Letters of Intent

Welcome to Letters of Intent brought to us by Julie at Foursons.

First of all, let me address I realize I didn't do a Tell Me Thursday, and I sincerely apologize. I had a HORRENDOUS Thursday, and to be honest, blogging was the last thing on my mind.

The picture was of some of the Mickey Mouse decorations for Dylan's 2nd birthday this Saturday. More pics to follow, of course.

Moving along.

Dear Black Shadow of Dylan's Birthday Events,

Neener, Neener, Neener.

Everyone (well, almost everyone, don't know if Cuzzin Robyn will be here, sniff sniff) has made it here come snow or high water. So, there. And my bad news (all is "well" just life's drama) yesterday was softened majorly by being surrounded by loving family and friends. So, there again. Even if I did also lose my cell phone yesterday and found out it was ran over and destroyed in front of Food City, I am calm, cool, and collected. (Yeah, right. Please don't "out" me, Rachel!)

Thanks for leaving, Nee Nee

Dear Wendy's of Ptsville,

Why on God's Green Earth have you let your restaurant become the "meeting place" for social workers and such with kids that have been taken away from their very neglecting parents? (Maybe this happens everywhere, but it has just recently began "around here in the sticks.") The last five times I have been there, I have had to endure "family visits." (I don't mean "endure" like whining on my part, I mean like suffering and sadness.)

I was sitting there, eating my incorrectly fixed chicken sandwich, trying not to complain, trying not to cry cause of my life drama, just trying to mind my own business, and here comes this woman and two men and sit right behind me and my sister. They are talking about drugs, etc, and parties, whatever. I don't really care, their business, I just tune them out, etc. They are all excited about some upcoming "shipment" that sounded very questionable.

I am thinking, "These idiots, rattling on like this in public...." blah blah blah.

THEN IT HAPPENED.

Here came two social workers (like has happened the last three times I have been at this Wendy's) with three of the most adorable, gorgeous little kids you have ever saw, that come running up to their mommy & daddies, and "Mommy missed you!" "Can't wait to get you back!" crap followed, and I JUST LOST IT.

I (um, kinda loudly) exasperatedly sighed, threw up my hands, and said "I CANNOT TAKE THIS TODAY!"

My sister said something, I didn't hear her, (sorry for leaving the tray, sis) I was just over the edge with these druggies and their poor children, and literally couldn't handle it.

I went to the car and left my sister to finish eating with the dope heads who have no intention of trying to get their poor, innocent children back. I just couldn't bear to witness it. I literally could not.

So, Wendy's, PLEASE don't let that happen there. I understand they have to meet "somewhere" but please not where I have to witness these tragic events. You are lucky I was having a horrific day or I probably would have had words with the parents and called them on their crap and told the social workers what they were saying and ended up in jail because of fighting in Wendy's. So, I know you what hate for that to happen, as would I, so can you PLEASE make them take it somewhere else? Thanks.

Sincerely,

One seriously disturbed customer.

Wordless Wednesday

Time for Wordless Wednesday! Join along. Here is my weekly contribution.


Come back tomorrow for Tell Me Thursday!

Not Me Monday

Time for Not Me Monday brought to us by "A crazy lady I no longer wish to be associated with but hate to delete these posts because they tell stuff I did." Join along.... or just read mine.. whatever floats your boat!

It was not Dylan who sat on the potty, read the ENTIRE "potty" book, dribbled about 2 miniscule drops of pee, and called it "done" the other night and thought he had "went" and got to flush (his reward, cause he loves it!) and do the happy dance. It was not me who did not let him flush it anyway.

It is not Dylan that is going to turn TWO YEARS OLD this Friday. Two years since his birth have not flown by in warp speed zone time. I am so not in denial.

It was not me who chased BJ down all over Ft. Gay, Dunlow and Lost Creek to get one little black and red Nike football signed by Dylan's favorite sports hero. It was not BJ & Laura who said they would try to make it to his party this weekend and give him the ball in person, and BJ did not immediately put in on his little pocket schedule thingy. Dylan will not freak out (with happiness) if BJ is able to make it and give him the gift himself.

