The kids are going to be out of school in 30 min and my house still isn't clean The laundry is piling up like it's trying to escape out the window.

Damn the computer, Damn the blogs

Why, WHY do you have to sit there looking all seductively?!?

Why do you look as if you're saying to me "COME, Come see what everyone else in the world is doing. Leave your life behind and join me and I will make sweet, passionate words to you"


WHHHYYYYYYYYYY?

CHEERIOS OR TOASTY O'S

As I was pouring myself a nice and fruitalicious bowl of Tootie Fruites™ after church this afternoon I was suddenly transported back in time to when I was but a young , impressionable, sweet thang. This bowl of heavenly delight had me thinking about what I expected in my cereal when I was a child.
I remember the shame and embarrassment I would feel for my friends if I saw that they had......bagged cereal.
We never had .....bagged cereal when I was growing up. Bagged cereal didn't have prizes inside. Bagged cereal didn't have fun things to look at on the outside of the packaging. Bagged cereal was..... bagged. If I was expected to eat the cereal it had to hold up to my strict standards:
#1 It had to come in a box, not a..... bag.
#2 It had to have commercials that I could see on the TV.
#3 It had to have a cute and lovable character associated with it.
Nutrition be damned.
I know of one family that had quite a large brood of chillin's and they would try to fool the kids into thinking that their .....bagged cereal was in fact boxed cereal by filling up the empty boxes with the ......bagged cereal. Had they gone MAD?? When I found out that bit o' info I was horrified that this kind of insanity was going on in the world.

Times have changed.

Now that I am the one holding the purse strings AND the one that has to keep the family in a nutritious upswing I have found that my strict standards have changed:
#1 It has to be nutritious (well, mostly).
#2 It has to be economical.
#3 It can come in a bag.

I can't help but wonder if my kids self-esteem is affected by our purchase of ....bagged cereal. Do they feel shame and embarrassment when they see that their friends know they have ......bagged cereal? Am I denying them the pleasure of digging into a brand new box of cereal to find the prize? Are they going to be emotionally stunted because they don't have fun cereal facts to read on the box while they eat said cereal? Is their sense of competition going to be under developed because they don't have to fight tooth and nail to get just one handful of Cap'n Crunch?

I asked my 9 yr old son how he felt about.....bagged cereal. He said that he liked the .....bagged cereal good enough but that he liked boxed cereal because it's easier to keep it organized. WHA....?!?!?!?!
I then asked my 6 yr old daughter whether she preferred ......bagged cereal or boxed cereal. She liked the boxed because of the little boxes and she thinks that they don't cost as much.
My hubby also said that he preferred the boxed cereal but that he didn't feel any bad feeling towards the.....bagged cereal.
"Hey baby, I'm just a cereal slut. You know that." he stated.
This made me wonder why I had such a prejudice against .....bagged cereal.

When you know that you have something for sure you say "It's in the bag"
We have tea bags (well not personally), duffel bags, at the movies I buy a bag of popcorn, I love when I have shopping bags full. Who doesn't enjoy a grab bag?
So why did I feel so strongly against .....bagged cereal?

But when people park so close you can't get out you say you are boxed in. Some car's are described as being "BOXY", and not in the good way. When people beat the snot out of each other and get paid for it, it's called boxing.

I can't help but wonder...did the shape of my cereal container also shape my self-esteem? Who know's?

Do you have a preference? Please, let me know!

MY TRAINER LAUGHED AT ME TODAY

LAUGHED at me, not with me, AT me today. Normally this would not be something that would happen, she is very kind even if I look like an idiot trying to mimic what move she is attempting to teach me.

Today , I got a laugh AT me.

I don't blame her because I laughed too, right after I was shocked at what I had done. I was in the middle of a hamstring pull where my heels are on the edge of a platform and my toes are on the ground so as to make it look like I am in stilettos. I then take a weight bar with light weights on it, with slightly bended knees I bend forward as far as I can holding onto the weight bar towords my toes to create a nice hamstring pull.
When I bent down I noticed something wierd but I couldn't place it. I bent down again and then it all came to me what had gone horribly wrong. As I was coming back up I was making that shocked, breathing in noise and my trainer was worried that I had been hurt.
"WHAT'S WRONG?" she worried
"OH, MY GOSH" I exclaimed with shame and disbelief coursing through my veins
"LOOK AT MY SHOES" I ordered

We laughed our way through the rest of the session.

