Sunday, December 30, 2007
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
I went to the circus and I saw:
A bare back rider
A dressed up dog
A fighting Horse
A grizzly bear
A koala bear
A quarantined Lynx
A red robin
A st-st-stuttering cow
An umbrella cockatoo
A very hairy ape
A water buffalo
That Antelope thing in Africa that starts with X
As you can tell, lil man must be mine and i must be my mother's since apparently none of us went to a normal circus...lol
Thursday, December 20, 2007
"Mom, do you know what they should use for Taxi's in the country?"
"Tractors......and they should call them Traxi's"
Gotta love the thought processes of an 8 y/o. I sure do love him
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
The tag rules are:
1) Link the person who tagged you.
2) Post the rules on your blog.
3) Share 7 facts about yourself.
4) Tag 7 random people and include links to their blogs.
5) Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
1~I have to eat all of one thing before i can go to the next. This includes eating all of one kind of veggie out of the mixed veggies at a time.
2~When i get nervous or upset, i stutter. it is a result of a fall i took from a horse.
3~My favorite dessert is Tiramisu (if made correctly)
4~I do not use condiments
5~My hair never grows longer than mid way down my back
6~I like warm flat soda
7~When i was a baby, i had naturally curly hair, it is now stick striaght
Ok, now for the 7 people. I am going to pick truely random people.
A Lucid Spoonful
Circle of 13
I hope all the new people i tagged will play.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
1 can mandarin oranges, drained
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Saturday, December 8, 2007
I sure hope Santa brings it. Not ofen a kid asks for this one. Wonder if the elves make em?
Friday, December 7, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Now, i am sure all of you taken a geography course at some point in your lives. My family from the Boston area ALWAYS sent gifts out to us in the San Francisco area.
I opened my one gift early and i received a USC Trojans Sweatshirt. Now at this age i would understand, but at the age of 10 (and geographically challenged) I was very confused. I asked my grandma why and she said cause to our family in Ma, California is California with no distinction between Northern and Southern. Well any Californian can tell you there is a HUGE difference.
I think my grandma still blames them for my move down south....lol
Monday, December 3, 2007
***Disclaimer...this is NOT the house she made but the only one i could find a picture of, hers was WAY better***
One year my mother made these as gift for several relatives, but what made that even more special than they already were was the fact she put little touches in and on each one that corresponded with the recipient. For example, my Grams had the antlers (complete with unevenness that was there) over the fireplace. The rocking chair, the TV where the TV lived etc. Much thought and love was put into each house.
BUT WAIT....there's more. Not only was the house "built" with love. To take it one step further my Grams filled it with my all time favorite candies so when the roof was lifted to look at the optical treasure created INSIDE, there was candy too. What more could a girl want.
Thanks Mom AND Grams
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Before you run out and get your child that pet they have been begging for, be sure to do your research. The story (that did NOT happen to me) will help illustrate my point.
If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out LOUD!
Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.
Here's what happened:
Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.
"He's just lying there looking sick," he told me."I'm serious, dad, can you help?"
I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back,looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.
"Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"
"Oh my! gosh," my wife diagnosed after a minute."She's having babies."
"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"
I was equally outraged."Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce," I accused my wife.
"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she inquired. (I actually think she said this sarcastically!)
"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth together).
"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.
"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," she informed me. (Again with the sarcasm,you think?)
By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on.
I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience," I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth."
"Oh, gross!" they shrieked.
"Well, isn't THAT just great! What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know. (I really do think she was being snotty here, too. Don't you?)
We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.
"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.
"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified.
"Do something, Dad!" my son urged.
"Okay, okay." Squeamishly , I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.
"Should I call 911," my eldest daughter wanted to know. "Maybe they could talk us through the trauma."(You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)
"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly.
We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.
"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.)
The Vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.
"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically.
"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?"
I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside."Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.
"Oh, perfectly," the Vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen... Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um....um....masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back." He blushed, glancing at my wife. "Well, you know what I'm saying, Mr. Cameron."
