A Link and Two Photos

Yeah, not very creative, I know.

I have Monday and Tuesday and next Friday off. Light is out of school on Mon and Tues and on Fri, she has a field trip that I wanted to go on, so I'm looking forward to next week.

On Tuesday, she is going to the eye doctor. She seems to be having problems seeing the board at school. Since literally EVERY ONE in our family has glasses, it's inevtible. I just wanted to hold off for a few more years.

Oh, well, at least she looks cute in glasses. At least she looks cute in mine when she tries them on.

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The Flip Flop Queen posted a new blog post over at Flip Flops in the Sun.

Go check it out. It's really cute and fun. I had post it for her this morning but she told me what to say and how to post it.

Bossy little thing!

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Here's a pic of Nikki taken last night.

She's still a dream dog.


And here's my favorite little man, Max. The original dream dog.

What have y'all got planned for the weekend? Anything fun?

Later,

Discovered a New Blog

Y'all really, really, really need to check this one out.

Flip Flops in the Sun.

You won't regret it!

Love,

Mama Dawg

The Grandest of All Ships...

...is Friendship.

I've got this on my mind a lot these days.

Mostly due to renewed friendships via Facebook.

But I'm not going to talk about those today.

Today I'm talking about my bloggie friendships.

Who knew when I started this whole thing that I would become friends with strangers? Strangers who I've never met face to face. Strangers that I would share parts of my life with.

And to go even further, I actually consider them FRIENDS.

Not people I merely talk to through the miracle of modern science but honest to goodness real friends.

I read a lot of blogs (not lately but I'll get back into the swing shortly) and chit-chat with many bloggers, but there's only a handful out there that I'd consider a friend. Someone with whom I've either talked to on the phone or shared a deep dark secret (or not) with via a series of e-mails.

I've even been on the receiving end of gifts AND I've sent gifts or a card.

I mean, that's trust right there. To give out your address.

I've even gotten drunk phone calls and drunk texts. But of course, that's from one person and one person only! Hi, Jess! Love ya!

So, today, I'm going to give a big old shout out and THANK YOU to several bloggers who have touched my life in someway outside of this bloggie world.

To Jess: Thank you for the many phone calls both drunk AND sober. You never fail to put me in a good mood either from a drunken text message at 11 at night or an instant message when I'm having a shitty day at work. I can not WAIT to meet you in August. You are someone that if I had met you in real life first, I would have instantly been friends with. You are my kind of people.

To Kat: I have to have you right behind Jess because I kind of think of all of us as the Three Stooges, except without all the eye poking and face slapping. Somehow, in 140 characters on Twitter, you managed to ease some of my fears I have about a friend going to Afghanistan in August. Just knowing that you're there for me to use as a sounding board or a shoulder to cry on brings me comfort. I do hope that when you do come back to the States, we are able to meet up in Savannah and get totally hammered with Jess and Co.

To Sassy: You rock for making my little girls day by doing a special order for earrings for your daughters. She was so proud of herself for doing such a good job. You will always hold a special place in my heart for making her feel so big. Damn, Sassy just reminded me that we're meeting up in October! Can't wait for that one, too! I love all the bloggers that are coming to New Orleans this year!

To Pseudo: I don't know what it is about you that touches my heart so, but you do. I consider you to be a very special friend and I can't even tell you why. There are just some people out there that touch you and you can't explain it. You're one of those. Of course, anytime someone does anything for my daughter (see Sassy's above), they will always, always, always have a spot carved out for them in my heart. That completely AWESOME birthday present you sent her not only made her day, but made mine as well. The Hawaii themed items inside made for a very special present indeed. The card you included was fantastic and even though she's only 9, I think she understood the meaning in the words and understood the wonder that is the Internet for bringing you into her life. Anytime I talk about my blog at home, she always asks about Aunt Pseudo. She is thrilled that she has a BFF in Hawaii.

To Rhea: I can't even begin to thank you for all that you've done for me and LOML with our etsy businesses. Rhea was my first customer when I started this whole etsy thing. She's bought a few more items from me since then and not surprisingly, was also LOML's first customer. It's not so much the money that you spent that makes you special. It's that you believed in my product enough to actually make the purchase. That purchase gave me the confidence I needed to persevere.

To Captain Dumbass: You know, I can't really thank you for what you've done for me. Well, I can say thank you, but of course, I can't tell the whole Internets exactly why. All they need to know is that you are an incredible secret keeper and for that, you will always have my gratitude. Plus, you're sending me a polar bear. Who needs anything more? Have you gotten your package (hee, hee, I said package) yet? I hope they didn't explode. If you want more, holler and I'll go get some.

To Irish Gumbo: Thank you. Thank you for listening. Thank you for trusting me with your stories. Thank you for being there. I mean for really being there.

There are so many others out there that have touched my life in some way or another. Even if in a small way. There are way too many to lists in one post. Perhaps I shall save another list for another day. To each of you, though, I give thanks right now.

This is the first post in a series of thankful posts I plan to do every weekend. So, if you weren't mentioned above, don't fret. You'll get your day in the Dawg house sun soon enough.

Have a great weekend everyone!

Later,

Mama Dawg

It's Baaaaaaack!

That's right ladies and germs.

He Blogs/She Blogs is back and located at their own private cozy cottage.

If you've been missing the latest male v. female points of view on anything from high heels to long hair v. short hair to how men REALLY feel about shopping, you can now get your crack at the low, low price of FREE!

So, head on over and check 'em out. They're looking for a good topic to discuss on their first ever post on the new site.



Click it. You know you wanna.

Later,

Mama Dawg

Loads O' Crap

How come I always have brilliant ideas for a blog post when I’m in the crapper?

And to top it off, by the time I wipe, pull up my panties and whatnot, wash my hands and get back to my desk, I’ve completely forgotten it.

Do I need to start taking a notebook and pen or a voice recorder into the pot with me? How funny would that be?

“Ok, remember that one time that you worked at a strip club and that guy came over to you and sa…” *speaking into the recorder*

*knock, knock*

“Ummmm…are you okay in there?” (unseen person on the other side of the door)

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Just talking to myself.” *blushing*

See, that just wouldn’t work.

Sigh……

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Have any of you heard of Lily Allen? She’s a brilliant singer from England. She has this one song called “Not Big”.

Now, I’m not a man hater by any means. I love men. I simply adore them. I’d love you too, but you know, proximity being what it is with blogs, you’re out of luck on that end.

Wait, I don’t think I know any single male bloggers.

Take back that last statement.

Anywho, here’s a clip of the song. I simply adore it. I think it’s a hilarious revenge song.



Ladies, are you with me?

Yeah. Yeah, you are. I can see you all *nodding* your heads along. (Kat, that one's for you, my England buddy)

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I have discovered two new bloggers.

