I really don't have anything of substance today but I wanted to say Happy Halloween!!! This is one of my favorite holidays. I just love seeing all the little cuties in their costumes. But as RSM posted things just aren't the same as they used to be. I don't have kids, so I am not exactly in the same boat....I just got more lame as I've gotten older.
I have not decided weather I am going to dress up to hand out candy. I guess that will depend on my mood at about 5:45 ;0). So anyway, good luck to anyone with kiddies going trick-or-treating, and to anyone else, be safe and have fun!
Happy Halloween !!!!!!!
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
It's the little things....
On a visit to my parents' house on Saturday, my mom gave me a couple of boxes that she had come across while cleaning up the basement. She was laughing about all of the dumb little things that I had packed away. She chuckled and said "you are a pack rat just like dad." I disagree. I don't keep things for the sake of having them, I keep things because they have a meaning or a memory attached to them. Apparently, I have quite a lot of "memories".
Ok, I'll admit it....I am one of THOSE people, yeah, you know one of those people who is overly sentimental, but hey, I don't think there is anything wrong with that. I don't think enough people take the time to enjoy the little things.
I have a beautiful wooden box that my grandfather made for me. The box itself is special to me because it was a gift for no reason whatsoever, just an "I was thinking of you" type gift. In this particular box is a collection of little trinkets, pictures, my graduation tassel, a handmade doll, and some other little things that remind me of things that give me the warm and fuzzies. Most times, when I feel down or sad, I can go and get the box down and look through it to cheer myself up. Yes, I already know what is in there, but those little things make me smile, make me feel better. That being said, I think everyone should have something like my box. Something that has the ability to make you smile if you are having a bad day, or just to sit and reminisce about a better time. So, if you had a box, what would you put in it?
Happy Monday!!! ;)
Ok, I'll admit it....I am one of THOSE people, yeah, you know one of those people who is overly sentimental, but hey, I don't think there is anything wrong with that. I don't think enough people take the time to enjoy the little things.
I have a beautiful wooden box that my grandfather made for me. The box itself is special to me because it was a gift for no reason whatsoever, just an "I was thinking of you" type gift. In this particular box is a collection of little trinkets, pictures, my graduation tassel, a handmade doll, and some other little things that remind me of things that give me the warm and fuzzies. Most times, when I feel down or sad, I can go and get the box down and look through it to cheer myself up. Yes, I already know what is in there, but those little things make me smile, make me feel better. That being said, I think everyone should have something like my box. Something that has the ability to make you smile if you are having a bad day, or just to sit and reminisce about a better time. So, if you had a box, what would you put in it?
Happy Monday!!! ;)
Friday, October 27, 2006
TGIFF
Thank goodness that it is finally Friday!! This particular Friday is especially well,...special for me. I have recently got in touch with a friend of mine (thru myspace) that I haven't seen since high school, so about 8 years or so *groan*. We are getting together for dinner this evening and I cannot wait!! JB and I had been friends for as long as I can remember, and had so many good times when we were younger, but went our separate ways half way through high school. We never had any type of falling out or anything, we just hung out in different crowds....she hung out with the popular people and me...well, lets just say I embraced my inner redneck..*ahem*. I was friendly with everyone as far as I can remember, but just a little different, more of a tomboy. So in this post I would like to reminisce about some of the crazy things that we did when we were younger. Like the time we:
- ...were riding my four wheeler, went down over a bank, onto the road and hit a pickup truck that was driving down the road!!...(no one was seriously injured thank GOD!!)
- ....I ran over her brand new school shoes with the four wheeler (seeing a pattern here?)
- ....went to the beach with each other's families every summer
- ....pestered the shit out of her little brother
- ....went sledding and she pissed her pants laughing.....4 times!!!
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Marbles
Here is something that a friend sent me. For some reason, it just really got me so I thought I would share. Please read it and think about what it may mean to you.
Marbles
Mrs. Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me when I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature,ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.
As I paid for my potatoes I was drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged little boy next to me.
"Hello Barry, how are you today?"
"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. Sure
look good. "
"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"
"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."
"Good. Anything I can help you with?"
"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."
"Would you like to take some home?"
"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."
"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"
"All I got's my prize marble here."
"Is that right? Let me se e it."
"Here 'tis. She's a dandy."
"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?" !
"Not zackley. but almost."
"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble."
"Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an
orange one, perhaps."
I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A
short time later I moved to Colorado but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering.
Several years went by, each more rapid that the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learn ed that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts ... all very professional looking.
They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and
smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.
Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and
mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.
"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt."
"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho "
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her
deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.
Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles....A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself. An unexpected phone call from an old friend. Green stoplights on your way to work. The fastest line at the grocery store. A good sing-along song on the radio. Your keys right where you left them.
Marbles
Mrs. Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me when I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature,ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.
As I paid for my potatoes I was drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged little boy next to me.
"Hello Barry, how are you today?"
"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. Sure
look good. "
"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"
"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."
"Good. Anything I can help you with?"
"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."
"Would you like to take some home?"
"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."
"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"
"All I got's my prize marble here."
"Is that right? Let me se e it."
"Here 'tis. She's a dandy."
"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?" !
"Not zackley. but almost."
"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble."
"Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an
orange one, perhaps."
I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A
short time later I moved to Colorado but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering.
Several years went by, each more rapid that the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learn ed that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts ... all very professional looking.
They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and
smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.
Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and
mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.
"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt."
"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho "
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her
deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.
Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles....A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself. An unexpected phone call from an old friend. Green stoplights on your way to work. The fastest line at the grocery store. A good sing-along song on the radio. Your keys right where you left them.
Love and marriage.....and babies!!!!
That title makes me think of the theme song from married with children...oh, right where was I.. Well, due to recent badgering (did I say that out loud) from certain family members and friends, I thought I would write about my non-married, childless state of affairs.
My poor parents....I think my mom's head will explode if she doesn't get a wedding or a grandchild sometime in the near future, so watch out, this could get messy!! I am so damn tired of hearing.."When are you getting married?" or "When are you going to have children?". Look, I get the feeling that at 27 because I'm not married they think of me as an old maid, so to speak....gimme a break people. I do not think 27 is freakin old.....at all. So back off....gah. Besides, I can't marry myself, or have a baby by myself so my parents and I are at the mercy of the bf. If the bf has his way, we'll be waiting awhile....that is all for now, just wanted to vent....humf.
My poor parents....I think my mom's head will explode if she doesn't get a wedding or a grandchild sometime in the near future, so watch out, this could get messy!! I am so damn tired of hearing.."When are you getting married?" or "When are you going to have children?". Look, I get the feeling that at 27 because I'm not married they think of me as an old maid, so to speak....gimme a break people. I do not think 27 is freakin old.....at all. So back off....gah. Besides, I can't marry myself, or have a baby by myself so my parents and I are at the mercy of the bf. If the bf has his way, we'll be waiting awhile....that is all for now, just wanted to vent....humf.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Hump Day....
Thank God it is one day closer to the weekend. Damn, this week is dragging. I officially have not one interresting thing to write about, so I won't bore you half to death. I am excited that the trick-or-treaters will be doing their thing soon, as I can not wait to hand out candy. I am debating weather or not I want to dress up or not. If I do, I have a choice of the following: policewoman, pirate, belly dancer (that won't happen), or just wing it and do something goofy. I don't need a costume to be goofy looking, but that is beside the point. I think I am going to attempt to "dress" my dog and see how he reacts, hilarity should ensue. If I can get him to keep his outfit on I will definately post pics. The best is getting to see my niece all dressed up. She is growing so fast and it's nice to see her enjoy these things. Oh well, that's all for now kiddies. I need to actually do some WORK....;)
Monday, October 23, 2006
Love/Hate relationship with the computer
I have been trying for the last two hours to figure out how to transfer all of my music files from one computer to the other one, to no avail. Now I know I could burn all of the files and transfer them that way, but my drive won't let me. This is one of the reasons that I wanted to put my music on my other computer so that I could actually burn CDs. I love my ipods but they don't do to well at work. So now I am taking a break before I say to hell with it and break both computers. If anyone has any suggestions (not that anyone will ever read this) please let me know. ;)
Weekend rundown
Well, this weekend seemed to go by in a blur. I know I did a lot, but then again I don't feel like I got much accomplished. Tony was busy hanging drywall in our upstairs guest bath and upstairs hallway. Our house by the way is a work in progress, but that is for another post. I slept way too late on Saturday, but oh well. I got some laundry done and proceeded to start cleaning out my craft room. This is the room that colletcts everything that you don't know what to do with. Don't act like you don't have one too, cause we all do. That was most of Saturday's activities, so I won't bore you with stupid details. Sunday was spent rearranging kitchen cabinets to make room for some things I bought at an auction, then I helped Tony tear down some ceramic tile in the bathroom....weee! After all of that excitement I had to clean up the drywall mess. So all in all, I was the maid/house bitch this weekend. Hopefully today won't be too bad.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Just starting out
Well, being as this is the very first post, I don't have the slightest thing to write about. I will need to give it a little thought. Bear with me while I collect myself ;0)
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