We were silent, absorbing this.
"So Ernie's just...just... excited," my wife offered.
"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood.
Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.
"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.
Tears were now running down her face.
Laughing "It's just...that...I'm picturing you pulling on its...its...teeny little..." she gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.
"That's enough," I warned.
We thanked the Vet and hurriedly bundled the lizards and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay.
"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Dad," he told me.
"Oh, you have NO idea," Closed mouth, my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.
2 - Lizards - $140...
1 - Cage - $50...
Trip to the Vet - $30...
Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie...PRICELESS!
Moral of the story - finish biology class - lizards lay eggs
Merry Christmas Everyone
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Rules: Devise a list of 5-10 courses you would take to fix your life. It's more fun to be in classes with friends, so include one class from the person who tagged you that you'd also like to take. Tag five.
I had to think a while about this but here we go. Mom is already offering one i would like/need
Survival Cooking: Nope, no bugs or odd crunchy things (hopefully). I'm just talking about everyday cooking. No one should learn, at the age of 18, that if you let spaghetti cook long enough, it will get fuzzy. This course would just cover the 5 things that most families eat ALL the time. There are restaurants for everything else.
so, now onto my classes:
Dr. DoLittle 101: No need for a degree in veterinary medicine here. This class is to teach the art of animal interaction. One should never lay on the ground and make prey noises and be surprised when the dog rips your face off. It seems that many people have forgotten how to approach or interact with animals and since they dont know, their children dont know.
911 101: After working as a dispatcher i REALLY wish this course was offered. To call into the EMERGENCY operator because you want to know if it is safe to drive from Amarillo to Tulia during the Tornado Watch is NOT acceptable. Nor is calling into report you are unhappy with the quality of the ILLEGAL drugs you just purchased.
Letting Go, It will be ok: No, this class will not help you get a psychology degree, but it will help you get rid of some of the clutter in your home. As a currently struggling self proclaimed pack rat, this course will offer techniques for classifying what one really needs to keep and what one merely keeps out of obligation or in my case the inability to let go.
Welfare for Dummies: This course is offered to those who CHOOSE welfare as their employer. This course will teach the true purpose of the welfare system. Please, sign up for this course if you breed for a higher check, use your food stamps for smokes or sell them for drug money or offer your WIC checks on CL(Craigs List for those that dont know) for ANYTHING other than the foods they are intended for.
Now....lets see who my victims, opps, choices, will be:
Jenny of MamaDrama
Cant wait to read y'alls answers
Friday, November 30, 2007
It is a little prayer to maybe help us keep some thing in perspective.....or not, up to you.
Heavenly Father, Help us remember that the person who cut us off in traffic last night is a single parent who worked nine hours that day and is rushing home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry and spend a few precious moments with her children.
Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man who can't make change correctly is a worried 19-year-old college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams with his fear of not getting his student loans for next semester.
Remind us, Lord, that the scary looking bum, begging for money in the same spot every day (who really ought to get a job!) is a slave to addictions that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares.
Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress are savoring this moment, knowing that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week, this will be the last year that they go shopping together.
Heavenly Father, remind us each day that, of all the gifts you give us, the greatest gift is love. It is not enough to share that love with those we hold dear. Open our hearts not to just those who are close to us, but to all humanity. Let us be slow to judge and quick to forgive, show patience, empathy and love.
Friday, November 16, 2007
This is Cashette and Run, commonly known as "NV". She is a 7 y/o registered APHA mare.
She is a Black and White, blue eyed Tovero
She is stone deaf and i love it. She is an awesome trail horse because she doesnt spook like some horses tend to.
We did some limited showing in California with good results. She has great movement and i am looking forward to finding her some "job" here in Texas.
She has a sweet personality and i am hoping she passes it on t o her foals (planning on breeding her this coming year)
But most of all, she is my real life "My Little Pony" and i wouldnt trade her for anything.
