Not Me Monday

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

These past few days, we have had many, many Not Me's. From Dylan all the way to Poppy. Let's get started, shall we?

First off, it is not me who is "multi-tasking" by listening to Chris Tomlin as I type my NMM. God ALWAYS gets a separate time with me. Ahem.

Today was not the day we had our "Christmas Choir" singing at church, due to our snow and week long power outage. (not us, but them) It was not me who ran the "board" (big electrical thingy for the mikes and stuff so Cruz could go sing in the actual choir since Otis Lynn's computer thingamajig was tore up, etc, etc, etc. I did not find it ironic that this job has belonged to my old high school boyfriend for the last 15 years and I sat in his seat today. He would not have been able to have fixed that every so slight roar that only a few with a keen ear could hear (like me) and all would have been 100% perfect, instead of 99.9%. I am not picky, either. I am also not glad that I did that so Cruz could go sing since he had practiced so hard. I am great like that. LOLOL. I was not scared to death of the music "squeaking" or "squealing" or something terrible. Thank God that DID NOT (for real) happen. ******(Cruz isn't the old flame, either. He wasn't there because it was a 'regular' service and he doesn't attend our church. Just wanted to clear that up a little.)

It was not Dylan who got so many presents he had to open them in shifts. Actually, he was so amazed with each present, it took FOREVER, hence fore the shifts. That and the fact that he did not majorly need a nap.

I did not think of Mr. Daddy when I saw Jesse Stone (Tom Selleck) advertised on tv tonight. Sorry, Mr. Daddy. Didn't get to watch it. Maybe next time.

It was not my mom who gave me one of my sister's presents by accident. I did not know immediately since it was a present I had got for mom to get her. Mom was not stressed or sick this Christmas.

It was also not my mom who got my sister and I both digital photo key chains, when in fact I had been in major search for the "perfect" ones for her and dad. I couldn't find any I was satisfied with. She did not only find TWO in the entire store and snatch them up.

It was not me who gave Susie the perfect line to give Uncle Troy the next time he keeps giving her hourly status info on whether Dylan is asleep or not. (We put Walter the Duck in the window when Dylan is asleep as a 'signal' so they know not to call.) I did not tell her to say, "Just shut the duck up." We did not ALL nearly die laughing.

It was not me who just had to turn off my YouTube because multitasking and NMM is not as easy as I thought.

Susie did not lock my mother up in the "Cat Shack" tonight. (Home for the fab 4 kitties.) I did not just know this until now and think it is hilarious.

Grammy did not have to open her presents the day after Christmas (with Dylan on his round 2) because she had worked herself sick (since I couldn't be of my oh-so-usual very helpful self due to surgery, he he) and she fell asleep during present opening time. She was not a big girl and didn't care.

Poppy did not open EVERY SINGLE PRESENT FROM ME BEFORE I EVEN GOT IN THE ROOM. That would be rude and inconsiderate. I did not quarrel at him, either.

Poppy also did not keep referring to our neighbors dog Lady Bird as "Lady Bug." He did not laugh every time he said it, either.

I am not counting down til midnight when Criminal Minds, my new show to be addicted to lately of choice, comes on in a mini weekend marathon. I do not love both Reid (the "nerd")




and Morgan (the "hunk")





equally and don't honestly know which I would choose if I were by chance to have the option to do so. Choices, choices.


To some it would be an easy decision (AKA: Morgan) but you just have to see Reid in action. Ahhh. Moving along.

Well, so my sis can have some computer time (since I haven't got my laptop yet...grrr) I shall be done with NMM. Til tomorrow, my dears.

Merry Christmas.... and all that good stuff too...

I think I have given up on catching up on blog work and just jumping up to the present. It is Christmas Eve, Aunt Willie HAS made it in, Baby Cakes comes home in less than an hour, most of the food for tomorrow is prepped, 99.9% of presents are prepared in some cheerful fashion, I just have to take a shower and dry my hair and fluff it a little and I'm calling it the "New Christmas Eve Do" and being done with it. Shew!

Hope everyone is having a blessed Christmas Eve & Day! I will try to get some pictures up of Dylan after he opens presents, but judging by my bloggy behavior, don't waste sleep waiting. (Not like everyone isn't busy their own selves anyway.) I am already making New Year's resolutions about "How to be a better bloggy Aunt Nee."

New 'Do From Sue

For your viewing pleasure, Dylan's first real hair cut (from us... don't go there with me.... long story that gets me very upset) that was done by none other than Sue B.

Dylan and Grammy getting ready. I LOVE the blue cape!

Getting his hair all combed out so Sue can cut it. I didn't realize how long it was! It stays curled up, so you don't realize the length.

Sitting tight.

Looking good.

"Make sure it's even."

"Just a little off the top, please."

Finished product.

Such a cutie!

Back view.

Dylan and Sue.

