tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-172786162024-03-07T02:12:24.774-06:00Radioactive SnowfallSome Deep Thoughts. Others... Not So MuchCbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.comBlogger196125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-25315803467401987092013-04-08T01:35:00.001-05:002013-04-08T01:35:21.075-05:00Much has happened in a Year...So, when I last blogged, my great-nephew was born, my father was diagnosed with a heart condition, my mother had a stroke - as a result of the same heart condition as my father - and I was still in school. Let me update you on a few facts of life that have occurred since then:<br />
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1. I am STILL in school. But, I am getting ever closer to graduation! Yay! If I play my cards right, I may graduate by the end of the summer.<br />
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2. My great-nephew is AWESOME. I say this having just been called to the ER because he was running a pretty big fever (102 is tough on a little boy) but the doctors seem to think he may have the flu and/or strep. I left him in the capable hands of his parents, his grandmother (Nina) and his great grandparents (Gingo and Pepaw). Oh, and the hospital staff.<br />
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3. My Dad passed away on May 3, 2012. He passed away gently in his sleep and there was no signs of distress. He is greatly missed. He was a great Daddy. We are coming up on the one year anniversary. I think I have not blogged and/or journaled for the past year out of mourning. You know, like in the Civil War era where immediate family members would stay in a state of mourning for a year and wear only black clothes? I don't only wear black clothes... but I have mourned.<br />
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4. My mother has exhibited some of the greatest strength I have ever witnessed in my life. She has not wanted to be an invalid and sometimes overdoes it in order to prove that she is still all that and a bag of chips.<br />
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5. Dad was able to see the Kentucky Wildcats win their 9th National Championship before he died. There is a part of me that is glad he wasn't around to see how badly they played this year. :)<br />
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6. My nephew is a senior in high school this year. He will graduate in just a few weeks. That is SO hard to believe. He played football this year and I had a WONDERFUL time taking pictures and putting together a photo book as his Christmas present.<br />
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Therefore, we have had ups and downs in our family. We are so grateful the Lord provides all our needs, is our Peace and gives us shelter under His wings!<br />
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Here are some pictures of the past year...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and Dad- Easter 2012</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom & Dad- Easter 2012</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad's marker</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had a robot theme for Liam's first birthday party</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liam's first birthday</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enjoying that cake!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad's marker- after Memorial Day</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom and her sister, Janelle on their 2012 sister trip. This was a stop on the way to Martha's Vineyard</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The family heading out for group pictures.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The whole gang.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joey Bell- football player extraordinaire</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joey Bell- Center</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heartfelt hug from Dad at the end of the last game</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this boy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas 2012 - a new era</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joey checking out his Football photo book</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liam wishing Nana a Happy 80th birthday</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Birthdays are for friends and family</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Birthdays are for fun!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John & Sara (without an H) at Mom's 80th</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike & Sisy came from Arkansas to join the fun</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good Times with the Birthday Girl!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and Mom</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John & Mom</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liam- Easter 2013</td></tr>
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<br />Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-25872924504294728532011-12-26T22:47:00.000-06:002011-12-26T22:47:49.348-06:00It's been a whileI find that my life has been consumed of late by various things. The majority of which has been the birth and life of my great-nephew... who is beyond adorable. I know this is fact as all the pictures I take now have him in them. Here are a few to update you on his great progression:<br />
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He even went to see his Uncle Joey play a little football. Here's Uncle Joey... who also completely rocks.<br />
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We started eating real food (well, real to a baby)<br />
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But still enjoyed using Great-Aunt Cathy as a teething tool.<br />
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I took a trek to Panama City Beach with my friends John & Lou Ann:<br />
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We enjoyed Pineapple Willy's a couple of times... my fave!<br />
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I even studied for school while on the beach. That's the kind of dedicated student that I am! :)<br />
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I came home early due to a personal tragedy. My dear friend Connie was rushed to the hospital because of a massive anneursym. I came home early and found there was nothing that could be done for her. The bleed was too massive. We removed her from life support on a Tuesday and she passed away on Thursday. Connie was a beautiful girl who had been trapped within her own body for more than 20 years due to an initial anneursym. It was such a difficult time for her family, but we rest assured that she can once again walk and talk without any impediment on streets of Gold. My best friend, Brent Gambrell, went far beyond the duties of friendship and stayed with the family and ministered to them during the last days of Connie's life. He had only met Connie and her mother once about ten years ago, but he was with her when she passed away and brought the message at the funeral. If you ever need a man of God to minister to your congregation, you need to go to <a href="http://www.brentgambrellministries.com/">http://www.brentgambrellministries.com/</a> and contact him. The work he does is God-breathed. <br />
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I thought that was going to be the hardest part of the year. But then, Dad was diagnosed with a heart condition: A-Fib. His heart is not beating in rhythm. We found this during a pre-op exam for a biopsy of his prostate. So, it was off to the cardiologist for him.<br />
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Whilst we were digesting this bit of news, we were preparing for Thanksgiving. What we didn't prepare for was my mother to have a stroke on Thanksgiving afternoon. So, a ride to the local ER and a transport to Centennial Hospital in Nashville later, and the mom and I spent Thanksgiving night in the ICU. By the time we arrived there, she was back to normal, for which we are supremely grateful. <br />
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Oh, and the stroke was caused by, are you ready for this, the fact that the Mom's heart is in A-fib. Yep. Same thing as the dad. (Don't think I don't plan to get checked out myself very soon) So, Mom jumped way ahead of Dad as far as treatment was concerned. She's had a cardioversion twice, but her heart does not like to stay in rhythm. So, she's on various medications and we continue to seek doctor care to get this under control.<br />
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She wouldn't let me take pictures. :)<br />
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So, I will show you pictures of the baby again... because he makes us smile. He's at that stage where EVERYthing goes in his mouth. Including fall foliage.<br />
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But I'm pretty sure he's the most handsome of little men.<br />
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Which brings us to the end of the fall semester for my school. I was tickled to learn that I had As in both my classes - which really is a miracle considering we were in and out of the hospital for the last few weeks of the semester. And then it was Christmas... so there should be more baby pictures. It's his first, you know...<br />
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He still likes to put stuff in his mouth.<br />
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He certainly brought smiles to all our faces this year. <br />
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Merry Christmas to you all and blessings for a wonderful New Year!Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-84189107917556690282011-08-07T20:57:00.000-05:002011-08-07T20:57:17.532-05:00What a great celebration!So... it's my birthday today. I'm older today than I was yesterday. But on the bright side... I am younger than I will be tomorrow.<br />
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How's that for optimism?<br />
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I woke up this morning rather sick to my stomach. I worried that I didn't feel good because I was older. But then I realized that other family members were dealing with the same problem and I didn't feel so bad! :)<br />
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But, feeling under the weather did not stop us from celebrating the birth of Liam in such a sweet way. Today, Kristin and David dedicated Liam to the Lord at their church. What a wonderful way to start the day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a cutie-patootie!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liam discovering rattles for the first time</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It is so hard to believe this baby has had a baby!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My goodness... but he is adorable!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His grandmother... we are calling her Nina... thinks so too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liam letting his Aunt KK how he really feels about the humidity in Tennessee</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This child can almost get his entire fist in his mouth!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He has some of the best looks!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This look is my favorite!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-31710737643815999122011-07-09T13:29:00.005-05:002011-07-09T15:17:05.853-05:00But first... a break in the actionI realized as I was going through some photos that I did not include the baby shower the family threw for Kristin about six weeks before the baby was born. So... I thought I would share some of the photos with little tidbits of the day, for those three people who happen upon my blog occasionally! :)<br />
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After realizing that the wedding shower we'd had a few years ago maxed our home out (too many bodies, not enough space) we held the shower at my mother's church, Stones River Baptist Church. It is a wonderful room that allowed everyone to spread out and visit/fellowship.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Kristin picked out a specific pattern from Party City for the decorations. The wonderful people at <a href="http://www.borobakery.com/pages/index.php">Julias' Homestyle Bakery </a>in Murfreesboro took one of the napkins, and decorated the cake exactly the same. I love them there. They did Kristin's wedding shower cake and matched my specific colors and designs that time too. Double Score!!</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Welcome Little Prince - Liam Alexander<br />
Cake by Julia's Homestyle Bakery, Murfreesboro, Tennessee</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gift table... there were lots of presents!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mother-to-be, Kristin<br />
A/K/A my baby</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm a little prejudiced to some of the gifts.<br />
Liam's first little UK outfit from his great-grandmother</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And blanket from his Aunt Karen</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bears and blankets</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aunt Sarah and another great-grandmother<br />
Sarah handled the games</td></tr>
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Kristin was rather surprised when she received a gift from her brother, Joey. He was not in attendance, but had a special little something he wanted to give to Kristin, for Kristin. Just from him.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kristin is a little suspicious of a gift from her brother, Joey</td></tr>
