Sunday, May 31, 2009

Happy Birthday Dad.

Today would have been my Daddy's 80th Birthday.
If Frank had waited just 13 minutes, he would have been born on Dad's Birthday.

I miss my Daddy.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Happy Birthday Frank!!!!

He's gone on a camping trip with his sister and her fiance,Eddie, and all their kids (except Nicholas)
But I still wanted to say Happy Birthday.......Oh- and Frank- I owe you my wonderful world renowned rendition of Happy Birthday when you get home.
Remind me, k?


Wednesday, May 27, 2009


I must be freaking losing my mind....or my marbles......or whatever you want to call it.

Don't ask- .....please.

I am in the most pissed off- god-forsaken mood I have been in for a while.
Crappy drivers, stupid shit that should have been done that haven't after me making a special effort so it could happen, stupid things hat I can't even remember happening, it's all taking it's toll on my nerves.

I think after Julie's tests today, I'm going for a LONG drive on Thursday....right after my doctors appointment, that I may or may not have. I just can't remember when it is.

I need to throw something. I need to hear the satisfying sound of glass breaking or metal crunching as my fury unfolds. I want to shoot something. I want destruction and chaos. I want peace and quiet. I want tranquility. I want serenity.
Can anyone tell me how to acheive all that at the same time??


Internet Resistance is Futile..........

Now here's a topic.

I was clicking on the next blog button for an hour tonight looking for something of interest to read, when I ran across this. blog.

It's the April 2nd post on this blog where they did an experiment on not using the internet for a week. Had some pretty interesting results.

Could you do without the internet for a week? I wouldn't WANT to- but I certainly COULD if I needed to.....or if someone put money on me NOT being able to stay off it.

I like to blog too much to stay off the internet too long. As kendranaka said....."the rest of the world can't go a week without me on the internet..." and unlike Kendranaka (is that a female or a male?-I'm leaning towards female) I mean that in the most obnoxious and egotistical way.

After all, it's all about me.

Dumbasses All Over Greenville South Carolina.....

Nothing pisses me off MORE than having a bunch of jackass-dumbasses who block the freaking intersections and create a traffic jam so you, meaning I, can't go where I need to because a bunch of asshole idiots don't know how to drive a freaking car and need to have their D/L's taken away from them.

That's just my opinion, but there are a LOT of dumbasses in Greenville, South Carolina who do this on a regular- as in DAILY- basis and it seems that no matter what time of day I get to those particular intersections, the same cars and drivers are there doing it over and over and over again.

One of these days I'm going to snap and get out and drag their asses out of their vehicles and kick their asses all over the 4 lanes they're blocking and then take their license out of their freakin' pockets and burn the damn thing right there in the middle of that damn traffic jam they LOVE to create.

Anyone volunteering to pay my bail?

Monday, May 25, 2009

Author Unknown & Best Friends.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive & everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

– Author unknown

Do you have a Best Friend?
I have several, in varying degrees.

First- I have Paul. My darling hubby whom I share practically everything with.
Then I have my single BFF of over 40-plus....ummm...uh.....I mean 20 years. We have enough dirt on each other to bury a skyscraper. Hehehehehehe!!!
Then I have my sisters. Nuff said...... we all get along just fine- til we don't- which is rare indeed.
I think my daughter also fits in his category. My daughters-in-law too....especially Marie when we start sipping on the strawberry daquri's.
Then, I have what I refer to as my NEW Bff's. My girls I have just gotten to know in the past couple of years but have so much in common with that I feel like I've known them forever.....Friends Like CC and KB and KF.

But have you ever thought about the fact that altho YOU might regard THEM as BFF's- they might not think of you in the same way??? I mean it doesn't make any difference in the way I think about them and the things we say to each other.....but it's just a weird thought to have.

I think I need sleep. And maybe a drink or two.....or seven.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Happy Pet Memories

You know, I really have had some sweet pets over the years.

Some happier memories of them.......

