Monday, November 30, 2009

The Giving Spirit

I am sending a Christmas package to a soldier this year. I am having fun figuring out what to put in there. I have collected some good stuff so far and will get the rest this afternoon (as well as the box). The U.S. postal service has a special flat rate box for military packages that is 12" x 12" x 5" and costs $11.95 to ship. If you are interested in sending a Christmas gift box to a soldier, check out Gnightgirl's post here. She can supply you with a soldier's name and address. If you want to do this and can't act very fast, be sure to request a soldier that has an APO/FPO AE ZIP that starts with other than 093, as these zips must be mailed to by December 4th. All other zips can be mailed to by December 11th. I hope some of you can do this because I've really enjoyed researching ideas on the net and coming up with my own ideas. When I get everything together, I'll take pictures and do a post about that. I LOVE Christmas!

Thursday, November 26, 2009


My In-Laws decided we should all go around the table and say what we were thankful for and I was feeling nervous about it and when I'm nervous I get goofy (just like Chandler from "Friends"!) and everyone was saying " and friends..." and stuff and when it was my turn I said, "I'm thankful to live in a country where the transfer of power is done peaceably." It's an actual true sentiment, but all night since I've been home when I think about that, I crack up laughing. Hey, I'm goofy. It's what I do.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Howze I Beez

That picture from Topsail Island really fits my mood of late. I was trying to analyze it (my mood of late) and the best I could figure was that it was from the change in the weather. I'm not exactly sure that's what it is though. I tend to get very introspective when I go through my really feel good spells. Because, it would be nice to have them on demand in the future when I need them. The reality is that my cozy happy mood is probably some randomly generated chemical thing that I can never duplicate. Whatever it is, I'm enjoying it.
On the other hand, I am not enjoying the blogging community like I used to. Oh I still love reading the usual suspects - even though SOME OF YOU (yes, YOU!) do not post very often, but some of the blogs I used to read started to get on my nerves for one reason or another. There are only a handful of blogs I really enjoy. I'm not one of those bloggers that goes around leaving comments all over the place so that I'll get lots of comments. Maybe that's the way this game is supposed to be played, but I guess I didn't get a rule book.
I've always said that my main purpose for blogging was to keep a journal (I never kept a written one) and man has it really come in handy. It's so easy to look up dates of stuff and more importantly, when our computer died, I had all these pics on my blog that did not die with the computer.
I also get a big kick out of how many people I may have helped with little projects. According to my feedjit, I get hits every day on how to make hat stands and footstools. Man, the English are really interested in footstools! I also get lots of hits about the danger of touch control lamps and how to make a photo ribbon board. I don't get feedback from those people, but I hope I helped a lot of them. A part of me likes to think that people are making photo boards, rewiring their lamps, making hat stands and footstools just from what they read here. Hey! It's possible.
Anyway, I am really enjoying the cooler weather and not sweating. I'm already in the mood for Christmas and looking forward to everything about the rest of this year including my 9th wedding anniversary in one week. Wow! 9 years! That's big for me. And for the 3 or 4 Americans that read my blog - Happy Thanksgiving!

Monday, November 23, 2009

When It's Okay To Break A Promise

Dad in the N.C. National Guard
When I was a baby, Dad joined the North Carolina National Guard. I was too little to really miss him when he was in basic training although when I was a little older, I do remember him going away from time to time. He always brought back fun stuff like smoke bombs and cool food kits that had neat little tins of food and bubble gum. He also brought back all sorts of stories that he shared with us over the years as we became age appropriate.
One of the stories I will always remember was this one: After about two weeks of basic training, Dad noticed one of his fellow soldiers looking a little "green around the gills" as they say. Dad pulled him aside and asked him if he was okay. The man said, "I'll tell you something if you swear to never tell a soul." Dad vowed to keep the man's secret. The man then told Dad that he had not had a bowel movement since he had arrived because he could not bring himself to use the bathroom in front of other people. Dad wrestled with his conscience for just a very short while and then reported this to their drill sergeant. The man with the secret was taken immediately to the infirmary and Dad was told that he had saved the man's life.
I think that story is important because there are times when you have to break a promise or break your silence. Someone's life may depend on it.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Fred and I Are Annoyed