Y'all need to go and check them out.

Seriously. They rock.

Dave over at Accumulative Dimunitive is my new bloggy crush. His posts blow me away. They're a mix of Ryan over at the Pacing the Panic Room and Captain Dumbass over at Us and Them.

A perfect combo in my opinion.

And his friend, Charles, JUST started his blog. I love the title, Chicken In The Bread Pan. So, hop on board now. I have a feeling his train is going to shoot out of the station fast. (not a euphemism for premature ejaculation, y'all. At least, not this time. Get your heads out of the gutter).

Have a good Friday y'all. I'm here but not. It's my day off. This is pre-posted.

Yeah, I suck. Who cares? You get to read this lovely little gem of a post.

I have to organize a scavanger hunt for LOML's party on Saturday. Wish me luck!

Later,

Mama Dawg

I Love It When It's All About Me

Pseudonymous High School Teacher sent me some questions for me to answer when I had a free chance. Well, I had a free chance.

Enjoy! P.S. If you're not reading her...why the hell not? First of all, she lives in Hawaii and post the most awesome pics and videos. If that's not enough of a draw....well, dammit, that should be enough right there. I dare you to go read her. She's like a bag of Lay's chips. You can't eat just one. Or, in this case, read just one entry.

1. If you could hook up with anyone for one week of the hottest sex ever, and it could be anywhere, where would you go and who would YOU do? (in honor of Mondays at Mama's)

Hmmmm....Birmingham, AL with an ex-boyfriend from high school who's now a Captain in the Army and is getting ready to be deployed BACK to the Middle East in July.

Oh, did I tell you guys that my ex-boyfriend from high school that's a Captain in the Army made plans for us to meet up in Birmingham next weekend? No? My bad. Sorry.

2. If you could time travel back in time or forward in time for an afternoon of hanging out and chatting, what time period would you visit and who would you visit with?

Hands down, easiest question.

My grandmother when she was young and hot and awesome back during WWII. She had some adventures. And when I say that, I mean clean healthy fun adventures, not wild ones (no sarcasm, my grandmother was a good girl). Her stories are so awesome from back in that time. And she was a stunner, I tell ya. I'd love to watch the men who watched her (not that she would have ever known they were watching her) as she walked down the street.

3. Someone wants to set you up in business and is willing to invest one million dollars. You have to use this to start your own business. What business would you go into?

I'd love to say my jewelry making, but if I'm gonna be realistic about this, I would have to say setting up some sort of warehouse/shipping business over the Internet. People always need things to be stored and then shipped when sold. But, I've not given this much thought. It was just off the top of my head.

4. You are going to be given one superpower. What do you want and why?

Invisibility. I'm a voyeur.

5. If you won a two week vacation with LOML to anywhere, where would you like to take her?

As much as I hate to be cliched, I gotta go with Disney World. I would love to take her some place new and different and with some more history, but if it's a free trip for two weeks and I want a guarantee we'll have an incredible time? Yeah, it's Disney. It NEVER fails to put a smile on our faces.

Later,

Mama Dawg

The Ultimate Randomness of All Randomness (at least until the next random post)

Whoo Hoo! I got some more awards.

You guys are gonna make me get a big head if this keeps up (keep it up please, I bought an XL hat the other day and right now it doesn't fit. To save me from returning it, please give me some more awards...please, pretty please, with sugar on top?)

This one came from not one BUT two people. Granted, Goodfather just tossed out like a bajillinity names on his blog to give this to, but it is soooooooo cool. It's a manly award. And it has a tool on it *hee, hee, I said tool*.

However, Irish Gumbo actually BESTOWED this award on me. He singled me and a couple of others out specifically for this award. He must think I'm a tool. *hee, hee, I said tool*

This one comes with rules. I get the feeling that Goodfather is a good rule follower. Since he's so nice, I'll do this for him.

This award is for any blog that truly ‘measures up’.

Rules

1. Say one nice thing to a man in your life. (I told Max, my puppy, currently the only man in my life...besides JD and Mike the cats, that he was cute. Does that count?)

2. List at least six ways that you measure success in your life (or for your blog).

1. My daughter is happy
2. I'm happy.
3. I can buy groceries.
4. I have loyal readers.
5. I have friends.
6. I have a nice creative outlet that earns me respect.

3. Assign this award to six other blogs and leave them a comment telling the blogger that you’ve assigned them this award.

1. Manic Mariah
2. Momo Fali
3. Tattooed Minivan Mom
4. Vodka Mom
5. Trooper Thorn
6. Even the Nice Ones

4. Link back to the blog that you received this award from.

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This next one is from one of my favorite Canadians, Captain Dumbass.

He, like Goodfather, CREATED this award.

I love me some Pirates. And if they're Canadian Pirates? That much better.

No rules with this one. If you want it, it's yours.


I like that he thinks I've got booty. Someone must have leaked my secret blog photos. Dammit!

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Awwww.....as a last minute edit, I just rec'd this beautiful award from Heinous. Isn't he sweet? I think he just wanted to dump a feminine award, but I'll take it. I've already received this one once, so I'm not gonna do the thing that's attached to it.

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You guys are in for a treat.

I'm doing a BEST OF RANDOMNESS here at the Dawg House.

I compiled a list of my best random lines from past posts.

Enjoy!

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A mouse and I had a stare down this morning in the pots and pans cabinet. He blinked first and ran away. Hahahahaha! Stupid mouse. I won!!!!! Nanny, nanny boo-boo.

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How come when I hear the song "It's A Hard Knock Life", I just want to run home and feed light of my life some porridge and dress her in tattered clothing and sit on the couch and watch "Annie" all day long?

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I just walked out in the hallway to get to another part of the hospital and it smelled like pickle relish and then I swear to God I saw a Hobbit in the mail room.

I wonder if they're connected?

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I saw an old man walking down the road the other day. He was about 6'2" or so and had white hair that I could see sticking out from under his straw hat. He was wearing overalls and boots. I only saw him from the back.

My first thought upon seeing him....oohhh, I bet he's a monster. Just like out of a Stephen King novel.

I swear if he had turned around and had piercing all black dead eyes, I would not have been surprised. Scared, yes, but not surprised.

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I took out a pair of panties the other day (clean from my drawer) and noticed my panties have stretch marks. Is that possible? And if so, what does that mean for or about me?

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I was driving home from the vet's office a couple of weeks ago and laughed when I spotted an entire unopened non-flattened package of hot dog buns in the middle of the road. Some poor schmuck is going to get home and say "Well, Ethel, I could have sworn I bought a pack of them hot dog buns...I dunno" all the while Ethel is yelling "Jethro...we cain't eat no hot dogs without them hot dog buns".

