This weekend Randy took Super Z and Ty camping. They rode bikes, rode four wheelers, and slept in the woods. If the amount of fun that they had can be measured by the amount of dirt that was on Super Z when he got home Sunday, well then they had a blast. Apparently Father/son bonding is a really dirty business.
When I asked Z what his favorite part of the trip was, he said, " Burning doughnuts."
Uh...what? After a few minutes of questioning it was determined that Burning Doughnuts = Roasting marshmallows. Ahh..that makes much more sense. He was also pretty excited about spending time alone with just his Dad and brother. When I mentioned that maybe one day Princess H and I would go camping with them he scoffed at the idea.
"I don't think so, Mom. I don't think girls would like camping.," he explained over the phone when they were on their way back from Alabama.
This gave me yet another opportunity to explain to him that girls can like anything that boys like and vise versa. I could almost hear those little four year old blue eyes rolling in his head when he sighed, " Okayyy, Mom."
The boys weren't the only ones enjoying some stereotypical bonding time. Princess H and I spent all day Saturday shopping and getting ready for her birthday party. We had a lovely day. The only time she even came close to acting up was when I refused to let her wear her brand new patent leather dress shoes with her blue jeans. After some reasoning (distraction) I was able to convince her that it wasn't really a good look.
I took my time shopping and just enjoyed spending the day with my daughter. We didn't rush anything. She is a lovely little thing. She squeals, " Purty!" at everything she sees on the shelves and insists on telling every single person that she sees, " Hey! Hello!" She also likes to say, "Help me!" a lot. I learned that "Help me!" means that she wants me to help her out of the buggy or stroller so that she can walk around for a few minutes. She never ran away, she just walked beside me, holding my hand. After a bit she would be ready to get back in.
I have to admit, I really enjoyed being her favorite person in the world that day. She is usually Daddy's girl. I get affection, but not a whole days worth. It was wonderful.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Fun Monday
Pamela from The Dust Will Wait is hosting Fun Monday this week. Her assignment was:
I want to see what you see on any given morning this week; from somewhere very near where you live. Front porch, back porch, down the street, around the corner. Just makes sure it's your neighborhood. Post a photo that will send me to the travel agent to book a weekend at your local Bed & Breakfast.
Well, I didn't read the assignment until last night, so I only had this morning to take the pictures. I grabbed my camera as I ran out the door (late of course) to take Super Z to school and head to work. What you see here are two shots of things that I see between home and Z's school. One is a great view of our non fall trees. No fall here in Mississippi. The second is the view of my rear view mirror, you can see a cute little hand wind surfing behind me. I did not take any pictures on the interstate or downtown, so you don't get to see the school to work part of my journey. I am sorry! I value my life and those places are crazy in the mornings. The last picture is the morning view from my office. Happy Monday!
I want to see what you see on any given morning this week; from somewhere very near where you live. Front porch, back porch, down the street, around the corner. Just makes sure it's your neighborhood. Post a photo that will send me to the travel agent to book a weekend at your local Bed & Breakfast.
Well, I didn't read the assignment until last night, so I only had this morning to take the pictures. I grabbed my camera as I ran out the door (late of course) to take Super Z to school and head to work. What you see here are two shots of things that I see between home and Z's school. One is a great view of our non fall trees. No fall here in Mississippi. The second is the view of my rear view mirror, you can see a cute little hand wind surfing behind me. I did not take any pictures on the interstate or downtown, so you don't get to see the school to work part of my journey. I am sorry! I value my life and those places are crazy in the mornings. The last picture is the morning view from my office. Happy Monday!
Sunday, October 7, 2007
My Desktop Revealed
So one of the coolest people ever, the delightful Blue Momma of the Fishbowl, has tagged me to reveal the monstrosity that is my desktop. 
This is a pretty cheesy picture of the oh so sexy Spike that I found on the Internet. This is mostly my desktop because Randy kept putting Dr. Who pictures on here and I was sick of it. I thought he would see this and get the point. Instead he put a 22 year old Angelina Jolie in a bikini as his desk top on the new computer. I am still trying to figure out what the appropriate come back would be. Maybe shirtless Brad Pitt from Fight Club? Maybe so. There are definitely some buttons on here that I don't use. The two that are used most frequently are the Explorer Button and the City of Heroes button. That is right, I forgot to tell you guys that my alter ego is a three eyed blue elf on City of Heroes named Zillinia. I am layered folks, like an ogre.
