What do you do when the Peachtree TV movie of the night is:
...you study DURING COMMERCIALS!!!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Being Single Bites: Reason #1
When the 6:00am storm threatens to rip the roof off of your apartment (that was built before the stock market crash of 1929) and the only thing you can think is:
"...do I still get in the bathtub if my apartment is on the second floor...?"
or
"...will the tornado get me BEFORE I make it to Kelly & Justin's?"
...there is no one to hold onto and calm you down.
And that is sad, and reason #1 that Being Single Bites.
Monday, February 25, 2008
John's Birthday Photos
So...again, I can't get the photos from photobucket to post IN my actual post...and I am just stupid when it comes to all that jazz. However...I did manage to put them to the RIGHT....so glance over yonder and take a peek!
American Airlines
Since the complete & total lack of any form of successful business practices on the part of American Airlines on my last trip home from Las Vegas, I find this article no surprise at all:
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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Georgia or BUST! (my trip home from Vegas)
On Friday, February 8th I flew to Las Vegas for the ARA Show. It was a long week with lots of walking and lifting and selling and more lifting and more walking, but all in all a great week. Needless to say, when it was all over, I was all about leaving on that jet plane. 8 days in Vegas is 8 days too long!
So, on the night of Thursday, February 14th (with no Valentine's Day date) I packed up my worn out shoes, dirty undies and melted favorite slacks, took a nice long soak in the Jacuzzi tub (mmmm) set my alarm for 3am (oh yeah!) and finally laid my head on the pillow at about 11pm.
*BZZZZZ* 3am and I'm up, with no intention of missing my flight. About 4am I meet Chris in the lobby of the Luxor and we jump into a taxi and we're off to the airport. Checked our baggage curbside ($2 per bag...huh?!) and head to security. This is where I gave up possession of my favorite new lotion (B&BW Japanese Cherry Blosom) because I completely forgot I left it in my carry on.
On a sidenote...what the freak am I going to do with LOTION!?! Box cutter, scissors, pocket knife...sure, but lotion! *sobbs*
Chris and I continue on to our gate where we only wait just a few minutes before we board our plane. While Chris enjoys being pampered in first class, I cozy into seat 173A (okay, it wasn't that far back...but it sure felt like it). Thankfully I am so tired I literally lay my head against the window and close my eyes anticipating only opening them once we hit the Lone Star State (layover in Dallas). As I am just starting to find that spot, you know, that one...where you wouldn't care if the beverages where liquid gold...173B asks me to open the shade. I graciously oblige and let her know that as soon as we are in the air I will be closing it again. Then she was brave enough to ask if I wanted to trade her seats? Are you kidding...the plane is packed and I chose a window seat on purpose...just so I could fall asleep with my head resting on the wall...there is now way in he-double toothpicks I am trading you seats lady! She said something about how she likes to look out the window, but that was halted by an abrupt phone call to her boyfriend, to whom she was going to visit in Dallas. So yes, she lives in Vegas...and yet she wanted me to open the window shade so she could see the city she lives in...bother. I am almost in that place again when I hear her squealing in this shrill voice "Hi Gorgeous, I'm on the plane [pause] I can't wait to see you too, I'll call you as soon as we land[pause] love you Gorgy (yes, she called him GORGY) *kissy noise* *kissy noise* I love you [end of call].
Are you kidding me? This woman...in her mid/late 40's just blew kisses to her boyfriend after calling him Gorgy over the telephone...where everyone on the plane could hear her. Good grief.
Okay, so by this point I have closed the shade and am literally asleep when I hear the pilot come over the speaker. Something about a light that won't go off and mechanics are looking at it and he will keep us posted.
Still asleep I hear "Hi Gorgy [pause] baby we are still in Vegas [pause] oh, ok [pause] love you Gorgy [pause] I'll call you when I know more *kissy noise* *kissy noise* [pause] bye Gorgeous"
Pilot comes on again. "...mechanical difficulty...doesn't look good...keep you posted..." Me, asleep.
Pilot comes on again. "It looks like we are going to have to put this plane out of service. Please get your crap and get off. Go to baggage carrousel #3 to claim your luggage and see an American agent for assistance".
I really don't see what the big deal is...I have known people to drive around with their "check engine" light coming on & off all the time. We can certainly make it to Dallas!
I look at the time to see that we have been on that plane for 1.5 hours.
As I gather my belongings I hear it again "Hi Gorgy..." oh gag!
