I Heart Faces - BLUE

This weeks theme for I Heart Faces is "Blue." I had two pictures to pick from, and it was oh-so hard. So, I finally bit the bullet and picked this one. Enjoy!

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Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me Monday. Started by MckMama, enjoyed by many. Check it out.

It was not me who missed our one year bloggy anniversary, after even being reminded by Rachel forgetting their own 3 year blog anniversary. I did not even comment on her site something about how glad I was that it brought my own impending anniversary to mind. Nope. Not me.

It was also not me who dropped a fully loaded (if ya know what I mean) diaper in the FLOOR while changing Dylan during the first minute of this seasons first episode of NCIS. Nope. I was not sooo into Tony & Ziva that I would neglect a diaper change enough to drop the whole diaper. Not me. (Hey, couldn't Dylan have done his business a little earlier to be more helpful with NCIS scheduling? I thought so, too!)

I also did not watch, and enjoy NCIS: LA with LL Cool J and Chris O'donnel. Can we say hottie alert? Plus I love that little short woman that plays their boss. NO, they will in no way replace Gibbs, Tony, Ziva, McGee, Abby, Ducky, Jimmy or any one else from regular NCIS, but I did not still like it.

Dylan did not place his little plastic farm animals in his huge play-area barn. They did not look ridiculous, yet kinda cute at the same time.

My mother and sister did not have lengthily conversation over whether which animals of the little 6 pack were males or females. That would just be weird.

I did not forget to make a list of things worthy of Not Me Monday throughout the week after deciding I would last week.

I did not do a last minute happy dance when the Red Socks beat the Yankees the other night, because I really DO NOT give a hoot about either team. I just figured the Yankees weren't happy about that, and us southerners like nothing better than an unhappy Yankee. Ahem.

Dylan did not sit on his potty WITH a diaper on, proceed to go number 2, then get up and clap. Half way there, baby boy. Half way there. Next time, let's try it without the diaper, shall we?

Well, sadly, without my list, that is all I can think of right off hand. I am sure I will think of more later, but oh well.

Happy Monday!

Unexpected and Indescribable

Today, I found out that a girl I have known since the 6th grade had been missing since Monday morning after dropping her little boy of at school. He is 7. As it goes with most people after school, you don't always keep in touch, unless you are family or really close friends. Within moments of finding out she was missing, we found out Michelle was found dead. In a refrigerator. By her father. That leaves me with a feeling of indescribable disbelief. How could a daddy have to see such a sight? Why didn't the other rescue searchers find her, instead of him? How much torture can a family take? Who am I to question.

All I know is they just made an arrest a little while ago of her husband, who she was seeking divorce from. I guess he must have not handled it well. I do not know the situation at all, but I know their family, and especially her son, needs prayers desperately. The family is beyond distraught, naturally.
I don't claim to have kept close contact with Michelle over the years since graduation, but my heart is sorrowed for her family this evening, for her seemingly early exit of this world, and for her little boy. I hope justice is brought to this situation, for all involved.

Here is a link to the news site:

www.wsaz.com/news/headlines/60278617.html

True Story Tuesday!

Time for True Story Tuesday!
Brought to you by Rachel & Mr. Daddy @ Once Upon A Miracle.
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After high school, I attended May0 Technical C0llege with some of my besties from high school, plus I got to know several other folks as well. This particular embarrassing story is about me, Renee (new friend) and Anna (old friend).

You see, Renee had this AWESOME car, a T0y0ta Celica. It was baby blue. It had limo black tinted windows. It had a sunroof (which we were liable to hang out of at any given time. *ahem*). It had the stereo system to rock the plaza. Total "hottie" magnet (since that has been the theme for a little while) which was a plus. There was no other car like that in our click, so when you saw it, you KNEW who it was. We were oh-so-stylin' when we were with Renee, which was alot! (Sometimes we would travel in groups, with our shiny cars, tinted windows, ground effects, etc. Reminds me of that scene in cars when the little race cars are following Lightening McQueen in the tractor trailer. Kinda what we looked like. Except we weren't neon. And our cars didn't talk. Moving on.)

One particular afternoon, in between our lull in classes (we sometimes had 2 hour breaks, which we would drive all over town, up and down hollers, and even to the Loretta Lynn Home place, but that is a TST ALL on its own) we were driving around down town, just checking out the happenings and such. Not much going on. We had the air conditioning on, the windows down, the sunroof open. (Oh, at the gas money we wasted!) Then it happened. We saw them.