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When Kristin saw the gift for the first time. Well, let's just say, she threw her little head back and had a good laugh. She laughed hard enough to lose her mother-to-be tiara! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giggle Box</td></tr>
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">A jump rope.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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That's right. A jump rope. <br />
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Now, lest you think her brother is trying to suggest she get her grove on as she is approaching her eighth month. The answer is no. He wasn't. This was an inside joke.<br />
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Apparently, when they were much younger, Joey swiped a jump rope from Kristin and made her so mad, that she kicked a hole in the wall of her bedroom. As Kristin begins to enter the newest phase of her life... parenthood... her brother decided to make amends. <br />
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But, perhaps my favorite gift of all... The Pee Pee Teepee. It is a cover for when you are changing the diaper of your little boy to keep him from "christening" you. I have seen the Pee Pee Teepee in action. Let me tell you people, it works!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Pee Pee Teepee</td></tr>
</tbody></table> A good time was had by all. The mother received many wonderful gifts... and we loaded up and got everything to their home in preparation of our Little Prince.Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-68690218652998772062011-07-02T15:35:00.001-05:002011-07-02T16:05:33.350-05:00Liam's First DaysSo... we finally got our boy here and we were all so excited! He was born here in Smyrna and mother, daddy and baby were all doing great. We got to watch him for about 45 minutes through the hospital nursery window while they measured and monitored and cleaned and swaddled and all those other things that nursing staffs do for babies right out of the womb.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Screaming HELLO to the world!</td></tr>
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He put on quite a show for us! While this is going on, Kristin was being tended to in post-op for the C-section and being sent back to her room. They took Liam back to her to see if he could start nursing, and he apparently latched himself right on! Once the baby was here, a couple more people came to see their first great-grandchild!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nana & Granddaddy</td></tr>
</tbody></table> Because I know my place on the familial food chain, I went ahead and left the hospital. The grandparents (my little brother is a GRANDPARENT!) stayed to visit with Kristin, David and the baby and I drove across the street to see the fourth Pirates of the Caribbean movie. <br />
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I need to see that movie again. I think it was pretty good. However, I think I was coming off an adrenaline high... so I was so sleepy in that movie that I think I actually dozed a couple of times. <br />
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But, that afternoon was officially MY time. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meeting Liam for the first time</td></tr>
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Okay... it was not SOLELY my time. I took the great grandmother with me and so I shared some time with her. Unfortunately, we timed our visit just as they had given Kristin some meds for the pain. She did not feel comfortable nodding off and sleeping while there were people in the room, so we were really only there for about ten minutes.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">But it was a GREAT ten minutes.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nana and Liam</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Kristin and David spent the weekend at the hospital. They had Liam on Friday and were able to go home on Monday. Which meant... another day of VISITATION for the family! How awesome.<br />
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Of course, I was doing my best NOT to overstay or call constantly. That was very difficult for me because I wanted to know how MY baby (who had just had a baby) was doing. I had to just be careful and text Katy or Kim or John in order to get updates. I know how tired new parents are and I did not want to be a bother.<br />
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So on Sunday, after being grateful to the Lord for His great blessings! The great-grandparents and I made an appointment to come up and visit the newest member of our family.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liam and his Mommy- is there a sweeter picture than a mother and her child?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The new family: Kristin, David & Liam</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liam meeting his great-grandfather for the first time</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Four generations</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liam and his great-grandmother</td></tr>
</tbody></table> There is just nothing more precious than this little man.<br />
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Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-81182657087832517792011-07-02T00:24:00.047-05:002011-07-02T01:17:33.785-05:00He's Here!!It has been a while since I have stopped by here and commented on life. But, life has been busy and therefore I have not had time to comment. Isn't that the way it always works?!<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">But... I am VERY happy to say that the next generation of my family made his appearance in May. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I can also say that now I feel like it is safe to breathe. I have not had children... but I had a couple of moments of complete FEAR. My baby (not birthed to me, but I refer to all my nieces and my nephew as my children, and often, my babies) was having a C-Section because she was percolating a rather big boy. (We grow 'em kinda big in our family) So, I was filled with worry. What if something goes wrong? What if there is something wrong with the baby? It was a time filled with angst and anxiety.</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The Lord kindly reminded me that He was in charge of everything... and regardless of what man's purpose is, His purpose is greater and He will complete His work in whatever situation we are found in. </div><br />
Oh. Okay. I'll just shut up and trust. <br />
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So... here's a little pictorial of our day:<br />
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I arrived at the hospital first. Mostly because I was told to be there at 7:00 and no one else got there until closer to 8:00. Oh well. I was there in time to take pictures of the soon-to-be parental units arrival.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Momma, Daddy & Aunt Katy arriving at the hospital</td></tr>
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">See these scrubs David is wearing? I bought them. I have to give credit to my good friend, Carey Dean, who gave me the idea for them. I felt like much attention had been given to Kristin and the baby and I didn't want David to feel left out. So, I called my friend Carey, who is the father of triplets plus one, for an appropriate gift for the new father. He told me the best gift he received when the triplets were born, were a set of monogramed scrubs. So... I picked up some scrubs at a local uniform store and found a monogram place here in town and they did a great job!</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> </div>The scrubs say "David Johnson, Daddy to Liam" and the birth date. Isn't that cool? AND... he looked like he was a doctor and worked at the hospital. As a matter of fact, a couple of the staff at the hospital thought he was a doctor. <br />
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So fun!!<br />
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We had a number of family members present for the big moment!<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Katy is here waiting in the hospital lobby while Kristin gets herself checked in. We enjoyed people watching and laughing at each other. It was an enjoyable morning and the hospital staff got a big kick out of our antics.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The family members took up a good bit of the small waiting room at the hosital. As a matter of fact... we took up the entire waiting room. To our credit, the waiting room is rather small. But, we all had fun hanging around waiting for the sound of the lullaby to play over the intercom system (a sign that a baby is born) and tried to just have a good time.</div><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Whilst I was waiting on Kristin to have her baby, I ran downstairs to have my first mammogram. I would like to take the time to smack all the women who told horror stories of how painful an experience this was going to be. It was not bad AT. ALL. The staff at Stone Crest were very friendly and courteous. The technician who did the mammogram was very nice and professional. The total amount of time I was there was probably about 30 minutes, and I was able to get up to the waiting room just about five minutes before the baby was born. Soooooo... no time to really worry for me!<br />
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And then finally... we were awarded with this:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy and Liam!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Liam Alexander Johnson was born at more than 9 pounds and 21 1/2 inches long. Daddy David did a great job in the surgery room and so did Kristin!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our first good look at Liam!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Look of Love</td></tr>
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'll share more soon. There is much more to tell.</div></div>Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-33578243545937638592011-04-12T21:52:00.000-05:002011-04-12T21:52:47.795-05:00Sunday afternoons...Sunday afternoons are usually a time for napping, watching a sporting event, napping, doing laundry, napping, doing homework and, well, napping. <br />
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However, our family has decided to create a family time on Sunday afternoons. We will gather here at the homestead and enjoy, tolerate, berate, love, castigate, smack on each other and have a meal together as well.<br />
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This past week was our first gathering. It was also the 58th wedding anniversary of my parental units.<br />
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58 years. Together. <br />
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Wow. <br />
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I thought I would throw down some photos of family time. These were not taken this week, but the previous week. It will be a good showing of times to come:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at that concentration! Fierce.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Old Man still has some moves too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not sure that I like how big this one is getting</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Like Father...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">... Like Daughter</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-17992146392957940472011-02-27T18:14:00.000-06:002011-02-27T18:14:35.289-06:00Why does it HURT so much??I had my gall bladder removed a few years ago. It was the first hospitalization I had ever personally had - and I was in my 40s. So, I thought that was pretty good. <br />
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The pain that led me to the doctor, which led me to the ER, which led to the x-ray and ultrasound and finally led to surgery was pretty bad. <br />
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I would have done it all again instead of the millisecond of a burn I sustained on my right thumb earlier this week. <br />
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I was getting a pan out of the oven and the oven towel slipped and for the most fraction of a second, my thumb made contact with a VERY hot pan. <br />
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But, I did not curse. I thought of curse words, but they did not come out.<br />
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And then... the pain. <br />
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Oh. The. Pain. <br />
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How could something that was such a short time inflict something that hurt so bad!?<br />
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So, I slammed it into a glass of ice water and the maternal unit told me I need to rub butter on it.<br />
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Then, I had a butter finger! Ha! Get it? OOOhh. I know. I'm too much.<br />
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Seriously, then I shoved it back in to the ice water and spent the next HOUR biting my lips and talking myself out of driving to the ER in order to have my thumb amputated, which I can assure you would NOT have hurt nearly as bad.Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-49711709659922202172011-02-14T15:32:00.000-06:002011-02-14T15:32:39.752-06:00Grammy ReWind 2011I am officially an old person. I know this because I just sat through the entire 2011 Grammy show and wished for the days when the weirdest artist out there was Alannis Morrisette. An artist who I really like… but weird in her time. <br />