I have to tag five people to share their naked souls, I mean desk tops with the world. Those people are ...drum roll please...
So if you were tagged, the instructions are below. I hope you enjoy getting your computer all naked for us. If you are too shy...or too busy...or have to many other posts to do...or just hate being tagged...or hate me...whatever , I understand. Just know, I tag with love.
My Desktop Free View Instructions:
A. Upon receiving this tag, immediately perform a screen capture of your desktop. It is best that no icons be deleted before the screen capture so as to add to the element of fun. You can do a screen capture by:
[1] Going to your desktop and pressing the Print Scrn key (located on the right side of the F12 key).
[2] Open a graphics program (like Picture Manager, Paint, or Photoshop) and do a Paste (CTRL + V).
[3] If you wish, you can “edit” the image, before saving it.
B. Post the picture in your blog. You can also give a short explanation on the look of your desktop just below it if you want. You can explain why you preferred such look or why is it full of icons. Things like that.
C. Tag five of your friends and ask them to give you a Free View of their desktop as well.
A. Upon receiving this tag, immediately perform a screen capture of your desktop. It is best that no icons be deleted before the screen capture so as to add to the element of fun. You can do a screen capture by:
[1] Going to your desktop and pressing the Print Scrn key (located on the right side of the F12 key).
[2] Open a graphics program (like Picture Manager, Paint, or Photoshop) and do a Paste (CTRL + V).
[3] If you wish, you can “edit” the image, before saving it.
B. Post the picture in your blog. You can also give a short explanation on the look of your desktop just below it if you want. You can explain why you preferred such look or why is it full of icons. Things like that.
C. Tag five of your friends and ask them to give you a Free View of their desktop as well.
In 10 Words or Less
I have received three awards in my short blog life. I have received the Nice Matters Award three times, the Egel Nest Award, and The I'm Fabulous Award. I am starting to think that I look like an ungrateful witch because I haven't done a post about these yet. I want those of you who gave me these to know that I am not really evil. I am just a procrastinator. And I tend to agonize over decisions for way to long. I am trying to make sure that I pass each award on to the right blogger, as a result, I think I am taking way too much time to get on with it already. I am proud to announce that that post will be ready by tomorrow! So come by tomorrow night to see who the lucky recipients are.
My friend Cat at Soulsurvive has tagged me with a lovely new Meme. This is the stuff of genius. She created this meme, so I guess that means that she is a genius.
Basically you have to answer the given questions in 10 words or less.
My friend Cat at Soulsurvive has tagged me with a lovely new Meme. This is the stuff of genius. She created this meme, so I guess that means that she is a genius.
Basically you have to answer the given questions in 10 words or less.
- What is your idea of perfect happiness? To laugh with those that I love.
- What is your greatest fear? Something bad happening to my family.
- Which historical figure do you most identify with? Tough question. I love European history, so I'll say Elizabeth.
- Which living person do you most admire? Easy, my Grandmother.
- What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? My great love of food.
- What is the trait you most deplore in others? Let's start with stupidity, close-mindedness, nosiness, and selfishness.
- What is your greatest extravagance? My $50 birthday shoes.
- What is your favorite journey? The journey home.
- On what occasion do you lie? Maybe to spare someone's feelings. I usually don't lie.
- What do you dislike most about your appearance? It is a toss up between my nose and my weight.
- Which words or phrases do you most overuse? "What the crap!?!" and "Of course you do."
- What is your greatest regret? That Randy's Grandma never got to meet the kids.
- What or who is the greatest love of your life? The man who snores and the kids who yell.
- When and where were you happiest? Everyday since May 10, 1998. Everywhere that I have been with him.
- Which talent would you most like to have? Painting: A talent that I don't have, but would like.
- If you could change one thing about your family, what would it be? We would live closer to each other.\
- What do you consider your greatest achievement? Two stubborn , creative geniuses that came from my womb.
- If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be? A member of my family.
- If you could choose what/who to come back as, what would it be? I am going to have to stick with a member of my family.
- What is your most treasured possession? My pillow, I have had it for twenty years.
- What is your favorite occupation? Reading.
- What is your most marked characteristic? Either my height, my curly hair, or my pointy nose.
- What is the quality that you most like in a man? Honesty and devotion.
- What is the quality that you most like in a woman? Honesty and devotion.