It was not me and Grammy who was talking with Dylan about Aunt Willie was going to come, Tonette was going to come, Carol, Robyn, BJ, etc. to his birthday party at Grannys, and had to QUIT IMMEDIATELY because he wanted to go to this great sounding shin dig NOW, not understanding, um, it ain't time yet! LOL We are not (for real) mentioning it again until at least we know Aunt Willie is on her way! LOL

It was not me who finally got my Harley Davidson license plate put on my car, along with my stickers "I Drive Like Edward Cullen...Twilight..." and Butterfly in memory of Skyler put on my windows. It has not FINALLY quit snowing (don't know the forecast for this week though) enough for me to accomplish this.

And, on a final note, it was not Dylan and me who curled up in the "Invisible Chair" and took a 2 hour nap the other day, to which I did not wake up to a crick in my neck, that was OH SO not WORTH IT!

Happy Monday Everyone!

Battle of the Blogs

Time for Battle of the Blogs Part II brought to us by none other than Rachel & Julie. Go to either of their sites to join along.

This weeks choice: Which superpower would you choose and why? Invisibility or Flying.

I choose invisibility. Hands down. Scared to death of heights. Need I say more?

For all the fun, check it out and vote cause they are keeping count!

Happy Monday

Letters of Intent

Welcome to Letters of Intent, brought to us by none other than the wonderful Julie. Check it out!

First off, let me say that Julie's letters are SO rubbing off on the blogging world. Not only has she, Rachel and a few others got some attention, refunds, etc., with their Letters of Intent, they are just bringing good luck charms to the rest of us. This past week, Professor Wonder from Wonderworks in TN found my Not Me Monday blog entry about our visit there and commented on it. I shamefully admit it tickled me pink like a little Easter bunny, but, hey, I am lame like that.

Okay, on to my letter.

Dear "Black Shadow" of Dylan's Birthday Events:

Um, GO AWAY!

Not only is it still snowing by leaps and buckets, but half of our family has became ill since invitations went out. Carol Jo had to have stint work done, (she also had to miss last year due to high blood pressure. I am getting a little suspicious. She CAN just say no, ya know? lol) Tonette has had an 'incident' at the AT&T store (I will post on that later) and Poppy perhaps has a broken rib and WILL NOT go get it checked out. ("There's nothin' they would do, anyway." Well, yeah, but they could see if you had any more INTERNAL INJURIES!) Momma Amy is getting sick just eating baked chicken (she has terrible Acid Reflux) but I tell you what, "Black Shadow," our Baby Cakes is turning the BIG 0-2 next Friday, and we are gonna party Mickey Mouse Style with whoever is able to drag themselves here.

(Let me just throw out this tiny bit of info: If you DID NOT (OR DO NOT, Brenda (jane) yours is in the mail today) get an invitation, YOU'RE NOT INVITED. SORRY. RE: The "Other side of the gene pool." And this is ALL Nee Nee Lisa talking here, so don't be hating on my sister for anything I said. I fixed the invitations, so take it up with me if you have a problem, not my sister. She has nothing to do with this. You wanna have him a party? Go for it. {although it does cost a little money, cough cough} You get him 2 days, plan it then. Moving along.)

I have full faith that Tonette, Aunt Willie, Carol Jo, Cuzzins Robyn & Linda, Poppy & all of us, Susie & Troy, Sis & Chester & Dylan's favorite boo-woos will be there, along with just a handful of other special peeps, so we will have one big shin dig with mouse ears and all! Can't wait!

So, "Black Shadow," you can leave now, and don't let the door hit ya on the way out!

Sincerely,

One Mousie Nee Nee Lisa

Favorite Foto Friday . . . A Day in the Life...

Welcome to Favorite Foto Friday brought to us by Hannah at Me-Me & Monkey's Big Adventures. Join along!

This week's theme is A Day in the Life..... So here is Dylan, just stomping around oh-so-stylishly in his cowboy boots, pajamas, and new "boo-woo" hat from TN to the beat of his own drummer!

Happy Friday!

True Story Tuesday - Orange ya glad I was there?

Time for True Story Tuesday! Join in on all the fun with Rachel and Mr. Daddy at Once Upon A Miracle.

Okay, this is a biggie. One I was saving for a rainy snowy day, and I think this never ending winter is the perfect time to tell of my near death by snow tubing.

Yes, snow tubing.

Our church's youth group had went to Winter Place to go skiing, snowboarding, tubing, etc. I went with the skiers but chickened out and didn't ski, then decided to try my hand at snow tubing. I would like to say it went better, but it didn't! LOL

I kept waiting to try to find my own actual pictures from this lovely event, scan them and use THEM to help tell my story, but I have given up and went to Winter Place's website and google images. Oh well. Come arrest me.