Prince, my first doggie that died trying to defend me...he was such a sweet dog. He was a full blooded Collie and I adored him. he let me wrestle with him, and as I have learned from quite a few people, are natural herding dogs so that explains why he would corral me back from the street when I got too close. I just thought it was a great game he was playing with me. He was a big dog, and never once snarled at me or snapped or anything. He WOULD occasionally heave a great sigh when I came outside wanting to play...probably because I talked to him incessantly.
I loved that dog.

My next pet was a kitten Called Snow White- and you'll never GUESS what color she was!! She was a little spit-fire and I had all manner of fun trying to catch her to pet her. Typical cat and purr-fect for a seven year old who liked to climb trees.

My next pet was another doggie, this time a black and white Border Collie I named Bebe, that my dad found injured and half starved on the railroad yard where he worked with Norfolk Southern. I nursed her back to health and in return she loved me like nobodys business! I remember I had a young b/f at the time who thought he was just all that because he was half Cherokee. I was really into archery at the time and so he challenged me to a contest. To make a long story short- I beat him but a HUGE margin(the silly boy thought just because he was Native American he could shoot better than me even tho he had admittedly never used a bow and arrow in his life. I on the other hand had been using mine for over 5 years) and he playfully took the bow and put it over my head acting like he was going to strangle me with it because I won and was giggling about it.
HUGE mistake with Bebe lying next to my feet. Thinking he was serious about hurting me, she was on him in a heartbeat and altho she didn't hurt him, he refused to come back on the property thereafter. Can't say as I blame him.
Eh- he wasn't a very good B/F anyway.

Next on my list of favorite pets was Shorty. I got HIM for an early graduation gift from an aunt & uncle. He was a Saint Bernard. By the time he was 10 months old he was big enough for me to ride like a horse (altho I didn't).
He was such a sweetheart too. I rode the bus to school, and every day when I would get off the bus, Shorty would come barreling down the driveway at full speed and knock me down when he jumped up on me still going almost full speed. I don't think he was a very good judge of distance and speed reduction. He's another dog I miss dearly.

Next came Ginger. And GUESS what color SHE was????
She was a kitten I got to choose from a whole litter and she was a sweetheart as well. She slept with me. she followed me around like I was her mama. One day the boys found a starving little kitten outside our apartment and brought it home. They nursed it back to health and it lived with us for a while but then ran off because ginger was so jealous. If that kitten came near me, ginger would start spitting and growling. If it actually made it up on the sofa next to me, ginger would rush it and knock it off onto the floor and then come back and curl up in my lap again.

Next came Diva. Of all my cats, I miss her and Boo(who I'll get to in a few minutes) the most.
Diva was my baby from day one and she was the most affectionate cat I have ever seen. She used to bring me little gifts from the field next to our place. Yes, imagine my...."surprise" when I went to put on my sneakers and found a dead baby copperhead in it. Thankfully, all the little gifts she continued to bring me were dead. She was the kitty who refused to have her litter of kittens without me being there WITH her...and on my bed, too. Unfortunately, Diva's demise was due to an unfortunate bite from an adult copperhead or Water moccasin. We found her three days later and buried her under my weeping willow tree in the back yard and I cried for weeks.

About this time I decided I wanted a ferret. Pepe was a rascal to the n'th degree. He would burrow and hide in anything and everything and I could never find him even tho we had a cage and a pen. I came close to re-naming him Houdini he was so bad. He was a handful and I eventually gave him to one of my friends sons who had him until he passed of old age....the ferret, not the son.

Then came Boo- my big old Maine Coon Cat. It took me 6 months to get him to even let me scratch between his ears. He had been mistreated by a woman before we got him, but he came round and eventually, he would climb up on the couch and in my lap and touch noses with me as I petted him. Kitty kisses, I suppose. He passed away of old age and I wish I had another just like him.