Inside the Las Vegas airport I am obviously having de ja vu - mostly because we just left this place - Chris was waiting for me, so we slowly found our way to baggage claim where we ran into some industry people we know, which helped to pass the time. Time, how much time you say? How much time do you need to take the luggage off the plane...luggage you just put on the plane...1 hour and 15 minutes, that is how long! No, I am not exaggerating...I have witnesses!
Thankfully Chris was in 1st class, so when we make our way back up to the ticket counter, bags in tow, we only have to wait for about 5 people...as opposed to row after row after row of angry American Airline customers who either just got kicked off their flight home (me!) or where now missing their flight because those of us who just got kicked off our flight home are now in their line. Once we got up to the counter we found out they had booked us on different flights home. We decided if we were going to get stranded, we would prefer it be together (it helps that Chris has a company credit card and I do not) so a few clicks here, a new boarding pass and luggage RE-checked, we were off to go through security ONE MORE TIME!
"Oh, wait" Chris says...and he slowly reaches into his backpack...the one that he has had with him through the entire morning...and pulls out not just one, BUT TWO knives! We had used them the day before when we were dismantling our booth and he forgot to take them out of his backpack and put them in his checked luggage! Are you telling me that I just lost a $10 bottle of my favorite lotion because I left it in my carry-on bag and he had 2 KNIVES and yet no one stopped him! There is something seriously wrong with this situation.
Back through security and since it was no longer 4:30am and was closer to about 10am, we had to spend a little more time weaving our way through the line. This time we had the nicest guy at the screening machine and he even apologized for our troubles.
Shoes back on and we're off to gate Z99 or whatever it was. We get there to find our flight is delayed by 2 HOURS! We are so clueless that we even tried to board the earlier flight...too bad they didn't let us on. Our flight was supposed to leave at 10:30ish was now scheduled to leave at 12:10pm, which gave Chris and I some time to find a snack at Burger King (not exactly Weight Watchers approved food, but Chris said it would be okay since we were already having such a rough day) and then we ventured over to the chocolate store and yes, I bought some...and ate it!
Back at our gate, waiting for our flight Chris managed to fall asleep, but I couldn't handle the constant ringing of the Wheel of Fortune tune from the nearby slot machines! Yeah...I was just a little ready to leave Vegas.
Finally on our flight I am now sitting in an aisle row, ironically next to a couple who was also at the ARA Show, who happen to be a customer of ours. We chat for a bit and then once we are in the air (and I restrain myself from yelping for joy) I plug in my headset and enjoy The Bee Movie. I even laugh out loud without restraining myself. So did my row neighbors, so I figured it was more than fine if I laughed too.
For some reason it seemed like a really, really, really long flight to Chicago (another connection...why can't American Airlines fly direct?!) but I guess that's what you get when you fly from the west to the east crossing time zones.
As we land in Chicago I am more than elated and literally find myself smiling at the thought of making it home by about 9pm. As we drive around the outside of the airport we stop, but obviously not at our gate...we are not stopped at any gate. The pilot came on and announced that we were just waiting for a plane to leave the gate and it should only be about 5 minutes. 45 MINUTES LATER we finally pull up to our gate at K9 as I look out my window and see the plane Chris and I are supposed to be on, pull out of gate K5. With Chris in 1st class he ran down to the gate, but called me from there to confirm that it was indeed our flight. THE LAST ATLANTA BOUND AMERICAN AIRLINES FLIGHT THAT NIGHT.
It took me another 15 minutes to deplane where I found Chris waiting and we slowly made our way to the American Airlines Customer Assistance counter...were we found 4 little red phones. They couldn't even give us real bodies to talk to...we had to get back on the phone.
30 minutes of hold music later, Chris and I are re-booked on a United flight that will leave sometime in the 9 o'clock hour, putting us into Atlanta sometime after midnight. Okay, fine, whatever. At this point I am so tired and my body hurts so bad, I simply cannot function. It is a good thing that Chris is so calm in circumstances like this, because I am not and I was about to lose it. We couldn't even find the United terminal in Chicago without asking for directions twice, it was insane. Chris found an "out" to go kill himself (a.k.a. smoke) and I found a bench near an unused security area. I passed the time by taking photos...see photos.
Once Chris was back we tried to find food, but everywhere we stopped was packed and so we settled on a Starbucks, where I had a banana and Chris had coffee.