To our right, there was some kind of coach bus or something (we OBVIOUSLY weren't paying too close attention) and here these guys just came unloading off the bus, one by one. They were so good looking, us girls were actually at a loss for words! (Now that is hard to do for a bunch of 18 year old girls chasing down some hotties!) They all had white shirts on and khaki pants. They just kept coming off that bus. Our jaws were dropped. They kinda looked like this:

I mean, seriously, this hot:

They all smiled at us. Some even winked, whistled, nodded all cool-like. We were seriously drooling. We failed to notice something, though. Other than their good looks, their white shirts and their khaki pants, they had, um, something else in common.

What, you ask, did these fine young men have in common?

THEY WERE CHAINED TOGETHER!

Yes, they were a chain gang on their way to court! We were stopped in the street across from the courthouse, but nothing like the fact that these men were criminals on their way to court had even entered our minds! (No wonder they were so excited to see us, T0y0ya Celica or not!)

You see, when I think of a chain gang of prisoners, I think of this:

Or even this:

But NOT THIS:

We were almost mortified. (Notice I said almost.) Here we are, absolutely DROOLING over these men from God knows where who had done God knows what. So what do 3 respectable teenagers feeling our Wheaties in a cool car with great music flowing from the rolled down windows do?

Why, we start whistling and whooping back at them, of course! (Not my proudest moment, I admit.) We were absolutely DYING laughing all the while, but we live where ya didn't get to see guys this good looking in our parts too often, so we weren't going to let it go to waste, criminals or not! Their correctional officer ( or whatever he was ) finally got his brood across the road, turned and yelled something we couldn't quite understand (probably "Get out of here, you crazy girls!") and we took off like the police were chasing us. When we got back to school, we told everyone what had happened, and of course we were the talk of school for a while. (The fools who hit on the chain gang.) But everyone thought it was stinking hilarious.

Looking back, there is only ONE chain gang prisoner I would ever be interested in:

So, now I have this little pin that means Honorary Member of the Chain Gang.

Okay, I don't. But I found this picture in my chain gang search, and it was too cute not to use it somewhere.

Happy Tuesday Everyone!

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me Monday! Started by MckMama, enjoyed by many!

It is not me who has finally decided to start to jot things down throughout the week so I can remember them come Monday ONLY after MckMama admitted to doing this herself just this week. I am not afraid of being obsessed with bloggy things, so I was not afraid to do this thinking it would be over the top, but if MckMama does it too, that makes it alright, right?

(Seriously, who can remember a WHOLE weeks worth of funny stuff. NOT ME! Ask me something from 10 years ago, I'm all over it. Yesterday? Forget it!)

For starters, I DID NOT forget to mention a big shout out to Sissy Sharon for her 43rd birthday this week. I would NEVER do such a thing as to forget a birthday. I am the birthday party queen around here, so that would surely never happen and Sharon would end up having to eat a store bought -gasp- cake!

I also have not forgotten to email my very very very good friend (even though she is my mom's friend really) back about something and think about it just about every time I shut the computer OFF. Sorry Brenda J. I will probably forget again, but know I love you.

My mom and Aunt Willie did not play phone tag for about 5 days this week. I still do not know for sure if they actually ever spoke with each other! Hope it isn't anything too urgent!

Dylan did not pee in the floor on his way to the bath, and declare, "My, my, my!" at the top of his lungs. Nope. Not Dylan.

On another day of potty training, Dylan did not proclaim the ever-so-close-to-getting-annoying phrase "My My My" as he SOAKED his little panties underwear plum full. He did not proceed to use his shorts we had taken off of him to wipe himself with, either. I mean, he really got into the wiping! It was not all funny UNTIL he did not decide my shoulder must have had some pee on it too, because he then did not come over and start rubbing my shoulder off with his pee-soaked shorts. Nope. Not Dylan. He is not such a boy.

I seriously don't think the pee has made it into the potty once this week. How do a bunch of girls teach a little boy how to pee? The first part should be easy, right? Sit, pee, wipe. Sounds simple. It's not.

Oh, and on a final note, I do not call his UNDERWEAR panties just about EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. My sister does not instantly correct me in a way that makes me feel as though I have broken the law. Some habits are just hard to break.

Happy Monday all!

Tell Me Thursday Friday

Here is my Wordless Wednesday picture:

Here is the original. I did a little cropping and added some text, but the red all was ALL NATURAL! LOL I couldn't help the little "Rosemary's Baby" reference, as my sister and I have been called that MANY times during our life with Rosemary as our mother!

