Husbands…Gotta Luv um

This is just a little story that I find somewhat amuzing. I work Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, twelve hour shifts. I wake at 5am and leave my house at 6am and get home at 8pm. This enables me to be off MOnday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. I wake up at 6am these days. I drink 2 cups of coffee, check my e-mail and occassionally websurf before I have to get the kids up for school. I never get to sleep in…..never, never, never. I wake the kids at 7am.

Because we are moving soon my husband took this week off. He slept in until 1100am on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and then I started thinking. “Hey, wait a minute. Why is he sleeping in?” After a short discussion, my husband graciously said I could sleep in on Thursday. He would get the kids ready for school. I was thrilled. The thought of sleeping in sounded heavenly.

Thursday morning the alarm clock goes off at 6am and up jumps my husband out of bed. I was astounded. I was so excited I couldn’t go back to sleep. My husband never just jumps out of bed. He is the kind of person who has to hit the snooze button at least three or four times. To make a long story short. My husband gets the kids off to school successfully without my help. I get out of bed at 730, grab a cup of coffee and go to the computer room to check my email. I couldn’t lay in the bed any longer. I wasn’t sleeping anyway. 🙂

The funny part. My husband woke up at 6am the kids didn’t have to get up until 7am. So for an hour my husband sat in the livingroom drinking coffee and watching CNN wishing he was still in bed. 🙂 He was afraid to come back into the bedroom when he realized it was only 6am. He was afraid I would accuse him of procrastinating. Yep! I have all the power.

Marsha

Do you ever…

Do you ever go thru other peoples links? I do. Sometimes I meet the most interesting people that way. The reason I do this is because if someone has taken the time to put someone in their links list it must be for a good reason. These reasons can vary depending on the blogger. For example, some bloggers collect links of people with similar interest. For example, actors collect other actors links, artist collect other artist links, writers collect other writer links, quilters collect other quilters, Moms collect links of other moms and so on and so on. Some people collect links to see how many they can collect. Some people collect links of people they hate. I never really understood this but hey it’s their links they can collect anyone they wish.

I collect links for a few reasons. The first reason is because I accidently came across a blog that had something that caught my eye and after a thorough read thru I discovered I enjoyed the content. Secondly, I collect links to people that I find facinating in some way. I like to read actor blogs. I have never wanted to be an actor but I do find their lives fascinating. Third reason, if you leave me a comment I place your link over in the sidebar so that other people might stumble upon your site and find you as interesting as I do. Fourth reason, I collect links is because I truly like meeting people from around the world. Find your name in the sidebar. 🙂

Who is in your link list?

I love comments

I played with my comment settings today. I don’t think I have screwed anything up.
If I have approved a comment from you in the past you should be able to post a new comment without my approval. Let me know if this isn’t working.
If you are new to my blog your comments will be held for moderation. It usually doesn’t take long for me to approve a comment. I get an email as soon as someone tries to post.

Of course all spam is tossed in the flames of hell!!!

28 days

I am starting a count down. It helps me put things in perspective.
28 days until Mayflower packs us up and I loose my computer. 🙁
16 days until my last day of work. 🙂
5 school days until the kids are out of school for the summer. 🙂
1 day until we find out who will be the remaining two contestants on American Idol. 🙂

Our Move to Phoenix Arizona

My husband and I have started cleaning out closets and throwing stuff away. I am amazed at how much stuff we manage to accumulate. I have all of my children going thru their things and throwing stuff away that is no longer needed or used. Goodwill is going to make a killing by the time we are finished. The movers will be packing up our things the 13th, 14th and 15th of June. I will not have a computer after that time. This is going to kill me because I am addicted to the internet. I doubt that I wll have any internet access while on vacation in Tennessee. Maybe I can find an internet cafe or a library that has computers.

We will arrive at our new home in Phoenix Arizona sometime around the end of July. Oh well, we have a few more weeks to be together. (I know you are all jumping for joy)

My biggest challenge is going to be finding a new job once we get there. Please let me find a good one. I hate job hunting. My husband never has to job hunt. He is in the military. I don’t think he really understands the stress that job hunting puts on me. Ok..maybe he does. Sometimes I get a bit cranky. 🙂 If anyone has family or friends in or around Phoenix please put in a good word for me. I’m likeable, I work hard. I can learn anything. PS…I have a business degree..My Resume is in the sidebar.

The Butterfly so Beautiful in Life (Edited)

Here is another story illustrated and written by Morgan. Morgan drew the pictures and then sang the story to me as I attempted to write what she was singing 🙂 It was a challenge.

This little girl came in a cocoon. Then the cocoon was falling. There was no butterfly in it. It cracked open and there was no butterfly in it. Then the little girl went inside it.

When the little girl was in the cocoon her big sister came. She dyed her hair green. Then she found the cocoon and went inside it like her little sister.