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I am also old because I was looking forward the most to Bob Dylan, Mick Jagger and Barbra Streisand. So… having issued that disclaimer, here are my thoughts on this rather lackluster evening:<br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Red Carpet:</strong></span><br />
I made the mistake of turning the channel just in time to see Lady Gaga being unloaded onto the shoulders of male models with nice pecs. Gaga is in an egg. An. Egg. She cannot be bothered to be interviewed because she is incubating. <br />
Maybe the correct term should be incubus.<br />
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I stopped listening to this nonsense when I heard the words womb and dilating in reference to Gaga’s departure from said egg onstage. We must all wait patiently for what will be the great birthing of this legend…. Blah, blah, blah. We learn this is not entirely true as it appears that Gaga is clothed in black in said opaque egg and her emergence onstage is in something yellow. At some point G has left the birthing canal for a costume change. Now I just feel cheated. Okay, I don’t really feel cheated at all.<br />
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Oh look. Rhianna. Wearing a mesh dress of white Christmas garland. That’s a little past the season. Unless my friend Brent still has his Christmas décor up… then she is fine. <br />
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Look who else… Eva Longoria and Kim Kardashian(sp?) Because when I think of music awards, I immediately think of Eva and Kim. Riiiiight. Kim’s dress had to be refitted today because it did not fit over her booty. <br />
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Thanks for sharing Kim.<br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Let’s get to the show, shall we?</strong></span><br />
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The opening performance is a tribute to Aretha Franklin featuring Yolanda Adams, Jennifer Hudson, Martina McBride, Christina Aguilera, and Florence Welch. I love the music. I mean, who doesn’t love the soulful music of Aretha Franklin? I think individually these women all have strong pipes and make their own beautiful music. But having them all end on the same song and try to out do each other? Tacky. It was nice until the end.<br />
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And then Christina stumbles off her shoes. <br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Lady Gaga</strong></span>: Raise your hands if you are a fan of “This is Spinal Tap” and are holding your breath and hoping the pod/egg will not open? I see that hand!! I do! I really was wishing for a wonderfully bad timed pod/egg malfunction. But alas. I now get to hear Gaga sing different words to Madonna’s “Express Yourself”. <br />
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I say this because as G was singing her song, I was able to sing the lyrics to Express Yourself and it completely fits.<br />
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I am worried that I know the words to Express Yourself. <br />
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G has some pipes. She’s just so freakin’ weird. I am not saying she can’t sing, I am saying having that kind of ability and then wrapping it up in freakishness isn’t really as creative as it looks. Instead, it looks like you’re trying to hide a lack of talent. <br />
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Live and sing free Gaga! Don’t stay in that cocoon of awkwardness any longer.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Justin Biebers:</strong></span> Did I spell his name right? I don’t know. I’ll just refer to him as Beebs from this point on. <br />
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Why are there Ninja drummers and Ninja acrobats onstage with the Beebs? Does anyone know? Because when I think of the Grammys… I automatically think of Ninjas. Don’t you?<br />
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Oh. Wait. There’s a Will Smith child onstage. This song must have been from the Karate Kid movie. That explains the Ninjas. Kind of. At any rate, the Beebs has talent and moves, and a relationship with Usher, who has now joined the party.<br />
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Uh-oh. Usher’s shades went flying. He’s not nearly as cool as he was just a few seconds ago. I can’t remember a time I have seen Usher perform without shades. This may be a Grammy first! They really are doing a good job. But, I don’t get the whole Beebs fever thing. <br />
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Then again, I’m not a pre-pubescent girl. <br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Bob Dylan</strong></span>: A moment I have been waiting for. I’ve seen Dylan in concert a couple of times and he puts on a really good show. <br />
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Who are these people? Mumford & Sons? Is that like Sanford and Sons, only different? And then there’s this other band… Avert something? Where is Dylan? I thought it was going to be…<br />
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There he is! Bob!! Remember me from Nashville?<br />
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Bob? Clear your throat Bob. I’ve been rooting for you here Bob. <br />
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Wait just a minute. I sit through two songs PRE-Bob by two bands I don’t know and then Bob comes out and I get a verse and a chorus and three blows on the harmonica? I’m feeling a little cheated again here.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Lady Antebellum</strong></span>: I don’t know a lot about this group because they are a country group… but the one song they do that is so popular is pretty beautiful and I think they harmonize very well… and I know they are generous people. <br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Cee Lo Green & Gwyneth Paltrow… and a few muppets</strong></span> – Oh My.<br />
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Confession time: I actually kinda really love this song. <br />
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Let me rephrase. I love the G rated version of this song. I am appalled at the X rated version (because I think it is worse than an R rating) But the G rated version has a great beat and so… there you have it.<br />
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Now… Cee Lo is looking a little George Clinton & Funkadelic and I have NO idea why there are muppets on the show… but I get the Gwyneth tie because she did this song when she appeared on Glee. If nothing else, I want Gwyn’s shoes and this is the most colorful event of the night.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Best New Artist Award</strong></span>: Getting ready for the Beebs’ fan base to being shrieking.<br />
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BUT NO!!! The award goes to Esperanza Spaulding! No one can believe it. Not even the Beebs can believe it! <br />
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Raise your hands if you know who Esperanza Spaulding is. (Crickets chirping) <br />
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I have a feeling Google is going to be overloaded for searches for her, since no one has heard of her. But… you Go Girl!<br />
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But… Esperanza apparently plays the upright bass. So, she’s pretty cool in my book. <br />
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The Beebs is watching her play upright bass from the audience and he is still in shock. He can’t even spell Esperanza.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Mick Jagger</strong></span>: Well Mick… you still got the moves and the pipes. You go on with your bad self. Classic.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Barbra Streisand</strong></span>: Ahhh… Evergreen. Babs is introduced by Kris Kristofferson who played opposite her in “A Star is Born”, which was the first R-rated movie I ever saw.<br />
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Sidenote: my mother took me to see A Star is Born. I think it may have been the first and last movie my mother took me to see. We went because we love music. We were not expecting curse words and nudity. <br />
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My mother announced that we were not expecting curse words and nudity to the entire movie audience at the time. I sank into my seat and tried to pretend I didn’t know her.<br />
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Back to Babs.<br />
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I love this song. It reminds me of the movie. I don’t agree with Babs on any number of political positions… but the sister can sing. AND… her performance actually has a melody and full orchestrations. Take that! Rhianna.<br />
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But for the LOVE, Grammy producers! What would make you think a great segueway would be to go from BABS to handing an award to Eminem for RAP? Were you smoking Crack when you put this show together? You go from BABS to a standing ovation to a commercial break you Jack Wagons!<br />
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Here’s John Cougar Mellencamp/Cougar/Mellencamp’s illegitimate love child P. Diddy… Diddy… or Sean Combs… or Sean John… or Puff Daddy… or Puff Pastry. Crap. I can’t keep up with this man’s name. And when did he go all GRILL on us? Seriously affecting your speech pattern there Diddy, er, Daddy, er… whatever.<br />
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More Rhianna. With Drake. I don’t know who Drake is… and I only know Rhianna because of her hair and her ability to make me want to stuff cotton balls in my ears. Not a fan of Rhianna. Its just the tone of her voice that grates on me. Others like her and that’s fine. I am not a fan of the bedazzled chastity belt she is wearing… but I like the color of her hair. <br />
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You know… I liked Empire State of Mind for about the first 150 times I heard it. I’m kinda over it now.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Arcade Fire</strong></span>: I have no idea who this group is… I am just grateful that I don’t suffer from epilepsy. I also don’t know why there are dirt bike riders on stage. Because when I think of the Grammys, I immediately think of dirt bike riders. <br />
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And pro football players… because Clay Matthews was there earlier. And I ALWAYS think of Pro Football players when I think of the Grammys. <br />
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And… Arcade Fire wins the big prize at the end. <br />
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And all the dirt bike riders in America rejoiced.<br />
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And I could finally stop watching and do my homework.Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-59941620572810606862011-02-12T18:39:00.000-06:002011-02-12T18:39:39.882-06:00Just a Game??I have the best of friends. I really do. On Thursday, in the midst of the snow here in<br />
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</tbody></table>Tennessee, I got a text from my friend Missy. She had two tickets for me if I wanted them - to go to the Kentucky/Vanderbilt basketball game in Nashville. <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm a Kentucky fan. Did you know? Missy knew. She's a rock star in my book now. A Complete Rock. Star. So is her son Eli, who was the actual initial recipient of the tickets. I am just glad that he really did not want to go to that game. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So, I got to go. I took my older brother. This will undoubtedly cause problems with my younger brother. But I figure it is payback for the fact that he went to Lexington and was at the 2000th basketball win at Kentucky. Did I get an invite to that? No. No, I didn't. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Paybacks really do stink at times.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">At any rate... the seats were GREAT! We were seated right next to the Vandy student section... and that was loud. But the people who were in our closest proximity were pretty nice to us. There were hecklers around that were a little hateful, but we just tried to ignore them. </div><br />
I got to take my camera in, so I thought I would share a few with the three people who read this blog:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Really wish I had a faster shutter speed to get these shots a little clearer</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coach Cal - right after the technical was called on Liggins. I agree with Cal - it was a bad call</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time to huddle up. It's too bad we lost this game. But, it is always great to see this team play!</td></tr>
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">2. I was not stuck in traffic. The snow started at my office at about 3:15. They were tiny flakes, and I did not think it was going to be a problem. Within 15 minutes, the ground was starting to get covered and so were the roads. So, I got on the road with the hopes that I could get in front of the storm and still travel the back roads. Why? Because I knew the main roads were going to be packed and I did not want to sit in my car for four hours. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">3. I am grateful that I was able to beat the snow home. Which I did. My drive was about an hour, and I was very happy for that. </div><br />
4. I rarely get lost. I get this from my father I think. If I get a little turned around, I will just keep driving until I see something familiar. It usually works out. And... I usually find another little side road or adventure.<br />