- What do you most value in your friends? Honesty and devotion.
- Who are your heroes in real life? All of the women in my family.
- What is it that you most dislike? Rats, mice, beavers, birds, raccoons, frogs, chipmunks, opossums, and Guinea pigs.
- How would you like to die? Loved.
- What is your motto? Oh yeah, I can do that.
I am going to tag:
Just keep the answers short and sweet.Remember, less than ten words. It is okay if you don't get around to this right away. Just let me know when you do. Have a great weekend.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Haiku Friday
My Friends
Your head is thrown back,
you laugh so loud that the birds
have to stop and look.
***
A sensitive soul
is a rare find in this world.
The treasure of you.
***
Up until midnight,
we shared all of our dreams.
Goodnight and goodnight.
***
Am I your best friend?
Am I really your best friend?
Z, you are the stars.
***
I have a compass,
in the eyes of my sister.
Home is always there.
***
What are you cooking?
Inspiration through the phone.
My Mama and friend.
***
Do you remember?
Everything that we did?
You were always there.
***
Girl, let me tell you...
you understand me so well.
A destined friendship.
***
My only guy friend,
and no he's not my husband.
Logic and humor.
***
I wish we had time,
like we did back in the day
to just sit and laugh.
***
The friends that I have,
those from now and from the past,
own pieces of me.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Thursday Thirteen
The subject of my Thursday Thirteen this week is near and dear to my heart. I love movies. I especially love movies that are so good that I can watch them 800 more times and still love them. I adore watching a movie that I love with someone that has never seen it before. I swear watching their reactions makes the movie new to me again. I have forced many people to watch many movies throughout the years, all so that I could feel the rush of first time viewing again. I admit it, I used those people up ( and will continue to do so at every opportunity). Would you like to come over and watch one of my favorite movies that you've never seen? I would be glad to use you up too. I give you 13 movies that have been my favorite movie at some point in my life ( I am fickle, I like to change my favorites up on a pretty regular basis.) I have also gone the extra mile of including how old I was when each movie was my favorite. You may notice that Leo and Brad Pitt are in a lot of these movies, it means nothing. I would never have liked a movie just because a hot guy was in it... Well, there was Rudy in Monster Squad. I did love him...
Thirteen Movies That Have Been My Favorites
- Goonies (9)
- Stand By Me (10)
- The Monster Squad (11)
- Young Guns (12)
- Heathers (13)
- The Thing Called Love (17)
- The Basketball Diaries (18)
- Legends of the Fall (19)
- Sleepers (20)
- Titanic (21)
- Fight Club (23)
- Walk The Line (29)
- The Departed (30)
The Imaginary Boy
If you are looking for Wordless Wednesday, it is down there V . Just scroll down. If you are in shock that I am doing a real post, just breathe deeply. It will pass. There seems to be Meme fever going around these days. I am not sure that it has passed, but I figured that I would sneak in a real one while I had the chance.
My favorite thing about Super Z is his imagination. He is a different super hero or creature everyday of the week. Last night he was Sponge Bob and I was Mr. Crab. This had its benefits. Sponge Bob apparently likes to do what Mr. Crab tells him, even eat his dinner!! All I had to say was, "Sponge Bob, you better eat those crabby patties." (Which he told me to say, because he is a bossy pants just like I... I mean Randy probably was when he was a kid.) And wham, the food was eaten, just like that. I wish that Super Z and I had the same relationship as Sponge Bob and Mr. Crab.
Some days he is a rock, and he will just lie there, or a cat who prowls the room meowing and wanting to eat his food straight out of a bowl. Super hero days are usually loud and chaotic, as he will zoom back and forth in reckless abandon knocking everything in his path flying ( Oh! Princess H!).
There are only those precious moments when he is actually Super Z. On those days, he is a a 4 year old boy who is the size of a typical 3 year old, who talks more than any person on the planet. He is a boy who can ride his bike without training wheels and make it all the way down the driveway on a real skateboard ( be still my worried heart). He is a drama queen, who is equally comfortable storing spiders in his pocket and crying for an hour because a moth touched his arm. He is the protector of his sister, the worshipper of his older brother, and the King of his mama's heart.
