edit at bottom...                    

Whew!  Fun weekend.  Seems when I got onto our GS leader for
not doing anything anymore, I really got her jump-started.  Jess
has been complaining for a little bit that she wants to drop GS...I
know past a certain age, it becomes harder to keep the girls in, and
right now, our troop is at that 'magical' time.  And it doesn't
help that the troop hasn't been doing ANYTHING all year...just monthly
sleepovers, where all they were doing was watching movies...not very
scouty, ya know?  So then Jess lets me know that most of the
remaining girl scouts have been talking about not rejoining next
year.  Now, this is sad to me. I find girl scouts a VERY
upstanding thing for a young lady to do, not to mention I hear there's
a hefty scholarship for a gs who goes from Daisies to Senior...and she
DOES like it when they do stuff! AND some of the girls in the troop are
from the other side of town...the ones who REALLY need to stay occupied
or bad things are gonna happen... So I had me a talk with the leader a
few weeks ago, letting her know she's fixin' to lose her troop unless
we start doing things again.  For awhile, I was unable to
volunteer, as little guy was a holy terror and Dad was just not
reliable to be home with him, work was constant.  Now that Jason's
older, I can drag him along with to most things, and Dad is being
better about work, too.  So I told our leader, I would be more
than happy to be a major assistant, and let's get this ball back on
track. So, basically every weekend now, has something GSy there...this
Friday was horseback riding at a local horse ranch...SO FUN...they gave
the girls a real riding lesson (rather than just throwing them on a
horse and letting them ride a trail - which, of course, some girls
complained about - I don't think they realized how important the basics
are first), then they got to comb the horses down, and check out the
new foals...and, since I dragged Jason along, they let him ride out
with the girls!!  HE LOVED IT.  (scrapbook memo:Jason's horse
was Tezza, Jess's horse was Maggie)  So I think Jason's not gonna
mind hanging out with the GS too much!  This coming weekend is the
GS sleepover - I don't have to help with that, then I think the
following weekend is Hairspray at the Fox.  Goin' to that one, and
Dad has Jason!

Tonight Jess's school choir is singing the Star Spangled Banner at the
Cardinals baseball game!!!  So exciting...got the camcorder
charging right now, and Dad is buying tons of DVD's for it on the way
to work...sucky part is we have major nosebleed seats - bought by the
school. Not sure if I"ve mentioned my extreme fear of heights...when we
went to Monster Jam with Jason we had the nosebleeds (I had no idea
what I was buying - next time you can bet I'll do better!) and I was
scared spitless the whole time...you should have seen me almost
crawling up the stairs, holding onto the handrail for dear
life...wouldn't let Jason stand up next to his seat (my fear extends to
the kids...they're not afraid, but I can jsut picture them falling
every time - drives them and Dad nuts) so not sure how this is going to
go...we're up so high, our area has the open air at our back - ACK!!!  Gonna have to find me some prozac just to enjoy the game, I think!!  But what a memory for Jess...so exciting!

Saturday was wonderful.  We did nothing.  Nothing. And it was
great.  Jess watched Jason in the morning so we could both sleep
in...and the kids declared an outside day...seriously, I think they
only came in to go potty all day.  Good times.  And then,
Sunday, after church, we packed up a picnic lunch and headed to
Collinsville park...nice relaxed weekend...sigh...it was nice. 

Oooh...Sat. night me and hubby watched Fun With Dick and Jane...good
movie...recommend it to all...it's funny in a scary, almost real kind
of way...at first A didn't enjoy it, 'cause it made him think of
stuff...but then I think he got into it...Jim Carrey's just awesome...I
like him before when he was just silly and yodeling out of his butt,
but he's really making movies with consciousness to it, now, ya
know?  This coming Sat, me and A are taking a date night
(utilizing church's parents night out), and going to see Scary Movie
4....heh hehe he...I can't wait! 

Well, I want to get to the gym, so ya'll take care...I'll let you know how the game went!! (and if I live through it)

a little politically incorrect...but eh, it's funny...

A doctor at an insane asylum decided to take his patients to a baseball game.

For weeks in advance, he coached his patients to respond to his commands.

When the day of the game
arrived, everything seemed to be going well. As the National Anthem
started.......the doctor yelled, "Up Nuts" And the patients complied by
standing up.

After the anthem ...he yelled, "Down Nuts". And they all sat back down in their seats.

After a home run was hit, the doctor yelled, "Cheer Nuts". They all brokeout into applause and cheered.