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5. Roads are adventurous. Food is not. I don't really want adventure in my food. I have never thought about octopus and wondered what it would taste like. The same thing with beef tongue. Or liver. Some parts of the animal just don't need to be eaten. And some animals just don't seem like they should be eaten either. Like octopus.<br />
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6. I love Kevin Kline. He is quirky and fun and a wonderful actor. <br />
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7. I saw a few minutes of a new television show tonight: Mr. Sunshine. I forgot that it was premiering tonight and so it had already started when I got around to turning to that channel. I really liked what I saw. F-U-N-N-Y. Seriously funny. I am going to go find it on ABC and see if I can get the entire episode. <br />
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8. I had homemade chili tonight. It was wonderful. It may be why I am still awake. Or I could still be awake because I am blogging right now.<br />
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9. My I-pod appears to have died. This makes me very, very sad. I hooked it up to my computer and I got nothing. Not. A. Thing. <br />
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10. I can't think of anything else to say, but I didn't want to end with number nine. Now, I can officially go to sleep.Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-43442301068673743602011-02-06T21:36:00.000-06:002011-02-06T21:36:26.787-06:00Super Bowl XLV Commercial Recap5:22 – Lea Michelle sings America the Beautiful and apparently many believe it is the National Anthem. Exxcept for Aaron Rodgers who is looking around and wondering what all the fuss is about. He is apparently not a Glee fan.<br />
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5:23: Christina Aguilera. Did she mess up the words to the National anthem? Yes, yes she did. If there is ever a song to know all the words to, it would be the National Anthem. Heck… get a teleprompter if you have to. And did she really have to go there on that last note? Don’t try to go all Whitney Houston on us here Christina. I’m a fan of yours. Really I am. But when Lea Michelle is better than you… it’s just sad.<br />
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5:35 Kick off – and We’re off. Oh wait… that’s horse racing. <br />
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5:44 FIRST commercial break:<br />
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Bud Light kitchen make-over. You guys spent a lot of money for nothing. That’s a fail.<br />
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Doritos Pug attack. I think this may have been like a winner of a contest. You usually can’t go wrong with a cute dog, but: Blah.<br />
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Audi: This actually had some thought behind it. Clever. <br />
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5:50 SECOND commercial break:<br />
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Doritos: Wow. Did he just suck that man’s fingers? And sniff that other man’s pants? Okay. That was better than the pug, but I feel somewhat dirty now and it has nothing to do with nacho cheese residue.<br />
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Chevrolet Cruze: Chevy missed the mark with this one. Am I getting too cynical? I am expecting more and so far, epic fail on the commercial departments.<br />
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Pepsi: Ick. I say this probably because I HATE Pepsi. H-A-T-E it. Really. But this just wasn’t all that. Keeping my hopes up that they are saving the better ones for later.<br />
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5:56 THIRD commercial break:<br />
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Bud Lite spoof of Three Musketeers movie and product placement. That was better than the kitchen make-over, but that is not saying much.<br />
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8:44 FOURTH commercial break<br />
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Chevy Truck: Okay… the first commercial to make me laugh out loud. Nice throwback to the old Lassie days.<br />
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Movie: Faster & Furiouser? Oh. Five Fast. I guess I had to have seen the first four in order to appreciate the commercial. Or that Dwayne Johnson<br />
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Ashton Kutcher is behind Laura Bush. Hoping she doesn’t get punked<br />
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A-Rod apparently can’t feed himself. Nice that Cameron is there to help out. <br />
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Packers score first. Much to my dismay.<br />
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6:02 FOURTH commercial break:<br />
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Pepsi Max: Still no. I cannot think of a way that Pepsi could make a commercial that would make me want to buy and drink their product. Have I mentioned that I hate Pepsi? This was better than the last one, but what is it with Pepsi and hitting people?<br />
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Doritos- Dead fish. Who knew Doritos had the power to restore life? Bringing Grandpa back was rather epic.<br />
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Hyundai Elantra. That didn’t do much for me… and I own a Hyundai<br />
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I don’t count the Fox show commercials<br />
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6:05 FIFTH set of commercials:<br />
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Movie trailer for Cowboys & Aliens. You know, when I first saw this ad a few months ago, I thought it was a joke. It apparently is not a joke. It has Daniel Craig in it and I love Daniel Craig. But I’m not so sure about this movie. Probably a rental.<br />
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Kia’s one epic ride. That cost a lot of money. Good use of a tagline though.<br />
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6:08 Packers score again. And there’s a flag on the play? There was no reason for a flag. I don’t think that was excessive. My Steelers may be in trouble here.<br />
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6:09 SIXTH set of commercials:<br />
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Eminem for Brisk Ice Tea. Because Slim Shady doesn’t want to do a beer commercial? This may not be the best marketing of his brand. Ice Tea? Really? At any rate, claymation Eminem is not really any better than the real thing. But maybe a little cuter.<br />
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6:16 SEVENTH commercial break<br />
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Bridgestone Tire. That was pretty clever. It took me a while to get what the commercial was for, but clever.<br />
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Go Daddy. So far the best use of celebrity – and I’m not talking Danica Patrick or Jillian Michaels, but Joan Rivers. That was fun. Even though I really hate Go Daddy commercials.<br />
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Steelers finally on the board.<br />
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6:23 EIGHTH commercial break<br />
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Budweiser: It’s the CLYDESDALES! But not really. I am hoping for a better Clydesdale commercial coming up. However, the fact that this is using Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer” is pretty classic.<br />
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Telaflora commercial with Faith Hill: Pretty good. Nice rack. Let’s us know where men’s minds really are. Not a surprise there.<br />
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Movie Trailer: Transformers again? Okay. I liked the others, so I’ll give it a chance. But probably as a rental. <br />
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Hey! John Travolta & Ron Howard are in the house. How did they get tickets, I wonder?<br />
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6:26 NINTH commercial break<br />
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BMW – Please buy our cars. We’re helping the economy here. We have plants all over the country. Okay… at least in the south and the west coast.<br />
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Motorola Xoom. Apparently better than the IPad, which is just a cookie cutter gadget. The Xoom makes you take the stairs. Buys flowers for girls and doesn’t listen to Ipods. The Xoom makes you an individual… and makes girls not listen to their Ipods either.<br />
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BMW (part Two) Smog is bad. Bad smog. Bad. The diesel Beemer is better for the environment. Of course, you still can’t afford one… but if you could, they’d have the car to buy.<br />
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6:31 TENTH commercial break<br />
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Coke commercial: Is it Lord of the Rings? No… its COKE. It vanquishes the Orcs and creates fireworks. It cost a lot of money and the only reason I am not completely slamming it is because it is Coke, which is better than Pepsi any day.<br />
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Movie trailer for Thor: Natalie Portman? Really? <br />
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VW mini Darth Vader: BEST. COMMERCIAL. EVER. At least, so far. Hilarious. How can you go wrong with a little kid in a Darth Vader costume? <br />
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6:39 ELEVENTH commercial break<br />
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Snickers: Richard Lewis & Roseanne Barr. Okay… I laughed here. Anything that knocks Roseanne on her keister.<br />
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Career Builder: Chimps make bad drivers… and bad commercials.<br />
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Movie trailer: Super 8. I have no idea what this movie will be about. <br />
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6:49 TWELTH commercial break:<br />
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Onstar: They can give you Facebook statuses now… because that is important when you are driving.<br />
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Movie trailer: Capt America: This makes me happy. I’d like to see more.<br />
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CarMax: That was cute. It was a little too fast to blog about, but clever.<br />
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6:57 FINALLY the Steelers get a TD. It only took them until 39 second left in the first half. <br />
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And now… HALF- TIME<br />
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Black Eyed Peas - Dropping from the ceiling is AWESOME. That may be the end of the awesomeness of this show though.<br />
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I Gotta Feeling. I Gotta Feeling the sound engineers should get the mics working. I am all about live performances and no lip synching… but it really means the sound guys get the mix right. How hard can this be? You’re playing a track and have four wireless mic units to run. Epic Fail on the sound guys. They shouldn’t get paid.<br />
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BOOM BOOM POW – It’s a Tron half time show. LED outfits are pretty cool. Not Winter Olympics cool, but cool nonetheless.<br />
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Really… get the freakin’ mics working.<br />
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SLASH!! But… why is Fergie singing Guns & Roses music? Why is she trying to dance around Slash? You don’t get your groove on with Slash! That’s sacrilegious. <br />
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USHER! His mic works. Sorta. He can get his grove on though. <br />
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And now… the floor says Love. And the sound issues are still there… and the show is over.<br />
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People either loved or hated that halftime show. The sound engineers should probably never be hired for a live event again. <br />
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7:36 Back to commercials- THIRTEENTH commercial break<br />
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Cars.com. Blah.<br />
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Etrade Baby. Love these commercials. Still like the Ipad one better, but this was worthy of a giggle. Who doesn’t love babies talking and getting measured for a suit by an Italian designer? Only Nazis.<br />
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Best Buy. Ozzie and the Biebers. Now this was fun. I hate that they want to put Ozzie out to pasture and let the Biebs take over, but a great commercial. And I hate the Biebs. Was that Justin Timberlake at the end?<br />
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I may have missed some commercials as the puppy had to be taken outside and there are just some things one should not delay. Puppy potty breaks are one of them.<br />
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7:50 FOURTEENTH commercial break<br />
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Elantra. Still not exciting. Still not going to buy that car. Will keep my Santa Fe.<br />
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Groupon. Tim Hutton? Really? That was the best you can do? I don’t think I even knew there was a Tibetan food group category.<br />
