I am freaking tired today. What I am reminding myself, however, is that I can leave at 3:15 and go home and (hopefully) forget about this place until Monday. What stresses me out STILL is that I need to do laundry, clean my house, go grocery shopping, and spend some time with my parents. It never ends.
What? That doesn’t sound too bad, eh? No, it’s not really that bad. My Jen and I had a nice philosophical-type conversation this week and tried to focus on all the blessings that we have in life (even though we were more inclined to fuss about all the stresses of life.) Yes, I have to do laundry… that means I have clothes to wear and a washer in which to wash said clothes. Yes, I feel the need to spend time with my parents… that means I have parents who are still alive and healthy, and with whom I have a great relationship. Yes, I must grocery shop… thankfully I have some money with which to buy some groceries. Yes, I’ll have to go back to work before I know it… that means I am fortunate to have a job.
So today, I’ll try and be more positive. And instead of listing all the things I wish I had, I’ll make a list of all the things that I am blessed with: faith, family and friends will be at the top of said list.
Grace and Peace to you…
Steph (moodyhomecooking)
Friday, February 29, 2008
Furry Fridays
From my good friend Steph and her cat Smokey Joe:
Smokey Joe had an issue at Christmas: he thought the tree was an appropriate place for him to rest. It’s not. But he didn’t understand that, so I ended up taking the tree down mid-December. Now he has a cat climbing post, which is not nearly as fun or challenging… but hey, sometimes life sucks like that.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Now, Y'all Know I Couldn't Resist
Southern women donated graciously from a dear friend of mine...
Southern women appreciate their natural assets:
Clean skin.
A winning smile.
That unforgettable Southern drawl.
Southern women know their manners:
"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes, sir."
"Why, no, Billy!"
Southern women have a distinct way with fond expressions :
"Y'all come back!"
"Well, bless your heart."
"Drop by when you can."
"How's your Momma?"
Southern women know their summer weather report:
HumidityHumidityHumidity
Southern women know their vacation spots:
The beach
The rivuh
The crick
Southern women know the joys of June, July, and August:
Colorful hi-heel sandals
Strapless sun dresses
Iced sweet tea with mint
Straw hats and big sunglasses
Southern women know everybody's first name:
Honey
Darlin'
Shugah
Southern women know the movies that speak to their hearts:
Fried Green Tomatoes
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
Steel Magnolias
Gone With The Wind
Southern women know their religions:
Baptist
Methodist
Football
Southern women know their country breakfasts:
Red-eye gravy
GritsEggs
Country ham
Mouth-watering homemade biscuits with momma's homemade jelly
Southern women know their cities dripping with Southern charm:
Chawl'stn
S'vanah
Foat Wuth
N'awlins
Addlanna
Southern women know their elegant gentlemen:
Men in uniform.
Men in tuxedos
Rhett Butler
Southern girls know their prime real estate:
The Mall
The Country Club
The Beauty Salon
Southern girls know the 3 deadly sins:
Having bad hair and nails
Having bad manners
Cooking bad food
More Suthen-ism's:
Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit , and that you don't "HAVE" them, you "PITCH" them.
Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip greens, peas, beans, etc., make up "a mess."
Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of "yonder."
Only a Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is, . as in: "Going to town, be back directly."
Even Southern babies know that "Gimme some sugar" is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.
All Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.
Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold potato salad. If the neighbor's trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin!
Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between "right near" and "a right far piece." They also know that "just down the road" can be 1 mile or 20
Only a Southerner, both knows and understands, the difference between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and po' white trash.
No true Southerner would ever assume that the car with the flashing turn signal is actually going to make a turn.
A Southerner knows that "fixin" can be used as a noun, a verb, or an adverb.
Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines, ... and when we're "in line," we talk to everybody!
Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they're related, even if only by marriage.
In the South, y'all is singular, all y'all is plural.
Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.
Every Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; and that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food.
When you hear someone say, "Well, I caught myself lookin'," you know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!
Only true Southerners say "sweet tea," "sweet milk," and "light bread". Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it -- we do not like our tea unsweetened. "Sweet milk" means you don't want buttermilk. And "Light bread" is white bread.
And a true Southerner knows you don't scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say,"Bless her heart" ... and go your own way.
To those of you who are still a little embarrassed by your Southerness: Take two tent revivals and a dose of sausage gravy and call me in the morning. Bless your heart!