When the umpire made a
particularly bad call against the star of the home team, the Doctor
yelled, "Booooo Nuts!!!" and they all started booing and cat calling.

Thinking things were going very well. The doctor decided to go get a beer and a hot dog, leaving his assistant in charge.

When he returned, there was a riot in progress. Finding his assistant, the doctor asked," What in the world happened? "

The assistant replied, "Well, everything was going just fine till a vendor passed by and yelled PEANUTS!"

A recent Scottish immigrant attends his
first baseball game in his new country and after a base hit he hears
the fans roaring run....run! The next batter connects heavily with the
ball and the Scotsman stands up and roars with the crowd in his thick
accent: "R-r-run ya bahstard, r-run will ya!" A third batter slams a
hit and again the Scotsman, obviously pleased with his knowledge of the
game, screams "R-r-run ya bahstard, r-r-run will ya!" The next batter
held his swing at three and two and as the ump calls a walk the
Scotsman stands up yelling "R-r-run ya bahstard, r-r-run!" All the
surrounding fans giggle quietly and he sits down confused.

A friendly fan, sensing his embarassment whisper, "He doesn't have to run, he's got four balls."

After this explanation the Scotsman stands up in disbelief and screams, "Walk with pr-r-ride man!"

         
                                                 
GO

AFTER THE GAME EDIT:
The game was cool...however, Jess called later from school saying she
wasn't feeling well...I asked her if she wanted to tough it out, so she
could do the game thing...it's a once in a lifetime experience, ya
know?  How often can someone say they sang the Star Spangled
Banner at a national baseball game?  She really said she didn't
care, she didn't feel well, but I pressured her into it.  Bad
mommy.  I do feel a little guilt, she really felt yucky.  I
did tell her as soon as she was done singing, we'd go home...and we
did.  Got to see one home run, that luckily happened in the first
10 minutes of the game, and then home we went...and squeezed in a horse
drawn carriage ride on the way to the car!  I swear I'm not a bad
mom...I knew that if she didn't do this, it could possibly be one of
those regrets on down the line...didn't want it to be like that for
her...and yes, we were on the toppest of top seats...chain link at our
back.    I was scared to
death...white knuckled my seat and Jason's knee...Heights suck for
me.  (sorry for those who hate the term suck...it just REALLY
does...)

Oh uck.  And you can interpret that any way you want.  Let's
just say I don't consider this the "blessing of a woman" that my mom
always tried to brainwash me with.  Blessing my ass.

So I can't go to swim aerobics today, that makes me grouchy...my house
is a big mess, that makes me grouchy, while I was stuffing a pill down
Chako's throat last night, he accidentally bit me, so my thumb is sore,
and THAT makes me grouchy.  I think it's a grouchy day today,
folks....we all need a good one sometime. 

Yesterday, I couldn't decide what to do after I dropped Jason off at
preschool...was feeling a little ambitious, thought I"d WALK to the
gym, do my weights, and WALK back...dropped Jason off, thought,
hmmm...I could also go to the local nursery and BUY MORE
FLOWERS...called a friend to help me decide what to do...so it's all
her fault!  Totally skipped the gym and did the nursery
thing...where I ran into someone else that goes to the gym with me and
she was playing hookey too!!  I bought all my veggie plants
(cucumbers, roma tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, yellow, green, and red
onions), herbs (oregano, parsley, peppermint, lots of different
lavenders, lemon balm, salva, chives, a couple of different basils,
rosemary, thyme, sage), and then, yes, more flowers.  I'm an
addict.  Though, I really don't think there's going to be any more
space left soon, unless I start planting up front.But there I always
run the risk of digging into bulbs, so I'm careful with what goes out
there...

Took this quiz from blogthings...pretty on the mark, I think, on this one...
                              

You Are Sunrise

You enjoy living a slow, fulfilling life. You enjoy living every moment, no matter how ordinary. You are a person of reflection and meditation. You start and end every day by looking inward. Caring and giving, you enjoy making people happy. You're often cooking for friends or buying them gifts. All in all, you know how to love life for what it is - not for how it should be.

AI: Woohoo...now only the best of the best is left, isn't it? 
It's gonna be a really hard game now!!!  However, if Kelly doesn't
start pulling it out, she may be the next to go!  And I told ya'll
that Chris's people were gonna start leaving him if he doesn't start
rocking out again!  Bottom 3, hello!
Amazing Race:  go hippies, go hippies, go hippies...SO glad it was
a non-elimination round!!!  Frat boys need to go now...they're too
much competition for my hippies...