We went to Winter Place. We took a bunch of kids. I was supposed to be an "adult" and help supervise, keep up with kids, offer help, etc. No biggie, right? Right.

First off, I chickened out on the skiing lessons, but I was there as GREAT moral support for everyone else! I came in handy in picking up dropped ski handle thingys, etc. Moving along. Time to go snow tubing.

Surely I can handle this, right? Hop on the tube, hook up to the line, ride up the hill....


See, just like this, only when we were there I only remember one lane. Perhaps they have upgraded because my memory NEVER fails me. *ahem*

My then-boyfriend was also along on the trip, as he was a youth counselor also. He was mister big and brave (SNORT SNORT) and had no problem going down the hill at all. I had slight hesitation. Can you blame me? I'm scared of roller coasters, for Pete's sake.


Well, I opted for the "safe" way to ride, butt down as apposed to belly down, and took off, just seconds after TD.

What a rush! It was great. So glad I did it.

Until this happened: I reached the end and DID NOT STOP and seemingly became froze to my tube because I couldn't roll off either.


My back was to the end of the hill, and I could not judge how fast I was going or even where I was in regards to the DROP OFF straight ahead.


Okay, this isn't actually the drop off, but this is what it FELT like.


I saw trees. Then they cleared. I thought I was good. Nope. I go airborne, hanging on for dear life.

Did I mention there was an interstate directly below me? Yeah. I75 if I am correct.

But thankfully there was something I didn't know about. You saw that right above. Orange safety netting. I am thinking "Alright! I am saved!" Then I think, "Isn't that kind of flimsy?"

I was right in both respects. It saved me, but it was flimsy as well. Like it already had holes in it flimsy. Like my LEG went through one of those holes in it flimsy.


So here I am, hanging with one leg dangling over I75 and one crumpled up under me, screaming at the top of my lungs. By this point, by then-bf TD has noticed I am missing. (Isn't he a doll? I was only gone about FIVE MINUTES!) He asked the guy at the little shack where you are supposed to roll off if you haven't stopped yet if he saw anyone "roll" by lately, and he was like, "Yeah, but I thought YOU would go get her? Didn't you?"

Um, NO he did not. He STILL did not. He did manage in all his panic, bless his heart (snort), to walk to the edge of the drop off while the young, buff ski dude goes OVER THE HILL to PULL ME OUT of the orange mesh from which I hang, yelling for my life as traffic flies by below me.

So Mr. Ski Saviour gets me, the tube and himself up the hill in about 3 seconds flat, and that is all it takes for me to realize that TD KNEW I WAS OVER THE HILL and DID NOT COME GET ME. He claims to this day he didn't know where I was and thought I chickened out, but I don't buy that for a minute! LOL (actually I do, I was just ticked off and embarrassed to death!)

Not only did he NOT come get me, he was UPSET at me because he still was spouting something about the chickening out thing.

Dude, they just pulled me out of a net. I. DID. NOT. CHICKEN. OUT.

Not only did that relationship not last, (we are friends though, despite his lack of ability to rescue me, I just don't put my life in his hands!) I NEVER snow tubed again. Do you blame me? I didn't think so.

Happy Tuesday Everyone!

Update on Cuzzin Robyn

I am FINALLY getting around to letting you all know the latest (and I do mean LATEst) update on Cuzzin Robyn.

I have recently found the wonderful world of Facebook, and have chatted some with my dear Cuzzin a few times. I FINALLY got around to getting a little quote straight from the source on how she is doing now that all the treatments are over and she is on the last laps of recovery!

Here ya go!

"Robyn:
LOL...am i being interviewed...rofl

the official statement is that everything is over and i'm happy...

reconstruction will be in summer

skin is healing

i want to go back to work

am feeling great

am bored

lol"

And there ya have it. Ain't God good? Yeah, I thought so too.

Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by "A crazy lady I no longer wish to be associated with but hate to delete these posts because they tell stuff I did."

This Monday, I have several non-confessions. First I will start with this weekend, then I shall back track a little.

It was not me who took my laptop with my on my travels this weekend, then proceeded to FORGET to do my Letter of Intent AND the Saturday Scavenger Hunt thingy. I NEVER forget to do bloggy things. *ahem*

It was not me who watched Titanic with Sonya and James (& Lillian for about 5 minutes) for the 1,495 time and STILL cried at certain parts of the movie. (I am over the "Rose and Jack" stuff, but some of those scenes are just too sad, ya know?)

