The Rules:
1. Answer the questions using only one word.
2. Tag four others.
I was tagged by my friend Michelle, who dreams of working on a crab boat...which is not one word.
1. Where is your cell phone? nightstand
2. Your significant other? bed
3. Your hair? head
4. Your mother? cabin
5. Your father? paradise
6. Your favorite thing? laughter
7. Your dream last night? dunno
8 Your favorite drink? rootbeer
9. Your dream/goal? spaaaa....
10. The room you’re in? bedroom
11. Your hobby? huh?
12. Your fear? fear
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? House
14. What you’re not? athletic
15. Muffins? zucchini
16. One of your wish list items? vacation
17. Where you grew up? SDakota (hey it has to be one word)
18. The last thing you did? moisturized
19. What are you wearing? gees
20. Favorite gadget? computer
21. Your pets? poodle
22. Your computer? lap
23. Your mood? mellow
24. Missing someone? Coltie (uh,that would be my Elder Coltie)
25. Your car? clean
26. Something you’re not wearing? toupee :)
27. Favorite store? Target (this cannot be answered in one word!..)
28. Like someone? many
29. Your favorite color? pink
30. When is the last time you laughed? today
31. Last time you cried? Monday
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Blub Blog Update Update
It is now 36 pounds less, that the Mah is packing on her low riding frame. The brick building will some day be the brick house. It has been the toughest thing, this mind over appetite thing. Instead of indulging, I daydream about all the foods I miss...
McD's fresh hot fries
Carrabbas bread with olive oil to dip
farfalle al pesto
Goodberry's frozen chocolate custard with bing cherries and peeecans
Big Ed's homemade biscuits with molasses...hey, don't knock it till you've tried it, this is a true Southern (capitalized Southern) delicacy.
Ditto on Big Ed's dinner plate sized pancakes..
I think I just gained a couple of fantasy pounds.
The sacrifice is worth it, because I am able to fit into my dream dress. Granted, it isn't the size I want to be, but it fits and it is a smaller size than I used to be. By the way, I couldn't find the smokin' hot with a hat dress, it's British and I am not that ambitious, but I did find the just plain smokin' hot dress. Now to find something sparkly to cover the girls, and I will be set. Any ideas on where to find sparkly girl covers???? They must be gold beaded or satin and taupey...or toasty, not sure what you call that color.
Actually it's called mink. But I don't want mink girl covers. After all, it's summer.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Momma Mia!
I had an incredibly fun Friday night with my fellow Dancing Queens. We went to see Mamma Mia. Last year we saw the stage production together and it was a blast. The movie was great. I do have to say, if Pierce Brosnan as 007, is your fantasy man, you will probably trade him in for a newer model after hearing him sing. He was incredibly corny, over enunciating and having that 'French horn' quality to his voice. EVERY and I mean EVERY time he sang, the audience was roaring. A lady in our row sounded like she had laid an egg, she was actually cackling. I know he was supposed to sound overdramatic but WOW, it was totally weird. I mean, he IS James Bond, and to see him singing SOS was enough to almost make one wet their pants.
Do I recommend this film? YES! Of course I am biased because I was in high school when ABBA came out, and I loved them then. I don't know if a guy would enjoy it or not, because I am married to a metro that likes to listen to Barry Manilow and watch the WE channel, so you would have to make that judgment call with your hubby. Heck, forget the hubby, go with your girlfriends, it is an excellent night out.You might want to bring some Depends....
Once again, thanks to Social Queen Erin for arranging the whole night!
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Itty Bitty Living Space
We closed on the house last week. I even cried a little. I am not sure if it's because I have so many fond memories in that place, or because 8 of us plus the giant poodle, are now crammed into a 3 bedroom apartment until the Dream House is finished. Which could be the end of September,but does that really mean October?
Moving all our junk (not that kind of junk)was a little traumatic. And appalling. How did I not throw away a receipt dated 1994??? I have moved twice since then! Will I turn into one of those creepy people they show on those Clean House shows? They move the bed and there is a dust bunny the size of South Dakota, along with dozens of bottles with 1/100th of an inch of lotion in them, a gallon of home brewed penicillin, 5,000 Cool Whip containers and maybe some disco clothes from 1979? Maybe there is a whole civilization living under my kitchen sink! Little creatures that like to eat Magic Erasers and Brillo Pads.
Seriously, my house was not that bad, but when you start sorting out your 'stuff', you see yourself like someone else would, if they were sorting your 'stuff'. And I don't want what they see to be 'Neurotic'.Like why is there a computer game in the craft box, that is practically a DOS program?? If I clutter my new home like that, someone do an intervention.