Well, that's about it...I'll try to find a chuckle out there somewhere...just not feeling really chuckalicious today myself....

OK...this one was just too funny...

A
woman went to a doctor and said , doctor, I have a problem.
every time I sneeze I have an orgasm. the doctor said, oh
really, what have you been doing for it. the woman replied,
snorting pepper.
 

So, how was everyone's Easter?  Mine was terrific!  Dragged
my bro in law and his new wife back to my mom and dads with us, and we
had SO MUCH FUN! T (the new wife) is totally a city girl (but not a
wuss)(no offense to any city girls reading this), so it was kind of fun
to mess with her on things...she was talking about ticks, and how she
had one when she was little...OK...when you're talking to someone who
grew up on a farm in Mo., someone having one tick when they were little
years ago, sounds kind of weird...I dunno...don't get me wrong, I
totally love T...I think she is the greatest...for a city girl!   
She did get down and dirty with the kids...my mom and dad have a
trekker, which is almost like an ATV, but bigger and pulls a little
wagon behind...we totally treat it like a little ol' ATV and go rough
ridin' through creek beds, gullies, woods, you name it...you usually
come out of it with a very sore tush and several scratches, and dirt
encrusted in every crevice....lots of fun...
Then, of course, I ate EVERYTHING in sight on Easter.  Had a full
Entemennes cheese danish...1/4 of that lemon cheesecake, tons of
jellybeans and robin eggs, not to mention all the yummy food for
dinner...so I weigh myself this morning...ummmm...I gained 5 pounds. FROM SUNDAY!!!!  
Ouch...needless to say, my butt went to the gym this morning, and back
on my low carb diet full force!!!  But, it was yummy!! (and so
worth it!)
                                      

Bought a whole bumch more flowers today...they just kind of jumped into
my cart...really just went shopping for shorts for my daughter...child
has finally decided to get hips and a little tushie this year...went
from a 10 (yes, in little girls) to a 12...we're even trying a size 0
in juniors to see if they fit...(apparently no stores believe in shorts
for the under 13 set this year-at least that don't go 2 inches below
their belly button and 1/2 inch below their butt crack!)  Who are
these people trying to dress, anyway?  Future
hootchie-mamas?  Not my baby girl!  Anyway, talking about
flowers....got some really purty ones...gonna need to ask my buddy to
take a pic of my back garden so I can post it on here...it's so
pretty!!!  Not really organized...but so colorful and
jumbled...which is just how I like things!  Jason and Jess didn't
help much either...."oh, mom, this one's pretty. let's get it", and
Jason just plopping the ones he liked in...had to weed out a few of
those.  I think we did finally let him have his own geranium to
plant and take care of...he does love plants...and I'm so happy this
one doesn't eat live creatures!  (his normal plant loves consist
of venus fly traps, pitcher plants, etc...)  I did buy some
lavender too...think I want to buy some more...when my sis and I were
delivering phone books, this one house had lavender surrounding the
entry way...what a neat idea.  Lavender is supposed to bring peace
and calmness, what a neat thing to have right at your doorway! 
Hubby's in a rotten mood coming home from work, and gets a dose of
lavender before he even enters the house...awesome.  We'll see if
it works!!

Edit: the background pic...'cause I do
think dandelions are beautiful, too...even when they're done...what
other flower do you get to make wishes on when they're done
blooming?  Nothing cooler than that...me and the kids call them
"wish flowers"...and I think the song goes perfectly...nothing's
impossible...

That's about it for me, I think...it's about beddy-by time, and I want
to go say howdy to everyone too, before I turn in...so ya'll have a
great Tuesday!!! 

God Finds Out About Lawn Care

"Winterize
your lawn," the big sign outside the garden store commanded. I've fed
it, watered it, mowed it, raked it and watched a lot of it die anyway.
Now I'm supposed to winterize it? I hope it's too late. Grass lawns
have to be the stupidest thing we've come up with outside of thong
swimsuits! We constantly battle dandelions, Queen Anne's lace, thistle,
violets, chicory and clover that thrive naturally, so we can grow grass
that must be nursed through an annual four step chemical dependency.

Imagine the conversation The Creator might have with St. Francis about this:

"Frank
you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on
down there? What happened to the dandelions, violets, thistle and stuff
I started eons ago? I had a perfect, no maintenance garden plan. Those
plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with
abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracted
butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a
vast garden of colors by now. But all I see are these green rectangles."