I laughed harder a couple of miles later when I saw another package in the same condition.

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Some thoughts that keep me up at night:

When you lose weight, where does the weight go?

Do you think fumes (paint, gas, etc...) have a color? If so, what color do you think they are?

and the number one thought that drives me crazy...

If you have more than one doofus in a room and you're trying to tell someone that there's more than one doofus in the room, what's the plural of doofus? Doofuses or doofi? Any ideas? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

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I had a Harry Potter moment the other day. I was driving to work and it was kinda foggy in some spots. I had been driving for a while with a clear windshield when all of a sudden, it fogged over and got an icy look. My first thought? "Oh, shit, the dementors are coming".

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Here's some new random thoughts:

Having cucumbers and pickles on a salad is like sleeping with your first cousin. The pickle is only once removed from the cucumber.

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I've made it my life's mission to become friends with Morgan Freeman. He's a celebrity that's always in Mississippi and I think we could become best buds. We have ABSOLUTELY nothing in common, but that shouldn't stop us. Should it?

That's it!

Happy Friday!

Later,

Mama Dawg

Helping Hands Project

Thistle over at Of Thistles and Maple Leaves is hosting a Helping Hands Project. This project challenges bloggers to help out in their community in some way. (this also counts towards my Friday Foto Finish Fiesta at Candid Carrie's since my foto is at the bottom!)


I thought this was a neat concept and I thought, initially, that I would need to start helping in my community but then I realized I already did.


I have this wonderful blog that makes the blogging community laugh.


'Nuff said. Done. Where's my badge?


No? That's not what she meant?


Ummmmm....ok, I don't fart in public.


There. Believe me, that is a SERVICE to our community. Not to mention the environment at large.


Still not what she meant?


Oh, OK. I'll toot my own horn.


I don't have a lot of money. That's obvious. It's obvious because I've said it like a gazillionity times here on this blog.


So, it's hard for me to contribute in a financial way. Or, at least, in a high profile kind of financial way.


My aunt, the one that lives with my grandmother, and her church is heavily involved with Samaritan's Purse and their Operation Christmas Child project.


I've known about this project for many years, but since I lived in New Orleans and didn't attend a church, I was out of the loop and never contributed.


Several years ago, I started buying things here and there for my aunt to include in the shoeboxes.


I made a decision before we moved up here, to start actively collecting items to include in shoeboxes. I had originally decided to donate all the items to my aunt's church to use but then realized that Light of My Life liked assembling the boxes (she liked to decided what items went in each box) and we decided to make it a family project.


I gathered up as many boxes as I could and we got to work. By the time the call came in to get them ready to ship off, we had assembled 20+ boxes. I donated them all to my aunt's church and we gave ourselves a pat on the back for a job well done.


We started collecting again after the first drive was done and over with.


And I'm proud to say, that this year, we assembled 46 boxes!


I make it a habit to pick up items each time we go to Wal-Mart or the dollar store. I can (barely) afford the extra dollar or two but it totally adds up by the time you're ready to assemble.


Also, due to Mardi Gras, I'm able to collect tons and tons of beads as well as new stuffed animals that they throw from the floats. I also collect other small toys they throw.


In addition to Operation Christmas Child, I also volunteer at the Methodist Rummage sale in the next town over.


I'm not Methodist.


Yet...I help. I go in the off hours and organize and decorate and straighten up and move boxes of clothes up and down the basement stairs. I had told my retired mom about this place and she started volunteering. She then asked me to come help her on my days off and I went.


I love organizing and gathering and decorating.


We also have fun spending time together.


Just yesterday, my day off, we went and worked on a Christmas display for this upcoming weekend.


I also adopted Max. Now, that might not have done much for the community, but it's done wonders for our family.


Do you volunteer? Do you help out your community in any way?


Later,


Mama Dawg


P.S. I got this from Pseudonymous High School Teacher.

P.S.S. This is a Wal-Mart sized bag of scissors that I got for FIFTY CENTS! They had a deal where you got whatever you could fill in the bag for FIFTY CENTS. If you'll notice the little orange sticker on the top pair, it shows FIFTY CENTS for ONE PAIR. I got the WHOLE BAG for FIFTY CENTS. It's over 200 pairs of scissors. These are the kinds of deals I find. Yeah, I'm THAT kind of shopper. I also can get my kids entire summer wardrobe for less than $100 by shopping in the off season at Old Navy for their clothes that are prices $1.99.

Yippe Ki Yay, Motherf*cker!

Yes, I put the * in so all you people out there that might not visit me due to the "eff" word will come on over.

You're welcome!

Anyhoo, my former internet love, Trooper Thorn, has decided to soothe my wounded feelings post break-up with a BEE-YOU-TE-FUL award.



Idn't purty? So purty. Look y'all. It's got a flutterby on it and everything.

There's some sort of rule where I have to post this:

"These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

But my question is, who follows up on these things? Are we gonna get fined if we don't post this? Is there gonna be a hit out on us? Is Steenky Bee going to stalk us? Is Captain Dumbass's kid gonna bite us on the ear? Is Jess going to make us do one of those upside down beer thingies? Or flash us her boobs? (yeah, you know you went to the link...don't lie)

For fear of my life and the life of my many, many animals and kid, I'll play along.

I'm supposed to nominate 8 people.

Dude, I keep giving awards to like the same 3 people.

Let me check my blogroll and see who I can scare up.






Let's see, nope, can't give her one.

Nope, he'll get a big head if I give him one.

What about...nah...she doesn't deserve it.

Shit, I'm all out of bloggers.

So, tell you what.

How about YOU guys give me some bloggers to bestow this award on?

Yeah, yeah, I like that. Do my work for me.

Someone, anyone, give me some bloggers to bestow this award upon. Once I hit the magical number of 8, I'll edit this post and pass out the award.

So, go ahead. Give me some names.

Later,



P.S. I'm totally kidding about bloggers on my blog roll not being deserving of this award. I just keep giving these things out to the same people over and over and over again. That, and most of you guys have this already.

P.S.S. Nope, not gonna tell you about the break-up. It hurts too much to speak of. However, he is making up for the pain by presenting me with this award.

P.S.S.S. I totally rock. Jennifer over at MN vs. TX also presented me with this award. In your face, suckas!

Hello, Hello, Turn Your Radio On

$50 million dollars to anyone who can name the group that sang that song.

No, wait, just kidding. All you'll get is a resounding "Wow, so there's actually 2 people who know that song and group. Cool!"

Did y'all miss me?

I know you did. Admit it. You missed me. Just a little, right?

Ahhhhhh....I knew you did.

Wanna know what happened?

It's boring really.