Eventually we found a seat at our gate and began a friendly discourse with a United flight attendant who was going home to Georgia to see family. We chatted about our day and she shared experiences of her travels (not quite as horrible as our day, but still not fun) and as we were conversing we were interrupted by the gate agent on the intercom announcing that our flight would be delayed because the pilots just landed IN A DIFFERENT CONCOURSE and had to make their way over and do their walk around. At this point Chris and I just looked at each other and laughed.
Although a good 35 minutes late, we finally boarded our flight and thankfully Chris and I both had exit rows with plenty of room to stretch our legs. I know, I know...technically I don't need much room with my 5'3" stature, but after a day like this, I was ready to plug my headset into my laptop and fade away into the "The Lake House" and let that jet plane take me home!
Sometime later we touched down in Atlanta and deplaned to a virtually empty airport...which is hard to to at ATL. We made our way to baggage claim and waited a few minutes where eventually we found our bags. Chris's bags seemed to be fine, but mine was broken and as Chris pointed out "all wet". I didn't care...it would dry.
To the shuttle bus.
To my car.
Thank you driver man for taking my bag to my car...you deserved far more than the $2 I had left in my pocket.
2am...home at last!
1pm Saturday afternoon I wake to the panic of all I must do before days end. I walk into the living room where my bag still lay from the night before. Strange, it was still wet. I touch it...eewwweeewww! not wet at all...it was oil, or grease or something. Totally ruined.
Someone please remind me to call American Airlines about that...
So, on the night of Thursday, February 14th (with no Valentine's Day date) I packed up my worn out shoes, dirty undies and melted favorite slacks, took a nice long soak in the Jacuzzi tub (mmmm) set my alarm for 3am (oh yeah!) and finally laid my head on the pillow at about 11pm.
*BZZZZZ* 3am and I'm up, with no intention of missing my flight. About 4am I meet Chris in the lobby of the Luxor and we jump into a taxi and we're off to the airport. Checked our baggage curbside ($2 per bag...huh?!) and head to security. This is where I gave up possession of my favorite new lotion (B&BW Japanese Cherry Blosom) because I completely forgot I left it in my carry on.
On a sidenote...what the freak am I going to do with LOTION!?! Box cutter, scissors, pocket knife...sure, but lotion! *sobbs*
Chris and I continue on to our gate where we only wait just a few minutes before we board our plane. While Chris enjoys being pampered in first class, I cozy into seat 173A (okay, it wasn't that far back...but it sure felt like it). Thankfully I am so tired I literally lay my head against the window and close my eyes anticipating only opening them once we hit the Lone Star State (layover in Dallas). As I am just starting to find that spot, you know, that one...where you wouldn't care if the beverages where liquid gold...173B asks me to open the shade. I graciously oblige and let her know that as soon as we are in the air I will be closing it again. Then she was brave enough to ask if I wanted to trade her seats? Are you kidding...the plane is packed and I chose a window seat on purpose...just so I could fall asleep with my head resting on the wall...there is now way in he-double toothpicks I am trading you seats lady! She said something about how she likes to look out the window, but that was halted by an abrupt phone call to her boyfriend, to whom she was going to visit in Dallas. So yes, she lives in Vegas...and yet she wanted me to open the window shade so she could see the city she lives in...bother. I am almost in that place again when I hear her squealing in this shrill voice "Hi Gorgeous, I'm on the plane [pause] I can't wait to see you too, I'll call you as soon as we land[pause] love you Gorgy (yes, she called him GORGY) *kissy noise* *kissy noise* I love you [end of call].
Are you kidding me? This woman...in her mid/late 40's just blew kisses to her boyfriend after calling him Gorgy over the telephone...where everyone on the plane could hear her. Good grief.
Okay, so by this point I have closed the shade and am literally asleep when I hear the pilot come over the speaker. Something about a light that won't go off and mechanics are looking at it and he will keep us posted.
Still asleep I hear "Hi Gorgy [pause] baby we are still in Vegas [pause] oh, ok [pause] love you Gorgy [pause] I'll call you when I know more *kissy noise* *kissy noise* [pause] bye Gorgeous"
Pilot comes on again. "...mechanical difficulty...doesn't look good...keep you posted..." Me, asleep.
Pilot comes on again. "It looks like we are going to have to put this plane out of service. Please get your crap and get off. Go to baggage carrousel #3 to claim your luggage and see an American agent for assistance".
