Look What Catie Sent Me

My Sweetheart Box finally came! My partner was Catie http://catieanscorner.blogspot.com/ She mailed it in plenty of time to get here by Valentine's Day, but I think it went around the world a couple of times before it made it to my house on Wednesday! Just look at the box:

There was sparkly stuffPretty Stuff:

Strange Stuff:
Practical Stuff:And FAVORITE Stuff:

I love Bingo! Thanks Catie!

Auf Wiedersehen Pink Razor

It has happened. The thing at the top of my totally gross list has occurred. I have heard stories of it happening to other people and it sickened me to hear about it-now I am a victim.

I was sitting at the kitchen table last night talking with a friend. My youngest son comes into the kitchen with a sad face, wet shirt and DRIPPING WET phone. (Can you guess where I am going with this?) He handed me the dripping wet phone and said "I'm sorry Mama, I dropped your phone in the TOILET!" Oh. My. It's really not that he dropped the phone in the toilet, I would have been fine with flushing it down or waiting till my husband got home to get it out. The big icky deal is that HE STUCK HIS LITTLE HAND IN THERE TO GET IT OUT-HE THEN HANDED IT TO ME WITH NO WARNING WHATSOEVER AS TO WHERE IT HAD BEEN!!!!! It seems my children do not share with me the phobia of toilets and such. I immediately felt myself start to gag. My friend knowing my hang ups with toilets quickly snatched it away from me and began taking it apart and trying to dry it out-with her BARE HANDS. OMG! She took it apart on my KITCHEN TABLE! I don't know what she was thinking-like I would ever put that thing near my face again. I have called AT&T and a replacement is on its way. The phone has been bagged up to send back and the kid as well as the kitchen table has been disinfected!

Auf Wiedersehen Pink Razor, it's been a good run. Silver is on her way-let's hope this event is NEVER repeated!

The Range and the '50's

For Christmas Santa brought the kids their own rifle. We took them to the gun range Saturday for a little practice. Only the boys went, the girl was playing with a friend-she doesn't know about the fun she missed!

The kids were excited about '50's night at church all week long. The boys were easy to dress, but I thought I would make a poodle skirt for the girl. She first had to look at 1950's fashions and decide for herself. She fell in love with the "wiggle" dresses, but being the mean mother that I am I said most certainly, NO! One needs boobs for those dresses. Boobs and a "wiggle" dress are just not appropriate for a 9 y/o. She decided a poodle skirt would be fine.Sophie didn't get to go to the party, she's just a ham! I think she may have been a little jealous of the poodle on her girl.

He really had a good time!

Party at My House!

I am having a party at my house tonight and look who's coming:And Him:

And these guys too:

She has been here all day helping me out with the party arrangements:The kids are excited-the party is about to begin~I need to let Martha know it's time for her to go or she'll be here all night . Wish me luck!

Happy Birthday Mom!

I am the worst daughter ever it seems. I forgot my Mom's birthday. Shame, shame, she knows my name! It's not that I forgot her birthday. I know full well that she was born Feb. 6, 19XX. I just really can't believe it's February already.

Mom, I am so glad that you are my Mother. We laugh and have fun and I know I can always count on you. You are the best ever Nana, too. You have always made me feel loved, smart, and appreciated. You have raised me to be strong-minded, independent and not afraid of the world. Thank You. I love you! Happy Birthday!

Julia-Take a Look At This

Look what I found~it's a 1960's version of Kim and Julia! She on the left in full makeup and curlers. Me on the right, no makeup and a crazy mom hairdo! I'm even givin' you the stink-eye back then!

Music

I have had several people ask me about the "shizophrenic" music on my player over there so I guess I should explain. I can't play an instrument or carry a tune to save my life, but like most people I love music-I usually have a song in my head that goes along with whatever is happening around me. I always kick my husband's butt when we play "guess the singer" while listening to the XM 70's channel. Some of the music on my blog list reminds me of old friends (Rosemarie-Happy Happy Joy Joy & Linus and Lucy), family (Grandparents/Mom-I Saw the Light, Spirit in the Sky), and childhood (Delta Dawn). Some of it my kids picked out for dancing before school in the a.m. (Cha-Cha Slide, Pirates Who Don't Do Anything, Hollaback girl {they like singing the word shit}, Let's Get Retarded, etc). I can't explain the rest of it except to say it makes me happy and is good housecleaning music. I will listen to just about anything-although I don't like rap (but I will confess that I know all the words to Rapper's Delight) and most country music just makes me pissy.
Now ya know.

Love, Janis

Last Saturday my Mom and I went to see the play Love, Janis. It was sooo good. My Mom just couldn't figure out why in the world all those old people were interested in the play. Old people she said. Old People. Old. People. The crowd was mostly people of her generation. HMM. Sorry Mother. It happens to the best of 'em. My mom is a very young looking 50-something though.

Janis Joplin was a drunk, drug addict, hyper sexual, bi-sexual. She probably could have benefitted from a little therapy, but she had a spark that couldn't be put out. It seems that often the people who are brave enough to put themselves out there to be looked at do have some major "flaws". I just wonder: if she would have been more "normal" would she have been able to do the things that she did.

Woohoo, I've Been Tagged

Well how fun is this? I've been tagged by Catie at http://catieanscorner.blogspot.com/
I am supposed to tell 5 things about myself.

1. I honestly don't like to be talked to much. I'm good for about 5 minutes then all I hear is blah, blah, blah and I start getting anxious. It's strange though because almost all of the friends I've ever had are big talkers.

2. I read 75 to 100 (at least) books a year-I'll read anything.

3. I hate bathrooms-they gross me out-especially public bathrooms (even the ones that seem clean enough). When my kids were potty training I should have been on meds because I think I may have made them a little freaky about bathrooms. My daughter wouldn't even use a public toilet and most of the time I wouldn't LET my sons-they could pee in the bushes somewhere.

4. I have a bachelors (history, geography) but would love to go back to school for something "artsy"-interior design, fashion, art, etc.

5. I LOVE a nap! I could take one everyday.