College basketball season started last week and I am thrilled and have seen my team play twice, but this post is not about that. During Tuesday's game, one of the announcers said something like, "Coach Deaks told Fred and I last week that....." What? Dude, You are an announcer on TV! Why? Why would you say that? I don't understand why people have such a hard time discerning the difference between "Fred and I" and "Fred and me." Even if you do not understand the concept of subjects and objects in a sentence just remove "Fred and" from the sentence and see how it sounds. "Coach Deaks told I last week?" No he DIDN'T. And if you were thinking of saying "Fred and me talked to Coach Deaks" and you remove "Fred and" you are left with "Me talked to coach Deaks." Uhm, nope. Not unless you are two years old. Or a baby cartoon character or something. Me say NO!
I'm not a prickly stickler about everything grammar. If I were watching a movie and an old cowboy said, "Me and Clem's going to go look at that old barn." Well, I would have no problem with that. I'm also very lenient with bloggers if they write as if they were speaking casually. If someone is a casual "speaking" blogger and writes "Me and Fred had a blast Friday night!" I'm okay with that. But that TV announcer, he should be held to a higher standard.
Speaking of the internet, it's getting worse and worse. After years of cringing through all the "your"/"you're" mishaps, yesterday I saw a comment somewhere with "there" used TWICE in the same sentence instead of the correct "They're." It read something like "There always doing that on reality shows and there getting away with it." Little tiny sparks in my brain exploded all over the place. Why?!!? Why can't people get these simple things right?
I guess I need to stop thinking about it, but seriously, the sports announcer? I hope his producer or agent or mom or someone told him not to do that again.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Dog Memory

I was behind this dog at a stoplight the other day. I took several pictures and was wondering what he was looking at so intently. Then I realized he was looking at that field that usually has cows. I didn't see any cows that day but couldn't help but wonder if the dog also remembered there were usually cows there and maybe he was wondering where they were. Would a dog remember something like that? He looks pretty smart.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

More Man Shoes + The Weekend = Post

A year and a half ago I got tired of tight pinchy women's shoes and bought man shoes. On Wednesday I went shopping for new tennis shoes and after trying on a few pairs, I kept thinking, "What happened to the old days when new tennis shoes felt like a foot massage?" Then I was reminiscing about my teen years when I only bought guy tennis shoes and how comfy they were. Then I got my butt up and crossed the store to the men's section. I tried on these Nike Air Monarchs:
They were delicious to my feet! I didn't actually get to wear them until Saturday night and AHHHHH! It really felt like a foot massage. The cold front finally came through today so I should get to wear them more often now (I've been wearing my brown Man Sandals since I got back from New Orleans).
Speaking of weather, it has been so nice out since I got back that I have been sitting outside almost every single day and that worked out for the best because on Saturday I did a yard sale with my in-laws at their house. It was warm and sunny and we sat outside in the sun for 6 hours. I think I would have gotten a sunburn if I had not been getting sun all this time. When I ran down to Carole's house afterwards with all my sun and windblown hair, I looked like I had spent the day at the beach.
The yard sale was not very productive, although I did sell the big Christmas tree. On the drive home we decided that although we did not sell much, it had been a really good day. We never spend that much time with "the folks." My Sweetie's sister, husband and my littlest nephew (the one I babysat in 2007) stopped by and I got a great picture of Little AJ with his freshly won soccer trophy:

I also got a bag full of Little AJ's baby clothes for Carole's new grandson, some Christmas latch hook rug sets and a jig saw from my in-laws. They wouldn't let me buy anything. I've always wanted a jig saw. Now I want to cut something.
A little after we got home and unloaded all the stuff we didn't sell, we went to dinner at Razzoo's. It was great to hear Cajun music again! A few months ago I started taking a picture to send to Lo every time I left shrimp on a plate, so of course I got one there:

It's a running joke, because she NEVER leaves a shrimp. On her plate or anyone else's. That girl can eat some shrimp.
Today I had a nice lazy day. We watched the new "The Prisoner" on AMC and I like it. We own the original series. Now I think I'm going to take a long warm cozy shower and then come back and read some blogs.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Home Invasion

I just discovered this little guy in our library window. I wonder if he is big enough to eat the wasps that show up in the house this time of year?

