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August 31 I'm It.WHAT IS YOUR NAME:
Robbie
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
I'm often called many things but I won't repeat those. I am most often called
Bob
Bobbin
T
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD BESIDES THE ONE YOU HAVE:
I have no other alias
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
This is a really hard one. I can only pick 3?!?!
THREE THINGS YOU HATE/DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
I analyze things too much
My feet
My teeth
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE
Irish
French
English
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU
Rodents
Roaches
Crowds
THREE OF YOUR DAILY ESSENTIALS
Tooth brush
Diet Pepsi
I can't think of anything else. I don't really have to have anything daily except the toothbrush. I really gotta have that.
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW
Watch
Work shirt
Jeans
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS (or artists at the moment)
I don't really have any favorite bands. I have songs that I like more than others but I rarely know who is singing.
THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS
I'd like to try a vacation. I've heard they are wonderful.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A LOVE RELATIONSHIP
Companionshipl
Honestly
Trust
TWO LIES AND A TRUTH....
I'm a size 2
I'm a blonde
I have a wonderful, fulfilling career
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX (or same) THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
Their hands
Their Teeth
Their demeanor
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
Eat food that is mixed on a plate
Speak in Public
Lie ( I am a horrible liar. It is totally obvious)
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
Gardening
Embroidery
Reading
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BAD RIGHT NOW
Go Home
Yep, that's about it. I'd really like to go home right now.
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
Why would I consider a career other than the fabulous, wonderous one I have now?
(can you see my ears turning red because I'm lying?)
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
Ireland
Australia
New England
THREE kID'S NAMES:
You mean names I'd give my kids if I had any or just names of kids?
Let's see, I'm fond of
Brenna
Reese
Caleb
THREE TRUE LOVES
Never had a true love
THREE FAVORITE ANIMALS
Dogs
Cats
Horses
THREE REASONS WHY YOU'RE DOING THIS QUIZ:
Because Jeannie tagged me and I have absolutely no brain cells left with which to write anything on my own.
THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ:
Well that would require thought and if these stupid phones would stop ringing I might be able to concentrate on this.
August 24 Hit and MissHello fellow bloggers. I've been gone for a while. Our office has been hit and miss with employees for the past couple of weeks. Between vacation and the stomach flu we've been down to two people in the office at any given time.
Brief update: I have good news. The ants have decided that tupperware is inaccessible and have diverted their attention elsewhere. Thank God! Also, due to the advice of my fellow bloggers I have discontinued the use of Clorox as an ant killer and Tess is no longer obsessed with the pantry door. She is now chasing things behind the sofa and right now I really do not want to know what. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that it's imaginary.
Apparently mockingbirds do not have a communication system as there is yet another tempting fate. It will not be much longer before Willa tires of his endless swooping and squawking. I'm hoping it is soon, as I'm really getting tired of the noise; however, It does help me to know where Willa is. Funny they don't seem to have any interest in Tess??
Bad New: The ants have moved on but the mosquitos are going to kill me. I've taken to showering and then spraying myself from head to toe with mosquito repellant before bed each night. They're blood thirsty little suckers!!
My mother is very much into bleach and uses it as a cure-all for most everything. She is right in that bleach will stop a mosquito bite or bee sting from itching; however, I do not recommend that you use it if you have cats in the house. It is TRUE that bleach has some strange affect on them (is it affect or effect?) because I used it to stop my legs from itching and Tess nearly clawed them off trying to climb up and down my legs!
But you can use it to remove sunless tanning cream from unwanted places. August 11 Nonsensical ThingsI am a sentamentalist. I keep old things that belonged to people I loved, not because they hold any monetary value but because they bring back special memories when I see them.
1. The teddy bear my great grandmother made and gave to me when I was 3 days old.
2. The first Tonka truck my Daddy had.
3. My grandpa's shaving mug.
4. Grandma's family tree brooch (the only piece of jewelry she owned)
5. Grandpa's furrow plow
6. My first baby doll (my niece plays with it now)
7. Grandma's green and yellow twirly bowl.
8. A photograph of Great great Uncle Tom (one of the few photos that exist -- and who bears a strong resemblance to my Daddy and to whom my Daddy thought the world of)
9. Grandma's tin measuring cup (I helped make many a chocolate cake with it.)
10. A poem written by my great grandma.
11. Grandma Gray's chocolate gravy recipe (always a special treat when we visited).
12. A small V shaped pin with a note attached that I found among Grandma's things after she passed away. I kept it because for some reason she had and thought it might have been of value to her.
13. Grandpa's leaf rake. (I prefer it to all the others that I have)
14. Grandma's hardbound copy of "The Desire of Ages" which I pretended was a car and drove it back and forth on the back of the couch.
On their own these items are of no importance, nonsensical things, but each time my niece plays with the twirly bowl or sees the picture of Uncle Tom and says "It's Poppy" , I can tell her the story that goes with it so she'll know those people are part of who she is. August 10 MemoriesI'm not sure why but lately I have been thinking a lot about my paternal grandmother. She's been gone almost 3 years now but every once in a while I think I hear her car pulling into the drive. Or I'll see a "pretty" in a store and think she'd like to have that. She was a fine lady, I loved her dearly, though I'm not sure she knew that. She was never a "kids" grandma. She didn't play with us, she was always working. I can't remember a time when I was a child that she was not doing something; cleaning, laundry, cooking, working in the garden, canning, and then she also worked as a nurses aid at the local hospital, and on top of that she cared for her disabled husband. Thinking about it now, I can understand that she didn't have time to play. Her entire life was that way. Even as a girl her life was work. Her parents owned a farm and she had to help in the fields. During harvest time, she helped her momma cook for the hands and do their laundry. I don't remember ever hearing her complain though. It was the way things were, no sense in grumbling about it. She passed that trait on to her son. He too works tirelessly without complaint. Grandma was structured and dependable. She did without in order that others would have and she did it without a word. After Grandpa died, her life had a little more ease but not much. I was happy that later in her life she found a man that made her happy. They married and she had 6 years of happiness, travel, and an occasional dinner out. That was one of Grandma's favorite things to do was eat out. She wasn't able to do that in her younger years so any opportunity to eat in a restaurant was a treat for her. I know she can't see this but I hope that she knew that I loved her and that I admired her and that her life made an impact on mine.