I really don't see what the big deal is...I have known people to drive around with their "check engine" light coming on & off all the time. We can certainly make it to Dallas!
I look at the time to see that we have been on that plane for 1.5 hours.
As I gather my belongings I hear it again "Hi Gorgy..." oh gag!
Inside the Las Vegas airport I am obviously having de ja vu - mostly because we just left this place - Chris was waiting for me, so we slowly found our way to baggage claim where we ran into some industry people we know, which helped to pass the time. Time, how much time you say? How much time do you need to take the luggage off the plane...luggage you just put on the plane...1 hour and 15 minutes, that is how long! No, I am not exaggerating...I have witnesses!
Thankfully Chris was in 1st class, so when we make our way back up to the ticket counter, bags in tow, we only have to wait for about 5 people...as opposed to row after row after row of angry American Airline customers who either just got kicked off their flight home (me!) or where now missing their flight because those of us who just got kicked off our flight home are now in their line. Once we got up to the counter we found out they had booked us on different flights home. We decided if we were going to get stranded, we would prefer it be together (it helps that Chris has a company credit card and I do not) so a few clicks here, a new boarding pass and luggage RE-checked, we were off to go through security ONE MORE TIME!
"Oh, wait" Chris says...and he slowly reaches into his backpack...the one that he has had with him through the entire morning...and pulls out not just one, BUT TWO knives! We had used them the day before when we were dismantling our booth and he forgot to take them out of his backpack and put them in his checked luggage! Are you telling me that I just lost a $10 bottle of my favorite lotion because I left it in my carry-on bag and he had 2 KNIVES and yet no one stopped him! There is something seriously wrong with this situation.
Back through security and since it was no longer 4:30am and was closer to about 10am, we had to spend a little more time weaving our way through the line. This time we had the nicest guy at the screening machine and he even apologized for our troubles.
Shoes back on and we're off to gate Z99 or whatever it was. We get there to find our flight is delayed by 2 HOURS! We are so clueless that we even tried to board the earlier flight...too bad they didn't let us on. Our flight was supposed to leave at 10:30ish was now scheduled to leave at 12:10pm, which gave Chris and I some time to find a snack at Burger King (not exactly Weight Watchers approved food, but Chris said it would be okay since we were already having such a rough day) and then we ventured over to the chocolate store and yes, I bought some...and ate it!
Back at our gate, waiting for our flight Chris managed to fall asleep, but I couldn't handle the constant ringing of the Wheel of Fortune tune from the nearby slot machines! Yeah...I was just a little ready to leave Vegas.
Finally on our flight I am now sitting in an aisle row, ironically next to a couple who was also at the ARA Show, who happen to be a customer of ours. We chat for a bit and then once we are in the air (and I restrain myself from yelping for joy) I plug in my headset and enjoy The Bee Movie. I even laugh out loud without restraining myself. So did my row neighbors, so I figured it was more than fine if I laughed too.
For some reason it seemed like a really, really, really long flight to Chicago (another connection...why can't American Airlines fly direct?!) but I guess that's what you get when you fly from the west to the east crossing time zones.
As we land in Chicago I am more than elated and literally find myself smiling at the thought of making it home by about 9pm. As we drive around the outside of the airport we stop, but obviously not at our gate...we are not stopped at any gate. The pilot came on and announced that we were just waiting for a plane to leave the gate and it should only be about 5 minutes. 45 MINUTES LATER we finally pull up to our gate at K9 as I look out my window and see the plane Chris and I are supposed to be on, pull out of gate K5. With Chris in 1st class he ran down to the gate, but called me from there to confirm that it was indeed our flight. THE LAST ATLANTA BOUND AMERICAN AIRLINES FLIGHT THAT NIGHT.
It took me another 15 minutes to deplane where I found Chris waiting and we slowly made our way to the American Airlines Customer Assistance counter...were we found 4 little red phones. They couldn't even give us real bodies to talk to...we had to get back on the phone.
30 minutes of hold music later, Chris and I are re-booked on a United flight that will leave sometime in the 9 o'clock hour, putting us into Atlanta sometime after midnight. Okay, fine, whatever. At this point I am so tired and my body hurts so bad, I simply cannot function. It is a good thing that Chris is so calm in circumstances like this, because I am not and I was about to lose it. We couldn't even find the United terminal in Chicago without asking for directions twice, it was insane. Chris found an "out" to go kill himself (a.k.a. smoke) and I found a bench near an unused security area. I passed the time by taking photos...see photos.