Her little sister turned into a beautiful butterfly with hearts on her wings and then she flew over the city. She was so quiet she couldn’t talk anymore but she could talk but didn’t know it because butterflies are so quiet.

Then her big sister was a purple butterfly with hearts on her wings too like her little sister. Then she flew behind her little sister and said “Hello”. Then her little sister said “Hello” and turned around.

They were flying together. Then they started to hug and then they got warm and continued hugging. Then they got home.

When everyone saw them. Her mom and two sisters saw them so beautiful they could shout. Then they said how beautiful you are.

The End

I am not “OLD”

I was websurfing today and for kicks I typed in Mt Juliet High School class of 1982. (This is my high school and the year I graduated.) And would you believe it, a webpage popped right up with pictures from the 10th and 20 year class reunions. I didn’t go  to these reunions because I lived too far away. This page has lots of pictures of people that did attend the reunion.

These people are old. I am not old. I don’t know what  happened to those people but I did not get old. 🙂

So for your viewing pleasure here is the Mt Juliet High School graduating class of 1982.

Marsha “Bryant” Loftis

My Priceless Commercial (edited)

“Morgan don’t jump on my bed”

“But Mom, I’m trying to fly”

“Morgan, you can’t fly. You don’t have wings.”

…Later that evening

“Morgan, what are you doing?”

“I’m building a cocoon.”

“Why?”

“I want to grow wings.”

…no more explanation needed : )

Bunkbed $200

Sheet $20

Cocoon built by 6 year old in an attempt to grow wings…..”Priceless”

Rachel Papo Photographs

I was reading Jon Baas’s blog this morning. He is an actor, an artist and pretty much a jack of all trades. You should check out his resume. He has written a journal entry about a photographer named Rachel Papo. She has photographed Israeli Female Soldiers during their mandatory military service. I really like her photos. So for your viewing pleasure go to http://www.serialno3817131.com/

One Flaw in Women

(this was sent to me by a friend.)

By the time the Lord made woman,   
He was into his sixth day of working overtime.   
An angel appeared and said,   
“Why are you spending so much time on this one?”   
And the Lord answered, 
“Have you seen my spec sheet on her?   
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic,   
have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable   
and able to run on diet coke and leftovers,   
have a lap that can hold four children at one time,   
have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped 
knee to a broken heart   
-and she will do everything   
with only two hands.”
 The angel was astounded at the requirements.   
“Only two hands!? No way!   
And that’s just on the standard model?   
That’s too much work for one day.   
Wait until tomorrow to finish.” 
”But I won’t,” the Lord protested.   
“I am so close to finishing this creation 
that is so close to my own heart.   
She already heals herself when she is sick  
 AND can work 18 hour days.”
 The angel moved closer and touched the woman.   
“But you have made her so soft, Lord.” 
”She is soft,” the Lord agreed,  
 “but I have also made her tough.   
You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish.” 
”Will she be able to think?”, asked the angel. 
The Lord replied,   “Not only will she be able to think,   
she will be able to reason and negotiate.” 
The angel then noticed something,   
and reaching out, touched the woman’s cheek.  
 “Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model.   
I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one.” 
”That’s not a leak,”   the Lord corrected,   
“that’s a tear!”  
 “What’s the tear for?” the angel asked. 
The Lord said, “The tear is her way of expressing her joy,   
her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love,  
her loneliness, her grief and her pride.”   
The angel was impressed.   “You are a genius, Lord.   
You thought of everything!   
Woman is truly amazing.” 
And she is!   
Women have strengths that amaze men.   
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,   
but they hold happiness,   
love and joy.   
They smile when they want to scream.   
They sing when they want to cry.   
They cry when they are happy   
and laugh when they are nervous.   
They fight for what they believe in.   
They stand up to injustice.   
They don’t take “no” for an answer   
when they believe there is a better solution.   
They go without so their family can have.   
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.   
They love unconditionally.   
They cry when their children excel   
and cheer when their friends get awards.   
They are happy when they hear about  a birth or a wedding.   
Their hearts break when a friend dies.   
They grieve at the loss of a family member,   
yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.   
They know that a hug and a kiss   can heal a broken heart.   
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.   
They’ll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you   
to show how much they care about you.   
The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.   
They bring joy, hope and love.   
They have compassion and ideals.   
They give moral support to their family and friends.   
Women have vital things to say and everything to give.    
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,  
 IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.

My apologies!!!

Oops, I made a really big mistake last night. I should have set my post, (the one right below this one on Chris Daughtry) to post a couple of hours after I wrote it. Isabelle droped by last night moments after I gave the American Idol results. American Idol had not aired on the west coast yet. I checked my stats and Isabelle is the only person who stopped by this page between 9 and 11:59. Here is my apology.

Isabelle I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I will not let that happen again.

Chris Daughtry is out!

I did not see that one coming. Thanks America! now I have to change the sheets on my bed. I spewed my drink all over it….Dang it!