And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff, ... bless your hearts, I hear they are fixin' to have classes on Southernness as a second language!
And for those that are not from the South but have lived here for a long time, all y'all need a sign to hang on y'alls front porch that reads "I ain't from the South, but I got here as fast as I could."
Southern girls know men may come and go, but friends are fahevah !
If you're a Northern transplant, Bless your little heart, fake it.We know you got here as fast as you could!
Southern women appreciate their natural assets:
Clean skin.
A winning smile.
That unforgettable Southern drawl.
Southern women know their manners:
"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes, sir."
"Why, no, Billy!"
Southern women have a distinct way with fond expressions :
"Y'all come back!"
"Well, bless your heart."
"Drop by when you can."
"How's your Momma?"
Southern women know their summer weather report:
HumidityHumidityHumidity
Southern women know their vacation spots:
The beach
The rivuh
The crick
Southern women know the joys of June, July, and August:
Colorful hi-heel sandals
Strapless sun dresses
Iced sweet tea with mint
Straw hats and big sunglasses
Southern women know everybody's first name:
Honey
Darlin'
Shugah
Southern women know the movies that speak to their hearts:
Fried Green Tomatoes
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
Steel Magnolias
Gone With The Wind
Southern women know their religions:
Baptist
Methodist
Football
Southern women know their country breakfasts:
Red-eye gravy
GritsEggs
Country ham
Mouth-watering homemade biscuits with momma's homemade jelly
Southern women know their cities dripping with Southern charm:
Chawl'stn
S'vanah
Foat Wuth
N'awlins
Addlanna
Southern women know their elegant gentlemen:
Men in uniform.
Men in tuxedos
Rhett Butler
Southern girls know their prime real estate:
The Mall
The Country Club
The Beauty Salon
Southern girls know the 3 deadly sins:
Having bad hair and nails
Having bad manners
Cooking bad food
More Suthen-ism's:
Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit , and that you don't "HAVE" them, you "PITCH" them.
Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip greens, peas, beans, etc., make up "a mess."
Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of "yonder."
Only a Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is, . as in: "Going to town, be back directly."
Even Southern babies know that "Gimme some sugar" is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.
All Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.
Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold potato salad. If the neighbor's trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin!
Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between "right near" and "a right far piece." They also know that "just down the road" can be 1 mile or 20
Only a Southerner, both knows and understands, the difference between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and po' white trash.
No true Southerner would ever assume that the car with the flashing turn signal is actually going to make a turn.
A Southerner knows that "fixin" can be used as a noun, a verb, or an adverb.
Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines, ... and when we're "in line," we talk to everybody!
Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they're related, even if only by marriage.
In the South, y'all is singular, all y'all is plural.
Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.
Every Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; and that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food.
When you hear someone say, "Well, I caught myself lookin'," you know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!
Only true Southerners say "sweet tea," "sweet milk," and "light bread". Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it -- we do not like our tea unsweetened. "Sweet milk" means you don't want buttermilk. And "Light bread" is white bread.
And a true Southerner knows you don't scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say,"Bless her heart" ... and go your own way.
To those of you who are still a little embarrassed by your Southerness: Take two tent revivals and a dose of sausage gravy and call me in the morning. Bless your heart!
And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff, ... bless your hearts, I hear they are fixin' to have classes on Southernness as a second language!
And for those that are not from the South but have lived here for a long time, all y'all need a sign to hang on y'alls front porch that reads "I ain't from the South, but I got here as fast as I could."
Southern girls know men may come and go, but friends are fahevah !
If you're a Northern transplant, Bless your little heart, fake it.We know you got here as fast as you could!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Who Needs Work Anyway??
I Want to Blog! I have NO time! I have Mucho Paperwork to do! This makes me SAD!
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* Okay, so I snuck away for two minutes! Three books that I can't WAIT to get my pretty little hands on:
"Certain Girls" by Jennifer Weiner
"Such a Pretty Fat" by Jen Lancaster
"Love the One You're With" by Emily Giffin
I LOVED "Good In Bed," "Little Earthquakes," and "In Her Shoes," Miss Fabulous Jennifer Weiner!
I LOVED "Bitter is the New Black" and "Bright Lights, Big Ass," Miss Crack Me Up Jen Lancaster!
And, I LOVED "Something Borrowed," "Something Blue," and "Baby Proof," Miss I Love Darcy and Rachel!
Love! Spreadin' it around!