Friday, November 2, 2007
I got Former New York City Mayor Rudy Giuliani (R)75.00% match
I highly recommend this lil thing as it was simple and interesting.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
1. Something that has just been revealed to me....i am a celibate slut. I say this because of the misconception that i engage in "relationships" with numerous other wise attached people.
2. I am colorblind. Please refrain from the "what color is.......?" questions.
3. I put my socks and work boots on before i pull my uniform pants up but put my "civi" pants all the way on before my socks and shoes.
4. If i thought vampires, in the Hollywood sense, were real, i would be one.
5. My dog Alex meant more to me that most people i know. He was always there for me, loved me unconditionally and never judged me.
6. I have a fear of locking my doors. i am afraid i will get "trapped" inside when someone comes to kill me
7. I love to do cryptograms.
Monday, October 29, 2007
This was a tough one for me. Before i could have said with out hesitation...MY CELL PHONE, but.....recent budget cuts in the Julie Administration have caused the culling of "luxury" expenses. Now i know some of you might not think a cell is a luxury, but a nessecity and i would have agree until weighing it against say my son's medical expenses, it lost its value.
So after much thought i couldnt say handbag because at least 63.481% of the time i forget it and i couldnt say wedding rings or other jewlery as i dont wear any, i narrowed it down to ONE item that i have on or with me ALL the time
i must have at least 30 of these and have bought at least 100. They are on or in my handbag, my rearview mirror, my cubby at work, my bathroom, livingroom, bedroom, my mother's house and i am sure there are even a few at assorted ex-boyfriends. This is my cant live without item
Monday, October 22, 2007
Here are some of the shirt I wear often, wish i could wear and some that I have worn:
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
I went home, let the dog out, fed the dog, removed the 14 pieces of my uniform that I still don’t know how to work properly, and crawled into my nice, warm, flannel-sheeted, velvet-bedspreaded bed and …
The IM noise on my computer got my attention.
It was my mom. Her neighbor had called her to tell her to tell me that my retarded (not really) deaf (really) pony (not really, she’s actually a horse) had a pretty serious cut on her right front leg.
I IM’d my mom and told her I would go check it.
I did. I got out of bed, went out into the 40mph frickin’ TX panhandle winds to check the frickin’ horse.
I went to my parent’s house to go through the gate into the pasture where NV lives with 1 other horse, 2 donkeys, 2 mules, and 1 POA. My dad has rearranged the fencing so that the gate is no longer accessible from the parking lot. I went into the ‘rents’ yard and discovered that Dad has also done something to the gate that makes it not work right either so I climbed over the fence and
Into an algae something swamp and then trudged across the pasture to my horse because I cannot call her – the whole deaf thing, you know.
The other critters, who normally scatter at the mere hint of human presence, evidently decided I wasn’t human. They did not scatter. They all helped.
I looked at NV’s leg. It was cut. I tried to decide whether to call the vet for stitches or doctor it myself. I decided to clean it, disinfect it, put some antibiotics on it, bandage it, and let her heal.
I went to the store and bought the aforementioned crap including the obligatory gallon of water to clean it with. Pasture doctoring is SUCH fun!
I got back and she was no longer in the big pasture. She was in the little pasture next to Amy’s house with the POA. Awesome. I parked the pickup on the road and hopped the fence. She decided to go walkabout. I decided not to chase her.
I started petting the POA, who normally will not let you touch it. The next thing I knew, NV’s face was this )( close to mine and she was snorting her displeasure at my petting the other pony, complete with tantrum-like foot stomp.
The rest of the gang joined us and the fun ensued.
NV stood and slept. Everyone else gathered round. I got the rag and the water and started to clean.
Zeke, the gelding, stood and supervised.
One of the mules grabbed hold of the side of the rag I was not holding and proceeded to move his head in unison with the cleaning motions. His teeth were very close to my hand.
The POA stole the lid to my medical box.
The other mule licked my sunglasses.