Once Chris was back we tried to find food, but everywhere we stopped was packed and so we settled on a Starbucks, where I had a banana and Chris had coffee.
Eventually we found a seat at our gate and began a friendly discourse with a United flight attendant who was going home to Georgia to see family. We chatted about our day and she shared experiences of her travels (not quite as horrible as our day, but still not fun) and as we were conversing we were interrupted by the gate agent on the intercom announcing that our flight would be delayed because the pilots just landed IN A DIFFERENT CONCOURSE and had to make their way over and do their walk around. At this point Chris and I just looked at each other and laughed.
Although a good 35 minutes late, we finally boarded our flight and thankfully Chris and I both had exit rows with plenty of room to stretch our legs. I know, I know...technically I don't need much room with my 5'3" stature, but after a day like this, I was ready to plug my headset into my laptop and fade away into the "The Lake House" and let that jet plane take me home!
Sometime later we touched down in Atlanta and deplaned to a virtually empty airport...which is hard to to at ATL. We made our way to baggage claim and waited a few minutes where eventually we found our bags. Chris's bags seemed to be fine, but mine was broken and as Chris pointed out "all wet". I didn't care...it would dry.
To the shuttle bus.
To my car.
Thank you driver man for taking my bag to my car...you deserved far more than the $2 I had left in my pocket.
2am...home at last!
1pm Saturday afternoon I wake to the panic of all I must do before days end. I walk into the living room where my bag still lay from the night before. Strange, it was still wet. I touch it...eewwweeewww! not wet at all...it was oil, or grease or something. Totally ruined.
Someone please remind me to call American Airlines about that...
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Cadbury Mini Eggs...4 points!
...mmm, one of my favorites!
Did you know that (12) Cadbury Mini Eggs = 4 points on the Weight Watchers scale!?!
Jeepers! I guess I can have 87 eggs in one day...if that is all I want to eat.
Cell Phone Smarts!
A woman had her handbag stolen, it contained her cell phone, credit card, wallet..., etc., 20 minutes later when she called her hubby, from a pay phone telling him what had happened, hubby says "I've just received your text asking about our Pin number and I've replied a little while ago."
When they rushed down to the bank, the bank staff told them all the money was already withdrawn. The thief had actually used the stolen cell phone to text 'hubby' in the contact list and got ahold of the pin number. Within 20 minutes he had withdrawn all the money from their bank account.
Moral of the lesson: Do not disclose the relationship between you and the people in your contact list. Avoid using names like Home, Honey, Hubby, Sweetheart, Dad, Mom, etc............
Also very important, when sensitive info is being asked thru text messages, CONFIRM by calling back. When you're being texted by friends or family to meet them somewhere, be sure to call back to confirm that the message came from them. If you don't reach them, be very careful about going places to meet 'family and friends' who text you. This may not be the person you think it is and rape and kill you.
Have a great day!
Monday, February 18, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Happy Birthday Aunt Mayme!
Happy Birthday Aunt Mayme!
If I had a really embarrassing photo of you, I would certainly post it. Maybe next year.
Hope you have a great day. Love you!
photos & HTML...i just don't get it.
I really doubt that I need to actually TELL everyone that I understand absolutely NOTHING about HTML anything...so it should come as no surprise that I could not figure out what in the world was wrong with the slideshow I made and why blogger would not accept it as a post! SO, I ended up having to post it as a separate page element. AND in order to see each picture in it's entirety, I had to post it at the BOTTOM...so scroll down, they are cute pics, you don't want to miss them!
Maybe someone can finger out why I kept getting a warning telling me something was incomplete!!! Ugh. Oh well.
Again...scroll down to the bottom of the page to see new pics of Anne's little ones.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
The next contestant on the Blog of Rights...
May I please welcome Charisse Baxter to the stage!
(applause! applause!)
...welcome to our sandbox Reese, loves!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Why I Hate Hotel Irons...
I am in Las Vegas for work. Tonight I had to iron my slacks for tomorrow. They are my favorite black slacks...wide leg, really cute. I have ironed with this iron other nights already this week. But it was only tonight, while ironing my favorite pair of slacks, that I
melted them. How bad does that stink?! Um, yeah. I am not sure if they are so bad that I can't wear them, but since I only had room in my suitcase for 2 pair of slacks it is important that I wear them, as the other solution is wearing no pants at all. And well, that is not a solution. I am so sad. Mom...can we patch them? sobs quietly from this dreadful city...I just want to go home now. Technically I wanted to go home long before this happened, but it just makes it worse. I think I will go see if I can't melt my work sweater now too. 