I did not want to see anyone go home but I thought it was going to be Katharine. I am so glad I am not a betting woman because I would have lost a heap of cash tonight.

Chris Daughtry, I am so sorry you will not be continuing on. I thought for sure you were going to be there until the end. Good Luck and keep on singing.

Anyone notice that Taylor Hicks and Elliot Yamin were in the top two?

The Monster and the weak

There are certain blogs that I read on a regular basis. One of those blogs is Cursed by a Classical Education. I ran across a poem on that blog this morning. I would like to share it with you today. I have copied and pasted the poem because I couldn’t figure out how to find the link to just the poem. I hope Major Dad 1984 doesn’t mind.

The Monsters and The Weak

The sun beat like a hammer, not a cloud was in the sky.
The mid-day air ran thick with dust, my throat was parched and dry.
With microphone clutched tight in hand and cameraman in tow,
I ducked beneath a fallen roof, surprised to hear “stay low.”

My eyes blinked several times before in shadow I could see,
The figure stretched across the rubble, steps away from me.
He wore a cloak of burlap strips, all shades of grey and brown,
That hung in tatters till he seemed to melt into the ground.

He never turned his head or took his eye from off the scope,
But pointed through the broken wall and down the rocky slope.
“About eight hundred yards,” he said, his whispered words concise,
“beneath the baggy jacket he is wearing a device.”

A chill ran up my spine despite the swelter of the heat, “You think he’s gonna set it off along the crowded street?” The sniper gave a weary sigh and said “I wouldn’t doubt it,” “unless there’s something this old gun and I can do about it.”

A thunderclap, a tongue of flame, the still abruptly shattered;
While citizens that walked the street were just as quickly scattered.
Till only one remained, a body crumpled on the ground,
The threat to oh so many ended by a single round.

And yet the sniper had no cheer, no hint of any gloat,
Instead he pulled a logbook out and quietly he wrote.
“Hey, I could put you on TV, that shot was quite a story!”
But he surprised me once again — “I got no wish for glory.”

“Are you for real?” I asked in awe, “You don’t want fame or credit?”
He looked at me with saddened eyes and said “you just don’t get it.”
“You see that shot-up length of wall, the one without a door?
Before a mortar hit, it used to be a grocery store.”

“But don’t go thinking that to bomb a store is all that cruel,
The rubble just across the street — it used to be a school.
The little kids played soccer in the field out by the road,”
His head hung low, “They never thought a car would just explode.”

“As bad as all this is though, it could be a whole lot worse,”
He swallowed hard, the words came from his mouth just like a curse.
“Today the fight’s on foreign land, on streets that aren’t my own,”
“I’m here today ’cause if I fail, the next fight’s back at home.”

“And I won’t let my Safeway burn, my neighbors dead inside,
Don’t wanna get a call from school that says my daughter died;
I pray that not a one of them will know the things I see,
Nor have the work of terrorists etched in their memory.”

“So you can keep your trophies and your fleeting bit of fame,
I don’t care if I make the news, or if they speak my name.”
He glanced toward the camera and his brow began to knot,
“If you’re looking for a story, why not give this one a shot.”

“Just tell the truth of what you see, without the slant or spin;
That most of us are OK and we’re coming home again.
And why not tell our folks back home about the good we’ve done,
How when they see Americans, the kids come at a run.”

You tell ’em what it means to folks here just to speak their mind,
Without the fear that tyranny is just a step behind;
Describe the desert miles they walk in their first chance to vote,
Or ask a soldier if he’s proud, I’m sure you’ll get a quote.”

He turned and slid the rifle in a drag bag thickly padded,
Then looked again with eyes of steel as quietly he added;
“And maybe just remind the few, if ill of us they speak,
That we are all that stands between the monsters and the weak.”

Michael Marks

I think it’s hormonal

Women have been known to exhibit odd behaviors during specific times of the month. I am no different. Although my odd behavior is not getting moody or eating chocolate. My odd behavior is watching music videos. I can’t explain it but a couple days a month all I want to do is watch country music videos. I sit for hours with my headphones on my head. I watch video, after video. I don’t eat. I don’t sleep. I don’t do any housework.

What Tarot card are you?

You Are The Empress
You represent the ideal female figure: beauty and nurturing.
You bring security and harmony to many.
At times, you are also a very sensual person.
You are characterized by love, pleasure, and desire. 

Your fortune:

You need to take some time to think about the role of commitment in your life.
It’s possible you need to commit more to others, or deal with how others have treated you.
It is very important for you to support your friends and family right now, difficult as it may be.
You may need to look at your relationship with your mother, or your relationships as a mother.

Darryl Worley

I just watched Darryl Worley’s new video “Nothin’ but a love thang”…oh my gosh.. he sure has let his hair grow long. He’s starting to remind me of one of those Harlequin Romance novel male models. (The books are on display at the end of the aisles in every grocery store across the country.) I think I like Darryl better with short hair. I did like the video, it was very sexy indeed.