One day last week, my computer gets a virus. It took them 2 DAYS to get a new one set up for me. Why a new one? Well, the contaminated one was old and I needed a new one anyway. Since that was the case, they had to put on all the programs and whatnot on the new one and for some reason, they're really, really slow.

Luckily, they had a spare for me to use, but I was too terrified to go anywhere on the 'net since I didn't know where the virus came from.

It got up and running on Wednesday. I started making my blog rounds and on the SAME DAMN blog that I had visited last before it crashed the first time, it crashed AGAIN.

All I can guess is that my 'puter got a virus from a blog. Is that possible? It was a rootkit virus (or something like that).

It took them a whole day (Friday) to get it back to it's pre-virus condition. I was off of work on Thursday due to a field trip with Light of My Life. We went gambling...kidding! We did go to a casino town, but we went to a museum instead.

So, I'm back. Kinda. I'm sorta terrified to blog again while at work since I don't know what happened or if I did contract the virus from a blog. Maybe it was from an e-mail in my personal account since I keep multiple applications running throughout the day (e-mail, blogs, Disney trivia site, etc...)

I hate being poor and not having a computer at home. I hate not having money. I'm not talking about not having money like "I don't have enough money to buy that Grande Mocha w/no fat whip, blah, blah, blah from Starbucks". I mean I hate not having money like "Which bill do I not pay this month in order to keep my electricity turned on for the next 30 days? Which facility cashes their checks really, really late so I can "float" a check here and I'll get paid before they cash it".

Yeah, that's the kind of poor I am.

So, no home 'puter for me. Even if I had a 'puter, I dont' have the money to pay for the internet service.

So.damn.frustrating.

And, to top it off, Captain Dumbass of Us and Them asked me to guest post on his blog today and I couldn't due to the stupid VIRUS! My first ever invite to guest post. As fast as word gets on the 'net, it's probably already gotten out around "town" that I'm a bad guest and I'll never be invited back. I don't blame them.

I'm currently at my neighbors house using their computer. They let me use it any time I want to. They're cool like that. Shout out to L, B and the girls!

Peeps, so much has happened in this past week.

For real.

No, not really.

I made the local paper. Or, more accurately, Jesse the squirrel made the local paper. I submitted a photo and a little blurb about him and they used my photo (in COLOR, no less) and put it in!

We're so famous! Whoo, hoo!

Oh, and Light of my life did Jr. Cheer camp at school and cheered and danced in Friday nights game! She kicked ASS! She rocks! I'm so proud of her.

Let's see, what else happened? I know something else happened. Just can't put my finger on it.

Oh, wait, I remember.....

Meet Max.



Whoops, sorry. That's not Max. That's just me doing my Daniel-son impression with a green grosgrain ribbon with white polka dots. Very macho.



Nope, still not Max. That's just Light of My Life making fun of me from the pic above. Silly girl.



Ahhhhh....there's my Max.



There he is again.



And...yet again.

Isn't he adorable?

What you can't see in the pics is the fact that when I found him, I could LITERALLY STICK THE ENTIRE TOP HALF OF MY FINGERTIP IN BETWEEN HIS RIBS!!!

Yeah, that's how emaciated he was. Someone has been horribly neglecting this poor puppy. He was so starved for love and food and water.

I found him out near my deceased great aunt's old place.

I took one look at him, pulled over and stuck him in the car and never looked back.

I did this on Wednesday.

Today's Saturday.

I am happy to announce that I can no longer stick half of my fingertip in between his ribs.

He's happy, he's loved, he's getting fat, he's loved, he's getting watered, he's getting loved...did I mention he's getting loved?

Loved from Light of my Life, loved from my mom and most of all, loved by me.

He is the sweetest soul I've ever met.

My neighbor used to raise dogs and he put him at about 6-8 months old and states he seems pretty healthy for being so malnourished.

He also said he's gonna get between 50-60 pounds.

Yikes!

I know, I know. I just got finished saying I have no money.

But how can you resist?

Seriously, how?

I can't. I couldn't.

So....I didn't.

Now, I have a menagerie.

But...that's my life.

And I like it.

And I'm glad I'm back. I missed you guys!

Happy Saturday night y'all!

Later,

What's in a Name? and Other Randomness

I've gotten several questions regarding the title of my blog so I thought I'd let you guys know the meaning behind it.

It's a HUGE, MONUMENTAL, LIFE CHANGING story. For reals. *

Not too long after I moved up here, my mom and I were driving from my grandmother's house back to the house I'm living in now. As I've described before, I live out in the country. A place where dogs run free (for the most part) and you can almost always see some sort of dead animal every mile that goes by.

My mom and I have a good relationship (how else can we live together for a year now without killing each other) and we have perfected the art of the "comfortable silence".

As we were driving back in relative comfortable silence, we both noticed out of the passenger side window these two dogs running in a field.

I turned to my mom and said "two dogs running" and she replied "yup".

And that, my dears, sums up living here in this wonderful, beautiful place I live.

Plus, it reminded me of that part in "Twister" when Helen Hunt and whatshisface are in the truck tracking a tornado and a cow goes flying past and she says "cow". That one word made me laugh so hard. It's just soooooo.....obvious.

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My kid's gonna be in the paper again today. It's a special segment where they take your picture and tell a little bit about you. She's pumped.

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Light of my life is studying the tooth in health class right now. They're learning all the parts of the tooth, how to take care of your teeth and whatnot.

She does her homework every afternoon with my mom and so my mom's been the one to go over all this with her. When it comes to the part about flossing, the book advises the kids to use at least 12 inches of floss to make sure that they have enough to do a good job.

So, last night, as light of my life was getting ready for bed, she got out her ruler and her tube of floss and measured out EXACTLY 12 inches of floss.

It took EVERYTHING IN MY POWER not to bust out laughing.

For anyone trying to figure out if it's worth it to have kids.....this is a good example of why it's a GOOD idea to have kids. Non-stop entertainment.

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The other day, I swear to God, I saw a dog look both ways before crossing the street.

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I heard a blurb the other day on NPR (shut up). They said "People who tend to get their coffee from Starbucks will vote for Obama and people who shop at Wal-Mart will vote for McCain". I just laughed and laughed and laughed at that generalization. (this is just an observation, not a political statement on my part...don't judge)

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I had a Harry Potter moment the other day. I was driving to work and it was kinda foggy in some spots. I had been driving for a while with a clear windshield when all of a sudden, it fogged over and got an icy look. My first thought? "Oh, shit, the dementors are coming".

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Some thoughts that keep me up at night:

When you lose weight, where does the weight go?

Do you think fumes (paint, gas, etc...) have a color? If so, what color do you think they are?

and the number one thought that drives me crazy...