Then came Rudy and Mac our two registared Dashunds. Rudy, whose full name was Rudolph Valentino Jar-Jar Binks was a black and tan, Mac, whose full name was Big Daddy Mac, was a red. Those two were brothers and were as annoying as a couple of puppies could possibly be. Rudy would run and trip over his joke. And Mac would bark at anything or anyone and then run and hide as soon as he stopped barking. They were always a hoot to watch play tho, always playing puppy tag or playing cowboys and indians with Boo, who we also had at the time. Boo would be up on the ottoman and the two puppies would be circling him nipping at his tail as he waved it in their faces. They were annoying to him and he taunted them. But they got along and it was a blast while they were with us.

Next came Shadow, my little black kitten, who decided to shred my wedding veil that was hanging in my bedroom. Little devil, he could make spagetti out of ANYTHING that grabbed his interest. But he was playful and affectionate-when he wanted to be.

Next came Padme, who Clay and Kathy gave to us from the litter their stray had. She and Buddy had a grand time playing and growing up together. Buddy loved kittens as playmates.

Next came Leonard, who entertained us with his regular massages given to Buddy at exactly the same time every day. 1 in the afternoon would bring Buddy to his spot in front of the entertainment center and Leonard would promptly appear and begin the massage until about 1:20 when he would flip onto his side next to Buddy and both would take their daily nap.

or maybe it was Leonard AND/OR Padme who gave the massages...I can't remember.

Both Padme AND Leonard escaped when they were about 6 months old and we haven't seen them since. Buddy missed them both.

And last we come to Buddy.
Buddy was a tiny sweet ball of fur who showed up on our doorstep on the coldest day of the year about four years ago. He was barely, if at all, old enough to eat puppy chow and since we couldn't find anyone to claim him, altho we knew for a fact where he came from, we decided to keep him and give him a good home. He stayed in the house except when we let him out to play or to take care of his daily needs. He had full range of the house except for the kitchen, that's MY domain and I can't stand to have animals in my kitchen where I cook. Not kosher at all.... but he was big and dumb and loveable and we loved him.
We had to put Buddy down the day after Mother's Day. He had growled and snapped and made a move for Nicholas on Mother's Day when we had let him out to do his business. He was doing fine with everyone else so we decided to let him stay out for a bit under our close supervision, but as soon as Nicholas walked into the room, Buddy snapped.
Paul quickly put Buddy back in his room until our comapany left- and we had decided to just keep him away from company altogether when we had people over from now on, and Buddy seemed fine.
But without going into detail, the following day Buddy full out attacked Paul. Due to quick reflexes, Paul wasn't hurt, but it brought the realization that if it had been anyone else in that situation, there would have been very serious injuries. So we had to put him down.
We felt it was our only option, for if we had given him away and it happened to someone else and THEY got hurt, we would have felt responsible. We did what we thought was best, but we will miss him dearly for the sweet puppy he was when we first found him on our doorstep.

We have now adopted an adult cat we named Logan, after Wolverine, for the long claws. He's a sweetheart, but still a bit nervous around the house. He's settling in nicely tho and he seems like an affectionate enough lad. He's definately knows what POUNCE treats are and will come running like a demon when he hears the can shaking. My B/P seems to be lowering a bit since getting the kitty, maybe he's having a calming effect on me- and that would be a GOOD thing.

I'm looking forward to many years with Logan.
Keep your fingers crossed!!!

Monday, May 18, 2009

Angelina Jolie Lips and Family Reunions..

I went to our family reunion yesterday.

Now, my moms side of the family can cook like nobody's business, and yesterday was no exception.
Kudos to everyone who actually BROUGHT something to the table.

(Just hold onto your horses-I'll get to Angelina's lips in a few minutes- they're not that interesting anyway.)

Our family reunion is a huge affair, usually from a hundred to a hundred and fifty usually show up.
Well, we all understand that sometimes a few have to work and just don't have time to make anything, or a few are short on funds and can't make anything- we take those with a grain of salt, so to speak, and we say come anyway- there's usually plenty.
But in the past few years, more and more have just not brought a dad-gum thing so now it's a precious half dozen people providing for the entire group. And it's the SAME group every. single. time.