On the days that he is Super Z, he is still in active imagination mode. On those days, he is constantly accompanied by Little Z. Little Z has lived with us for two years now. He has the same name as Super Z , only with Little in front of it. He is small enough to fit in Z's pocket, and yet strong enough to cause massive amounts of damage. He lives on our porch with his parents, Little Mom and Little Dad. I think that Little Z may have a Little H, but I am not sure.
Little Z is the creator of much strife. Since Super Z was two years old, Little Z has been telling him when not to eat, when to hide food under his bed, when to not play with his sister, and when to just be an all around terror. The bad part is that Super Z listens to Little Z the same way that Sponge Bob listens to Mr. Crab. Super Z never stops to think about the consequences when Little Z tells him to do or not do something. Why should he? I mean all he has to do is blame Little Z, right? I can't tell you how much trouble that blasted Little Z has gotten my baby in. But, he showing no sign of moving on. I love the imagination, but I could do without the imaginary friend.
Maybe if he was a little better behaved it would be a different story. I don't mind his family living on the porch. I have had no trouble out of Little Mom or Little Dad. Little Dad hasn't started leaving wet towels all over the porch yet. I haven't even heard Little H crying in the middle of the night ( she may have been drowned out by Big H.) I just wish they would get that Little Z under control, for surely it can't be my baby causing all the trouble. Surely not.
My favorite thing about Super Z is his imagination. He is a different super hero or creature everyday of the week. Last night he was Sponge Bob and I was Mr. Crab. This had its benefits. Sponge Bob apparently likes to do what Mr. Crab tells him, even eat his dinner!! All I had to say was, "Sponge Bob, you better eat those crabby patties." (Which he told me to say, because he is a bossy pants just like I... I mean Randy probably was when he was a kid.) And wham, the food was eaten, just like that. I wish that Super Z and I had the same relationship as Sponge Bob and Mr. Crab.
Some days he is a rock, and he will just lie there, or a cat who prowls the room meowing and wanting to eat his food straight out of a bowl. Super hero days are usually loud and chaotic, as he will zoom back and forth in reckless abandon knocking everything in his path flying ( Oh! Princess H!).
There are only those precious moments when he is actually Super Z. On those days, he is a a 4 year old boy who is the size of a typical 3 year old, who talks more than any person on the planet. He is a boy who can ride his bike without training wheels and make it all the way down the driveway on a real skateboard ( be still my worried heart). He is a drama queen, who is equally comfortable storing spiders in his pocket and crying for an hour because a moth touched his arm. He is the protector of his sister, the worshipper of his older brother, and the King of his mama's heart.
On the days that he is Super Z, he is still in active imagination mode. On those days, he is constantly accompanied by Little Z. Little Z has lived with us for two years now. He has the same name as Super Z , only with Little in front of it. He is small enough to fit in Z's pocket, and yet strong enough to cause massive amounts of damage. He lives on our porch with his parents, Little Mom and Little Dad. I think that Little Z may have a Little H, but I am not sure.
Little Z is the creator of much strife. Since Super Z was two years old, Little Z has been telling him when not to eat, when to hide food under his bed, when to not play with his sister, and when to just be an all around terror. The bad part is that Super Z listens to Little Z the same way that Sponge Bob listens to Mr. Crab. Super Z never stops to think about the consequences when Little Z tells him to do or not do something. Why should he? I mean all he has to do is blame Little Z, right? I can't tell you how much trouble that blasted Little Z has gotten my baby in. But, he showing no sign of moving on. I love the imagination, but I could do without the imaginary friend.
Maybe if he was a little better behaved it would be a different story. I don't mind his family living on the porch. I have had no trouble out of Little Mom or Little Dad. Little Dad hasn't started leaving wet towels all over the porch yet. I haven't even heard Little H crying in the middle of the night ( she may have been drowned out by Big H.) I just wish they would get that Little Z under control, for surely it can't be my baby causing all the trouble. Surely not.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Crazy Name Meme
The Kelson Crew made my day by tagging me with this cute little meme. The most impressive part of this meme to me is that I get to share my many aliases with the world. From now on, when you hear about the notorious gangsta Neapolitan Oreo getting busy with a male stripper on a table in New York, you'll know that it was me. And thanks to this post, you'll probably even know which shoes I was wearing.
1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet, current car)
Puppup Accord - That's right, baby. Puppup Accord is rocking the house tonight!
2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (favorite ice cream, favorite cookie)
Neapolitan Oreo - Who just happens to enjoy getting busy with male strippers who look like Nick Lachey.