If you have more than one doofus in a room and you're trying to tell someone that there's more than one doofus in the room, what's the plural of doofus? Doofuses or doofi? Any ideas? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

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I have some incredibly stupid moments sometimes and I'm so glad that I internalize most of my thoughts. Why do you ask?

'Cause of this:

Sometimes when I listen to a commercial on the radio or watch one on TV, I think to myself "how do they find people that have that particular disorder or likes that specific product or has that problem" and then I realize that....duh *smacks forehead*...they're actors.

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That's all I got peep. Have a good Thursday. I know I will. I have tomorrow off!

Later,



*not really. I justed wanted to make sure you read the whole post.
**the footnotes were for LiteralDan and Unmitigated. You're welcome.

Sucking Heads and Canadian Accents

Hi,Ho! Kermit theeee Frog here...

not really. I just always wanted to open with that line. Why, I don't know.

A while ago (like a billion years), I stumbled across this website called Citizen of the Month written, directed AND produced by Neil Kramer.

He started this HUGE project of getting strange (like strangers, not like weird...well, maybe that, too) bloggers to interview each other and then he would put up the links for the interviews.

I went and signed up and lo and behold, Middle Age Woman of Unmitigated signed up RIGHT BEHIND ME (SEE, SEE...she does stalk me!).

Awesome! And weird. Because I was already a regular reader of hers.

Anyhooooooo....a while ago (again) on her blog, she posted up the interview she did with a fellow blogger (who I now read) and it shamed me into coming up with a bunch of questions to ask this blogger who I'm a little intimidated by. So, with fear in my heart and extremely sweaty palms, I sent her the following questions.

My questions are in red.
Her answers are in turquoise.
My responses to her answers are in purple.

Ok, ok, you can quit shooting me daggers. I finally came up with some questions.

What the Hell am I gonna do with all these leftover daggers? Jeez, you put a real crimp in a person’s style, here.

Keep in mind, that after you answer these and when I do my post, I'll be responding to some of your responses. I may be funny, I may be serious. Depends on my mood.

1. I know that you became a teacher not that long ago and since I can do math (not well, I might add...get it? Add?) and know that since your daughter is 18 and your son is 16, that you made this career change later in life, I want to know what made you decide to do this? Was it a specific even that triggered this? Was it a life long dream?

This is going to sound so lame. I was working part time in a CD store when the kids were little (I was in my thirties), and one of the (much younger) girls came in to work with her homework. She was in college working toward a teaching degree. I don’t know why it struck me as a good idea. Probably because it meant I could quit my job and go to school. I hadn’t done something that felt like it was just for me for a long time. Before the kids were born, I worked in a series of office jobs that I hated with the red-hot fire of a thousand suns. I am beginning to think that every endeavor I have taken on was an excuse to get out of the one I was in. Shit.

2. Do you think I'm funny?

Of course. And HAWT, too! (Somewhat related) I really wanted to show my students that video of Jessie the squirrel, but SOMEONE injudiciously mentioned her own boobs in the audio, so, no.

It's true. If you go back and listen, I do mention my boobies. I said MENTION, not SHOW!

3. Do the kids you teach motivate you in any way? If so, how?

They mostly motivate me to be goofy, which is fun for me and them. Sometimes, when I see what some of them have to live with at home (divorces, abuse, poverty, etc.) they motivate me to be grateful for what I have. Don’t start feeling sorry for me, though. I work in a pretty wealthy area of the state, so the issues I see are usually pretty tame compared to what inner-city teachers deal with.

4. If you could pick one song to sum up your life, what would it be and why?

Right now I have to go with the song my husband requested be dedicated to us on our first anniversary. Sung by Randy Newman, whom we saw in concert that night, it’s called Wedding at Cherokee County. Here are the lyrics:

There she is sitting there
Out behind the smoke house in her rocking chair
She don't do nothin'
She don't say nothin'
She don't feel nothin'
She don't know nothin'
Maybe she's crazy I don't know
But maybe that's why I love her so
Her papa was a midget
Her mama was a whore
Her granddad was a newsboy 'til he was eighty four (what a slimy ol’ bastard he was)
Man don't you think I know she hates me
Man don't you think I know that she's no good
If she knew how she'd be unfaithful to me
I think she'd kill me if she could
Maybe she's crazy I don't know
But maybe that's why I love her so
I'm not afraid of the grey wolf
Who stalks through our forest at dawn
As long as I have her beside me
I have the strength to carry on
Today we will be married
And all the freaks that she knows will be there
And all the people from the village will be there
To congratulate us
I will carry her across the threshold
I will make dim the light
I will attempt to spend my love within her
But though I try with all my might
She will laugh at my mighty sword
She will laugh at my mighty sword
Why must everybody laugh at my mighty sword?
Lord, help me if you will
Maybe we're both crazy, I don't know
Maybe that's why I love her so

I love this song. Never heard it, but the lyrics are hilarious as hell. Might have to download this one.

5. What about your students do you admire?

I admire how many of them are able to be successful at school, because at their age, I certainly was not! They can actually sit there, complete the work that is assigned, do their homework, and turn it in when it is due, having done a pretty good job—80% of them can. By the end of the year, 90% of them can.

6. I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 563. What is it?

Based on the fact that you live south of the Mason-Dixon line, have one female child, have taken in an orphan squirrel to raise, and are willing to interview me, I’m going to say I have no idea. I’m getting a zit on my chin. I think it’s because of this question.

Yeah, I have that effect on people. So I'm told.

7. What about your students annoy you?

Example: Okay, ladies and gentlemen, when you are done with the quiz, please place it on the back counter, and you may choose from any of the activities listed here while you wait for your classmates to finish (ALL of this is written on the overhead projector as I speak, the instructions, the choices, everything). After the quiz: Where do I put this quiz? Can I read my book? Where does the quiz go when I am done? What am I supposed to do now? And on, and on, every FREAKING day! Really, though? I can deal with all that.

8. Have you ever sucked the head of a crawfish?

Is this a southern-belle way of referring to a bl*w-job? Because it doesn’t make it sound anymore appetizing.

I about peed in my pants when I read this response. I know for a fact that I snorted LOUDLY. Ummmm....not, it's not a southern term for a BJ. It's what you do with a crawfish. However, it is good practice for BJ's.

9. Any advice to pass on to someone wanting to make a change in their life by becoming a teacher?

Yes. Run. Run fast and far. Teaching is really not very much about teaching. A lot of it is jumping through federal and state government hoops, dealing with parents and administrators, and dumb-ass meetings. I guess it’s worth it when you make a connection with a kid who really needs you.