Next year we'll be sending out invitations to bring a dish and a reminder of the day, time and place altho we've been having it the Sunday after Mother's Day for over a dozen years now and you'd think everyone would KNOW when it is by now. If almost every family just brings one dish, there will be MORE than enough food to feed the entire family.

See, I had to work this weekend, but I still managed to bring a chocolate cake, Fried chicken(not from a 'to go' place either- but we don't turn our noses up to bought food either) and a gallon of sweet tea.
My sister -who ALSO not only worked worked this weekend and is in charge of renting the place to have the reunion as well as sending out notices and invitations and coordinating the entire event, but also had to stop cooking to go to the hospital when her DIL went into labor so Tee didn't get back home and finish cooking til 4AM- also cooked and brought...Mac & cheese pies, baked beans, green beans, black-eye peas, yeast rolls(from scratch), poundcake, fried chicken, meatloaf, hamburger casserole, peach cobbler, potatoe salad, and broccoli casserole.Oh- and a half dozen 2 ltr sodas.

Three others brought a couple of dishes as well, but everyone else came empty handed and empty stomached as well.

Anyway, I just felt the need to say something in behalf of my sister. Next year I'll be off and be able to do more like I did last year, but the other family slackers need to get off their asses at least every other effing year and bring a freaking bucket of KFC or some ice or cookies or SOMETHING, for God's sake.

And a HUGE THANK YOU to the ones who helped out either bringing stuff or helping clean up after.

Now, that being said, We all had a lovely visit together. This year seemed to be the core group that comes every year with a few new additions. Every year we have a few who only come about once every 3 or 4 years...and this year was no exception.
There were also all the newborns born in the last year....I think everyone of them was a little girl this year so I had a passel of baby girls to cuddle and kiss, much to the chagrin of little Green eyed monster, My grandson Nicholas, who decided he had had enough and insisted on sitting next to me, and then eye'd with irritation every baby girl who was handed to me. Don't worry- I gave Nicholas PLENTY of attention as well, but he's used to being my center of attention when we're together.
There was no drama(but I'm sure if any of them read this there will be plenty for me down the road), and the new place Tee picked out was a wonderful upgrade from last years grounds.It was conveniently located- a central location for all the local family which was a blessing, with plenty of shade and places for the kids to play and grownups to congregate and have a chat catching up.

All in all, it was a lovely day, with good food, great weather, and a grand time had by all.

Now back to Angelina's Lips.
Krista, one of the girls that came with my baby sister, Nina, made a couple of lemon pies. I mean that girl squeezed fresh lemons to get the juice for these pies and not knowing it had fresh lemon juice in it, I ate a slice of one of them and enjoyed the heck out of it.
Then I started getting a strange tingling in my lips as I finished the last bite of it and then someone told me the pie had FRESH Lemon Juice in it. Uh-Oh.
I am mildly to seriously allergic to citric acid. Well, when I got to work I had to take a Benadryl capsule because my lips were swelling.
This afternoon my lips are still slightly swollen and the inside of my mouth-especially inside my lips are raw from the citric acid allergy.

Yeah, I have Angelina Jolie Lips.
I hope they go away soon......

I TOLD you it wasn't that interesting.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Best Anniversary Yet!!!!

Our anniversary day was awesome!!!!

We went to dinner at the local Red Lobster and had a wonderful meal. We had a slice of Chocolate Wave, a decadent concoction of Chocolate cake, chocolate sauce, chocolate ganache, and mini chocolate chips with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the side drizzled with chocolate syrup.
(OKAY- I had, but Paul had a bite too just to please me so TECHNICALLY it was WE)

Yeah- Chocolate overload.

Than we went shopping at the local Garden Ridge where I got a lovely clear glass pitcher for my beloved Sweet Tea! I also saw a few other items I want for the kitchen that I'm going to re-do one day while Paul is asleep because he hates my overly rooster decorated kitchen.......I'm about tired of it myself so I'm gonna re-do it. I like using simple colors on the walls and cabinets with colorful accessories so it doesn't cost a fortune and only takes a few small changes to change the entire look.