THE GOLDEN CARBONATED BEVERAGE

I was turned on to this little golden nugget of liquid love by Cjane's sister NieNie. We were all standing in line waiting to pay for our plate's of masterful cuisine when NieNie spotted this winking at her from the beverage cooler. She had suggested that I take one home to try. "It tastes like bubble gum" she claimed. How could I pass up on that kind of endorsement. I am very aware of our destiny in life and I just couldn't leave this golden treasure behind. It needed to fulfill it's destiny and I needed to be the one to help it. Cjane expressed her concern with me "You know that it's just sugar and caffeine, don't you?" Oh how I was excited to learn that not only will this carbonated beverage taste of bubble gum but it had caffeine to boot.
I have to say that I am trying really hard to become a healthier human but there comes a day in everyone's life where, if they're honest with themselves, they need something along the line of a caffeine boost to complete their day. A pick-me-up, if you will (and I know you have, don't lie to me). After all it had water in it and we all need water to live, so I was giving myself what my body needs to survive. It WAS healthy, I just knew it had to be. I have tried many a caffeinated product and have grown to love them, but I do have a roving eye and am always on the lookout for a new love to add. I knew that when I did infact try this "KOLA" that it had to be a very special day. Well my friends, today is THAT special day.


I have a lot to do today and I don't have the sufficient amount of energy to do it with. After all it was JUST the spring forward day and although my clock has sprung forward, my body has not. Don't get me wrong, J'ADORE spring forward day. I love that when I get up the sun is already there to greet me like a loyal friend with a special little treat of sunshine just for me. I love that my body clock adjusts and I can rely on it's alarm to wake me from my night's slumber. I love that the flowers take the winter's storm to make a nourishing cocktail to charge forward out of the packed soil and give us new life again and again.
What I don't love about spring forward day is that it takes a few PFLOWER days to catch up to the level of energy it takes to adjust to my new schedule. I do think that part of that is the fact that when I do wakey it still feels like winter. When I am cold I am s-l-o-w. And as a mother of 3 darling offspring I can't afford to be s-l-o-w.

I picked up the glistening, golden can from my refrigerator, felt it's heaviness and knew I was in for a grand, caffeinated treat. I popped open the lid and heard that tall-tale sizzle that happens when new oxygen is breathed into it's fine carbonated fizz. I took my first sip, and then my second and sure enough Nie Nie was right. It did taste like bubble gum. It also tasted like cream soda. This can of golden goodness was the love child of these two enjoyable flavors. Somewhere out there is the creator of this INCA KOLA and you know what he/she is doing at this very moment? I would bet that they are lying on a white, sandy beach somewhere very tropical, sipping a wholesome pina coloada ( sorry , I don't know how to make an accent mark over the n) reminiscing on how he/she brought these two crazy kids together to make this fantastic beverage for the world to enjoy.

I have to report that I am still waiting for the caffeine kick to surface but I will patiently wait while I reflect back on my exquisite experience with this GOLDEN KOLA. If I had to write a review I'd say
"Beautifully crafted and impeccably blended to create this bouquet of flavors that dance a nice rumba on the tongue and titillate the senses"

Thanks for the heads up on this yumminess, Nie Nie!

Fun With Photo Booth

With a drop of imagination and a dollop of Photo Booth
the world becomes your oyster.
Here are just a few examples of the fun pic's that
one can do on PHOTO BOOTH>

TWO, FOUR, SIX, OH, OOOOOOOOOOONE!

I have to say that I have a huge Les Miz obsession.
To know me is to know that about me.
I know every word
I know every breath
I could perform this as a one woman show

That's all I have to say.

I HAVE A TWO YEAR OLD

"I HAVE A TWO YEAR OLD".......that's all you have to say
to achieve full sympathy from anyone.
Even if you don't have kids. You know.
I have to say that I firmly believe that our little babies come to us as gifts.
Gifts from our Heavenly Father.
I also firmly believe that at exactly midnight on the day that
these little darlings turn two, THE DEVIL takes over.

I believe that he (of course the devil IS a man) whispers into their ear
saying things along the line of
"See that printer over there, push the green button a bunch of times.
the big machine will give you lots of fun papers your mommy will love."



This is my daughter C. She has a garbage fetish.
She has thrown away bottles, cups, sippy cups,
My Cell Phone, shoes, toys, camera's, candy,
scissors, keys and just about anything
that she can get her mitts on.


Is there anything more lovely or of virtuous report than a TWO YEAR OLD?

OK, here's my "Self Portrait".
I used my Photo Booth to do it.
You can scroll down to my last blog
and see a different pic too.
Thanks Cjane
This was fun

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY EVERYONE!!

(On March 2)
Dr. Suess
You certainly are my Cat in the Hat



Eddie Money
Can I have both tickets to paradise?





Lou Reed
Thanks for the
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE





























Chris, Daniel
You shouldn't have. But I'm glad you did.






















Jon,
Where's my bed of roses??



























Thanks for everything boys.
Same time, next year?
Pflower