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Coke. We’ll bring peace to the world, if you’ll just let us. The border guards have nothing but love for each other now. Loved this commercial. But then again, I love Coke. Have I mentioned that?<br />
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7:53 FIFTEENTH commercial break<br />
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Stella Artois. Adrian Brody sings in a nightclub. Makes me want to snap my fingers over and over, smoke foreign herbal cigarettes and wear dramatically black clothing. And rhyme. Doesn’t make me want to buy a beer though.<br />
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Carmax. Thing of the past ad. That was great fun. Enjoyed the panicked feeling of this generation not understanding full service at a gas station. Dang. I’m old.<br />
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Simon Cowell is back? Why?<br />
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8:01 SIXTEENTH commercial break<br />
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What does Detroit know about luxury? I give up. They don’t have much in the way of a football team. Hey… it’s a Chrysler commercial. Do they even still make Chryslers? Apparently so. Is that Eminem? Driving a Chrysler? I really do not think he is all that bad@$$ any more if he drives a Chrysler and drinks Lipton Brisk tea. <br />
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8:22 SEVENTEETH commercial break<br />
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NFL. Best Fans Ever. May shoot to the top of Best. Commercial. <br />
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Jack in the Box. An American Jack Combo. This would be a great commercial except for the fact that all the Jack in the Box restaurants in middle TN have closed. Sad.<br />
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Arbys. They serve fish now? Fail. They only serve Pepsi products. I will order their roast beef and drive across to the McDonald’s for a Coke.<br />
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8:32 EIGHTEENTH commercial break<br />
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Movie trailer: Rango. Who isn’t going to love this? Johnny Depp playing a lizard. Not that far a cry from Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, if you think about it.<br />
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Cars.com Talking cars. I have yet to see an impressive car commercial.<br />
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Bud lite. Dogs as wait staff. This is awesome. Dogs playing poker… does it get any better than that?<br />
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8:35 NINETEENTH commercial break. <br />
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Sonata hybrid. Better than the other Hyundai commercials.<br />
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Pepsi commercial. Okay, this was funny and you know how I hate Pepsi. Another example of how men and women are truly different and think on different planes. Still won’t buy the product.<br />
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Movie Trailer: Rio. Cute animated film… with apparently a big booty involved.<br />
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8:44 TWENTIETH commercial break:<br />
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Bridgestone – so much better than the last Bridgestone commercial.<br />
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Go daddy. I hate these commercials. I always have. <br />
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VW Beetle. Oh Black Betty, Bam-a-Lam. Love it. It’s a bug and I like it. This is monumental because I hate bugs. The insects, not the car. I learned to drive a stick shift on a VW Beetle.<br />
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8:47 TWENTY-FIRST commercial break:<br />
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Mercedes Benz. With Janis Joplin? Classic. So why did you have to ruin it with P Diddy? This was an awesome ad, P Diddy appearance notwithstanding.<br />
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House Commercial. I said I wouldn’t include these… but that was CLASSIC!! Love the play off the old Mean Joe Green commercial.<br />
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8:57 TWENTY-SECOND commercial break<br />
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Camaro. I used to own a Camaro. I never looked like those women. But I sure drove it fast. Man, I loved that car!<br />
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Verizon guy is back!! Yay. We can still hear you too. The best decision I made was to change to Verizon. Have I ever mentioned that?<br />
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Movie Trailer:Limitless. De Niro. That may be worth it.<br />
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Skechers. With Kim Kar??? No thank you. If I had ever thought to buy those shoes, I have just made the decision to pass on them.<br />
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9:09 TWENTY-THIRD and final commercial break<br />
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Etrade Baby – flu shot with the cat. Awesome. <br />
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Okay… I’m going to move over to Hawaii 5-0 because my team lost and I will enjoy a H50 rerun better than these commercials.<br />
No Clydesdales= Lame.Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-49396393842957538022011-01-26T09:42:00.000-06:002011-01-26T09:42:10.428-06:00Snow DaysFINALLY... I have my camera whilst there is snow. The last couple of snow storms we have had, my baby brother had my camera and was out of town. So now... I can share with you this:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cardinal at our bird feeder</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Holly Tree in our front yard</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful snow covered tree in our neighbor's backyard</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think this may be my favorite show of all... Daddy & Momma Cardinal</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the bird bath...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Momma chillin' in the snow...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Momma at the bird bath</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The new puppy - Bella - enjoying the snow</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Enjoy the day wherever you are!Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-26231559303514130352011-01-19T22:43:00.000-06:002011-01-19T22:43:52.830-06:00Just Stuff1. I love Sonic ice. I don't know why I love it, but I do. I think it is because I can munch on it without breaking my teeth. I love Sonic ice so much that sometimes I get an extra large cup of ice that will last me almost through the workday. I may be a little weird.<br />
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2. In my perfect dream house, I will have an automatic ice maker. It will make Sonic ice. I may be a little obsessed.<br />
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3. I just heard Little Jimmy Dickens sing these words: "May the Bird of Paradise fly up your nose." He turned 90 and had a birthday celebration. He used to come into the Sears store where I worked as a teenager and bought things from me. He is very short. He would have been about 60 years old then. I have just aged myself. <br />
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4. I cannot believe I worked at Sears 30 years ago. I may need to cry for a minute.<br />
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5. I also worked at the Opryland theme park. I miss Opryland. I really, really do.<br />
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6. My boss totally rocked today. Why? Because he had a deposition in Goodlettsville yesterday and I told him about Chef's Market... which is one of the best eating establishments in the middle Tennessee area... and he went there and spent a LOT of money buying a wonderful lemon cake and bringing it into the office. I ate some today after lunch. I promptly fell into a sugar coma and I may never come out of it.<br />
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7. I love Hawaii 5-0. The old show was great but the new show is wonderfully written and shot in a great nitty-gritty kind of way. I would move to Hawaii to work on that production team. I would probably move to Hawaii for other reasons too.<br />
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8. Item number 7 may interfere with my plans to move to Montana. I have never been to Montana, but I want to live there. The pictures are beautiful. <br />
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9. I have never broken a bone in my body. I am now frantically looking for some wood to knock on. I would be happy to live my entire life without breaking a bone in my body. <br />
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10. This semester's classes already feel better than the last semester. It has only been a week since I started class, but I don't feel the need to crawl into a cave and cease to exist like I did last semester. <br />
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I think ten items is enough for now.Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-83058102111809438232011-01-14T20:03:00.003-06:002011-01-14T20:35:53.430-06:00Yep... it's been a whileThe past few months may have been some of the most difficult months I have endured in a while. I was so overwhelmed with school that I really imploded. I took nine hours of classes on top of starting a new job with a new law firm. <div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>It was beyond taxing. I found that I got up in the morning at 5:30a to get to work by 7:00a and work until 4:00p. Then I would get home by 4:45p, eat a quick bite for dinner and begin schoolwork/homework, etc by 6:00p. That would typically go into about 1:00a and the cycle would start all over again. Unless it was the weekend... in which I hit the turbo thrusters and stayed up until 3 or 4a, sleep until about 9a and start the process all over again. </div><div><br />Insane. It was completely insane. It was so insane that I am not sure what occurred during the last semester as far as anything else in the world was concerned. </div><div><br />Have I learned my lesson? Yes. I've learned a few. The first being that I will not take nine hours and work full-time. Sorry... I'm just not the young girl who has the ability to do that sort of thing anymore. </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Second... I have to keep a balance in my life. I only see my friends through Facebook. Seriously. Therefore, I will make a concerted effort to get out of the house and see actual live, breathing people this semester. </div><div><br />Third... no procrastinating the homework this semester. This happened last semester mostly because I was always working on some project or another and I really spent the semester putting out the fire that was close enough to burn me. </div><div><br />This semester I will be taking two classes. I already feel like I can breathe easier. </div><div><br />Our family did lose and gain a member during the semester. On the Saturday before Thanksgiving, our 10 year old toy poodle developed a heart condition that was going to be a chronic problem and we chose to put him down. This was especially difficult for my father, who really adored that dog. </div><div><br />So, two weeks later, I searched for a replacement dog. I tried a few rescue places and found other poodles, but they were all aged and we just did not want to get too attached to another dog that might not be around that long. </div><div><br />Off to Craigslist I went and found a wonderful little miniature pinscher puppy down in Chattanooga, Tennessee. We contacted the owner, made the arrangements and the next day I drove to Chattanooga and picked up Bella.</div><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562234481633528050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfx6UuqvZCYc8MSA_tIUSAYOPRFX-ltvSqc65_f1uLNScw_S0b1bhgx3kDouU58mmBgYwh6tvOVh8IUqNCqmIpRQZIvN8Egba29QRxVJThuWX3LD6cEvvUY6jHwrnB-93lBWyoBw/s400/new+puppy+007.JPG" /><br /><div></div>She's captured our hearts. And most importantly... we ALL love this dog. The last one was not as thoroughly loved by all members of the family. Here is Bella with Dad...<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562234483792371058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6RN2FVUP8TLPMq2P9wXIRC3AKFoJ6DpA8xOz_ZzgtqjebRAe1GqyAJ0YiexAewmmuQj7DAfw9Da2gUfFJfYYMTMn-78qOkPhv8RLkCJ5XCB5KGFPlFAH1yNbvM32OZCJie8pkJg/s400/new+puppy+020.JPG" /><br /><br />So... we have enjoyed getting Bella accustomed to our home life and she has made the transition really well.<br /><br />And now... back to the books.Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-50151835666196701792010-09-16T21:08:00.003-05:002010-09-16T21:11:25.275-05:00Automatic Toilets are of the DevilSo… I’m living in a crazy time of my life right now. I started a new job and I am taking three classes this semester.<br /><br />I may have lost my mind.<br /><br />Seriously.<br /><br />I did this all at the same time. I started the new job on a Monday and started college classes the next Monday. It is a good thing I went to Arkansas between the two jobs. I am not sure when I will be able to travel again. Hopefully, mid-December after finals.<br /><br />So, my new job is, of course, in a new office. The funny part is that my new office is about 1.3 miles from my old one.<br /><br />Apparently, the building owners at my new office are passionate about automatic bathroom features. Everything is operated by motion detectors… the soap dispenser, the paper towel dispenser, and the toilets. These features eliminate the need for hundreds of hands (with millions of germs) to touch the same fixtures.