Anyway, then we came home and spent some time .......cuddling..... and watching our fav shows on TV.

We had planned to go see the new Star Trek movie as well, but as usual, we decided to wait til it was closer to it's end run- or more probably until it comes out on cable. I was all for going to see it today, but Paul vetoed the idea.
Go figure.
S'ok tho- I loved that he went shopping with me in what used to be one of my favorite places.

Garden Ridge has changed a LOT since my last visit there. It used to spell of all manner of spices that you could smell when you were still in the parking lot. Not so anymore. Now they have changed it around so it's more like a furniture and home essentials warehouse! Very bare and not pretty at all.

Don't get me wrong...they had Home Theatre recliners for $199.........A black leather headboard I was drooling over for $199 as well.....Room sized rugs for under 50.00............kitchenware for under 10.00.......loads of lovely stuff, but the "feel" of the place was all wrong.

Paul quickly realized that me being in that particular shop was probably NOT a good idea and so after only a single measly HOUR and a HALF of shopping, he got all selfish and said it was time to leave.
At that time I only had my list of new stuff for the bedroom, living room and Kitchen done. I hadn't made it to the bath , nor the office areas yet.

I have to say this was the best anniversary we've celebrated. They just keep getting better every year- and I'm looking forward to 50 more with my darling Husband.

(And, I'm going back to Garden Ridge next weekend to finish my list.)

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Greys Anatomy........

Awwwwww...........I KNOW it's just a TV drama- but it was so SAD!!!!!!!
I hate cliff-hangers.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

*Banging Head Against Wall*


So Friday is mine and Paul's FIFTH Anniversary!!!
Well, this is my long work week so my schedule is Work Monday & Tuesday, Off Wednesday and Thursday and Work Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
So I asked for Friday off- about three months ago.
Well, The Officer who works the shift opposite me has the days off I work and the LT had him scheduled to work for me on Friday. I was under the impression I was going to have three days off(as was on the schedule).....but (I found out last night from his friends at work that the guy working opposite me thought we were switching off Wednesday for Friday so he could have his three day long "Weekend".
Easy enough- I called him a few minutes ago and we discussed it and he said if it was okay with me and the boss he would love to have the three days in a row off this week and so we could switch off Wednesday for Friday.
So I called the Lt. to get permission for us to swap off days instead of him having the extra day....seemed simple enough to us.Trade a day for a day.

Well, our Boss cannot get it thru his head that it's a simple day swap- he's ....hell ,I can't even meet HIS way of thinking about it. He wants us to swap THURSDAY for Friday instead...which makes Bob get his day off- but having to work one day in between it since he already had yesterday and today off.

*ARG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* We bang our heads against the wall every time we talk with him cause he just doesn't get such simple concepts. Complicated stuff he's a wiz.......but this is just beyond his comprehension.
He doesn't even have to change the payroll.

How much more simple could it possibly be? Friday for Wednesday.
It just gives me a headache.

Monday, May 11, 2009

It Was A Very Good Day........But I Missed Julie and Clay.

Yesterday was a good day.

Picked up Frank and Marie and their two(for the moment) boys.
They asked me to stop at the grocery store and surprised me and Marie with a burger and hot-dog cookout- completely prepared by Frank and Paul!!
The kids were playfully ornery-as usual.......and then my sister and a few of her "kids" and a couple of friends and my mom dropped by as well. We had a nice long visit and a few laughs.

Julie and her family wasn't able to make it....I was heartbroken, but both her and Eddie had to work so I understand.

We'll go out to lunch in a few days and have some mom-daughter time then. We all missed them, tho.

Kathy spent the day with her mom- which I expected. Before coming home from picking up Frank and Marie, we all went by the cemetery and spent some time with Clay. Frank and I spruced up and trimmed around his headstone. We were glad to see grass almost completely covering the site now. We smiled and commented on how Clay was always working on his yard trying to get grass to grow when he and Kathy bought their house. Frank and I have planned to get some plugs of the ....Hmmmm...I'm not sure whether it's Centipede or Bermuda that we have in our front lawn........but whichever it is is used on golf courses a lot and is beautiful, short and very soft.....and put it on his site. Let is spread out from there. We noticed a few other sites had it done and was spreading too. It looked beautiful. We want Clays site to be as beautiful as it can possibly be. I miss him so much.