My Mammogram P.S.A.

In the 5 or so years that I have been part of the blogging community, I have never had anything good to say about mammograms and have left comments all over the place about how horrible my experience was. And while that first mammogram in 2001 was truly a horrible experience, I wish to issue a personal retraction of those statements. Last Thursday, because of a dream I had this summer, I had my second mammogram and it was nothing. My only injury was to the left side of my neck caused by my nervous tension. Apparently my first mammogram was done by someone who was either a sadist or a poorly trained technician because the lady that performed this recent mammogram was very nice and gentle and did not cause me any pain whatsoever. I wholeheartedly regret if any of my previous statements have caused someone to not get a mammogram and I encourage all women to get their regular mammograms. Okay. I feel better now. All over. And my mammogram was clear.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Terrible Food Pun Tuesday

After reading Big Brother's blog the other day, I was infected with pun fever. And then last night I made cheesey mashed potatoes. I called them "The Muenster Mash."

Monday, November 09, 2009

Finally With The Haircut

Last February, I did a post about my dream haircut, which was this:
Of course I couldn't get it because my hair always has to be long enough to wear up in the summer or I will burst into flames and die of heatstroke. And then I couldn't get my hair cut before Halloween because I had to have hair to attach my "pigtails" to. And I even had some good hair days right at the end. This picture was taken last Sunday, the 1st of November:
But I already had my appointment set for less than 48 hours after my return from New Orleans. And I was SO glad, because my hair was so thick and heavy and almost impossible to comb out after a shower. But on Wednesday, I finally got my dream haircut:


Friday, November 06, 2009

Halloween On Bourbon Street WITH.....

Our Doppelgangers: The other Dorothy was wearing red converse tennis shoes with sequin bows. My poor aching feet in their gorgeous ruby slippers were very jealous.
A Witch: Although I love my "scared" pose, this picture makes me look 8 months pregnant.

A Male Scarecrow: This dude was so mellow and passive, we probably could have taken him somewhere and made him wash dishes.

A Female Scarecrow: I thought she looked kinda creepy.
A Man Dorothy: This guy was hilarious. I don't think he ever said anything, he just kept laughing. Maybe he didn't speak English.

Riff Raff and Magenta from The Rocky Horror Picture Show: I screeched with joy when I saw them and they seemed really happy that I knew who they were. I told her I was Magenta 30 years ago exactly.

And we got to be witnesses at a bizarroid Zombie Wedding. It was an accident.

I really loved this one of us because the fountain in the background looks like the wand has magic sprinkles around it. I hope you liked the pics. They were awesome fun to make.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Halloween on Bourbon Street

Lo's Mom sent me a Toto basket which was really sweet, but I did not take him out on the street with me. We had a great time! My feet are so sore from walking non-stop over 3 days that I sat on the couch all day at home on Tuesday and it was wonderful.
I also discovered what it must be like to be a Big Movie Star/Celebrity because about 500 people took photos of us. One time people were lined up with cameras and it was hard to know where to look. It was crazy fun. People also threw us lots of beads, but I kept mine in the pocket of my shorts (under the dress). I wore a few at first, but decided it was a little unDorothy-like.
(I'll have more stories later, but I haven't even downloaded my photos yet. These are from Lo's camera.)
Also, the weather was even better than predicted, so that was a double bonus. And I had lots of delicious cajun food. I certainly want to do this again next year, but I wll have to pick a costume with comfortable shoes. I think I'll be the flying monkey.