"It's
the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started
calling your flowers 'weeds' and went to great extent to kill them and
replace them with grass."

"Grass?
But it's so boring. It's not colorful. It doesn't attract butterflies,
birds and bees, only grubs and sod worms. It's temperamental with
temperatures. Do these suburbanites really want all that grass growing
there?"

"Apparently
so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They
begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant
that crops up in the lawn."

"The spring rains and cool weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy."

"Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it _ sometimes twice a week."

"They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?"

"Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags."

"They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?"

"No, sir. Just the opposite. They pay to throw it away."

"Now
let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And
when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?"

"Yes, sir."

"These
Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the
rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them
a lot of work."

"You
aren't going believe this Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast,
they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it so they can continue
to mow it and pay to get rid of it."

"What
nonsense! At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke
of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring
to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn they fall to
the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and
protect the trees and bushes. Plus, as they rot, the leaves form
compost to enhance the soil. It's a natural circle of life."

"You
better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As
soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and have them
hauled away."

"No! What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter and keep the soil moist and loose?"

"After
throwing away your leaves, they go out and buy something they call
mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves."

"And where do they get this mulch?"

"They cut down trees and grind them up."

"Enough!
I don't want to think about this anymore. Saint Catherine, you're in
charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?"

"Dumb and Dumber, Lord. It's a real stupid movie about..."

"Never mind I think I just heard the whole story."

 
Ain't it the truth?
                                           

A Week in the life of a Gardener's Spouse

She dug the plot on Monday, the soil was rich and fine
But she forgot to put the dinner on, so out we went to dine.

She planted roses Tuesday, she says they are a must.
They really were quite lovely, but she forgot to dust.

On Wednesday it was daisies they opened with the sun,
All pinks and whites and yellows, but the laundry wasn't done.

The poppies came on Thursday all bright and cherry red,
I guess she really was engrossed, she never made the bed.

It was violets here on Friday in colours she adores,
It never bothered her at all, the dirt upon our floors.

Saturday I hired a maid, I'd not admit defeat,
She can garden all she wants now and the house will still be neat

It's nearly lunchtime Sunday I cannot find the maid,
Oh I don't believe it. She's out there alongside my wife with her own spade!

(maybe I should let the husband read this one...think he'll catch the hint here?)

  EDIT:
I do believe I may have forgotten to mention that the great and
wonderful number_one_brother that is such a fantastic friend and fixer
type guy fixed my lawn mower...isn't he awesome???  (How's that
J?   Thanks again!!!  Hope ya'lls Easter was fantastic!)
                                 

This
darn pic thing still isn't working...wanted to put up a purty Happy
Easter sign...maybe I can "steal" one from someone by copying
it...we'll see...gotta run will type again in a little bit...

Aha! Found one and I'm back...last couple of days were busy
busy...should be out mowing right now as my dear friend number one
brother fixed my mower!!!! Yeehaw!!  I really actually enjoy
mowing the lawn...yes, I know, I'm odd....BUT...I want to just do
nothing but sit for a moment and chat with you all...

So yesterday was normal workout time, took a friends kiddo home with me
so they could play together...been awhile...then chopped all the sticks
in my yard into the little pieces the yard waste poeple want them to
be, chopped down a bush that's been bugging me for awhile, planted some
more flowers, cleaned my kitchen (and that was a JOB), did some
laundry, and finally got to sit down around dinner time. 
Whew!  TODAY, had to go pick up hubby's paycheck, drop off Jess at
musical practice, run to the grocery store 'cause I promised to bring
buns for the musical kid's lunch-also picked up some cupcakes for Jas'
playgroup, then hurried back to the church to drop off buns, Jason, and
cupcakes at playgroup, then went back down to help set up for
lunch...after that was all said and done, went to Walmart to pick up a
whole bunch of dirt, then picked up Jess and friends boys from church,
dropped them off-picked up Jason from friends house, then met number
one brother again so he could help me get a tiller I rented from Home
Depot home...then tilled my veggie garden, and we took tiller
back...headed to grocery store again, 'cause now I"m just too tuckered
to make dinner myself, grab food from deli.  And here I am. 
Hear me relaxing? Though I do want to at least get the front lawn mowed
tonight...and I still have laundry to do, and need to clean up the
house...we go out of town for the weekend tomorrow, and I hate coming
home to a messy house. 
                                                    

Wow!  Read through that again and how boring is that???  Blah
blah blah run run run work work work blah blah blah...right? 