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* Okay, so I snuck away for two minutes! Three books that I can't WAIT to get my pretty little hands on:
"Certain Girls" by Jennifer Weiner
"Such a Pretty Fat" by Jen Lancaster
"Love the One You're With" by Emily Giffin
I LOVED "Good In Bed," "Little Earthquakes," and "In Her Shoes," Miss Fabulous Jennifer Weiner!
I LOVED "Bitter is the New Black" and "Bright Lights, Big Ass," Miss Crack Me Up Jen Lancaster!
And, I LOVED "Something Borrowed," "Something Blue," and "Baby Proof," Miss I Love Darcy and Rachel!
Love! Spreadin' it around!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Survey says...
It's not official.. yet. I have to call my Dr., who will then call me a hypochondriac (as usual). But seriously, this morning I've already taken 3 Adult ADD/ADHD online tests, and I'm sure that's what is wrong with me. I go 100 mph all day one day and the next day I feel like I've been ran over by a Mack truck. My mind never stops. Hubbs is always telling me I worry too much (Well, one of us has to b/c he sure doesn't waste anytime doing it). My last trip to the ER warranted speculation from my physician that I was pegged to have a heart attack at 40 (and now I'm worrying about that!). But, I can't get organized even though I make a thousand To-Do lists; I can't get my ass to work on time; I. Am. So. Tired.; All. The. Time. (I seriously almost fell asleep while eating my french toast yesterday morning); I forget things/conversations/dates all the time; I'm having some memory loss (I'm only 24!! I shouldn't have Alzheimers!! Hubbs calls what I have "Part-timers"); I'm all hyper one minute and the next I'm like the human slug; I'm easily skittish; I can't sleep well (all those thoughts swimming around); did I mention that I have NO energy?; I have no desire to do anything at any given time. Does this make me a bad person? I don't think so. I think this means I need to be a medicated person. I need something to make me "go" again. I'm 24. I'm kinda fat. But not all wallowing-overly obese-and-can't-take-a-5-minute-brisk-walk kind of fat. Some days I bound out of bed (okay, not really, more like I lay there and give myself a pep talk to get out of bed) and do all of my morning routine and get to work and am totally fine. Other days it's like I am human-slugging my way to mediocrity just to get the day over with. So, my head and my heart says "Hey, kid. You probably have ADD. Get some drugs and deal with it." I want my semi-normal life back. ASAP, ya hear! Guess it's time to make the call.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Why would anyone jump out of a perfectly good airplane?
Sitting around Saturday at Scrapper's house, I started thinking about what I wanted for my birthday. You know, besides the surprise party I've always wanted with lots of fanfare, because it's my birthday. After contemplating the many pretties and sparklies I could ask for, I decided on one perfect thing. I want to go skydiving {again} for my birthday! I've been before (like, 6 years ago) and always, always, always wanted to do it again. And I'll be celebrating the big 2-5 and I currently don't have any children tagging along, so WHY NOT? I have found that some of my other cohorts have thought about jumping, so why not make it a mass celebration? Hubbs has said no, so I'm thinking, Why of course I will jump. I may never get another chance to before we start having curtain-crawlers. I most definitely won't have the chance after the crumb-snatchers get here. So maybe this birthday will be jump-tastic.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
What's the sound of one hand clapping?
Me, pattin' myself on the back for my FIRST EVER BLOG!! Woo Hoo! I have a Myspace (boo drama) and a Facebook (boo x2 b/c I can't figure the damn thing out) and I've posted on some message boards from time to time. The one thing I have figured out is that apparently LOTS of people read what I have to say. Are you amazed? Because I am definitely amazed. But, really, it's true. I have a counter and everything. I even double-checked it twice! I even get comments and I know they rock. Okay, so anyway, people "tune in" to read my rants and I love it! Why? Probably because I'm an only child and I just love the attention. Either that or it's because I love to do, say, write thought provoking things. I've been called nosy, but I prefer the term "Inquisitive", thank you very much. I want to know everything. I see myself as the friend everyone needs to have. One with guts. One that speaks her mind. One who isn't afraid to be rude or piss you off. That's me. I do these things on a daily basis. And you know what? Come to think of it, that may be why people read this crap. To see what I'm gonna do next. Like one commenter stated, "It's like a train wreck. I just have to know what happens next!" That's me: the Trainwreck. Welcome to the wild side.
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