<br /><br />I get the point of automatic features. However, the toilets are freaking me out a little bit. They randomly flush with no warning. Let’s say you sneeze… the toilet will flush. You reach over to the toilet paper roll, the toilet flushes. You can turn your head and the toilet will flush.<br /><br />Then… when you stand up… which is when the toilet SHOULD flush. Nothing.<br /><br />You can turn around and wave your arms and nothing happens.<br /><br />I could dance a jig in front of the toilet and it would not flush.<br /><br />I think there is a conspiracy here somewhere, but I’m not looking for it. It may be germy.Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-78794884608362206212010-09-03T22:11:00.005-05:002010-09-03T22:41:04.084-05:00Yes... I'm a Proud Aunt.I am proud of all my nieces and nephew. They are all individually wonderful people. But tonight... tonight we will focus on Joey.<br /><br />He's the only boy. He's taller than I am now. That makes me a little sad. He and I went to see the A-Team movie for his 15th birthday and I let him drive my car back from Mt. Juliet to Smyrna.<br /><br />That made me a little sad too. But, he did a great job.<br /><br />He made the football team at Blackman High School. He's a Blaze. (That's the mascot)<br /><br />I went to and graduated from Smyrna High School. Many, oh so many years ago. I am a Bulldog.<br /><br />Blackman and Smyrna played each other tonight. It is a big rivalry. They were playing to see who would get the number one slot in the state. I decided I would wear a purple shirt, but an orange overshirt. The purple representing Smyrna (Purple & Gold) and the orange for Blackman (Navy and Orange).<br /><br />However... in comparison with the other oranges in the crowd, my shirt was not orange enough. I promise I tried to represent both teams somewhat equally. I was told by two of my nieces that I failed horribly.<br /><br />Oh well.<br /><br />The Blaze kids know how to have a lot of fun. Here are some of the students pre-game. <div><div><br /> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512893263967191842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJiX6e38xi_QRxz1NYkJMDtE30nnTGNzHTWRXZhtYFwTFPBYHtk6b89cK_IURlEAGINiWelYfEF742Sf_pEU8F2q5j31wohK509QWWyGQwke6agqhHYUd3Xb5CjygQW6f4CCjZMQ/s400/SHS-Blaze+2010+013.JPG" /></div><div><br />They were full of spirit.</div><div><br /> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512893273160865234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGeu-rC1W98AnaBmIpM2Qp4ZF2o4Ld_8Zl8uIrF8lNGyobaLrfpuaLXU0rhGyUFOnqFbwp5u3Jo9NvtkgAvc6tsczz8veRcDVQWbSrUI3DZswqIqZJH39gc4xC-TN-vZvvifVLw/s400/SHS-Blaze+2010+016.JPG" /></div><div><br />The Smyrna kids were too. But I wasn't close enough to get pictures of them. They pulled off a pretty cool effect: when the football team hit the field, the SHS kids all threw baby powder up in the air. It looked like smoke (as if they were putting out the Blaze... get it?)</div><div> </div><div>Clever.<br /></div><div>But this... this is what I came here for: my boy Joey!! </div><div> </div><div>(He'd probably want me to say, my Man Joey. But, I can't do that yet.)</div><div><br /> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512894522744130562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPG7hOKTBgvJ8r91znTLsxe_kcAKNDEljeDslVgVxI5kFgtnbjS_D3iMl7_FRowpfsmecGHpjOTWArGGV8Ob3n08pFpRNqeu-Upfa6w50PWlCRg-nRy64YPGdtjrQIP1dXoQKZdA/s400/SHS-Blaze+2010+034.JPG" /><br /><br /><div></div>Number 99!!!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512894530519772898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorfdcOO_9BsxoAyca5Jh1MnS9uO-BUDGkBFBL6UB287bP_SUUom4yEy2n2Eem3avvgxuLYTqnH1r3UHv2AjWVAQYEynXcbvbgcYyeq9rfRiusZAC1cyivNtv9MThSWZjh5WulSQ/s400/SHS-Blaze+2010+039.JPG" /></div><div><br /><br />You can see my Alma Mater represented on the other side there.</div><div>(Insert a quiet Go Dawgs here)</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512894536426788242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ymXpcb06znrRGmD93UbmbuwYfPb8eP0qKWe-fPLIoqqpHmruO5NPbXiV5ZAInArKyE4LFlQfU_qpAeU5QRjxun5lFros_Pqs-zvyfNqRLqtJ7mc6x5-LtuUi3gjuDxPqWjEYMQ/s400/SHS-Blaze+2010+049.JPG" /><br /></div><div></div><div>Smyrna won 24-7!! Oh. Sorry Joey. I mean... Blackman was ROBBED!!</div><div> </div><div> </div>Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-59080047805848608522010-08-29T21:44:00.008-05:002010-08-29T22:04:12.768-05:00It Has Been A Month<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Since the last post, I have vacationed and taken a new job and made it to World Six on the Super Mario Brothers – Wii version. <br /><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">I know you’ve been most anxious to hear that last bit of truth. Let me just say... I have done this on my own. No additional help from the younger generation. <br /><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">I hear you applauding. Thank you. Thank you so much.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">I left my old job for a job with a few less dollars, but with more stability and secured benefits. I traveled to <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:city st="on">Macon</st1:city>, <st1:country-region st="on">Georgia</st1:country-region> to train for this job and found that a past co-worker from our <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Memphis</st1:place></st1:city> office was going to be working for this new firm as well. We were able to go through training together and have dinner together. It was wonderful to get there and know somebody!! <br /><br /><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">I got back home and started working at my new office… but I arrived there before my desk did. So… for the first two weeks, I have worked from a computer sitting atop a card table. It’s a little wobbly… but that’s okay. It is a little like working on a cruise ship. The good news is that my desk arrives tomorrow (Yay!!) and it will hopefully allow me to not face the back wall (I feel like I’ve been in time out for a couple of weeks) and will let me get a little more organized. I am so looking forward to it.<br /><br /><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">The people I work with have been great! They are very easy to get along with a very helpful in showing me how to use their system. I am waiting to that first paycheck to arrive, and it really could not get here quicker. Because I took a week off between my two jobs, it has been awhile since I have seen any money and I have had to purchase college textbooks (never cheap) and dip into my savings account.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">I am just glad that I had a savings account to dip into!<br /><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">That brings me to the quick jaunt over to <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Arkansas</st1:place></st1:state> to visit my favorite aunt and uncle. Okay, okay… they are my ONLY aunt and uncle… but are my faves anyway! They were in the process of purchasing a new home in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Hot Springs Village</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">Arkansas</st1:state></st1:place> and I am so glad I got to go see it. It is a beautiful home set on a golf course. I cannot wait to make that trip now that they have finalized the paperwork and are starting to move in!! I will post pictures when Blogger lets me. For some reason, it is taking a very long time to download. I'm not patient enough to wait.<br /><br /><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></o:p><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Finally, I am starting back to college again. My classes start tomorrow and I am taking three courses this year… Intro to Non-profit Management, Public Relations and Technical Writing. I am hoping that the three courses don’t just completely wig me out. However, if I am not on here too much, that will certainly be the reason why!!</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br />I have to go now… I need to get back to Super Mario Brothers!! </span></p>Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-81492425860181070192010-07-26T15:47:00.001-05:002010-07-26T15:48:14.340-05:00Playing a Little Catch Up!!The last time I blogged, I took you on a small tour of the various items in my backyard. I am happy to say, we have not added anything since the last shopping spree. However… my aunt and uncle will be here for an overnight visit on Wednesday. I am hoping to use my new Wii to keep them so busy there will be no time for shopping and seeing what else can be added to the collection.<br /><br />There have been some new things going on in my little world, so here I am to update you on life in general:<br /><br />1. PROBLEM: Not long after the yard ornament take-over occurred, we began seeing quite a bit of squirrel activity on the bird feeders in our yard. Now, before you admonish me about how squirrels need food too… let me explain that we have plenty of acorns and other tree bits of sustenance for the squirrels. But, we love our birds. That’s why we have feeders. The squirrels are no respecter of bird feeders and they have taken to scattering the birds away and feasting on the feeders themselves.<br /><br />SOLUTION: BB/pellet gun. The maternal unit and I spend a goodly amount of time on the back porch with said implement of destruction within reach and… well… we pop those little suckers of with great regularity. The birds love us for it. The squirrels… not so much. The maternal unit and I could be considered in some circles as Annie Oakley. We get our squirrels every time! It is actually pretty fun. Again… before you alert PETA… be aware that the BBs/pellets do not kill the animals, but instead run them off. AND… they are wary enough that when we step out the back door, they scamper away. Typically before we reach the gun.<br /><br />2. NEW JOB: I went on my first job interview in about 12 years a few weeks ago. I was not as nervous as I thought I would be. The great part is that I got the job!! Things at my office had been a little difficult in the past couple of years and business has dropped off a good bit. I just felt like I needed some stability. So, as of August 16 I will be an employee with the staff counsel’s office for GEICO insurance in Brentwood, Tennessee. Very excited about this new chapter in my life. Plus, I get to spend a couple of days in Macon, Georgia at the GEICO office learning the ins and outs of the company. Good times!! It will be really hard to leave my friends here at White & Rhodes, but I think this is the best decision for me.<br /><br />3. The Fauna are Taunting Me with their Sexual Escapades. Take a look back up to number one and our issue with the squirrels. I have found there is one reason not to shoot the squirrels. I cannot seem to make myself pull the trigger if the little nymphos are “doing it”. Apparently, word has gotten out in the squirrel community… as the little buggers seem to enjoy “doing it” in the very tree with our main bird feeder.<br /><br />And… it isn’t just the squirrels that are taunting me. On Friday, I left my office to go home from work. As I approached my car, I saw what I thought was a very large butterfly on my driver’s side window. I figured it would float away as soon as I came near, or at least opened the door. Alas. It did not. More alas… it was not a single butterfly, but apparently a male/female butterfly.<br /><br />Guess what they were doing? YES! Taunting me with their sexual nature. They didn’t move off the window either. I hated to interrupt them… but I had somewhere to be. I moved my car slowly out of the parking lot and they finally realized a white Hyundai Santa Fe was not the most conducive spot to make whoopee.<br /><br />I just said make whoopee. I feel like I’m on the Newlywed Game!!<br /><br />4. Wii. I bought a Wii. Yes. Yes I did. I bought a Wii and a Wii Fit Plus board and I am a MASTER at Rhythm Kung Fu. I’m just saying! I love this Wii. It is great fun. The maternal unit and I are using this to exercise and we are enjoying it. The maternal unit apparently has little hula-hoop experience – as she almost threw her hips out of line with that game – but she can Kick. Butt on the bowling game. Seriously. I have YET to win a game against her… and that is a really sad thing to admit.<br /><br />However… she apparently has no concept of the fact that the Wii bowling game is played in the confines of our very own living room. I say this because every time she plays… she “throws” the ball and then she takes three steps out and away from the lane. Next thing I’m going to do is buy her a bowling shirt and shoes to make her experience complete.<br /><br />Lest you think I’m a complete wuss… I kill her in tennis!!!<br /><br />I also reverted to the old days and purchased the Super Mario Brothers game. Don’t ask me which incarnation… I can’t remember. I just know that I can spend HOURS on that thing. Literally. I cannot stand it to not reach my goal. So… after a few days of desperation… I called in my backup – namely my 15-year-old nephew, Joey, who got me through the second castle and onto level 2, where we made it to that second castle before our eyes completely crossed and our thumbs were numb!<br /><br />I love my nephew. He rocks. Plus, he’s taller than me now, which makes me feel small and old. But that’s another topic for another day.<br /><br />Stay tuned for all the fun that is the fun!!Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-34763818518756062812010-06-23T21:21:00.014-05:002010-06-23T23:39:19.071-05:00Just More StuffLast week, the maternal unit went to Arkansas to visit her sister. Every time we called, we were interrupting them from the same thing.<br /><br />Shopping.<br /><br />Shopping, shopping, shopping.<br /><br />The maternal unit and the aunt are consummate shoppers. They look for and find wonderful bargains. These few days were no different.