Guess what?  I reached the weight goal I set to be at by
Easter!!!  Which means Mindy gets to binge like a mad
woman!!!   I promised myself that if I met that goal, that I
could have anything and everything I wanted for Easter Sunday
ONLY.  Already bought the pancake mix, my OWN bag of jelly beans,
a cheese struedel, and  a lemon chiffon cheesecake.  Plus all
the goodies my mom's gonna make...may not make it on here on
Monday...may be laid up somewhere in a sugar coma!   
Thankfully, we can just leave all the yummy food at mom's house and not
have it back here!  Works perfectly.  Is it weird that I'm
excited to eat like that?  I already warned my hubby that I better
not even get a look from him when I'm stuffing my face...he knows how
hard I've worked, and hates to see me yo yo back up...I don't see this
as the beginning of a yo...I see it as a reward for hard work! 
                            

Oh well...the lawn keeps calling to me...to all my lovely lovely xanga
buddies...if you're travelling this weekend, be safe, and have a great
Easter!!!

A question to ponder...why do men lie sometimes?  Don't they know
the truth will always come out sometime or other?  Kinda like a
festering splinter???  I may go into this later...right now I"m
busy repressing...

Hunh....some people on my protected list weren't able to see the
pictures...how is that supposed to work?  Did anyone else have any
problems?  I'm sorry number ones (brother and blonde), you guys of
course are on my protected list!!!  You two KNOW my boy!!!
It was pictures of Jason...just don't want any ol' person seeing my
babies and putting a name to a face, ya know?  Call me kooky...

Edit:  speaking of xanga problems...mama4...been to visit you and can't leave a comment...loving the pictures!!!

Well....haven't actually done a word post since his birthday, so I'll
fill ya'll in...(if I can remember past yesterday...this'll be
difficult!)

His cake looked AWESOME.  When I get it developed I'll bug my wonderfully awesome friend again (love ya V)
and she can help me show you!  I made a whole bunch of little
chocolate clam candies (actually from a soap mold), surrounded the
sides of the cake with them, made 5 giant clams...rectangle cake-3/4 of
cake brown sugar sand and top 1/4 blue sky with seagulls and a sun, and
blue and green letters saying "happy birthday Jason"...put the 5 giant
clams in the sand and voila!  Clam cake.  He loved it. 
And everyone was so impressed with the chocolate candies...couldn't
believe I made them...it was a piece of cake! (HA!  Pardon the
pun...)  You melt down these wafers, the more colors the better
for marbling, takes 30 sec in the microwave, then spoon them into the
mold, about 10 minutes in the freezer, and poof...you have fancy
chocolates.  Might do that for Christmas this year, too....anyway,
party was super fun...Jason had a blast!  Most all of his buddies
came...felt a little rushed at the end though, during present
time....as if that time isn't stressful enough, trying to keep them
from just pulling a Taz and ripping like a wild animal into the
presents, but the McD's lady kept coming up behind me and saying "10
minutes til the next party, 8 minutes until the next party, now you
only have 5 minutes"...I was sweating like a beast by the time it was
over...THEN we come home, my 4, my sis and her 3 kids, and Uncle G and
Aunt T, and an hour later our friend Gl and his girlfriend...where we
promptly had a huge Nerf gun fight combined with about 20 cans of silly
string.  My house was a WRECK.  Those of you who know me
personally know I do not use this term lightly.  When I say wreck
I mean it.  I'm still finding Nerf bullets behind things, and
silly string in the weirdest places...but it was fun...first time we
met Gl's girlfriend...probably thought we were a bunch of loons!

Hmmm...what else has gone on?  Jason started soccer...I think we
got one of the coaches who HAD to volunteer...just no "umph"
there...For ex..."c'mon kids...please line up...Jason please get in
line, oh come on kids..."  not how you need to talk to
preschoolers to get them to listen when they're wound up, ya
know...kinda whiney and all...meanwhile, the team next to us is running
suicides, and having a BLAST!!! Ours is running around in
confusion.  I know, I could have volunteered...sorry, my kid
schedule is full.  I barely feel like I'm getting time with my
kids NOW.  I've been watchin my sister's kiddos M, Wed, and Fri
for her, had to cut out the Fri, my hubby put his foot down on that
one...that's supposed to be family night...anyway, watching them from
3:00-6:30-7:00...Moved the Frid watch to Tues, so now it's M, T, W...my
kids are getting dinner late, bedtimes late, etc...not getting to home
school Jason at all (trying to work on some things for kindergarten
readiness).  Not to mention the next door neighbor boys are pretty
much living here as soon as they get home...guess this is the price you
pay when your kids get older-mommy's only good to play with for so
long...sigh.  I miss my kids.  And yes, I know I can say, no
you can't go biking Jess, and no Jason, I don't want you to play
outside right now, BUT it's so beautiful outside, and it's good for
them...I just want to be selfish.  But (and don't tell him this)
my hubby was right.  Gosh darn it.  He said when my sis moved
here that I would feel this way when I started helping her out with the
kids...WHY does he have to know me better than I know myself
sometimes??? 

