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One of the more compelling...telling...and mind-blowing links I've seen (this is one NOT to skip).
Makes me want to do something, although what, I'm not sure. The way I see it, something is better than nothing...right? For the most part, the numbers represent LIVES, marginalized to a statistic.
Which is something I hope I never do to people with whom I come into contact.
HT to someone I've only recently begun reading, but she's sharp in oh! so many ways! (Thanks, Lisa.)
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Dear Jenny,
Thank you for not making me feel like a stalker yesterday. I mean, I'm sure LOTS of bloggers dream about their blogging friends' toilets and all. It was probably precipitated by your fellow Mama, Min, anyway--she's the one who posted squillions of portapotties (who cares that I saw her post AFTER my dream, apparently I must have E.S.P.).
Last night my husband and I had a date. We had this for an appetizer:
My husband was a little concerned I felt the need to take a picture for you. I explained it wasn't for you exactly. On the contrary, I took it to show you what I would NEVER order in your presence out of complete and utter respect for your squidiphobia (should we have opportunity for a girls' night out). Then again, would you really notice what I ate?? I'm just sayin'....
I did a little further research on id-Squas. After seeing the piccha of those suckers drying on a beach in Japan, I might never eat 'em again anyway...those are some freaky muthas.
Then again, if I ever consider what ANY meat looks like at the ol' packing plant, well...it's enough to send me to vegan-ville.
And after reading your post yesterday, I went shopping with my kids and look at what I found! I definitely would've gotten this for your birthday...IF I knew when it was AND if you were going back to school AND IF you would lift my current restraining order. I'm sure the thought is more than enough to creep you out forEVAH sufficient.
Okay...I think I've worn out this little Jenny blogstalking series, it's time for me to sign off and start dinner but thank you for giving me time to write some REAL posts!!.I'm sure if we ever met IRL we'd be BFF,
~ Robin
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There are blog-contest-winning dreams:
Exhibit #1:
Interested in $2,500? Is it legit? I don't know, but it seems possible. I keep seeing it places, so I figure what's the harm in posting this:
Over at Ashwin’s blog, you will find one crazy blog owner!! You can win $2500!! To enter just copy this text and paste it in your blog!! But hurry, this competition will not last long! So get
posting!
Exibit #2:
Janice and Susan, those party-throwing, contest-hosting 5 Minutes for Mom twins, are giving away an Insignia® 37″ Flat-Panel LCD HDTV!!! (This incredible prize is valued at $799.99 and is courtesy of Best Buy.)
Both contests end soon, so check them out quickly if you want to qualify.
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Then there are those other kinds of dreams, the ones that happen when you're supposed to be resting peacefully to the visions of REM.
Have you ever dreamed about another blogger? I know I have before but right now I can't remember who it was.
And then there was last night....I remember (ahem) quite a lot.
I dreamed about Jenny, 1/5 of the Houston Drama Mamas, and aka The Bloggess**. Funny thing is, it's not like I was up-to-date in reading...just today I blog-hopped the Fun Monday peeps.
So, what's in a dream featuring Jenny, the apparently "hot and bothered" Mama?
I was at her house. I had "to go"...yeah, t h a t. She graciously offered for me to use her master bathroom. And get this: she had a computer IN HER BATHROOM...and there was a "Bloggess" page up with a bunch of comments and I accidentally deleted all of them by just TOUCHING the screen! AND, she had a book on her king-sized psychedelic bed appropriately titled "The Bloggess" and it looked old and ragged, kind of like a Reader's Digest condensed book; the front 2/3 were an autobiography, the last 1/3 just posts of hers (I had to thumb through it, I was most impressed). And no, I didn't see any of her 1,400 glass animals. Not one (I was cheated).
And then she walked in the room, and I couldn't "go" at that point, and that's all I remember. And that's enough. And even if I did remember anything "hot and bothered" else, I wouldn't tell you because I fully understand that listening to other people's dreams is about as exciting as watching an ice cube melt.
But does this make me a blog stalker?
p.s. The kids and I went back-to-school shopping today...and this is a present I would've gotten Jenny if SHE was going back to school. Maybe she could use it to carry her laptop in...hmmmm....
** Parental Advisory
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Because of one, stupid, still-ticks-me-off event, I'm scared to leave anything in my car.
You're looking at over a thousand dollars in retail merchandise, because I can't leave doggone ANYTHING in my car anymore (ummm, some of this belongs to my children, I could hardly listen to three iPods at a time, I've only got two ears ;) ).
I wish I lived in Mayberry sometimes :/.
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Chris B, home to Ms Cellania, played hostess for this week's Fun Monday playday, and this was her simple wish:
" 'show your aprons' it can be your favourite or an unusual one or more than one. Be creative as you like; and secondly if, like me, you have lots of 'tea towels' that are brand new (or could be an old favourite) I would like to see those as well and hear the story behind the picture- was it a gift from a holiday, a present from auntie that you only use when she visits etc..........."
Having been out of town for the eleventy-seventh time this summer, I'm late. But one of my many mottos is "Better late than never" (as opposed to "better never late"), and I do likey Fun Monday's, so here's my go:
First, the only reason I even own an apron is because of this saint--
Sarah, my mother-in-law, is an AMAZING cook and has taught me much--not just about what goes on in the kitchen, but also cookin' in life :). She ALWAYS cooks wearing an apron, and this one is hand-painted, a gift from someone who knows her well.