<br /><br />What did they find, you ask? Stuff.<br /><br />Just. More. Stuff.<br /><br />More. Stuff. that would go in the yard.<br /><br />More. Stuff. that would one day fill a garage sale.<br /><br />More. Stuff. that we would have to move around to mow. Except the maternal unit actually has placed all the More. Stuff. around the fence, so it won't interfere with the mowing.<br /><br />Of course, all the More. Stuff. has been relocated four or five times this week.<br /><br />Now... I give you...<br /><br />More. Stuff. (In no particular order)<br /><br />This is some sort of iron butterfly. (Not the 70s rock group... they are a completely different topic for a completely different time) I am not sure what the purpose is for the iron butterfly sculpture thingy... except that it makes the maternal unit happy.<br /><br />See that bird feeder in the background? That is another item. It has been relocated many a time and many a different height. The evil squirrels in my yard love it too. But again... another story for another time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486179974121340162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qkX-LhLoG8rObm9qUn80KPBDjFYsnwvMm1Bsb0fq6bQy9QtzGmgt7xebnCRpT-OVaSnnzRvU9Hmji_P7WlZWxL2WyJMQ-f9d0PygVgM51Zo3ljOezXc9oVncNNtsB3GFE1HU1Q/s400/yard+stuff+038.JPG" /> </p><p>Look here. These are solar paneled lights. They come on after dark. They glow. They are all over the yard.<br /><br /></p><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJB-1_6YUJUc-tid1gkx1ZNHdbzVcc-prdjRaBq_yXqoLNiiSQ5Gg6NQVQ06v6aZISIRu0TePJQshyphenhyphenVWen1xeka-1oe3VslooKBTPoJxBxWyONbcUQB2zTDZN8hThJm0tU9PNi4Q/s1600/yard+stuff+034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486179961344916818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJB-1_6YUJUc-tid1gkx1ZNHdbzVcc-prdjRaBq_yXqoLNiiSQ5Gg6NQVQ06v6aZISIRu0TePJQshyphenhyphenVWen1xeka-1oe3VslooKBTPoJxBxWyONbcUQB2zTDZN8hThJm0tU9PNi4Q/s400/yard+stuff+034.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />This is what they look like when they are glowing...<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486162889341761922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkHotY4lxzpOLKUXYzyMHHhtdbqDMro-xkqkCht0P1iHKwslT8MyrG1vlu0ulrpMhqiUD09q-8lswAQExFY97a10e9PEmkbOliqUT9XUKa_h1gRDrYFC1CvV4WaNIaFMMXUAGBdw/s400/yard+stuff+007.JPG" /><br /><br /><br />This is a gazing ball. It's green and made of glass.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh99r4iHnpIPIchuoXyRfcsSkusECdzG_RRJJeuPfdr3VaDgFogVvxxiNHFaQUXByZdH4oY6uyJIw4CudS5pr8Z5MR_332SyYEIjh7cTJWzuUsOmxVEtDZb_HEnJhbBXRKR2CgAQg/s1600/yard+stuff+035.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486179944151498130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh99r4iHnpIPIchuoXyRfcsSkusECdzG_RRJJeuPfdr3VaDgFogVvxxiNHFaQUXByZdH4oY6uyJIw4CudS5pr8Z5MR_332SyYEIjh7cTJWzuUsOmxVEtDZb_HEnJhbBXRKR2CgAQg/s400/yard+stuff+035.JPG" /></a><br />It bears only slight resemblance to this gazing ball, which is silver. At least they are both round. They are not located in the same place in the yard.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486173081041280578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzADWN3gxLJcF3ipwyGc-Q-OOl6Nq5EPPsoYmbRaG1aTBQBG-huAN9VjkHIvuDpQs45ok07X1wMICmPWlN3zt6kxGJV-n1TXjtcALSS7d5t3sqwKliA8xNdj-VjTFv5fIQqDYSw/s400/yard+stuff+029.JPG" /><br /><br /><br />This is a pretty and colorful banner. I don't mind it so much because I love cardinals (the bird... not the sports team from Kentucky... there is only one sports team from Kentucky, and it is more fearsome than a cardinal. But that is another story for another time.)<br /><br /><br />Cardinals remind me of my maternal grandfather. He used to paint pictures of them. He painted pictures of robins and blue jays too... but the cardinals were his best and my favorite.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG9BuKw1uoajp2xCO61RbqXzcK4cUgDUrfHXUWB1UvmkTE3xmzZYArygeQuYqNlw-1-fXzv4t457gvlaJCdW3ar7bhe4pv1w6hBoszcjeJtsErMCT7RO6_HjtCciv9ein9J-f_sg/s1600/yard+stuff+032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486179931848138130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG9BuKw1uoajp2xCO61RbqXzcK4cUgDUrfHXUWB1UvmkTE3xmzZYArygeQuYqNlw-1-fXzv4t457gvlaJCdW3ar7bhe4pv1w6hBoszcjeJtsErMCT7RO6_HjtCciv9ein9J-f_sg/s400/yard+stuff+032.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Look!! A birdbath. We have like three or four of them throughout the yard.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIMjGMi4aOLDIq-kUsivOrA_WA2B4dkeR09E3e6_F-EYwdD4rKm4ie8bQ4bKXMoDlPErZ2HzhjTYjPvGYJAr4aLPxVq5Df7_ihyphenhyphenK9kwa3OAJut-GBEtv0UZP10brZQ4MtgZynqYg/s1600/yard+stuff+031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486177282819893970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIMjGMi4aOLDIq-kUsivOrA_WA2B4dkeR09E3e6_F-EYwdD4rKm4ie8bQ4bKXMoDlPErZ2HzhjTYjPvGYJAr4aLPxVq5Df7_ihyphenhyphenK9kwa3OAJut-GBEtv0UZP10brZQ4MtgZynqYg/s400/yard+stuff+031.JPG" /></a><br />Look... another one. There is one in the front yard too. I don't mind birdbaths so much. Mostly because I enjoy watching the birds frolick in the water. They are cute when they are flapping around in there.</div><div></div><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486173060962671826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-QFyeO1YIgDNa_gZLC5Uy7FuW70lBh2yJ9g8DKvkvoGO5oTcNw08GNsw2V1C3u1tP0-54n5FaxbZX0BAyO-5_H6F4a7aetizFM41l5QMxEoJ902d3_0-aNZV5MkGZsSv_Zn_xA/s400/yard+stuff+027.JPG" /><br />The maternal unit paid a dollar for this piece of art. Why? Because it is broken. She probably hot glued that thing back together.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1q2Zx02u0CtNQZA9eUrk08LTEhq0THuwuPR8yuZjGQt946IJtxx6WE6ZFeHDkeIoLSMp4Ogj-UfP2azCgDkDSK1tBG8ukdIOloZXv_pDPnZq6xLBrKVYb6pyOAZkF1LSmDvuNw/s1600/yard+stuff+030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486177254259551650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1q2Zx02u0CtNQZA9eUrk08LTEhq0THuwuPR8yuZjGQt946IJtxx6WE6ZFeHDkeIoLSMp4Ogj-UfP2azCgDkDSK1tBG8ukdIOloZXv_pDPnZq6xLBrKVYb6pyOAZkF1LSmDvuNw/s400/yard+stuff+030.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Iron bird house.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcbRQ6JkxLejjcrFsoIkE6ydTs5EoNxau5ZlXDirniDTdaPEIANd1_nCFQkWW4-KAmwPzZdzH3ZCano4YMT3Wotv1kQB1vDHzSQUG7I5HwAjQw1RuQnBjHyyBMZzIZct9lsFuK9Q/s1600/yard+stuff+028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486173073802935442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcbRQ6JkxLejjcrFsoIkE6ydTs5EoNxau5ZlXDirniDTdaPEIANd1_nCFQkWW4-KAmwPzZdzH3ZCano4YMT3Wotv1kQB1vDHzSQUG7I5HwAjQw1RuQnBjHyyBMZzIZct9lsFuK9Q/s400/yard+stuff+028.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Look here... it's another sculpture. Isn't it precious? (Not to be mistaken for the Lord of the Rings reference to The Ring - although Golum might be lurking about the yard and we'd never see him. He's probably hiding in that concrete Japanese temple/house thing we have.)<br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaMb_BQSCbn2GIro7xwq9zadWN_9c28-obN2CWR2aqz5jVs9KKiE_8hr-_Tbye0xoPedaWRbUGUXR7XnxGoiT0_cQ25lU3h3Yy5pr47s0SD8LA6PL4sA5yDsvp2MJhrVDqEQwmZA/s1600/yard+stuff+026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486173047089266738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaMb_BQSCbn2GIro7xwq9zadWN_9c28-obN2CWR2aqz5jVs9KKiE_8hr-_Tbye0xoPedaWRbUGUXR7XnxGoiT0_cQ25lU3h3Yy5pr47s0SD8LA6PL4sA5yDsvp2MJhrVDqEQwmZA/s400/yard+stuff+026.JPG" /></a><br />Here's a cardinal. It is red. It did not come to us red. It came to us in its basest concrete form. However, the maternal unit hit it with a can of red spray paint.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486170627127164866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPdO19rDhGa5y7IQWD3fVdXoaiZG2URoiL6ryrXW3pXUVsBbLQxFOse0aY8Bg97fxe_epZpIIKoWFMwn9_BGmCjLR8Vjv5jfE6AantHEtn0b25vgtV_zxF4A8jUBX-s4MrUWbZUA/s400/yard+stuff+025.JPG" /></div><br /><div>And then, there was this little fellow... No yard would be complete without a frog on a mushroom. Or is this a toad on a toadstool? I cannot tell.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQolLeq1nVbHaFWYY5VeIGLJRN3FhFhQaI8fRyBJE-EWT91D9mcuPnAttvo6V63csUC5a1VkNW0ZRgcwQXKkIW3fqIClmwQPf2cV8Dei0KVDA_m105bZUQRbelfaV1mZKR_Bdd8Q/s1600/yard+stuff+024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486170619084525090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQolLeq1nVbHaFWYY5VeIGLJRN3FhFhQaI8fRyBJE-EWT91D9mcuPnAttvo6V63csUC5a1VkNW0ZRgcwQXKkIW3fqIClmwQPf2cV8Dei0KVDA_m105bZUQRbelfaV1mZKR_Bdd8Q/s400/yard+stuff+024.JPG" /></a> </div><div>One little frog/toad would be lonely. So, apparently, he needed a friend. Apparently his friend needed a hat. Maybe this frog/toad is a girl. I kinda hope so. I would hate to see a boy frog/toad hanging out in the yard in this get up without any reason for it.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486168082993287458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh383eWRZCa21bwgpt_ZllGU0E5Qaq3VJAfRfOwXjtumlW6l5DASueHSg5s0327fUJTGASjsnfJ71Fcue0W7CemM33NnppIaLZ85oeg4qjU-uiCOxrPNzZQQjIFO1R6HkkHQsWxEw/s400/yard+stuff+021.JPG" /><br />No yard would be complete without a planter in the shape of the female form.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLABcds9FIDGgBG-g_uC7TXhRzAMbJLg32L9gxkraiLeavu5q2pQKMNB2UCiYP3HmeUBMMcQ2pR4HUyCnwWb38pROwQnSp3zRFNevXVs8rpvGmkzO_57ow_hS_CP7XExg-11ekTw/s1600/yard+stuff+023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486170600114944002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLABcds9FIDGgBG-g_uC7TXhRzAMbJLg32L9gxkraiLeavu5q2pQKMNB2UCiYP3HmeUBMMcQ2pR4HUyCnwWb38pROwQnSp3zRFNevXVs8rpvGmkzO_57ow_hS_CP7XExg-11ekTw/s400/yard+stuff+023.JPG" /></a><br />Or a male one...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga21MNJc3Q9q_eOQmPaeF5cc0Zn1djs54M7puVy3VSu8pU2ZVaGcDCtQl7cqTwEEarGe-NUPn28ATNVP73MJIDt_wELIi7UaEKRJc9SE3FOXd4k8gMe240YOsxHYZr0YxFEc0n4Q/s1600/yard+stuff+022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486170554311801458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga21MNJc3Q9q_eOQmPaeF5cc0Zn1djs54M7puVy3VSu8pU2ZVaGcDCtQl7cqTwEEarGe-NUPn28ATNVP73MJIDt_wELIi7UaEKRJc9SE3FOXd4k8gMe240YOsxHYZr0YxFEc0n4Q/s400/yard+stuff+022.JPG" /></a><br /><div>We are a patriotic family. We have the solar powered lights to prove it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4hveSAukB_nCDw4bWxYJZ7k7pkzmi7sXFuUyBnMzXhWMhBtgi24PFlbQ7kdFu-W9Qn_hCYY13DcB8WB7b-omhw-FFTUEuqAfnJoUYjph_gO4eRvvmoUo05HL2Umjsa_PbSaEeHw/s1600/yard+stuff+019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486168074429835890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4hveSAukB_nCDw4bWxYJZ7k7pkzmi7sXFuUyBnMzXhWMhBtgi24PFlbQ7kdFu-W9Qn_hCYY13DcB8WB7b-omhw-FFTUEuqAfnJoUYjph_gO4eRvvmoUo05HL2Umjsa_PbSaEeHw/s400/yard+stuff+019.JPG" /></a><br />See... they glow after dark too.</div><div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486162870970732754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy3y02unmOJi8-tB4S9vqPeP1bL6upTZKp1TGNDWjGB-Q3uJYIet6PCVWmZXgN1biojscU0vk3JRRixPP_7mbeum4b1-sKv9DYoR6cDD6nn7LklxAHYx3Xy1OOS6-MYFTAcxCz5g/s400/yard+stuff+003.JPG" /><br /><br />I actually like these wire artsy things. We have three of them. This is elongated...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW52QhekjtC1XUTRH6ujE4yOnPQRc2ogX5TcpD6v-DWzIw9sAUFhVxsExtv0zgumCCV4cVW04BbT7FtrPXnE42mcuTwvCqNEVGFajd06dU6U-frVj53sJYMSuL_a-klIPaK1J4jw/s1600/yard+stuff+018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486168062859339618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW52QhekjtC1XUTRH6ujE4yOnPQRc2ogX5TcpD6v-DWzIw9sAUFhVxsExtv0zgumCCV4cVW04BbT7FtrPXnE42mcuTwvCqNEVGFajd06dU6U-frVj53sJYMSuL_a-klIPaK1J4jw/s400/yard+stuff+018.JPG" /></a><br />And this is more rounded.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgocRlqj-j6ujy46MCeS35fqp4ROw37ZezS4LN8aOSO7LZ0kASUI3un0xQaWv653cetHS-ZCHIryMVhbUQLHVvD_uYovceARZD6UPJ8PURjYPyAZ6jGN-t6ePUoyb9oCwybYq-l8Q/s1600/yard+stuff+017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486168047867732066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgocRlqj-j6ujy46MCeS35fqp4ROw37ZezS4LN8aOSO7LZ0kASUI3un0xQaWv653cetHS-ZCHIryMVhbUQLHVvD_uYovceARZD6UPJ8PURjYPyAZ6jGN-t6ePUoyb9oCwybYq-l8Q/s400/yard+stuff+017.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You'd think we were a "green" family for all the solar operated stuff we now have in the yard. We aren't though. We just throw our garbage out with little heed to where it ends up. However, we do have this solar paneled flower. We have three or four of them. This is what they look like in the daylight.<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486165356627880098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrfJqZYYKcnNiUhyicxdKX-SZ5w4ugfQCYQSBPFPoUOOQ6n2zBgCpHA4HBRdVVymA2npqm1G4pgu4S26GrmrhwLLrxHFGnY1SOMhv65emLEoLwRZ1nY4zny095XHWfwyKg0XnJhA/s400/yard+stuff+016.JPG" /><br />This is the evening look. Everyone ooh and ahh or there may be heck to pay!!</div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486165325848044370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitKT_uDWwbN1XMPFNGscM1BCj6Jf7Bi1o2vvvzyTfZ4CxP81Jpl-0ENIwWEQgMcEaWjUBIiy0NoT_U56m30KFsYzB7R2uu7hHI4OHlms_Q8Cl_sQt1IZuqdGgxXfvBpM_FuiVDCA/s400/yard+stuff+008.JPG" /></div><div><br />Birds. Birds who are seeing no evil, hearing no evil and speaking no evil. I always thought it was monkeys who did that, but what do I know?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBIretBQN5lwa1MEbzvOcmpCBhkKy8Z9DhPz1DGElizSEVylgtciYIX2qI0wDWAYHfQPDzVov02Gi-V-6pqbWIZRuljYtFpumAUn69M_1fb-OPNWtItHR38L-W2YXeRkElSwrfQ/s1600/yard+stuff+015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486165347068950610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBIretBQN5lwa1MEbzvOcmpCBhkKy8Z9DhPz1DGElizSEVylgtciYIX2qI0wDWAYHfQPDzVov02Gi-V-6pqbWIZRuljYtFpumAUn69M_1fb-OPNWtItHR38L-W2YXeRkElSwrfQ/s400/yard+stuff+015.