Curious CreaturesCats are very curious creatures. Recently my little Tess has become obsessed with the bottom of the pantry door. Every night she comes in rubs her nose and whiskers on the door hinge, plops down on the floor and proceeds to attempt to catch a non existant thing. It keeps her occupied for quite some time. I'll ask her what she's doing and she looks at me with that cute face as if to say "nothing, I'm not doing anything, why do you ask?" I can't figure what she's doing, there is nothing there not even dust bunnies. It's quite possibly the cleanest spot in the entire house as that's the path the ants take on their daily trek into the pantry and so it gets Cloroxed twiced daily. But Tess thinks it's a grand spot to play and who am I to tell her different.
Ants are also very curious creatures and quite persistant, to say the least. The exterminator was out yesterday, you would think that would have ended the problem but Nooooo. They were back this morning. Perhaps they are looking for the corpses of their lost friends, I don't know but I wish they'd get a clue. What I can't figure is their constant obsession with the pantry. There's NOTHING to eat in there. Nothing!!! Even the trash can has been sprayed with Clorox. If I died tomorrow and the police had to search my house, I swear they'd think I had OCD or something. Every single day, morning and night I have to spray out the pantry with Clorox Clean-up and wipe their little bodies out. Hello, the toaster cubboard is 3 feet away, lots of crumbs in there, but oh no, they've got to climb the shelves and walls of my pantry. You would think the smell of Clorox would deter them but it hasn't. Must have some strange aphrodisiac contents to it because Tess suddenly became obsessed with the door after I started using it.
Mocking Birds another curious creature. One would think that a bird would not dive bomb a cat. Seems a bit dangerous to me. Perhaps it was into some extreme bird sport or something, dared into it by his fellow mocking bird pals. The point is that it's not a good idea. As was, I thought made clear the other day when said mockingbird was dive bombing Willa. Willa believes herself to be the Queen of the world and I dare not tell her differently. Apparently Mr. Mockingbird did not realize this as he dove beak first at her back and attempted to pluck some fur. She let it go the first time, and the second, appearing as if she did not even notice that it was happening but upon his third thrust, she jumped, twisted, and landed in less than a second with bird firmly in hand, feather strewn about. That ended that little problem or so it was thought because not 2 days later a second mockingbird attempted the same feat. Let us just say that it is now Willa 2, mockingbirds 0.
August 08 TupperwareHow can a person who doesn't have food, have ants in her kitchen? This simply does not make sense to me. But they've decided to set up residence in my pantry climbing up and down the wall on their quest for a free meal. Well I wish them all the best because the only thing in there is sealed in tupperware. Ha! My momma didn't raise no fool.
My mother is the Tupperware Queen. Some may say she's a bit on the bizarre side, and that may be but she doesn't have a problem with bugs or freshness. Nothing in her cubboards is in its original container. Upon entering her home, it is immediately opened and placed in its appropriate tupperware container. It would be nice if she labeled those little suckers though. Because in a taste test there is a BIG difference between corn starch and powdered sugar.
I have to say that it does make for a rather organized cubboard but has become a bit irritating at times for Poppy (that's my dad). You see, for those items that you would not open (cake mixes, pasta mixes, instant potatoes, salad dressing mixes, gravy mixes, etc.) they go into the refrigerator. There's not a spot in that little bugger that doesn't have something in it. Every cubby and shelf has multiple uses and she seems to be the only one who can get it all to fit. You may be saying to yourself, "so what's the problem?" The fact that Poppy's the one in the refrigerator most of the time. Watching him make a sandwich can be quite entertaining. First you gotta find it, then you gotta adjust to get it out, then you gotta figure out how to get it back in! She gets upset because he'll have 3 containers of salsa opened and 2 jars of miracle whip and he's says he didn't know he had any because he couldn't find it. The only thing you can find every time is the iced tea pitcher and Mackenna's string cheese. Gotta keep those priorities straight. August 04 The DashIm sure there is a way to download this and put it on my site;however, I have no idea how to do it and I'd probably get arrested for sometype of publishing infringement. So I'll let you open it and look at it as you wish. It is quite beautiful and makes you think about what is truly important in life.
I hope that you enjoy it.
August 03 I Hope For You...I read this today and thought it something good to share with all of you. How true it is that in our attempt to make a better life for our children, we have forgotten that the hardships make them stronger. To work for something makes them appreciate it all the more and that using their imagination generates creativity that no video game can ever produce.
I watched a PBS special about life in 1940's England. A modern family was transported back in time to World War II England. One thing the mother noticed most was that the less her children had, the more loving they were to each other. There was less jealousy between the two and more appreciation.
This article was written by Mr. Paul Harvey.
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better
I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.
I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.
I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.
When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.
On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.
If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don’t like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hanukkah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.
Written with a pen and sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.
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