Dylan has now had his bath and the hair is STILL CURLY, THANK GOD! He does look a little more grown up (tear, tear) but he is getting to be a big boy. Of course we saved his curls, and again I am so thankful he is still fluffy curly. I am itching to put mousse in his hair and style it! :)

Not Me Monday

It's Monday, so it is time for Not Me Monday! Brought to you by MckMama, enjoyed by many.

It is not me who searched further into the identification of Dr. Ferrari, whom I was thought was Italian, but is actually from Buenos Aires, Argentina. I did not find a mug shot picture of him that truly did him no justice. TRUST me, he is an Italian Argentinian God of a doctor.

I also did not have to use Wikipedia to find out that Buenos Aires is in Argentina, and where that is. Ahem.

This is not my favorite picture of Dylan in the computer chair.

This is not my favorite CHEESY grin that Dylan has perfected. I do not just love this little boy to pieces.

This is not what Dylan did when we told him to go sit with Minnie & Mickey so we could take their picture. (That is also not me protecting myself with the Boppy pillow from "lovin's" from Dylan. Or "beatin's.")

This is not the second attempt at the "Mickey & Minnie" group photo shot.

This is not as good as it got. Oh well!

This is not Dylan eating puffs straight out of the lid from Poppy. Dylan isn't that lazy/greedy with food.

It is not Dylan who is gone as I type to get a "trim" from neighbor Sue B. It is not a little over due. I am not DYING to see what he looks like when he gets back! (Will posts pictures quickly!)

It was not me who burned my sister so badly she won't even let me tell what I said! (anyone with my email just ask that way! LOL) Lemme tell ya, it wasn't the best "Gotcha" I have done in a while. Personally, I think it isn't too bad to tell on the blog, but I am obeying her wishes. Begrudgingly.

It is also not me and Mom who watched Count of Monte Cristo while our cable/internet/phone was out and we had nothing else to do but break out some old dvd's. It was not me who forgot how much I loved that movie. It was also not me who remembered why I called Jim Caviezel "sexy Jesus" and not feel too guilty about using "sexy" and "Jesus" in the same sentence and in reference to the person portraying him. Jim is one hunky man. (Yeah, I call him Jim. We are on first name basis. We roll like that.)

It is not me who wonders how long the producers/managers/whatever they are of "American Pie" can beat a dead horse. Just saying. How many movies does this make? Commercial for the new movie just interrupted my thought process. Hate when that happens.

Oh, Oh!!!! It is not me who just heard the back door open, so that does not mean I have to go see his hair cut! See ya!

Letters of Intent

Houston, we have had a problem.

I know it is Sunday, not Friday, when Julie hosts Letters of Intent, but better late than pregnant.... er, I mean never, right? (Quoting some more Blanche Devereaux there!) At least this time I had a real reason for being late and missing the actual day of Intent.

This happened the other night:

We woke up to this:

And had no Internet, phone, or television (oh my!) until today at about noon. But we found work for Poppy anyway!

Since I wasn't allowed to go outside (like I do EVERY YEAR when/if we get a big snow) and take "real" pictures, your viewing pleasures are limited to the view from my front window.

Buddy out for a run. He LOVES the snow.

Poppy's finished up front.... now some shoveling out back to do.

Dutchess taking it all in.

Dylan's first peek of the snow! LOVE that bed head hair do!

Since Mr. Boy Boy is sick (ear infections and runny nose and coughing), this is the only view he has had of the snow this year also. (I said we are lucky that he doesn't remember last year or know what fun he is missing out on or we would really be in for some whining and begging.)

So, on to my Letter of Intent.

Dear Mother Nature of Kentucky/West Virginia,

Why are we all or nothing? I mean, can't we just get a dusting? Does it have to be over half a foot in one night, postponing our Christmas singing, causing wrecks, electricity to be off, etc, and so on.

Don't get me wrong, I like snow. Just not a dump truck full at a time. I know, I know. Some areas stay like this for months. And that is FINE. They get used to it. They know how to drive in it for real, not just think they know how to drive in it. Their electric poles, etc, have been beefed up (at least a little) so that they can handle the "real deal" all the time. (or they know how to use their generators, not breaking out the instruction manual every time, or blow it up like my Uncle Bill did just the other day.) (They are fine, by the way. Stuff like that SO runs in my family!) Their lives do not stop simply because 8 inches of snow fell upon the earth.

Mother Nature, I LOVE snow, it is beautiful, but I would rather have a steady amount on regulated dates and no surprises in the mornings. I would like to be able to function in "Snow Mode." For real. And the stores would love to NOT have the rush on toilet paper and milk. Just saying.

So, I guess I will continue to get hit or miss weather as long as I reside in my old Kentucky home, and I don't see moving to Alaska anywhere in my near future, so I shall work on getting used to the all or nothing weather. (Even in spring. I mean, come on! Drought to floods. Sheesh.)