My talented sister-in-law personalized this one for her, it has names of all nine of her grandchildren (and a great niece). This one is her favorite. How cute is that, that Sarah started mugging--figuratively AND literally--for the camera when I told her I needed to blog her?!
Here's a picture of the tea towel of hers I mentioned a few weeks ago:
Here's a few of the ones I own...actually, these are ALL the aprons I own:
Geez, look at that expression. Out of pure vanity, I'd love to re-take that shot, but, heck, I think with all I've shown and shared over the past year or two, I got over it. Red has been my favorite color ever since I remember having a favorite color, and when I saw this apron on sale at Williams-Sonoma after Valentine's Day one year, I had to have it. Red. Half-price. Williams-Sonoma. Valentine's. Yep, HAD to have it! And it even had a matching tea towel which has been used quite a bit more than the apron.
Next, here's me and my daughter "modeling" (???) two aprons Sarah gave us--she wanted to make sure when we baked cookies we had all the necessary equipment. I think Rach and I used them twice...instead, our clothes always managed to be covered in flour :/ (shhhh! Don't tell!)
Doesn't Rach look like she's having fun?? I can see it in her loving and adoring eyes...:).
Chris also asked to see our tea towels, and here's a favorite Sarah gave me this year for my birthday. I actually kinda-sorta use it, mainly just to hang on the stove to look pretty (I consider that "using it").
Last but not least, here are some FUN tea towels I saw a while back and bought to give as gifts...you know, sursees! I just don't know who the lucky recipient will be yet, but they were too cute NOT to buy :).
* If you can't read it, the verbiage left to right is "Don't give in to frumpy undies", "Does my insurance cover retail therapy?", and "Indulge your inner princess".
Hope you had a Fun Monday! I did, even though I'm posting on a Tuesday, which for some of y'all is already Wednesday, which will be for me when I actually visit your FM posts, which for some of y'all will be Thursday.
Huh?
peace out.......
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Yep, the weekend before school starts back, we're on the road again.... This I know, I could NOT travel for a living--this summer has been a blur of planes and trains and automobiles, figuratively speaking in some instances, literally in others.
After yesterday's "fun post", Fun Monday will be pretty tame in comparison. Don't look for mine til late Monday or Tuesday, but I thought Chris has a fun idea (check her out for details). Please join us!
Until then, happy weekend :).
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Yesterday I voluntarily committed a masochistic act administered by a sadist had my annual mammogram. I've been at it for over 15 years, beginning early because I lost my mother (38) and my grandmother (early 20s) to breast cancer, and my sister is an eight (??) year survivor (wahoo!) :). Donna couldn't have been a more gentle or sweeter technician, she's grandmother- saccharine, the type that makes sugar taste sour. She used a "MammoPad" without my asking, I guess because I called the b.s. card on the advertisement they had in their office, claiming that with one of these pads, a woman said it was as gentle "as walking on a cloud". R i g h t. Must've been a hail-storming, lightning-striking thunder cloud.
Anyways...I couldn't help but think of my friend, Swampy. The Swampwitch is a breast cancer survivor, and this post is worthy of your time (as are her additional links). Read it. Pass it along to someone else who needs to read it.
In honor of all this breast talk, I thought I'd finally write a Top Ten in honor of them...one for us SMALL girls, who NEVAH get any of the attention for our diminutive size. Double Ds, take a seat...I'm giving you a break (and permission) to sit on the sidelines and laugh WITH us...;). This is NOT politically correct, I mean no ill will toward my bigger-busted friends. I'm not jealous...I was for 25 years, toyed with "enhancement" for almost as long, but FINALLY have come to the place where I'm content with the way God made me.
Top Ten Reasons I'm Glad to be
flat-chested small-busted an "A" Girl
10. There's always a chance they'll film of remake of Shakespeare in Love and will need a new actress to assume the role of Gwyneth Paltrow's Viola De Lesseps. Remember the scene where she was "unbound"? Wouldn't have worked so well on Pamela Anderson...those big boys could never have been harnessed.
9. No one will ever look at you and whisper out of the corner of her mouth and say, "Are THOSE real?".
8. You will NEVER give anyone whiplash when they see you jogging, playing tennis or jumping on a trampoline. Nope, no lawsuits (anyone thinking Sue Ellen Mischke?)
7. You make the bra-gineers at Victoria's Secrets work harder...there wouldn't have been a need for Miracle Bras and gel-curve shaping without the A-team and think about all the money they would've lost. Almost makes you feel sorry for 'em (naaaah).
6. Potential millions to be made from a class action discrimination lawsuit against Hooters.
5. Thousands Hundreds dozens of Hours saved doing monthly breast exams...it just doesn't take that long.
4. When you're a bit more "mature", and your friends complain about being able to roll 'em up and stuff 'em in a tube sock, or tuck them into their waist band, your expression will be vacant...you'll blink.blink. And you will not be able to relate in the least. Gravity will be your friend, not your enemy. Yours will pretty much be where they started...unlike your "healthier" friends.
3. You'll never have a problem with men (or women, for that matter) looking you in the eye when you're wearing a V-neckline.
2. Your bra will NEVER make indentations on your back, nor will you subtly begin slumping over from being top heavy. And sleeping on your stomach is a breeze, as is laying out in the sun on your favorite pool- or beach-side lounger.
1. You'll find out your husband loves you for you and that "dynamite comes in small packages" isn't just a cliche....
...or so I've heard...;)
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