My kitty Chako is gonna be OK....he had pancreatitis about a year
ago...has never seemed to recover...used to be a 16 pound kitty, not a
chunker...just huge.  That hit, he went down to 10 pounds....took
him in for a second opinion from a different vet...he was down to 7
pounds.  Vet did a bunch of lab tests, he has a simple
infection.  AN INFECTION!!! She said in older cats alot, they get
these infections that can  last a long time, and have almost no
symptoms except weight loss...my old vet told me he would have
continuing bouts of pancreas problems and would have to have major
surgery to fix him.  My NEW vet (yes, we're switching), put him on
meds for the next 30 days and we'll see how he's doing...he started
them yesterday and already has more of an appetite than he's had for a
LONG time!  YEAGH!!!

Let's see...anything else?  I'm sure there's a ton...but there's
only so much I can remember at one time, and only so much someone can
read at one time!!!   Just remind me to tell ya'll about Red Lobster!!!

Have a great Monday everyone!!

                                                   

Grr...the pic thing isn't working...had some funny cartoons...I'll try again later.
  Doggone it...still not working...guess I'll go find some wordy funnies...hopefully that'll work!

All I Need to Learn about Life I
learned from the Easter Bunny!

Don't put all your eggs in one basket.

Walk softly and carry a big carrot.

Everyone needs a friend who is all
ears.

There's no such thing as too much
candy.

All work and no play can make you
a basket case.

A cute little tail attracts a lot
of attention.

Everyone is entitled to a bad hare
day.

Let happy thoughts multiply like
rabbits.

Some body parts should be floppy.

Keep your paws off other people's
jellybeans.

Good things come in small-sugarcoated
packages.

The grass is greener in someone
else's basket.

An Easter bonnet can cover the wildest
hare.

To show your true colors you have
to come out of the shell.

The best things in life are still
sweet and gooey. 

  So true....

A man was blissfully driving along
the highway when he saw the Easter Bunny hopping across the middle of the
road.  He swerved to avoid hitting the Bunny, but unfortunately the
rabbit jumped in front of his car and was hit.  The basket of eggs
went flying all over the place. 

The driver, being a sensitive man
as well as an animal lover, pulled over to the side of the road and got
out to see what had become of the Bunny carrying the basket.  Much
to his dismay, the colorful Bunny was dead. The driver felt guilty and
began to cry.

A woman driving down the same highway
saw the man crying on the side of the road and pulled over. She stepped
out of her car and asked the man what was wrong.

"I feel terrible," he explained. 
"I accidentally hit the Easter Bunny and killed it.  There may not
be an Easter because of me. What should I do?"

The woman told the man not to worry. 
She knew exactly what to do.  She went to her car trunk and pulled
out a spray can.  She walked over to the limp, dead Bunny and sprayed
the entire contents of the can onto the little furry animal.

Miraculously the Easter Bunny came
to back life, jumped up, picked up the spilled eggs and candy, waved its
paw at the two humans and hopped on down the road.  50 yards away
the Easter Bunny stopped, turned around, waved, and hopped on down the
road.,  Another 50 yards, turned, waved, hopped another 50 yards and
waved again!

The man was astonished.  He
said to the woman, "What in Heaven's name is in your spray can?  What
was it that you sprayed on the Easter Bunny?"

