok that I told you? I could probably help you hide it with a little bit of makeup.
Now, where was I?
Oh yes, this week's Blog Fodder topic was brought to you by Rob over at My Bloody Great Nutshell.
Name a sensory input(s) which trigger a mood change be it uplifting, depressing, poignancy or remind you of a past event or period in time. Examples - the smell of an aftershave or perfume, a song, a baby crying, the sound of a vegas slot machine, the feel of clean sheets, the taste of a childhood drink.
There are so many appropriate things I would write here to answer this question. There are many different things that trigger memories, some of which Rob has mentioned above in his examples.
- The smell of babies. There is something about them that I can never get enough of. I went to a shower this weekend, and there was a little one (Stormin Norman!) that I just couldn't get enough of. Of course, when I tried to hide him under my shirt and sneak him home, his mother totally tackled me like a football player before I even opened the front door. Whenever I hold little babies I tend to bury my nose in their neck, or smell the top of their heads. There's just something about that smell that brings out the maternal instincts and causes my heart to explode into a gazillion tiny little pieces. I can also picture quite clearly, both of my girls when they were that age, and sometimes, just for a little while, I wish for another one, but the medications generally wears off, and I come to my senses. Because I still cannot post pictures on my blog, go here to find pictures of Normy, which will make your heart explode as well.
- Aftershave. Aftershave always brings up good memories for me. As I was growing up, my father used aftershave daily. Every morning, he would come into my room to kiss me goodbye, and I would have to smell him and guess which aftershave he was wearing. If I remember correctly, his favorites were Old Spice and English Leather. I really missed that whenever he was on travel. I felt like it was something that only I could do. Because I was a master at the scent of aftershaves.
I think I'll stop with just those two, as this post has gone on long enough and I need to go give my youngest daughter a tattoo.
Go here for the topic and the participants this week, and enjoy.
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On the first day, God created....
This was a conversation we had over lunch at Ruby Tuesday's.
Meelie: Mom, who was the first person born in our family?
Me: Grandpa (OWW's Dad)
**Silence**
Meelie: Was Grandpa's Mommy and Daddy Adam and Eve?
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February 2, 2007
Samm Starr
I am one of three children. I have two older brothers, one 7 years older than me, and the other 4 1/2. I was extremely spoiled by them, as well as protected.
For some reason, they still love me, or at least that's what they say. I suspect my parents are paying them hush money to keep the truth at bay. Let's face it people, I was evil. Until I was older, the boys would always take the heat for me if I did something wrong, providing they could fool my folks. I'm not going to tell you about any of those times in detail because my parents read this blog, and they might not know about all of them. I'm probably deluding myself about this, but I'm good at ignoring the obvious. You know what I mean. You THINK you are fooling your parents, but they really know about everything you do. Even if they don't tell you about it. Ahem.
I was pretty shy as a child and it took me a while to make friends. My brother's always let me hang with them, as I was a bit of a tomboy, and not prone to preening or crying jags. I remember one of my proudest moments was hearing one of my brother's friends say, "your sister is pretty cool, she's just like a guy!" My, how times change things.
One of the games we used to play was "Samm Starr." Truth be told, I've no idea where that came from or why we picked it, but it stood for "Secret Agent Movie Star." Hey! We were kids. We also thought the double letters rocked, because it made us sound like we were hot spit.
All three of us would wear be packing a squirt gun. The only difference was I would be the one wearing sunglasses. I was a Secret Agent, assigned to catch the bad guys. We would run and hide, but no matter where they were, I would sniff them out because I was cool that way. I probably could have been James Bond's sidekick. In my mind at least.
When I would find them we would exchange squirt gun fire, and ultimately, I would BRING.THEM.TO.THEIR.KNEES. Or not. The result was that we would all end up pretty wet, but very happy. To this day, both of them will quite often refer to me by the name of Samm.
I have alot of memories from growing up. Sometimes, I think I could write a book about it. It's one of the things I truly love about blogging. I can write about them here, and my children can read about it, and realize just how lucky I was to have brothers that loved me so much. I'm hoping that they'll have memories of growing up together when they are my age.
For now, I'm just happy when they get along because sometimes folks, I'm not all so sure they'll make it to their next birthday.
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February 1, 2007
S.H.I.T.
Hi Mom!
So happy it's Thursday! Because? That means tomorrow is Friday, and let me tell you internets, it couldn't come any sooner. That's not to say that this week was a bad one, just busy, and a bit on the crazy side, but all good.
I have been inundated with updates for a website that I created for a friend of mine. It started off really small and simple. They have since, opened up a store, and it's become a massive undertaking of Herculean proportions. Ok, that's a bit of an overkill but I was trying to get a point across, which at the moment escapes me, because I am scatterbrained that way. Oh wait! I remember now. The point is, as her business grows, so does the website and it's become blatantly obvious that I'm going to have to pull out my "Web Design for Dummies" book, and study it. Really hard. Yeah..let's see how I can fit that in my schedule.
Note: Microsoft Office Publisher is fine for a one or two page website, but when you want to add a massive amount of graphics and links, and other pages, things get a little too dicey. And slow. And cumbersome.
I have a dentist appointment on Monday. It's just for cleaning but I suspect I have some more teeth that have cracked and I'm a total mess. I have been waking up at about 2:00 in the morning and not going back to sleep until around 4:00 which really bites the monkey's rump when you figure that my alarm goes of at 4:30. Lord, I'm so tired. And scared. Why don't they just put me to sleep and pull all of my teeth already? For those of you who don't make it a habit to hang on my every word (like my children), I have a completely irrational fear of dentists.
This evening I came home to a portion of the gutter laying on the garbage can, and various pieces lying on the ground next to it. Normally one would just sigh, get the ladder, and put everything back up but NO! It was pouring down rain. I let the fish out into the pond caused by the missing gutter that was not redirecting the water away from our house. They decided to make a party of it, extended their happy hour, and when last seen, were line dancing to the latest Dixie Chicks CD (Wide Open Spaces.....).
As we were eating dinner, and when the rain was at its heaviest, all of us suddenly looked up from our plates, and shouted "DOGS!" With everything that was going on, we had forgotten that we had not let the dogs inside. I got some old towels, and we each took a dog (Chickie was at dance) naively thinking we could dry them off before they caused too much damage. Dad had Tiny, and she pretty much cooperated, but OH MY! She feels so GOOD! And she loves to rub up against you when you are drying her OFF! And then she does a full body shake, which includes her right hind leg. If you are not quick enough, you will become saturated and walk around for the rest of the evening smelling like wet dog.
The other two are more like escape artists. On heroine. Or after three cups of extremely strong coffee. Either one works. If you make the mistake of letting go of their squirmy little bodies you will spend the next fifteen minutes chasing them down and screaming things like "BRUISER, GET OFF OF THE DINING ROOM TABLE YOU IDIOT!!!" The only reason that Meelie was able to catch Ralph was because he somehow got up into the bathroom sink, and he couldn't figure out how to get back out.
Have a great evening everyone, and if I don’t see you before, have a fantastic weekend as well.
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Wow!
Whether you believe or not, you have to admit, this is amazing.
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