Saturday, February 9, 2008
i LOVE this camera!
On my flight from DFW to Las Vegas this past Friday I had a window seat...and a headache. American Airlines was kind enough to show a movie (Dan In Real Life), the only problem was that the only drop-down screens were in the ceiling of the aisle. So I spent the entire movie leaning to my left to maximize my view, which yes, of course made my headache worse. Close to the end of our flight I opened my window shade to check the view and this is what I found:
Isn't it pretty?! I love this (still new to me) camera, it rocks! And these pictures...um, yeah...I have to say, they rock too.Thursday, February 7, 2008
The First Step: Admiting You Have A Problem
Okay, so it isn't so much as a problem, as it is a gift.
Seriously, I don't need Stacy & Clinton (although Clinton is adorable). But I could do some damage with that $5000!
My gift: finding really, really, really cute stuff (a.k.a. shoes) for FANTASTIC prices!
First off, let's give props to Ross Dress For Less.
*props*
Seriously, more than 1/2 of my wardrobe is from Ross.
Alright, enough of that, now let me introduce the nost recent additions to my wardrobe:
Madden Girl Black & White Floral Heels...meet the world!
Aren't they so sweet?!
Joey O Black & Blue Plaid...meet the world
Don't you just love those bows~!
If you give a turtle new food...
...he will want a new home to go with it.
So I have been searching and searching for some sort of a new rock for Rhett & Scarlett for some time now. They ran out of food a few weeks ago so I went to the local pet store to get more. While I was there I came across a darling little reptile rock. Turtles are reptiles! So I bought it hoping they would love it. It took a few days for me to find the time to change everything out (their old bowl had little tiny rocks and they are a pain in the tush!) I also had to find a bigger bowl, the other one had a smaller opening and a smaller base and their new home would not fit. No big surprise, I have a collection of glass and I had the perfect bowl just sitting on a shelf holding candles.
Of course Rhett & Scarlett completely freaked when I took them out of their other (really dirty) home and gave them a little bath (they were lucky I didn't get out a toothbrush, but I didn't know if it would hurt them). When I finally got them settled into their new home they both checked out the rock above water and soon they were both swimming in and out of the cave. I have to admit, I was a little nervous that they would get stuck down there and suffocate, but they are smarter than I thought. I know, bad mommy...I should always think my children are geniouses!
The last few days Rhett & Scarlett have been hauled up on top of the rock just chillin, but tonight when I got home I saw Rhett swimming around, so I took some pics.
So I have been searching and searching for some sort of a new rock for Rhett & Scarlett for some time now. They ran out of food a few weeks ago so I went to the local pet store to get more. While I was there I came across a darling little reptile rock. Turtles are reptiles! So I bought it hoping they would love it. It took a few days for me to find the time to change everything out (their old bowl had little tiny rocks and they are a pain in the tush!) I also had to find a bigger bowl, the other one had a smaller opening and a smaller base and their new home would not fit. No big surprise, I have a collection of glass and I had the perfect bowl just sitting on a shelf holding candles.
Of course Rhett & Scarlett completely freaked when I took them out of their other (really dirty) home and gave them a little bath (they were lucky I didn't get out a toothbrush, but I didn't know if it would hurt them). When I finally got them settled into their new home they both checked out the rock above water and soon they were both swimming in and out of the cave. I have to admit, I was a little nervous that they would get stuck down there and suffocate, but they are smarter than I thought. I know, bad mommy...I should always think my children are geniouses!The last few days Rhett & Scarlett have been hauled up on top of the rock just chillin, but tonight when I got home I saw Rhett swimming around, so I took some pics.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Super Tuesday
I voted today...did you?
I wonder if the first person that said
"Super Tuesday"
really meant to say
"Soup on Tuesday"
!!??!!
Monday, February 4, 2008
Aunt Kelly & Caroline
Check this out...look at those pursed lips!
Caroline & Aunt Kelly
No one can guess they are related!
Friday, February 1, 2008
For Nicki & Meg...and everyone else too
Scrappers sit and scrap
Doing without their afternoon nap
Doing without their afternoon nap
Keeping entertained through their toil
Great tunes from my blog, they are mostly spoiled
Great tunes from my blog, they are mostly spoiled
So this month's soundtrack is dedicated
To those who should be medicated
To those who should be medicated
Medicated with sugar and spice and all things nice
This month of love should be celebrated twice
This month of love should be celebrated twice
Sit back and scrap a little thing
Feel free to join in and sing
Happy Valentine's Day!