As Big G was cleaning the attic of insulation (it's a buyers market and they make you do everything)apparently the bats had returned. That night, he is taking out the trash and sees a little minion of darkness clinging to the INSIDE of the storm door.I had walked past that thing and didn't know it. Ewww! So we 'flicked' it off of the door and it lay on it's back in the driveway making really evil faces at us. Wish I'd gotten a picture.Let me tell you, bats have faces. It kept coming back, one day hanging under the overhead light, the next on the inside of the storm door AGAIN! Finally, my beautiful and brilliant daughter KK executed it. It was 'stickacide'. Death by a stick. She made an executive decision that the bat was not welcome at our back door anymore and put down some martial law. I think she will be fine at college. If she can kill a bat, she can handle a college boy.In retrospect, it was probably good she did that, maybe it had rabies. College boys do too, so she is ready for everything.Here's my little Buffy.
and the minion of darkness...not actual photo by the way, but all minions look pretty much alike.
On a happier note, the new apartment is very nice, no bats so far,even if we are crammed in here. It has excellent security and a beautiful pool. The kids started the new school year yesterday, and the buses eventually stopped for them. Maybe Big G's giant signs helped.And throwing rocks. Just kidding...but seriously...
My dog, on the other hand, has forgotten that the outside is for doing the business. She was spoiled being turned loose in a fenced yard. Now she is on a leash. And far be it for her to do the doo whilst on a leash. So enter the Spot Bot. Love that thing! Fill it with cleaning solution, set it on the spot, turn it on,walk away, and it takes care of everything. No more getting on my hands and knees scrubbing and silently cursing my four legged friend. Hey, friends don't dump on your carpet! She better get this whole squatting in the woods thing down quick, before things get really ugly around here. I may have to sell her to the circus.
Moving all our junk (not that kind of junk)was a little traumatic. And appalling. How did I not throw away a receipt dated 1994??? I have moved twice since then! Will I turn into one of those creepy people they show on those Clean House shows? They move the bed and there is a dust bunny the size of South Dakota, along with dozens of bottles with 1/100th of an inch of lotion in them, a gallon of home brewed penicillin, 5,000 Cool Whip containers and maybe some disco clothes from 1979? Maybe there is a whole civilization living under my kitchen sink! Little creatures that like to eat Magic Erasers and Brillo Pads.
Seriously, my house was not that bad, but when you start sorting out your 'stuff', you see yourself like someone else would, if they were sorting your 'stuff'. And I don't want what they see to be 'Neurotic'.Like why is there a computer game in the craft box, that is practically a DOS program?? If I clutter my new home like that, someone do an intervention.
As Big G was cleaning the attic of insulation (it's a buyers market and they make you do everything)apparently the bats had returned. That night, he is taking out the trash and sees a little minion of darkness clinging to the INSIDE of the storm door.I had walked past that thing and didn't know it. Ewww! So we 'flicked' it off of the door and it lay on it's back in the driveway making really evil faces at us. Wish I'd gotten a picture.Let me tell you, bats have faces. It kept coming back, one day hanging under the overhead light, the next on the inside of the storm door AGAIN! Finally, my beautiful and brilliant daughter KK executed it. It was 'stickacide'. Death by a stick. She made an executive decision that the bat was not welcome at our back door anymore and put down some martial law. I think she will be fine at college. If she can kill a bat, she can handle a college boy.In retrospect, it was probably good she did that, maybe it had rabies. College boys do too, so she is ready for everything.Here's my little Buffy.
and the minion of darkness...not actual photo by the way, but all minions look pretty much alike.
On a happier note, the new apartment is very nice, no bats so far,even if we are crammed in here. It has excellent security and a beautiful pool. The kids started the new school year yesterday, and the buses eventually stopped for them. Maybe Big G's giant signs helped.And throwing rocks. Just kidding...but seriously...
My dog, on the other hand, has forgotten that the outside is for doing the business. She was spoiled being turned loose in a fenced yard. Now she is on a leash. And far be it for her to do the doo whilst on a leash. So enter the Spot Bot. Love that thing! Fill it with cleaning solution, set it on the spot, turn it on,walk away, and it takes care of everything. No more getting on my hands and knees scrubbing and silently cursing my four legged friend. Hey, friends don't dump on your carpet! She better get this whole squatting in the woods thing down quick, before things get really ugly around here. I may have to sell her to the circus.
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