10. Tell me about a time when you got stinking drunk. Anything interesting happen or did you just throw up?

The last time I got stinking drunk was about a month after my dad died. I was not really dealing with it too well. Nothing spectacular happened, I just had trouble falling asleep because the damn room kept spinning. And I had a headache in the morning. A couple days ago, something kind of interesting DID happen. I sat in my own living room for over two hours and failed to notice that Handy Jeff had been by to work in the bathroom on the Hellmouth. What didn’t I notice? Drywall, a ladder, a shop vac, a pile of tools, and a big bucket of drywall mud. I took a nap before dinner, and finally noticed it when I woke up. I called him to ask if he’d been by while I was sleeping. Nope, he’d left it that morning. I’m just losing my mind.

Now, that's what I call DRUNK. Finally, a role model.

11. Lastly, what do you REALLY think about Captain Dumbass?

I want the Cap’n to record his voice so I can hear it in my dreams. Between that deep timbre and the Canadian accent, it makes me wild with ecstasy. He’s not going to read this, is he?

No. No, he's not going to read this at all. Your secret is safe with me.

I want to thank everyone who helped me with this interview. I couldn't have done it without you. The checks are in the mail....pinky swear.

Later,

My Head's Spinning

I just gotta respond to some comments in a separate post.

First, Trooper Thorn has all but declared his undying love for me and he would have moved down here except for those damn centipedes.

Troop, I take it back...it was a fake. It's made of rubber.

There, now pack up your stuff and move your cutie booty down here to the dirty south so we can live in sin.

Second, Captain Dumbass (who is not a serious contender for my affections since he's married but a girl can dream...back off Jenboglass) is actually going to get his kids DOWN FOR A NAP so he can read my little ol' blog. Be still my beating heart.

Third...and I'm sorry guys, but this one beats out both of yours COMBINED...Momo Fali not only knows and is close personal friends with Chris Daugherty the winner of Survivor Vanuatu but...and this is the big one....wait for it, wait for it...

She suggested that we do the AMAZING RACE together!!!!!!!!!!!!

Can you feel my excitement? No? Was there not enough exclamation marks?

Of course, now that I posted this, she's gonna take it back.

All kidding aside, this is something that I'd love to do one day. My mom and I have discussed signing up but I don't know how serious she is about the whole thing.

So far, Rhea and Trooper have been the only ones to offer up their sons for my daughter. Anyone else?

Later,

To Spend or Not to Spend, That is the Question

Like so many others out there, light of my life gets an allowance.

I read a long time ago that a good rule of thumb is to give them an allowance based on their age.

If they're 5, give them $5, 6 give them $6, so on and so forth.

I actually like this idea. I know it seems like a lot of money, but my daughter actually does earn it. She feeds the pets, makes her bed and keeps her room clean.

I am horrible with money. Absolutely horrible. I don't save (cause, really, if I saved anything, anything at all, I couldn't pay my bills...I am what they call the "working poor") and when I do have any extra, I tend to spend it on something fun.

However, I'm trying to instill in my daughter a sense of saving.

She's much better at it than I am.

One of the rules I set up when it comes to her allowance is that she only gets $5 to actually spend. The balance goes towards her savings for our Disney trip we take every two years.

I started this when she was five. She didn't have any money saved up for that first trip cause I had just started giving her an allowance. But, by the time the next trip rolled around (when she was 7), she had a poopload of money saved that I allowed her to spend on WHATEVER she wanted at Disney World (minus candy).

Can I tell you that that girl actually came home with money? She came home with $30! Amazing!

She likes this arrangement. It suits her just fine.

She also recently had to save up half the money for an iPod. She wanted one really badly and I told her that if she saved up half the money (about $100), I would put up the other half.

It took her about 3 months but she did it. She didn't spend a dime of what she earned.

I've read on other blogs that parents give money for good grades and good behavior and whatnot. But we don't do that in my house. I feel like she has to earn the grades because she needs them to get into a good school, not because she gets money for them.

However, my mom cancels out that lesson and gives her $20 if she makes straight A's on her report card. Oh, mom. What am I going to do with you?

This post is was written for that contest for an iPhone that The Parent Bloggers is hosting.

They have a link to Capital One that has to be included in this post. I was just going to post the link but then when I actually checked it out, it had some good advice.

Things to think about.

Anyway, have a good Sunday. I'm stuck at work. Trying to earn extra money.

Such is my life.

Later,

Mucho Gracias and Answered Questions

O.k. First of all, I just want to say thanks to all of you who have stuck with me through the blogging of my Katrina experience. I know it was tedious at times and sometimes it was overwhelming, but I’m glad I got it out.

Thanks, too, to all who commented and linked. I do appreciate it and believe me, I read EVERY comment!

In the comments section, several of you asked some questions and made some observations that I’d like to acknowledge.

After this post, it will officially serve as the closing of this chapter in my life.

Thanks again.

(click on the person's name below to get directed to their blog)

Sassy-I’m so sorry to hear of your cousin’s townhome. I worked with a few people who had water to their ceilings and truly did lose EVERYTHING. That broke my heart. To imagine the loss of not only material possessions but your memories as well. I’ve seen pics like that (the black line of mold along the walls, the tossed appliances, etc…) and you’re right, the pictures don’t do it justice. And, technically, I’m not a Jeff girl. I lived in Orleans, but right past the Jeff line. I know peeps in the Ridge, too! Light of my life actually didn’t know any different when it came to starting kindergarten in a different school. Since she had only been to daycare (which was a combo pre-school, too), she was going to attend a new school that fall anyway. It just so happened that it was in MS instead of LA. Now, her first grade year, that was a different story. That was harder on her and on me since we were back in LA (and knowing that we were going to move the next year…again!) and having to go to a new school (the school she was originally to attend before Katrina) with new people. She LOVED her school in Flowood and missed it terribly.

Jenboglass-I’m glad to hear that at least one candidate mentioned Katrina. Hopefully, they’ll still have NOLA in mind when whoever comes to office. They could still use the assistance down there. Thanks for all your thoughts during this saga. And it was a little like Christmas running all through the house…all excited to see our things again and to see the non-damage. Yeah, we loved Freddy. He actually lived about another 6 months before finally passing away. I tell you though, it was a hardship for him, too. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that animals don’t feel things. Before the storm, he was a placid little fellow but after….he was mean. I mean, really mean. He would attack the inside of the bowl and would swim furiously if you tapped on the glass. I love how you dumped the Vamps novels for my story. That’s high praise indeed!

Rhea-Thanks for all your support during the story. Yeah, hearing about the levees breaking just about broke me down. I was already stressed enough as it was with the not being able to react and having to stay “on” all the time. Yeah, Anderson Cooper is gay. Not confirmed, mind you, but it’s pretty much a given. Remind me to tell you my story about seeing him. Did your family make it out OK with Gustav? I tell you, it looked like a third world country after the storm hit. It was eerie and smelly and…heartbreaking. It was hard to believe that this was IN a US city. Yeah, the insurance covered all the damages. The few things that weren’t covered, we were able to replace with some excess insurance money (that was legitimately owed).