Don't Susie and Uncle Troy (I mean Willa & Carol Jo) look adorable? LOL

Here is how it all started. When we were out at our house watching the surprise slide show I made for Aunt Willie (that, no, I haven't correctly fixed yet Aunt Willie, so sorry!) Dylan collected everyones name tags from the big party, and decided that Susie should wear them!

Back out at Granny's, Susie decided to spread the sticker love!

This one had red eye, too, LOL, but I fixed it!

Happy Thursday Friday everyone!

Tell Me Thursday... To be continued...

Nee Nee Lisa has a splitting headache, so Tell Me Thursday will have to be Tell Me "Late" Thursday "Night" or Tell me "Friday." So sorry. But tune in, because it is really really cute, (Aunt Willie) despite the Rosemary's Baby reference! LOL

Wordless Wednesday

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Happy Wednesday!

Happy 44th Birthday Cuzzin Robyn!

The latest update from lovely Cuzzin Robyn:

Dear Family and Friends,
All I have to say is Praise the LORD!!! Thank you Jesus!!! I can not thank HIM enough for getting me through this last hard chemo...the nurses have assured me that Taxol will be much kinder...for now, I am thankful the "AC" is over...What a way to spend my 44th birthday...a great present indeed...I told my family and friends that I'd be praisin the Lord all over the place when the hard part was over..please keep me in your prayers I've got a long way to go yet...but will make it through on all of your prayers...Love you all family and friends...Robyn

The fourth and final on her 44th!

Posing with her lovely nurse.

"You DO know this is the last one, RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!"

Resting with the peace of knowing God has her wrapped up in his love and care like a warm, comforting blanket.

Happy 44th Birthday, Sweet Robyn.

True Story Tuesday

Time for True Story Tuesday!

And I did the doozie of all doozie's JUST YESTERDAY. All thanks to Rachel's Not Me Monday post. It started it ALL. (If I recall correctly, this makes TWO True Story Tuesday's I have written now that included the family of Rachel & Mr. Daddy. I have enough material on my own, you guys. You don't need to reel me in for more, okay? LOL)

Okay, I read Rachel's Not Me Monday, totally cracked up, had to tell Mom all about it cause she was in the living room, too, and we laughed our hind ends off. Here was the comment I made on her post, and pay special attention to the lime green highlighted area:

Here is the picture of the young guy I was referring too. Not bad, huh? I always went for a little "scruff" on the face.

WELLLLLLLLLLL, THIS was the reply Rachel made on MY Not Me Monday. Notice the highlighted section, once again.

When I read that, my heart skipped a beat, because my brain started reeling and I feared what I thought surely didn't happen just did. Read on. Rachel's comment on her NMM after my comment:

So of course I have to try to save all that is left of my dignity and pride, and plead for the Lord to come and save me!

As I said, first I say he looks like Magnum, now he's a "hottie" that may or may not be of legal age (just for the record I am near blind without my glasses, too, and I am due a new pair of glasses), and my mother and sister ALSO laughed themselves to tears over this whole fiasco, while I wilted of embarrassment in the corner. Well, only for a short while, then I joined in on the snorting and laughing, too, because I just have this way of putting my foot keyboard in my mouth WAY too often. So here's to you, Mr. Rockin' Hottie-Magnum Daddy.

So join in on all the fun of True Story Tuesday at Once Upon A Miracle. These people are truly a hoot.

He's a Rebel.....In the Making!

He's a Rebel . . .

. . . Just a Rebel . . .

. . . Got his back to the wall . . .

. . . Gonna fight 'til he falls . . .

. . . He's a Rebel.

A Little Rebel in the Making, that is!

P.S. See how FLAMING RED Poppy's face is? We ALL match him! LOL Can you imagine what we looked like in the steakhouse with bright red shirts to match our faces and arms? Can you say "Farmers tan gone REALLY bad?"

Not Me Monday!

Oh, I do not have so many confessions this week! Not just from me, for the entire family!

Remember my Cuzzin BJ who is on the KCU Knights football team?

Well, Poppy, Grammy, Nee Nee & Momma Amy most certainly did not get to FINALLY see BJ play a game of football. It was not the first one we have saw since the state championship game of his senior year of high school! We were not so excited that we decked out all in red and roasted in the sun and ended up as red as our t-shirts! We also honestly did not care one little hoot about that either, because it was not so great to see BJ out there on that field! It was hard, however, not to yell some kind of reference to the Rebels, what BJ was in high school!