President Gordon B. Hinckley
The Story Behind The Song [January 2008]
Commissioned by the Stake President of the Roswell Georgia Stake, Ashley happily accepted an assignment to put to music the words offered by the Prophet President Gordon B. Hinckley in a special prayer to the youth on November 12, 2000. The song was to be performed for the youth at an upcoming Youth Conference. Two weeks later, Ashley performed the song, entitled "A Prophet's Prayer," on Sunday, January 20, 2008 for the Georgia, Roswell Stake Youth Conference. The song was so well received, Ashley was asked by the Stake Presidency if she would consider making a recording of it. The following Saturday, January 26, 2008 Ashley and her producer Kregg Barentine recorded the song in Mesa, Arizona.
Sadly, President Gordon B. Hinckley passed away the following evening on Sunday, January 27, 2008. To Ashley the timing felt more than coincidental. Ashley offers this song as a memorial to President Hinckley with her sincere hope that this song may bring comfort and reassurance of the deep and abiding love our dear prophet has not only for the youth of the church, but for us all.
Click here to listen: [A Prophet's Prayer]
"A PROPHET'S PRAYER"
O God, our Eternal Father, as Thy servant I bow before Thee in prayer in behalf of these young people scattered over the earth who are gathered tonight in assemblies everywhere. Please smile with favor upon them. Please listen to them as they lift their voices in prayer unto Thee. Please lead them gently by the hand in the direction they should follow.
Please help them to walk in paths of truth and righteousness and keep them from the evils of the world. Bless them that they shall be happy at times and serious at times, that they may enjoy life and drink of its fulness. Bless them that they may walk acceptably before Thee as Thy cherished sons and daughters. Each is Thy child with the capacity to do great and noble things. Keep them on the high road that leads to acheivement. Save them from the mistakes that could destroy them. If they have erred, forgive their trespasses and lead them back to ways of peace and progress. For these blessings I humbly pray with gratitude for them and invoke Thy blessings upon them with love and affection, in the name of Him who carries the burdens of our sins, even the Lord Jesus Christ, amen.
President Gordon B. Hinckley, 12 November 2000
Commissioned by the Stake President of the Roswell Georgia Stake, Ashley happily accepted an assignment to put to music the words offered by the Prophet President Gordon B. Hinckley in a special prayer to the youth on November 12, 2000. The song was to be performed for the youth at an upcoming Youth Conference. Two weeks later, Ashley performed the song, entitled "A Prophet's Prayer," on Sunday, January 20, 2008 for the Georgia, Roswell Stake Youth Conference. The song was so well received, Ashley was asked by the Stake Presidency if she would consider making a recording of it. The following Saturday, January 26, 2008 Ashley and her producer Kregg Barentine recorded the song in Mesa, Arizona.
Sadly, President Gordon B. Hinckley passed away the following evening on Sunday, January 27, 2008. To Ashley the timing felt more than coincidental. Ashley offers this song as a memorial to President Hinckley with her sincere hope that this song may bring comfort and reassurance of the deep and abiding love our dear prophet has not only for the youth of the church, but for us all.
Click here to listen: [A Prophet's Prayer]
"A PROPHET'S PRAYER"
O God, our Eternal Father, as Thy servant I bow before Thee in prayer in behalf of these young people scattered over the earth who are gathered tonight in assemblies everywhere. Please smile with favor upon them. Please listen to them as they lift their voices in prayer unto Thee. Please lead them gently by the hand in the direction they should follow.
Please help them to walk in paths of truth and righteousness and keep them from the evils of the world. Bless them that they shall be happy at times and serious at times, that they may enjoy life and drink of its fulness. Bless them that they may walk acceptably before Thee as Thy cherished sons and daughters. Each is Thy child with the capacity to do great and noble things. Keep them on the high road that leads to acheivement. Save them from the mistakes that could destroy them. If they have erred, forgive their trespasses and lead them back to ways of peace and progress. For these blessings I humbly pray with gratitude for them and invoke Thy blessings upon them with love and affection, in the name of Him who carries the burdens of our sins, even the Lord Jesus Christ, amen.
President Gordon B. Hinckley, 12 November 2000
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