It is not me who has some "Police Magnum" pepper spray thanks to James. I'm telling ya, Mr. Daddy is EVERYWHERE.

This was not my room in the lovely cabin in Tennessee when I went with Sonya & her family.

This was not the cabin, nor the hot tub, nor the front & back porches.

This was not the Magi Quest, where Sonya, Lillian & I did not play glow in the dark Pirate Golf (with our new boyfriends), do a laser game (think robbing a bank without touching the alarms. Yeah, I failed big time.) and sing and dance our way through the mirror maze.

I did not sneak and take a picture of this guy simply because I know a guy named Doug who would LOVE for this to be his professional job, if only he got the same pay he does as a radiologist.

I do not even know where to begin on the Wonderworks thing, it was just so awesome.

This is not the ceiling.

I did not take this picture of complete strangers in the hurricane thingy cause I wanted a full body shot from the outside of the thing.

Lillian in the Hurricane thingy with us.

Lillian was not a little afraid of the Bed of Nails.

But she did not rock at the bubble making station.

I did not nearly have a panic attack in the little space thingy like the one the first dude in space went up in (or whatever it was called!) and come flying out of there like I just landed on Mars.

Sonya and Lillian did not rock climb the wall. I did.

It was not cold.

This is not beautiful snow covered mountains in Virginia somewhere.

I DID NOT (for real) get one, single shot of the lovely smokies this trip. It was not too rainy/misty/snowy to get a good horizon picture.

This is not us all (except Lillian, who was taking the pictures) when we got home. Don't we look lovely? And Cruz didn't even go! (James was beside me, but he is a little camera shy. I am not totally cruel and take and post pictures of people who don't want me too. Only sometimes.)

And to finish off the weekend and my post, I did not help Cruz get a little up close and personal with a bottle of Aquafina on Monday at Otis Lynn's studio (where we were all hanging out) and nearly scare him to death. I did not sneak up behind him while he was playing some instrument and singing and was lost in his own little world and "insert" said bottle in a totally private, never do that to a man from behind place and actually feel sorry for him at the total look of fear and surprise on his face. He did not scream like a 3 year old girl and say, "I thought I'd been had!" LOLOL We did not all nearly collapse laughing at the situation. I (probably) will never do that again. ;)

Happy Monday!

I Heart Faces - I Wanna Dance

This week's theme at I Heart Faces is I Wanna Dance! and I have just the one. I am SO glad I haven't actually got the Pigeon Forge pictures up yet, because this is hands down my favorite shot of Lillian at Wonderworks, THE most fabulous "upside down attraction" in TN.

I know the photography details aren't perfect, or whatever, but I just love the magical look about it and the look on her face: sheer bliss! In the "Wonder Dome" your dancing and movement caused the lights and floor scenery to change, and the music was great, and it was just amazingly fun!

Favorite Foto Friday.... Love is...

Welcome to Favorite Foto Friday! Join along and share in this week's theme: Love Is....

To me, Love is not performing major bodily harm to your sister no matter how bad you want too.........

...........especially since she gave me this great nephew!

Come back for Letters of Intent!

True Story Tuesday

Welcome to True Story Tuesday! (I know I am late, of course..) Head over to Rachel's and Mr. Daddy's place, Once Upon A Miracle, to see everyone else's stories.

I admit, mine is brief today, and not really all that hilarious, but funny to me and probably a few others who know of my "Mr. Hottie Magnum PI Daddy" fiasco/obsession. Yeah.

So you know I just went to Tennessee, and we went to all kinds of really cool places, I will give you the low down later, but being true to "Crazy Lisa" fashion, I will give you this quick little tid bit.

No matter where I go, I cannot get away from Mr. Daddy, it seems. Well, at least THINGS that REMIND ME of Mr. Daddy.

Just trying to do a little 80's TV trivia. One I actually knew!

This is the outfit I will get if Mr. Daddy decides he's not "too old" for another yard ape running around. :)

Don't worry, Rach, I only know one person who looks like Magnum PI, so I can't help but keep referring to Mr. Daddy when I am reminded of Mr. Selleck!
Happy (Late) Tuesday and stay tuned for more fun this week!

(Plus some pictures of Dylan. I recently noticed I needed to update some new pics of Baby Cakes. I have been sliding on that part. After all, it is Our Life With Dylan. I could through in a few more pictures of him now and then! I shall try to do better! But he is getting harder to photograph these days...........)