We also did not make fun of the Knights (pitiful excuse for) cheerleaders, because we are adults and would never do such a thing as that. (Well, except for Lynn, she isn't an adult.) I am also not prepared with some "Knight" cheers to chant for the next game we hope to attend. (Hey, what can I say, I hold back usually all the time, but football brings out the yelling redneck deep inside me!)

The ENTIRE stadium did not erupt in riotous laughter when a crotchety old referee got included in a trample down, being COMPLETELY ran over by several players on both teams, losing his hat and everything, before we even found out if he was okay. Nope, not us.

Dylan had to stay with Aunt Susie because he has a cold, and he was much better off. It was SOOOO hot and red is really not his color. It isn't mine either, but I still am that color. In random places, anyway.

Enough about football (for now) so moving on.

I did not buy Dylan a little generic set of farm animals this past week because he is becoming obsessed with cows and boo-woos (doggies) and kitties. Dylan has not been keeping them lined up on the ottoman where we change his diapers. All in one day, Susie did not think the donkey was a piece of poo that had fell out of a dirty diaper, Grammy did not think the sheep was a rolled up dirty wet one, and Momma Amy did not think a reference Susie made about his goat still being inside her house was in reference to a REAL goat that Uncle Troy and Susie had gotten Dylan, and was about to freak out until she realized it was his little plastic one.

Dylan has not been declaring "My, my, my!" so frequently that is almost becoming NOT funny! He even does it at appropriate times, like when he was looking at Aunt Willie's hurt arm last week. She said, "See Aunt Willie's boo-boo?" to which he quickly replied, "My, my, my!" He is not such a little stinker!

And, just for the record, the top speed Poppy hit on his mad dash to BJ's game as recorded by "Garmen" (the little GPS thing we borrowed from Uncle Troy to take to BJ's game) was not 86.7 miles per hour. Nope. Most certainly not. We were also not almost a complete hour early for the game, either. Not us.

Well, Happy Monday everyone and head on over to MckMama's for more Not Me! Mondays!

Slideshow of the Party Pictures

Since Aunt Willie herself hasn't even saw all the pictures of the party, I put together a slide show of ALL the pictures. So, Aunt Willie & anyone else who cares to take a peek (it is worth it if you have the time) just sit back and enjoy! Don't forget, with Slide, just hit the "Refresh" button on your internet page to start the show over again.

Pictures of the Party!

We held a Swinging Shindig at Susie's Synagogue for Someone Special who is Sweet Sixty!

The kitchen tables. We had confetti, place mats, records and signs EVERYWHERE!

The place mats have cute little bubbles with sayings about growing old and such. They were too cute!

See?

Here are the records (with Aunt Willie's favorite songs of the 60's & 70's on the labels, of course) and stars that said "Simply Sixty" "Sweet 6-0" & "Aged to Perfection."

Some Elvis love and more stars!

The Memory display board. Aunt Willie's parents & grandparents. And Tonette, too, of course!

Some birthday cards she had already received before leaving Louisville for here.

The guest book, especially designed by me to match the party theme.

A giant birthday card for all to sign. (It was originally a gift bag, but I had a brainstorm and created a card.)

Nee Nee Lisa & Momma Amy posing with Aunt Willie with her birthday cakes. Colored in Blue & Yellow for her high school colors. Go Mounties!

The cakes on display. Made by Nee Nee Lisa with some help on the icing preparation from Grammy Rosemary.

Aunt Willie with her cakes.

I LOVE this shot!

"Can you believe I am THIS OLD?!?!?!?!"

First cut of the cake.

AFTER! Plus we ate some more at home.....

Time for gifts and cards. This one is from her boss Doug and his wife Maria.

This is Sue B. She showed her "Senior Moment" proudly that day.......

She forgot to sign her name on her card (and the envelope too) to Aunt Willie!!!

Hey, every gal over 20 needs a good moisturizer, right? So, 60 means triple that?!?!?!

Hey, Y'all, did you know Paula Deen made candles, too? Me neither. They smell FABULOUS.

Speaking of "Dean's" here is my Great-aunt Deane.

Herman, Aunt Willie & Sue

Aunt Willie's cards from her party.

Cuzzin Joe and his wife Kim and their daughter Elizabeth.

Little Cuzzin Elizabeth giving Aunt Willie some love.

Cuzzin Harlan's car. Which, if Tonette and I had known was out in the parking lot, we would have been ITCHIN' for a spin!

Doug and Maria leaving.

Uncle Troy closing up shop!

Happy 60th Birthday to one of the sweetest, kindest aunt's a girl could have. We Love You Aunt Willie!