3. YOUR FLY “GUY/GIRL” NAME: (first initial first name, first 3 letters last name)
SBla - What the crap is that supposed to be?
4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Blue Human - Hehe
5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Hope Natchez - Oh, a soap opera star named Hope! How original. I was born to be ion the soaps.
6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters last name, first 2 letters first name)
BlaSe - That is pronounced blaze, as in blaze of glory. And I am a bad ass from a galaxy far far away.
7. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink and add” the”)
The Black Diet Pepsi - Evil Coca-Cola fans flee from the very mention of my name.
8. NASCAR NAME: (first names of your grandfathers)
Russell Lamar - I like this one. It does sound like a Nascar name, doesn't it?
9. STRIPPER NAME: (favorite perfume, favorite candy)
Oscar Whatchamacallit - Oh Lord, I am rolling here. Obviously I need to become a stripper and use this name. With a great stripper name like this? It has to be a sign.
10. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s and father’s middle names)
Pearl My Momma Doesn't Have a Middle Name - Very sly. I would never be found.
This was great fun. I am almost peeing on myself here. So now, I tag three people who know how to bring on the fun...
Blue Momma, The Life of the Fishbowl, herself
Heather, The Mighty Queen of Shake Shake
Another Fun Lady, The one and only Anglophile Football Fanatic
Monday, October 1, 2007
Even More About Me Meme!
So I have been tagged by a brainy lass,who goes by the name Anglophile Football Fanatic, to tell you five interesting factoids about myself that you don't know, yet. This is getting a little tough. I mean, come on! I shared my hundred things, I have done two interviews, and I have babbled on an on for pretty much two months straight now. Surely I have shared all of my interesting facts, no?
"NO WAY!!," as Princess H would say. The interesting factoids about me just go on and on. My coolness factor is infinite, just ask...me.
So basically, I tied Randy to a chair and forced him to help me come up with odd/interesting things about myself, that I couldn't think of on my own. Don't get me wrong, I came up with most of them. I am the brains of this outfit, after all. He just helped to point me in the right direction...my soul mate...my compass.
"NO WAY!!," as Princess H would say. The interesting factoids about me just go on and on. My coolness factor is infinite, just ask...me.
So basically, I tied Randy to a chair and forced him to help me come up with odd/interesting things about myself, that I couldn't think of on my own. Don't get me wrong, I came up with most of them. I am the brains of this outfit, after all. He just helped to point me in the right direction...my soul mate...my compass.
- I am an obsessive counter. I know how many ceiling tiles are in any room that I spend more than ten minutes in. I count patterns on walls, words that I type, yellow lines as I drive down the road, seconds that a kiss lasts, and so forth and so on. It isn't that I am actually thinking about the counting, it is just something that goes on in the back of my mind. It is the backdrop to my regular thinking, if you will. If this some kind of condition? Have any of you heard of this? Should I be worried?
- I eat one thing at a time, when I eat. Wild huh? I don't just shove it all in at once. Haha. let me clarify, I eat one food at a time. Say there is corn, turkey, and dressing on my plate; I will eat the corn first, as I like it the least. When the corn is gone, I will it the turkey. When the turkey is gone, I will eat my favorite, the dressing. It goes like that at every meal. One food at a time, in order from worst to best.
- I absolutely hate the feeling of dirt or dust on my body. I cannot stand to even walk barefoot on dirt. Just the thought of mud under my fingernails makes me want to die. I am not sure what caused this. Just know, dirt on my skin gives me the heebee-geebees BIG TIME!! This is probably the reason that I am not much of a gardener...
- I took the ACT test as part of an honors program when I was in the 7th grade. I made a 22. I was all excited, " So I can go to college, right, Mom?!? You only have to have an 18 to get into college!" Uh, no, I got to go to the eighth grade. Sadly I only gained 8 points in the years between the 7th and the 11th grade. If only I would have studied more!! My poor 7th grade potential was wasted.
- I am a finely tuned reader of people. I call it feeling vibes, because I am hippie like that. I can walk into a house and tell you the mood of everybody there in less than a minute. This is not really a blessing. It makes it impossible for me to ignore the fact that people are angry or upset. I am forced to fret and worry about it, even though I know that in most cases there is absolutely nothing that i can do about it.
So, I hope you guys found that remotely interesting. Now for the fun part! I get to tag seven people. Here are the chosen few:
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