In closing, I guess I should just say thanks for gracing our presence with some snow this winter, but it BETTER not mess up Aunt Willie & Tonette's visit this week OR cause a permanent cancelling of our Christmas singing (Crum is out of electric for about a week, just wait til my True Story Tuesday.) or my counseling or last minute Christmas dinner shopping..... you get my drift... I just love to whine!

With Love,

A gal who thought she had all her pre-Christmas stuff done.

Thank You Very Much!

First off, I want to say I will hopefully be catching up on every one's blogs soon! Moving on! It is Thursday, which also means it is time for Thank You Very Much by Kmama. Join along.

To Dr. Ferrari (as I call him instead of Dr. Faresi), thank you very much for removing my gallbladder. I love you even more now. I shall see you in 2 weeks with bells on.

To Mrs. Grumpy Nurse in recovery, thank you very much for ignoring me call out for you. YES, I heard you (and actually still remember it lol) reply to the other nurse, "I know," when told I was calling for you. What if I had been dying, huh? So what if I had forgot where I was again and wanted another ice chip and to know why I felt like my right side had been removed and did I have to keep the oxygen thingy on still. It could have been important. You didn't know that.

To my oxygen and blood pressure levels for misbehaving a little during surgery causing me not to get pain medicine in a quick and timely fashion (re: KNOCK ME OUT WITH SOME GOOD STUFF NOW!) thank you very much. I like the sore throat from oxygen and LOVE having my blood pressure taken by a robot every 2 minutes and being told to "Breathe harder!' by Mrs. Grumpy Nurse.

To my oxygen and blood pressure levels for finally behaving themselves and allowing me to get some good stuff NOW, thank you very much!

To all the other nurses, with the exception of Mrs. Grumpy Nurse, you ROCKED, so thank you very much. Seriously, they took care of me like I was having a baby or my kidneys removed or something. They. Were. Awesome. I remember one of your names is Marsha. Thanks. Thanks to the brown headed gal too.

To Mrs. Nightingale Nurse who gave me the whole shot at once instead of waiting an hour between doses like Mrs. Grumpy Nurse said, thank you very much. (She didn't do it wrong or anything, either, that is what the dr. said to do in the first place, as a matter of fact, but Mrs. Grumpy Nurse suddenly added "Surgeon" to her list of credentials and made that lovely decision for him, or so she thought. The other ladies rolled their eyes at you and smirked as you walked away, too, by the way. So ha ha.)

To everyone for keeping me in their thoughts and prayers, thank you very much. They were needed, and felt.

So head on over to Kmama's for more fun with Thank You Very Much!

P.S. I am doing "okay" today, as I am typing this "live" and all. I was in MISERY for a short period of time until I could have some more medication, and I admit I kinda lay there and moaned like a dying llama or something, but after all, they had just removed an organ. I cannot sit in one position for very long without getting very sore, but I am able to get up and move about and that helps work out the soreness. I am taking my pain meds on the dot, so I don't know how much pain I would be in with out that, and I don't plan to slow it down until Saturday, when I hope to go to our church's singing. (Yeah, I know probably not the smartest thing to do, but people can go back to work after a week of having this surgery, so I think if I behave I will be okay.) Other than that, "slight discomfort" would be a small understatement, but I am tolerating it very well. NONE of the pain (before, during, and after) was worse than my last gallbladder attack, so that is something to be thankful for! Well, I am pushing my limits on "computer chair time" and I need to get up, but I'll be back for Letters of Intent on Friday!

Tell Me Thursday

Welcome to Tell Me Thursday! A chance to further explain your Wordless Wednesday pictures if you so choose. Here is my WW photo:


As you (hopefully) guessed, Momma Amy is turning the big 2-3! Her birthday isn't actually until Friday, the 18th, but since she knew I more than likely got her a digital camera may not be up to partying Friday after my surgery, and certainly not allowed to have chocolate cake, she agreed, even volunteered to have her bday cake Tuesday night.


We all gathered at Susie & Troy's (even Jack and Max) after their church that night, except for Poppy, who wasn't feeling too well and had to drive us to Ashland at 6 AM the next day.


I couldn't resist the chance to give Dylan a little Christmas present early, so he got to open a present also! (Plus, after the mike and karaoke he is getting from his Peeps, I doubt this little reverberating mike will be so interesting!)

But he is enjoying it now! Look at that smile!


"Oh, this one isn't for me? Never mind then..........."


"Ohhh...."bye bye bye"..." A Rolling Stone Cover purse for Momma from me with Justin Timberlake. Or "bye bye bye" to Dylan, which is any member of NSYNC.


Now of course I was mean.


But there was a camera in there somewhere!


There it is!


Amy, her man, and her camera!


What Dylan does when you say "Show me your happy face!"


Checking out the new camera.


Helping Momma take a picture.


Cool beans!

Happy Thursday!