Kat-Do you ever hear any flak about having the same name? Unfortunately, that storm has ruined that name for me. I always thought it was such a romantic, mysterious name, but not any more. Anytime I hear it, I automatically think people are talking about the storm. That makes me sad. I’m so glad to hear about your church sending the youth to Biloxi. They really needed the help over there. Dealing with Gustav was pretty rough. The same nasty butterfly feelings came back. I had problems in the bathroom area, if you know what I mean. I wasn’t even going through the storm, personally, but it was a combination of PTSD and worrying for my friends and family still in NOLA. Thanks for the good thoughts. Light of my life dealt with seeing things first hand pretty well. She decided to skip out on seeing the house the first day, but when she finally decided to go, she was o.k. When she saw that all her stuff, for the most part, was o.k. I think the worry she was holding on to finally let go. I did take her on a tour of the most devastated parts of the city so she could see, first hand, the devastating effects of a hurricane. I think that was the first time I saw any empathy from her. Being 5 years old, that was a big deal. The flood lines do linger. You can still see them on some people’s houses to this day. The fridge, by far, was the worst part. At least, physically. Emotionally, it was seeing all the devastation all around the city. We moved away from the city in August of 2007 and my mom followed the next month after she sold the house (to the neighbors that helped us out during the storm…coincidentally enough!).

Insane Mama-I think any kind of natural disaster is bad. I’m sorry that you have to deal with earthquakes. As much as I hate hurricanes, at least they give us some time to get the heck out of dodge before the devastation arrives. With earthquakes and tornadoes, you really don’t have much of a chance.

Tamie-Thanks for stopping by and reading! I don’t know if I 100% blame the mayor for everything that happened after. I do feel he’s to blame for lots of the fumbling and the mistakes that occurred afterwards, but I think it’s a combination of the government and the citizens. I strongly feel that the citizens should have heeded the warnings far earlier than they did (I’m talking about the ones that evacuated real late or didn’t evacuate at all). To me, it’s logical. You live on and/or near the water, a hurricane’s coming, you make the preparations to either evacuate or ride it out. None of this counting on the government to help you out of the circumstances that you created. I’m specifically referring to those citizens that you saw all over the news wearing Tommy Hilfiger clothes, with the 2 inch manicured nails and all the gold jewelry. Those people obviously had some sort of means to get out of dodge and chose not to. However, since you can’t get people to think logically 100% of the time and there are human lives at stake, I do think the government should have done a better job of taking care of those that did stay behind and were stuck in the city. That’s all I’m gonna say about that.

Lime-Thanks for stopping by! I think that’s awesome that your husband and daughter helped out the 9th ward. I love hearing about all the support from those outside of the state. It warms my heart and is much appreciated. And, yes, it’s still shocking to see how much devastation is still around.

Jennifer and Sandi-Ahhh…another hurricane survivor. I remember Andrew. I was in school at the time, but my mom (working in the insurance industry) had to go down there to work the storm. She was changed by the experience.

Minivan Mom- (If you haven’t given to her cause yet, please click on the link above the current post…you still have time to give). Tracey, for those of you who don’t know her, is one of the Yahoo group members that I mentioned in my last Katrina post. She (and the rest of the ladies) went out of their way to make sure that my family and myself were safe and sound and fully entertained. I am forever grateful to them for all of their support. This goes for Mary and Karen as well (I mention them specifically since they commented).

Ron-Thanks for stopping by! Yeah, I went through one hurricane that affected Orlando directly, but since Disney didn’t let us off of work the day it passed through, it couldn’t have been too bad. I don’t really remember it too well.

Afro-You’re welcome for remembering the brave, wonderful, stoic people of Mississippi during this time. I truly believe that these people were some of the real heroes during all of this. In my own personal opinion, they are the quiet survivors of this devastating storm and should be recognized as such. Like I mentioned to Kat above, the emotions from Katrina reared their ugly head again during Gustav. I didn’t rest until I had all my peeps accounted for. So cool to hear that your boys were born in Flowood. It was such a lovely city to while away the year til the house was repaired. I really do think that it was best that I offered light of my life the chance to see the devastation first hand but I was absolutely 100% o.k. with her decision to back out at the last minute. There were times when I didn’t want to go either.

Heather-I think that was one of the worst parts, as well. The “not being able to communicate” aspect of it was killing me. Thanks for all your support.

MAW-Yep, the not being able to react about did me in. I did manage to sneak off on long walks and cry and yell and shake and bitch and moan. So, I did eventually get some release. But, never at the exact moment I needed it. Don’t you love how karma works? I’m referring to your landlord/plumbing story in the comments. Served him right! I have not seen Déjà Vu….yet. I may, but I don’t know when I’ll be able to stomach it.

Maggie, Dammit-Thanks for stopping by and thanks for the support. I also want to commend you on your beautiful post and the support that you and Lance give to the city of New Orleans.

Trooper-Ahhhh……my pillar of support. Not only has he read faithfully, but he’s linked to me and sent me a private e-mail…and no, all you ladies out there can’t have his e-mail address OR know his real name like I do! Nanny, nanny, boo, boo. In terms of your questions and observations, I don’t really know what was worse. The not knowing anything make me nervous as all get out but I felt so helpless knowing that even if I knew anything, I couldn’t do anything about it. Both gnawed at me day and night. I debated long and hard over whether or not to take light of my life to see the house, but in the end, I felt it was a more of a disservice to her NOT to take her. Or at least, not to give her the option of going. The drive into town felt like a Twilight Zone episode. The stillness and quietness was eerie. I kept expecting to see aliens or Godzilla stamp his foot down right in front of our car as we were driving. And, yes, it was therapeutic to write all this down. I didn’t realize how much I needed to do so until I did it. It was so hard to talk to people after the storm. I couldn’t talk to my aunt about it because I felt guilty that she suffered so much worse than we did and I couldn’t really talk to someone who had not been through it because they didn’t really understand. Through discussing it with a few people and finally getting this down on “paper”, it’s truly helped enormously. I never thought of blogging as therapeutic, but, I guess, in this case, it is. And I’m grateful.

Lisa-Thanks for stopping by and reading…and yeah, I’m pretty sure Anderson is gay. You’re right, he is easy on the eyes. Sigh…..

Captain Dumbass-That was the most bizarre story I’ve heard (about the fire in the town your mom lived in). Government is so stupid some times. Glad to know no one lost their homes. Thanks for your reading and support. I’m glad I could drive home the story to those who just watched it on TV and read in on-line.