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Forget welcome mats! We just go for welcome rocks!! (Complete with butterfly)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJke980pXqdKFi2dCu967r3-C6BwLmvl7yaubkoRixV6HB0E1xBlgqFka4lDx7X_DkPc0zhJ-S9KgZ-WdHempkfIXkPQJL4TzYudQVPbaMl4MaiVTFYgv1YK52drEoKsTmzzlrUg/s1600/yard+stuff+014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486165341770378130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJke980pXqdKFi2dCu967r3-C6BwLmvl7yaubkoRixV6HB0E1xBlgqFka4lDx7X_DkPc0zhJ-S9KgZ-WdHempkfIXkPQJL4TzYudQVPbaMl4MaiVTFYgv1YK52drEoKsTmzzlrUg/s400/yard+stuff+014.JPG" /></a><br />The final solar powered item... acrylic butterflies. We have three of them. They are not JUST solar powered... they are LED and change colors. I am not posting the different colors here... you will just have to trust me on that one.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivIqEZZIJT4NsZhp0lHi9v5tdWwEcif1ivy8i3s5HBxoRc8b0cMbMjlbdlyVxNrIrRlPzFpi1dWi_xw5CS2kzKuell7eQfMevRSKngaYC1nGOr8ravmYi39yDJfzBv-US9V04ncQ/s1600/yard+stuff+013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486162895567713554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivIqEZZIJT4NsZhp0lHi9v5tdWwEcif1ivy8i3s5HBxoRc8b0cMbMjlbdlyVxNrIrRlPzFpi1dWi_xw5CS2kzKuell7eQfMevRSKngaYC1nGOr8ravmYi39yDJfzBv-US9V04ncQ/s400/yard+stuff+013.JPG" /></a><br />Well. That's it for now. I'm sure I will be adding additional gems as they come about. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-78479934286683047622010-06-18T09:57:00.002-05:002010-06-18T10:03:00.473-05:00Scrubbing Bubbles<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484128293822547330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn_hzTvS3AsCcqy1zh4IWRyctGQDxcL2D5dr7_9CrzwNuue7bA-nc3k9328ECTrchCdsoSCsuWWls-PVC6lHF5VVUOP_pFUfGxSSKXGtmOyXovq1-z34I9wlrgZxbJ6zyoQV4yTA/s400/scrubbing+bubbles+logo.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />I don’t usually endorse products, but for the sake of a fun story, I will endorse this one. I am a fan of the Scrubbing Bubbles Toilet Cleaning Gel.<br /><br />Okay. Actually, I am a fan of anything Scrubbing Bubbles. It started with the commercials first came out on television and I wanted my very own happy bubbles scurrying around my bathtub, toilet and bath sink. Those bubbles were just so darned cute!<br /><br /><br /> Much better than thinking there was a little man in a rowboat hanging out in my toilet tank. Ick.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484128294642377522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSxJqPixGE39TP4oIeYvInYEj9KLVQ-ROGWK7ZV3W-oIIAbqLv6pKjekEuYccXUWGj0uDTejvRGKFhjrotsYQJsKFB_-96rPTcfAatt2JAqYFEhY6iI94HSwlcbRdyTv5h28mSnQ/s400/tidy+bowl+man.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Anyway, I have been using the Scrubbing Bubbles for years now to clean my bathroom. So, when their new product came out, toilet cleaning gel, I was intrigued. On one of my forays to Wal-Mart to purchase household items, I grabbed one of these to try it out.<br /><br />I loved it.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484128298430153858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-FsIYOJWmLN4LD03miNLIZvjwRGwLxeGd8mXUTfpkiXM4LMK5_IahwZtbNI2zTJAzWK9yMx9ZyMA155U7LD53CNYxa-c0YVToHo2YCoD5MzFXN76I8HwshF-mNCIit7LcWO5xQ/s400/scrubbing+bubbles+toilet+gel.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Not so much because it was really keeping my toilet bowl any cleaner than normal, but it did leave a wonderfully fresh and clean smell in my bathroom.<br /><br />I think clean smelling bathrooms are essential.<br /><br />I just bought my second gel stick and applied it to the toilet bowl… and learned a great lesson.<br /><br />If one applies said gel mixture too close to the rim where the water flows into the toilet bowl when one flushes… one will be treated to dancing waters that would make the Bellagio in Vegas proud.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVLSts6yK4TbsjfFjRSha_yGp6grVf7mHl4W6R6fkfCN0dGBr7k-cCk0GWNtbKwHWWJpqdlIIbUpWR9RR53dNTfmFgXKrnjvJkdYe3IVmz58cohgM10X8KpPWOogCgCrSrAWx3w/s1600/bellagio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484128283698502066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVLSts6yK4TbsjfFjRSha_yGp6grVf7mHl4W6R6fkfCN0dGBr7k-cCk0GWNtbKwHWWJpqdlIIbUpWR9RR53dNTfmFgXKrnjvJkdYe3IVmz58cohgM10X8KpPWOogCgCrSrAWx3w/s400/bellagio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Or perhaps, one would have a custom made bidet.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484128287925607122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv2EtUo4hlBURph_tuEnUUlKbXSKgpIPzovgfBP8HiHIvO8K6r86CKdznsV8T2nhR_OlZ2yRJPhWU0fTKSZ6Hcd4Wdk4yHlPzU1DmfChVnr4uHvxGzFRNQ9A-xRpczSnhMcvrwmQ/s400/bidet.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Regardless… water will spurt right up out of the toilet bowl. I am happy to say I did not learn about this until after standing up… or I would have had quite the surprise!!<br /><br />Thank you Scrubbing Bubbles. I feel so European now! </div>Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-7359752590726256952010-06-13T14:55:00.004-05:002010-06-13T15:13:58.360-05:00Have I ever mentioned....... the close resemblance my family has to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Clampett</span> family from the Beverly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hillbilles</span>? No?<br /><br /><div></div><div>Well, okay. We don't have millions in the bank. We haven't struck oil on any property we own. We don't even live in Beverly Hills. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, I don't know exactly what we are. </div><div><br /></div><div>Perhaps we are just ingenious. I think that is what my mother thinks more times than not. </div><div><br /></div><div>Case in point, this:</div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482351236576960898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHz2j7rXhbQ0bMilQccfP1pY_G8kslYWDkrZDkoYrtE7Glve9VDYmliMv6aZtFAOGzwWyFHUffXTGwtbRB90RphEPcv6Tiuw7d8tR4rgLPslvc8SryChSp5_H_QsUZmBR_YheMGg/s400/LLF+w+Earl+003.JPG" /></div><div></div><div>This is what happens to wrought iron after years and years and YEARS of dog pee. Do you notice how there should be three legs to the post? There are only two. One entire leg has rotted away.</div><div></div><div>Makes everyone say <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ick</span>. GO ahead. Say it. I don't mind. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>The cost to replace the five separate wrought iron posts is more than we want to spend at this time. However, we also don't want the carport fiberglass roof to fall down and smack us in the noggins. So, my ever inventive maternal unit came up with this idea:</div><div></div><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482351231263337490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikFPPd7mLYl1fLHTpPgiV3vEN5YqAZg5npDLkk4KA-H_6PMSzmAg1VXHVrxDNh4MxBybaYb_O4GqA09L7fIH3KRr8x3eFtbyOtBTIGKXwKgPf7Mbd7PxUck36OsfmuuT6OuEQNyw/s400/LLF+w+Earl+002.JPG" /><br /><div></div>It's concrete. Its a concrete footing for the post. This particular post is actually the railing leading into the house. That is the main entrance for everyone... so it HAD to be fixed.<br /><br />Thank you, makers of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Quik</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">rete</span>. You have saved the day.<br /><br />Well... you and the maternal unit and apparently a plastic Solo cup.<br /><br />Fear not, dear readers... take a look back at that first picture, and you will notice that once the concrete dries up, we'll paint it green to match the decor.<br /><br />We do have our standards, you know.Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-24986107487941251512010-06-12T23:41:00.007-05:002010-11-07T09:44:58.993-06:00Just Catching Up...<div align="center">Life is just peachy here in middle Tennessee. Well, not really peachy. More like hot. Extremely hot. HELL hot. The humidity is so high that when I walk out the back door to get in my car to go to work (all of about ten feet) I am sweating by the time I arrive to the car.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ick</span>.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Hot and sticky. Two things that I am not excited about. Especially since it is only June. There is still July and August to get through. </div><br /><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ick</span> again. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Then, out of the blue, my nephew turned 15. Okay, it wasn't completely out of the blue. We've seen it coming for a while. He's been counting down the days. He is taller than I am now. That is slightly humiliating. He shaves too. What is that about? This baby to whom I fed his Very. First. Bottle. Ever while the sister-in-law was recovering from C section number three, now shaves and has a driver's permit. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I am looking for a nice walker.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Here is a picture of the 15 year old when he was only 14 (last week) playing ball.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482116971086070866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGfHUhVzC36-l0eEMErn1sIOFjf7VzdSC5qqJzeni7UpS8Shzd1Pl5_UgNh9iWv-TJr8t275qjzdMI5GiiY2SEch4N1HQmwkYBXkY_7iHf6ZYUl5KrtJHFCI0nSoVF0qBAf-LHg/s400/Joey+baseball+game+017.JPG" /></div><br /><div align="center">This is him talking with the first base coach</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482116957196927986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoOA5ZQce6x8_2azW3r7sOSsY3Wj4dX7bI2K7AF88eOrZAH4JoWQ8fX-X2iC2Wi6yVB-15XBSgiLrcI1jQoyXfXqPQ1w6bxgBWTeLMhSbb1XfP2J1KUUBajDI2ebw25v9A9jg3qA/s400/Joey+baseball+game+049.JPG" /> <p align="center">And this is him batting. </p><p align="center">For his birthday, I got him a commemorative UK2K basketball and took him to see the movie The A-Team. It was a great movie. Really! From beginning to end, it did not disappoint. Afterwards, I let him drive my car. Yes. I am the best aunt ever!!</p><p align="center">The other thing I did last week was take my eldest brother (he really is an elder!!) out to <a href="http://lanternlanefarmtn.net/">Lantern Lane Farm</a> in Mt. Juliet, Tennessee. He wanted to meet the owners and the horses too. Here is Earl with Dolly, the walking horse. </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482118671120219522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOkSYftwJ37yLjvCnBJYidRkn5bxarD2LXMYKcawbIoWHliPU6drmVA9DUIaJ5nnvScxQLxR_FmDUAwuS-Jk3Ar7VZDna5Glpa7-D9-w5BqiaN7dCj1-LDasX_rhXH7w7ex8W3A/s400/LLF+w+Earl+005.JPG" /><br /><p align="left"></p><p align="center">Dolly is not in some sort of undercover secret op group. She's just recovering from an eye infection. She wears this mesh "mask" to keep the dirt and flies out while she is in treatment. She's getting eye drops to clear up the infection. </p><p align="center">Now... this week? I will be working out at Lantern Lane Farm getting things a little more organized. Fun, fun, fun!!!</p>Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278616.post-80221313802320228702010-05-25T11:02:00.001-05:002010-05-25T11:03:43.456-05:00Random Thoughts - 5-25-10I love music from all genres. On my Ipod I have all kinds of music from Hard Rock to Worship music and all areas in between. I have Kevin Spacey crooning Mack the Knife and David Bowie’s Space Oddity. I just finished listening to the soundtrack from the musical Chicago and now I am listening to David Bowie’s Young Americans. This morning I bopped into work with Beyonce. Who knows what I will be listening to in 30 minutes?<br /><br />When I eat a Reese’s peanut butter cup and there is a little bit of chocolaty goodness stuck to the bottom of the wrapper… I lick that goodness right off the paper. I don’t care who sees me.<br /><br />My “earthy” self wants to get back to the basics. I want to use paper and glass and not so much plastic. However, plastic is more convenient. My “convenient” self likes plastic. It is a war within me that make little sense. I should stop trying to figure that out now.<br /><br />I actually like being a college student now. This is diametrically opposed to my college experience the first time around. Not that I didn’t have a good time then… but I was a poor student, because I was not serious about it. I am serious about it now. My grades reflect that. I wish I could afford to go back and have a complete Mulligan with the bad grades still abiding on my transcript. Alas… they are not to be erased. If I win the lottery, I will go back and take those classes over and graduate with a 4.0!!<br /><br />I don’t buy lottery tickets. Pretty sure that will negate that last sentence I just wrote.<br /><br />Here’s a conversation I had with my friend Requelle (who has lost all her worldly possessions – and house – in the Great Nashville Flood of 2010) after she was gifted with some money from a group of believers in Florida.<br /><br />Me: So… they gave you some money? That’s great. Let’s go to a movie!! You can pay.<br /><br />Req: What part of “homeless” do you not understand?<br /><br />Me: It’s been all about YOU lately!! <br /><br />Req: If you had called me yesterday, you could probably have talked me into going to Tahiti (Req had a bad day of insurance people/meetings yesterday)<br /><br />Me: Tahiti? Nah. Montana!!<br /><br />Req: The beaches in Tahiti would be great<br /><br />Me: The cowboys in Montana would be better.<br /><br />Req: Surf… sun… beach…<br /><br />Me: Bugs.<br /><br />Req: Hello!!? Montana! Huge bears up there and you are worried about bugs?<br /><br />Me: Yeah, but you can see bears coming at you. Its not like you are going to wake up in the middle of the night and say, Oh… a got a bear bite!<br /><br />Req: You are the most random person.<br /><br />Me: Yes. Yes I am. I will blog about that now.Cbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198617468206993004noreply@blogger.com2