More eavesdropping...

Disclaimer: I swear, I did NOT...repeat...I DID NOT... stage this picture! I was walking by the recliner and just saw this! The last post was just kind of funny... but now I'm starting to get a little worried about Samantha! LOL!

Eavesdropping on the damned...

Some of Sambina's POWs:

Calling all chefs! Calling all chefs!

Your pathetic friend who only has a kitchen because it came with the house is in need of help! My mother-in-law brought me this:



I know it's a squash. She called it a "Patty Pan". Is that what it is? My motto is, "If I can't shove it in a tortilla, then screw it!"

I suppose I can go to Google to find some high-tech recipe for what to do with this thing, but I was hoping one of you creative cooks out there might be able to give me a quick idea for this odd squash. I reckon it will be good for a few days or so. If I don't hear from anyone in time, it may just end up being a good object to fling at passing cars. Help me stay out of jail by sending me some good ideas! he he he. Whoever comes up with something yummy that is not too complicated will receive a surprise from me.

Sweet relief....

I've been grumpy the past couple weeks... mostly because I have been wanting to poke my eyes out with a stick!!! I've been getting these episodes of allergies. Aaagh, they have been driving me nuts! I rub and rub....itch and itch... and rub some more... It has been debilitating! It keeps me from editing my depositions... Actually...it keeps me from doing anything more than scream and rub my face. Remember that scene from Pulp Fiction when Uma snorts the heroine thinking it's cocaine... and she starts rubbing her nose and her eyes roll back in her head??? Well... I felt like a junkie rubbing my nose and eyes like crazy...It was like a bug crawled up there that I couldn't get out...and the burning!!! Oh, and if your name is David or Samantha... you dare not start any sentence off with, "Mommy..." while I'm going through one of these fits.



Samantha came in with her Bathtime Betsy doll and said, "Here, Mommy, this make you feel better," and squeezed the doll's tummy to play her goofy little song. I have to admit...it did make me smile...but not enough to make this burning go away. I broke down and called my doctor begging for mercy...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... sweet relief!!! Life is good again! Thank you, Alcon!!!!

Have you hugged your kitty today?

"Becoming"

There's a song I love...only I don't listen to it often because the CD is in Keith's car. So when I occassionally drive his car, it's the first track I go to...

"Becoming" - by Jewel

"Listen, heart. Listen close -- listen, to the melancholy melody of your own voice. I am weary of my own dreaming. I am tired of waiting, so this time, I'm leaping.

I reach -- beyond myself to see what I find, beyond my mind, there's no time, in this place beyond my sight my heart knows what is not yet seen. I'm witnessing my own becoming.

Lash myself to the mantle of my desires -- I will turn from its temptations, but the wanting takes me higher. I am hurting. Oh, I am not yet born. I am the mother and the father of what is not yet known."

You know.... I am tired of waiting. Tired of being scared to fail... tired of hesitation and deliberation. Today I really will reach...not just dream about reaching. It only gets better from here.

What I love about David....

Buckle up for an emotional roller coaster all centered around a mylar balloon. First he is having a total meltdown because the balloon broke free of its string and is up at the ceiling. Three days later the balloon is losing air and comes down from the ceiling now and then... so here he is jumping up and down and waiting for the balloon to float back down again.... worth about two hours of entertainment.

The Princess is Three...

May I have your attention, please... LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...HER LITTLE MAJESTY SAMANTHA HAS OFFICIALLY BECOME A THREE-YEAR OLD. BOW DOWN IMMEDIATELY BEFORE HER!


On Friday the 8th, we celebrated and ate some interesting cake... (Note to self: check the Jell-O color before mixing it in with the cake mix! Who knew that "Wild Berry" was going to be blue? It made for a lovely shade of mauve though!) One more note to self: Don't decorate a cake while on the telephone, even if you are on a deadline!

While parading around Toys R' Us with her crown and balloon in hand, we spotted the perfect gift to buy with Grandpa David and Grandma Gloria's money! LOL! She got to drive it around for a little while after Daddy lovingly assembled it... but soon it was off to the shop where the battery would charge for the next 18 hours.

Later that evening we took the birthday girl out to the movies where she dumped popcorn on her own head, learned how to make the chair squeak in quite a perverse way, and decided that floor popcorn tastes even better after it's been in your hair... and of course we just had to visit the restroom during the most exciting part of the movie! (Oh, and the kids and I have been dancing around the house singing, "I like to move it, move it," off and on since we left the theater! (On the Madagascar website Click on "Video", then under "Movie Clips", Number 7 is "Move It, Move It!")

Ah, yes... watching my baby girl grow up is proving to be quite the thrill ride!

Happy Birthday, Sammie!!

Happy Freedom!

As viewed at the York Fairgrounds, a lovely show!