Melissa B-Thanks for stopping by and reading! Thankfully Gustav passed them by this time. I am NOT the mammadawg that created that award. That’s actually Mamma Dawg and if you click on her name, you can get directed to her.

Uberburber-Thanks for stopping by and reading. Yeah, I’m thinking of trying to get tragiversary into the dictionary. I think it’s fitting.

Robin-Thanks for stopping by and supporting and reading. I’m just so glad to hear that your dad’s doing better.

Lula-I can’t believe I’m the only firsthand account that you’ve ever read! I thought for sure you might have known someone that was affected. Thanks for the support. I loved that pic of Mike peeking through the pillows. He got in there all by himself. To this day, I still don’t know how he did it.

Mekhismom-Thanks for stopping by and reading. It really has been a wonderful outlet to get all this out.

Jen-Thanks for reading.

Scargosun-You know, life is too short to be miserable all the time. I never knew if I was a glass half empty or a glass half full person until after Katrina. I’m happy to report that I’m a glass half full person.

LiteralDan-Thanks for your support.

Jen721-Awww…thanks for stopping by and reading. I’m glad to know that I opened some peoples eyes to the utter devastation that these storms can cause. It truly is a sight to behold.

Anymommy-Thanks for stopping by and reading. I appreciate the kind words and the support.

Greedygrace-Thanks for reading and supporting. I appreciate it.

John Deere Mom-Thanks for stopping by. I’m glad I could make it real for others.

For those interested, my friends that stayed with me during Gustav went home on Wednesday and they appear to have minimal to no damage. It looks like Ike may bypass them as well.

Fingers crossed.

Later,

Some Funny to Break Up the Serious

Be warned...these are not really safe for work.

I've been laughing for the past 20 minutes or so.

Thanks to Cary over at List of the Day.

Weird Urinals

Corn Nuts Radio Ad

Very Un-PC Engrish Humor

Later,

Couple of Things

First of all, remember my affair?

Yeah, well, if I didn't have such a crush on this guy as I do, this comment would totally push me over the edge.

He commented on the post below:

"Great makeover, especially the banner. But Mama D, no woman of quality like yourself ever 'needs' the makeover. When Barbara Streisand had her makeover in "The Mirror has Two Faces", I thought that was a cop-out. Jeff Bridges was supposed to fall for the woman she already was."

OMG! How cute is he?!?!?!?!?

I just wanna be like my great aunt Ida (I don't have a great aunt named Ida...I do have one called Aunt Bean, but that just doesn't have the same...punch...as Aunt Ida) and pinch his cheeks and clasp his head to my bosom until he can't breathe any more. He's just that cute.

Second...I'm gonna post date the next several posts.

For a couple of reasons.

The main one being that the subject matter needs several posts to capture it in its entirety. It includes lots of water, several miracles and recovery. And, if you're lucky, pictures.

The other reason being that it's a holiday. I'll be working tomorrow but not Saturday, Sunday or Monday.

Later,

Indelible Creations

Y'all...this is the most awesome person on the face of the earth (at least for this week).

She's the genius behind my makeover.

Aren't I beautiful?

Nod your heads and say "yes, Mama Dawg, you're beautiful" (especially you Trooper Thorn and Lula!).

Say "yes, Mama Dawg, you're the most brilliant person EVER!".

Quit laughing. I thought I'd give it a try.

If you're looking to get all prettified like me, go on over to Indelible Creations and tell her Mama Dawg said "Hi!".

It won't get you anything, but it'd be cool...cause it't make me look like I have lots of bloggie friends.

Later,

Award Lovin'...I Has It

I feel like the most popular girl in school...and for a good reason, not the bad one....that I was known for...just kidding.....maybe....yeah, just kidding.

(btw...I know that's not correct grammar up top in my title...if you're a cheezburger or hot dog fan, you'll get that...if not...too bad)

Anyhoo, Katie from Katie Says presented me with this lovely award. It made my day, I tell ya.





But, I feel really, really bad.

See, she presented this to me last week.

And I failed to get this out in a timely fashion.

*hangs head with shame*

I'm really good about getting these up. Usually 'cause I'm so stoked. Just ask LiteralDan. He knows how fast I like to get my awards up.

Katie, forgive me please.

With this awesome award comes some responsibilities.

Here they are:

1. The winner can put the logo on their blog.
2. Link the person you received the award from.
3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs.
4. Put links of those blogs on yours.
5. Leave a message on the blogs you have nominated.


However, you guys all know I'm a rule breaker.

Plus, like the same 7 people would get this award.

So, instead, if you're one of my regular readers, feel free to snatch the award right of my page.

Go ahead, I dare ya!

Later,

Tagged

I was tagged by Swirl Girl! Hi, Swirl Girl! How ya' doin'? Is your Saturday going good? Yeah? Good to hear it. Mine's good so far. Of course, it's really Thursday, but I'm using my ESPN to predict that my Saturday's going good. I know that I've eaten something and gone to the bathroom and made something while sitting at the dining room table and....

What? That's not what I'm supposed to be writing about?

Oh, yeah.

I'm supposed to tell you six unspectacular quirks of mine.

So, here we go:


1. I always have to wear 8-9 bracelets on my right arm with all of them being different with the exception of two tribal bracelets I got at Disney’s Animal Kingdom in a shop in the Africa section.

2. I wear mostly silver jewelry. Cause I think gold makes me look ghetto. And not ghetto fabulous, just plain ghetto.

3. When I was real young (7 or 8), my mom got me to stop biting my nails by telling me she’s let me grow them out as long as I wanted to. Big mistake. I looked like Dolly Parton at age 8 (minus the boobs).

4. I get bored so easy. I have to have something occupying my mind at all times. I can’t just sit and meditate or chill out. I have to be reading, making my cords/jewelry/key chains, watching T.V., playing a game, something.

5. The only lotion that works for me is Johnson and Johnson’s Baby Lotion. It’s the only lotion that doesn’t dry out my hands or leaves a greasy residue. So, my hands always smell like a baby’s butt. Well, at least, a clean one.

6. I hate melons. Nope, not boobies. I love them. I’m talking about watermelon, cantaloupe, honeydew, etc….I will gag at the smell. Sucks to live in Mississippi in the summer.

So......now I'm supposed to tell you the rules:

Rules of the game:

1. Link the person who tagged you (yep)

2. Mention the rules on your blog (umm....that's what I'm doing)

3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours (did you not see the whole post above this?)

4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them & leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they have been tagged.

You know what? I think we're gonna skip #4. Cause I just don't feel like doing that whole linky thing. It makes my hand hurt.

If you wanna steal borrow this from me, feel free. It's not mine to start with.

Happy Saturday!

Later,