The rest of the crew provided almost musical (braying) accompaniment, accompanied by the chorus line of squealing and kicking and you’re in my way and you can see better than I can and I was here first and you’re breathing my air.
NV stood and slept.
It was wonderful. Sort of a very rural Grey’s Anatomy – minus McDreamy. One of the horses, however, did leave me a McSteamy.
To reward my wonderful pony for being such a good girl, I searched my pickup for a treat. Aha – chocolate donut holes.
She does not like chocolate donut holes.
And I get to do it all again tomorrow.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Today's assignment is from Janet. Janet wanted to know the story of how we met our significant other/spouse or anyone else who had ever been our significant other/spouse.
Ok well in order to tell my "When we met" i need to preface it with "The first time i saw him" story.
I was a newly married 18 y/o navy wife, stationed in Northern CA and my husband was deployed. I jumped in with both feet, was part of the Wive's Club, active with the Ombudsmen and any other way to embrace military life. Well at one of the first meetings after our husbands left the MP's came to talk about how to be safe home alone. In the back of the room standing looking scary and menacing was the biggest baddest man I have ever seen. He scared the crap out of me. I sure hoped I never had an occasion to need the MP's, if he came to my house in the middle of the night I would scream like a little girl. He was tall, built, all dressed in black and looked like he was just looking for someone to beat up.
Well fast forward a few months and my friend's friend had her home broken into and she had to call the MP's. My friend and i went over to lend support, its what navy wives do....lol. Well low and behold i get there and there is this investigator there talking to the victim. Whew, it wasnt him.....lol. I was standing there trying not to be in the way and i felt a tap on my shoulder "Excuse me". I turned and OMG, there he was.....still just as menacing as before. He went in spoke with the other investigator and i went outside. Shortly there after he came out and was just waiting. He started a conversation with me and in no time we were talking like we had known eachother forever. Beneath the gruff exterior was a sweet guy. It was a good thing we got to know eachother because in the coming months i really needed a friend. He ended up being that and SOOOO much more. He is and always will be the guy that saved his princess.
Your Karaoke Theme Song is "Livin' On a Prayer"
You believe the best things in life are mostly forgotten, and you're definitely more than a little nostalgic .
You're likely to still like the same foods, fashions, and music as you did when you were a teenager.
You have a knack for knowing what elements of pop culture people have missed, without them even realizing it.
It's great to remember the past, but don't forget that not everyone is as stuck in it as you are.
You might also sing: "Pour Some Sugar on Me," "Rapper's Delight," and "Cherry Pie"
Stay away from people who sing: "Toxic"
Monday, October 1, 2007
I have a pair of sandals that I love. They are tall, they are leather, they are strappy, they are sexy and they just make me feel good when I wear them - you know, the hip-sashaying kind of good. Plus, at 5-9, I have height issues and must compensate. Those 3 inches sure do help out.
I wear these shoes to everything, every day that I need a boost. It doesn't matter if you should wear closed-toe shoes to an event, you can never go wrong with the shoes that make you happy; case in point - target practice. No toes were damaged in the making of this picture.
I have regulation black steel toes that I wear to work (bodily fluid resistant, also) and sneaks for watching my son's football games and riding boots (1 English and 4 Western pair) for horseback riding and the accompanying chores and slippers for in the house
but these are what I wear 90% of the time - summer, winter, rain, snow, it pretty much doesn't matter. I am a transplant from California and, while my speech is adapting, my footwear isn't. You can take the girl off the Coast, but you can't take the coast out of the girl.
Thanks for letting me play.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
You Are Pinot Noir
Sophisticated and worldly, you probably know more about wine than most drinkers.
You have great taste, and you approach all aspects of life with a gourmet attitude.
You believe that the little things in life should be cherished and enjoyed... and of the best quality possible.
And while you may take more time to eat a meal or tour a city, it's always time well spent.
Deep down you are: A seductive charmer
Your partying style: Refined. And you would never call it "partying"
Your company is enjoyed best with: Stinky expensive cheese