The woman turned the can around
so that the man could read the label. I t said: "Hair spray. Restores life
to dead hair.  Adds permanent wave."

~~~~~

The Easter Bunny Gets a Rude Awakening

protected post today...

It's my son's birthday today....want to do a picture post, need to
figure out how to do it...my wonderful friend tried helping me with her
camera again...emailed the pics to me, and they're huge...trying to
figure out how to make them smaller and get them in here, for that
matter...if I can figure out how to do this, I'll be back later...may
be a day late!!!  Busy busy day today!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON!!!  THE BIG "5"!

For Pete's sake.  You meet some amazing people on Xanga sometimes,
don't you?  I really consider you people on here friends.  I
think we lay alot more truth down on here than in our everyday lives
sometimes...we really get to "know" each other, and not let every day
bull crap block our sight, ya know?  What made me get to thinking
on that is I met the most amazing lady on here yesterday.  Why's
she amazing, you ask?  Well, first, I just thought she was very
talkative and open and interesting. (traits I like very much) 
Then I find out more...and that part of her I find wholly
amazing.  She's not much longer for xanga, or for this world, for
that matter, yet knows God is taking care of her, and is embracing the
life she has left and those around her...kudos and hugs and tears for
her.  It's weird, 'cause I already got attached (I do that pretty
easily sometimes), and I'm very sad she'll be leaving, but I'm also
very happy she knows herself, and how it's going
down...understand?  It's confusing, I know!  Just everyone
pray for this lady's family to come to the same understanding so they
can cope when she leaves....

In other news...one word for ya...pinworms.  Two more words for
you...EWWWWWWW GRRRROOOOOSSSSS!!!!!   One might not
technically qualify as a word, but I'm not gonna argue that if you
don't!  And of course this goes down when I am totally sick, don't
even feel like doing dishes, much less sterilizing the entire
house!  So  I called my lovely lovely lovely sis and she's
been helping me get it done.  I made sure to stress that this is
NOT payback for the game, but pure kindness from her heart!  NO
PAYBACKS NECESSARY!!!  Though I will definitely owe her one on
this!!!    I'm not sure if
ya'll know about my severe phobia of body type bugs...almost borders on
psychoses, I'm sure.  Let me give you a for instance...couple
years ago I was out puttering around in my veggie garden (when I say
puttering, I mean I was on my hands and knees up to my elbows in
dirt...I'm no pansy "oh my nails" kinda gal) and the next day had red
itchy stripes up and down where my clothes didn't touch...went to the
dr. for it, he said it was scabies.  
ACK!  The idea of little buggies tunneling under my skin was
horrifying.  Now here's where ya think "oh my good Lord, this
woman's nuts"...I took a sterilized needle and poked all the bumpy
places on my skin, then poured alcohol all over that (several times a
day, mind you), then tried to cook them out taking the hottest possible
bath I could take.  Rash, of course, did not clear up...went back
to a different dr...where he said the previous dr. was a nincompoop and
it was just an allergic reaction to something in the dirt...here's some
steroids and allergy meds...  Next day, looked 80% better.   
Stupid first dr.  So, you can only imagine how freaked out I am by
PINWORMS for goodness sake!!!  Don't worry, it's only me I get
freaky with...we all took our "wormer" last night...oh the fun and joy
of having children! Today we've bleached down completely two bathrooms,
girls room ENTIRELY, half of boy's room, and rewashing ALL clothing and
bedding in house in hot water.  I have washed my hands so much in
the past two days, they are chapped and dry, even though I've been
lotioning all the time!!!  YUCK!!!  TMI, I'm sure...nothin' but my true life story on here, folks!!!

Well, I'll be talkin' atcha tomorrow, too...assignment due for
Kween...just had to fill you in on stuff...(c'mon you KNOW you wanted
to hear all about squirmies today, right? EWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!)

Some of you who have been with me for a little while, know that I post
the funnies according to my post...there's a lighter side to
everything, sometimes you must look for it...if you can get a chuckle
out of a crappy situation, I think it makes you stronger...no hardness
at all is meant when I poke fun at things...it's me laughing at the
dark, is all...

There
were three men who died and before God would let them into heaven,
God gave them a chance to come back as anything they wanted.

The
first guy said, "I want to come back as myself, but 100 times
smarter."

So God
made him 100 times smarter.

The
second guy said, "I want to be better than that guy, make me 1000
times smarter."

So God
made him 1000 times smarter.

The
last guy decided he would be the best. So he said, "God, make me
better than both of them, make me 1,000,000 times smarter."

So God
made him a woman.

A
priest dies and goes to heaven. There, he is met by a reception
committee, and after a whirlwind tour is told that he can enjoy any
of the myriad recreations available.

He