Frank also put in my speakers he got for my car a few weeks ago. They sound good. He also helped my sweet hubby finish cutting almost all the grass that remained in the yard. He's such a wonderful son.

I'm not feeling too good today- I have a horrendous tummy-ache. Not from over eating- I only ate one burger, no chips and a couple glasses sweet tea at the cookout. I was quite proud of myself for having so much willpower with all that good food around.

Oh wait- I did have a small bowl of Banana Pudding last night as well. But none of that would have caused my tummy to cramp up like it's doing now........sorry- maybe TMI???

So now I'm off here to ....I don't know what except whine a bit more and get ready to go to work. UGH- I hope it's an eight hour night, but I have the feeling when I call it will be a twelve hour instead.

Keep your fingers crossed for me.

After I signed off above- I looked at my e-mail and found two cards from co-workers and several Face-book and Myspace greetings as well....AND when I arrived here at work, The sweet girl I work the front desk(Kimberly) with had brought me and Karen a Cream Colored Rose with Pink Azeleas for Mother's Day!!!!

Are you beginning to understand why I ADORE the people I work with? They're as thoughtful and sweet as family.

Anyway, back to work....I just wanted to say thanks to everyone.

Sunday, May 10, 2009


Happy Mothers Day!!!!!!

Friday, May 08, 2009

Spring's here....or Summer.

Well, so many things happening this month!!

We have about 10 birthdays this month in our family. Plus Mother's Day, Plus 2 Anniversaries- one being mine and Paul's.

Paul and I went last night and got our very own lawnmower as our anniversary prezzie.
Now we don't have to worry about borrowing one from anyone. Not that we ask very often- but now we don't HAVE to.

We're not big on yard-work- but I think this time maybe I will try and get out and make me a pretty flower bed and spruce up our yard a bit.
I think maybe being out in the sun and fresh(?) air will be good for me- and Paul.

I have an agenda.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

For My G.R.I.T.S.......(Girls Raised In The South)....

For all you ladies who love being from the south.. this is for you :)
(Thanks Karen!!)


Southern women appreciate their natural assets:
Clean skin.
A winning smile.
That unforgettable Southern drawl.

Southern women know their manners:
"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes, sir."
"Why, no, Billy!"

Southern women have a distinct way with fond expressions :
"Y'all come back!"
"Well, bless your heart."
"Drop by when you can."
"How's your Momma?"

Southern women know their summer weather report:

Southern women know their vacation spots:
The beach
The rivuh
The crick

Southern women know the joys of June, July, and August:
Colorful hi-heel sandals
Strapless sun dresses
Iced sweet tea with mint

Southern women know everybody's first name:

Southern women know the movies that speak to their hearts:
Fried Green Tomatoes
Driving Miss Daisy
Steel Magnolias
Gone With The Wind

Southern women know their religions:

Southern women know their country breakfasts:
Red-eye gravy
Country ham
Mouth-watering homemade biscuits with momma's homemade jelly

Southern women know their cities dripping with Southern charm:
Foat Wuth

Southern women know their elegant gentlemen:
Men in uniform.
Men in tuxedos
Rhett Butler

Southern girls know their prime real estate:
The Mall
The Country Club
The Beauty Salon

Southern girls know the 3 deadly sins:
Having bad hair and nails
Having bad manners
Cooking bad food

More Suthen-ism's:
Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit, and that you don't "HAVE" them, you "PITCH" them.

Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip
greens,peas, beans, etc., make up "a mess".

Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general
direction of yonder."

Only a Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is, . as in:
"Going to town, be back directly."

Even Southern babies know that "Gimme some sugar" is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.

All Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.

Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of
solace a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken
and a big bowl of cold potato salad. If the neighbor's trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin!

Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between "right
near" and "a right far piece." They also know that "just down the road" can be 1 mile or 20.

Only a Southerner, both knows and understands, the difference
between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and po' white trash.

No true Southerner would ever assume that the car with the
flashing turn signal is actually going to make a turn.

A Southerner knows that "fixin" can be used as a noun, a verb, or an adverb.

Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines, ... and
when we're "in line," we talk to everybody!

Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover
they're related, even if only by marriage.

In the South, y'all is singular, all y'all is plural.
Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.

Every Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and
coffee are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; and that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food.

When you hear someone say, "Well, I caught myself lookin'," you
know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!

Only true Southerners say "sweet tea" and "sweet milk." Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it -- we do not like our tea unsweetened."Sweet milk" means you don't want buttermilk.

And a true Southerner knows you don't scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say,"Bless her heart"and go your own way.

"A southern girl is a girl who knows full and well that she can open a door for herself, but prefers for the gentleman to do it because it demonstrates a sense of respect. We know how to make sweet tea and grits while telling you everything about any football team in the A.C.C. We pick our battles and fight with the heart of a pit-bull while still maintaining grace and elegance. Our mystique is that of a soft-spoken, mild-mannered southern belle who could direct an army, loves her momma and will always be daddy's little girl."

Monday, May 04, 2009

Spring Fling


Well, In January, a group of girls I know decided to make THIS the year they all got fit and back in shape.
Dieting challenges began, and exercise classes or walking regimes, and even tanning at the local salons. Their very own little makeover competition.

Well.........that has caused a bit of disturbances at some of the girls homes. Seems there are a few insecure husbands and boyfriends out there because a few of them(the girls) have been accused of having a fling- just because they have decided to better themselves. Heck, even one of the girl's DADs asked her was she having an affair because of her weight loss.

Well, men, if they weren't they might be considering it now, since they're being accused of it anyway.

Paul and I talked about this and he says guys minds work differently than girls. I just think it's crazy.
I mean, if Paul suddenly started shaving and trimming his beard every day and dressing in dressier clothes and wearing cologne every day instead of dressing in jeans and a pullover shirt, I'd be thinking, "Lucky Me!!!" I wouldn't be thinking, "What the hell is he dressing nice for? Who's he seeing while I'm at work?"

Calm Down Guys....just because your girl is losing a bit of weight and exercising and wearing makeup once in a while- doesn't mean she's having a fling.

Now, when she starts disappearing from work and acts like she's been there, and strange mens numbers start showing up on your caller ID, and she comes home freshly showered and wearing different panties than she had on when she left.........then you can start worrying and asking questions.

Sometimes girls just want something to change- and sometimes that something is the size of their ass- and sometimes- they just want to feel better, and's actually YOUR attention they're trying to get back because they notice the second glances you give the woman in the mall who isn't particularly beautiful- but has a nice toned body and is dressed nicely....(they do tend to wear too much perfume tho).

A hug and kiss and an honest comment about how their jeans look a bit loose lately goes a LONG way in making your woman remember why she married/chose you for a boyfriend in the first place.

Paul's right.....guys and girls minds DO work differently.

Sunday, May 03, 2009

I Heard God Today.....

I'm pulling receptionist duty at the front desk at work tonight.
Karen and I were sitting there chatting and out of nowhere we heard a voice saying.."Sunny....Can you hear me?....Sunny?" We're both looking around everywhere and there is NO ONE in the area at all and that voice sounds like it's standing next to us.
We looked at each other in amazement trying to figure out what was going on.
Twice more we heard this voice and then we realized it was my inter-building communications device....It's been acting up lately and instead of asking properly if I could take a call- it just put it was a co-worker letting me know she was coming in for a special project tonight and would be in the building.


Lord- me and Karen was laughing our butts off....we thought we had heard the voice of God....(I always KNEW God was a SHE!!!!!)


Okay- Here's the Deal...........

We're making no progress whatsoever in named the Cat.

So- in the morning- if the cat isn't named yet- I'll be calling him Twitch. It fits.

Isn't he pretty?