decides that he wants to read all of the ancient original text of
the Holy Scriptures, and spends the next eon or so learning the
languages. After becoming a linguistic master, he sits down in the
library and begins to pore over every version of the Bible, working
back from the most recent "Easy Reading Version" to the original
script.

All of
a sudden there is a scream in the library. The angels come running
to him, only to find the priest huddled in a chair, crying to
himself, and muttering, "An "R"! They left out the 'R'."

God
takes him aside, offering comfort and asks him what the problem is.
After collecting his wits, the priest sobs again, "It's the letter
"R" ... the word was supposed to be CELEBRATE!"

The hug is my favorite sign of affection. 

          It can mean so much, 
          and many things at the same time. 
          It can be a sign of love, friendship, support, caring, comfort or anything. 




Give a hug to someone today...you never know what it might do!!
         

Ug.  My sinuses want to explode.  I do love spring, but
sometimes spring just doesn't love me.  Since 5:30 Monday morning,
my allergies/sinuses have been in FULL swing. Little bit better
today...I"m not walking around in a Benadryl drug induced
haze...YET.  Can't promise I won't be by tonight...And my tissue
pile beside me is only 4 deep...gross I know, but this is an
improvement from yesterday.  Things you wish you didn't know,
right?   But you wanna hear
something weird?  "k..so I Thursday I was complaining I hadn't
lost weight for awhile, right?  Thursday-today I haven't worked
out AT ALL...past 2 days barely lifting my butt off of the couch...I'VE
LOST 4 POUNDS SINCE FRIDAY.  WHAT? 
I know I haven't lost any muscle mass in that time...even ate a little
bit more with the weekend (that's when I allow my sweet no sugar
treats)  But the people on that Biggest Loser show work out for 3
hours a day, and their workout is MUCH more difficult than mine, I'm
sure...so it can't be that I'm over-exercising, can it?  That's
the only thing I can think of that was out of routine...I'm
stumped.  I need to do a little more research on the anabolic vs.
metabolic thing, I think...

Jason's birthday party is this Saturday...I'm so excited...did I tell
ya'll what the boy wants his birthday cake to be decorated like this
year?  I have mentioned I have quite a unique little boy, before,
haven't I?  He wants it to be decorated either as a big giant clam
or lots of little clams.  Why?  He loves clam soup. 
(clam chowder)  I've tried talking him into a giant rocket
cake...no go.  So I thought maybe I'd try to find that Betty
Crocker bake n fill pan (his suggestion actually...even asked for it by
name), and fill it with vanilla pudding or something...like a clams
insides...GROSS!!!!  But amusing, in a sick and twisted way. 
Next idea, since I can't seem to find one of those pans ANYWHERE, 'cept
on the 'net and that wouldn't get delivered in time, is a sheet cake,
ice it blue, brown sugar sand, and go out and buy some decorative clam
shells and just slap 'em down all over the cake.  I love my little
weirdo.    He had another
pre-K conference yesterday...teacher says he's showing improvement in
all things, which is good...told her I definitley was not gonna be
holding him back as per her suggestion at the second conference...he's
just too bright.  Even she commented on that...I just don't think
he's one of those kids you can stick in a box and try to label
definitely, ya know?  Not many are, and too many teachers want to
do that.  It's funny, though, she says he's not interested in
climbing, and he seems pretty "floppy"-gross motor skills lacking...I
have the exact opposite of him here at home.  Boy's been a monkey
since he could walk.  I tested him with bkgm's test she sent me
(Thank you Bridgette!!!) and he passed all of the gross motor with
flying colors...so don't know what she's seeing there at school. 
Oh well...not gonna worry about it anymore...I know what I see, and
what I don't, and it's more than sufficient for kindergarten. 
(another good time for a face with a tongue!)
                                                      

My sister just called.  Silly woman.  Her son loves to watch
my hubby play this computer game, Dad (when he was SUPPOSED to come
this weekend) was going to buy it for him when he came (so he
said)...My hubby made a copy of the game, and gave the original to my
nephew.  So W calls and asks if she can recompense by maybe
cleaning my house or something to "pay" for the game.  WHAT? 
Maybe I'm silly, but family just DOES things for each other, without
the need for paybacks.  Same with friends.  You love someone,
you want to make them happy and help them when you can. 
Simple.  Now, you wanna come clean my house out of the kindness of
your heart, feel free!  Seriously, a thank you will suffice, a hug once in awhile  is great "pay" too! 

Well, I suppose I'd better feed the rugrat before school...ya'll take care!
                        

Oops...I found this, thought it might be a little funny, but the jokes
on me, I"m afraid...those cleaning styles look awfully familiar!!!  Have used one of those travelling carpet guys to get a stubborn stain out of the carpet!!!! Hey, if they're there...

Housecleaning Tips for MEN

Think I might use that last one tonight...