Blogging Again

Okay, Either I'm just a moron or I'm just inept in managing a blog. I have tried for two weeks to log into my blog and the blog police won't let me log onto my blog. FINALLY I am able to reset my password, as long as I remember my user name and get into the blog. WHEW!! I'm exhausted. Oh well, maybe the moron thing is more true than I thought. It's about 8:00 pm and Matthew is at work, and Craig is at work, and Megan and Chris went to rent a movie and Maggie is chewing on something she dug out of the trash, and Millie is asleep on my sofa. I'm watching an old british movie from the 60's on cable - it's pretty good. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day at school since Valentines Day is on a Saturday this year. I'm sure I will be bombarded by parents bringing in cupcakes, iced sugar cookies, chocolate hearts, and all kinds of sinful treats, all wanting to share them with me. The only thing I will be looking for is my traditional bouquet of flowers from Craiggie. For the past many years he never forgets the thrill I get out of getting flowers at work for Valentine's Day. All the other girls pass by my desk and comment on how beautiful the roses are, how lucky I am that he remembered to send them, he must be a great guy. If they only knew how great he really is. I had to go home from work sick on Tuesday. He came home, offered to fix me a cold drink, tucked me into bed, and even emailed me on Wednesday to see how I was feeling. Now that's love! After 23 years, he still worries about me. He laughs at my jokes, eats my cooking, and enjoys riding with me in the car. We look forward to silly things like watching The Office on TV, critizing the American Idol contestants, and aggrevating our doggies. I love him with all I have. I have a special surprise for him for Valentine's Day Friday. I can't wait till he gets it. It's kinda special and he will be very surprised. I hope he likes it. He is the best Valentine Ever!

Hey Mister President!

Dear Mr. President,

Welcome to The White House. While I haven't actually been there myself, I hear it's pretty nice. I mean, where else can they actually re decorate your bedroom, unpack your stuff, hang your pictures, put away your underwear, put your toothpaste and Listerine through a security check and stock your kitchen with organic food all while you go to church and then on to get your job description read to you by the Chief Justice. I wonder if they have security cameras in the bathrooms. I mean, can the secret service see you when you are doing your own personal secret service? I hear the food is pretty good too. Today you ate lobster, scallops, fancy chicken, sweet potato casserole and apple cinnamon coffee cake with vanilla icing . . . hey, I thought you were watching your diet? It's also nice to see that traffic will not a problem for you in our Nation's capital - they parted the streets kinda like Moses at the Red Sea. And that company car? They call it the BEAST! I wonder if it has little knife blades that pop out of the hub caps and zebra print seat covers? I know you were jiving to some Bow Wow and Soja Boy on the CD player. (I probably would have been too!) But seriously Mr. President, who laid out your family's clothes for today? Maybe it was Grandma - or probably Oprah. Your wife had on a pea green dress in a color that looked like my baby's diapers when they were sick, she had on gloves that looked like they were made from E.T.'s extra neck skin, and shoes that she robbed from the funeral home. And the first daughters - while very cute and sporting good hair - looked like they were wearing costumes from the Disneyworld Princess costume closet - pink and orange and neon blue. And you with your purple scarf that you wore while watching the parades- where was your red or your blue? You know, the flag colors from the nation that elected you? Even the gay and lesbian marching band that played had on red, white, and blue - (come to think of it they were wearing pink and orange, and purple and green too!) And who invited the gays and lesbians to play anyway? Must have been Joe Biden. How do you even get into a gay and lesbian marching band? I heard on CNN that the last line of their contract says "I swear on my honor to never be attracted to a member of the opposite sex in order to get to play the tuba with the band on my days off". Oh well, change has come to America. And I do wish you all the best, Mr. President. Believe me, I sure hope that you can get our economy straightened out and stop all these home foreclosures, and create some more jobs for the unemployed. I just hope that we don't lose our identity as a nation in the process. Nah, Clinton didn't do any permanent damage that George couldn't straighten out. (Except for all the terrorist stuff that was really all Clinton's fault anyway because he didn't take Bin Laden seriously - he just took Monica too seriously.) Let's all hope and pray that you can put our money where your mouth is. Good Luck. Let me know how it all turns out. Nah, the ladies on The View will do a pretty good job of keeping mus informed.

Be Patient With Me, I'm New At This!

I feel your fury with me - oh internet world of 0 readers! I know that I haven't posted in over a week, but believe it or not, it's not as easy as I make it look. Every time I try to log into my blog, for some reason the Internet Police don't like my passwords. I swear, I am using the same password I used to create the blog, but it just randomly allowes me into my website at it's fickle will! So, if I had been allowed to blog recently - these would have been my topics:

1 - New Year's resolutions - Hate them - but yet somehow feel compelled to make them out of fear that the moon will land on my Jeep. (some form of New Year's superstition - like eating black eyed peas and turnip greens)

2 - Going Back to Work ( after a two week Christmas vacation - makes you kinda want to fake vomiting or diareah)

3 - My son got an interview into Emory PA school - just an interview - but hey - it's better than him spending that day on my sofa, under my afghan, watching my t.v., eating my groceries, and asking to drive my car. (I really don't mind him doing any of those things. I love having him at home while he is working and trying to get into the next round of grad school).

So . . . . , that brings us up to my lastest post. MY BABY IS TURNING 20 TOMORROW. MY BABY . . . . IS TURING 20 . . . TOMORROW! I can't believe it. My beautiful daughter Megan is celebrating her 20th birthday tomorrow. 21 years ago, after my son was born I began to pray that God would bless me with another child - one whom I would understand, one who would sleep at night, one who would not like to bring dead birds and turtles into the house with no warning, one who liked Pretty Pretty Princess and not The Adsolent Retarted Asian Green Reptiles (Teenage Mutant Nnja Turtles - just my little joke), one who liked to smell good and dress pretty. Guess what - He gave me all those things! No joke! All of them. Megan is truly the daughter I prayed for. She is so special in many ways - too many to list here, but here's a sampling:

1 - She loves the Lord

2 - She loves her parents and honors them (most of the time - especially when she is in a good mood or it's the weekend).

3 - She is a great student - she is a sophomore in college and wants to teach poor children how to read.

4 - She likes to clean - and does it . . . for fun!

5 - She has a great boyfriend who does not have a tatoo, an earring, or an arrest record. His name is Chris and he loves her as much as we do - AND he is a preacher who will have a college degree in August! (Better than I could have ever prayed for).

God Blessed me with the greatest of gifts (not counting my salvation) - a solid, trusting, honorable husband and the best kids in the world. Both are goal motivated, funny, and have good hair. Life is good.

Happy Birthday Baby Girl! Your mama loves you more than you will ever know.

Second Honeymoon

Well, my true love Craiggie (or Daddy Boy as I often call him) recently went on what I like to refer to a second honeymoon. In actuallity, it was probably a twelveth honeymoon, or something like that. You see, we often like to get away, just the two of us from our spawned offspring. You will learn more about them later. We like to venture off to some unknown place, stay in a moderately priced yet full of character hotel/motel, dine out, drive around, and fool around, the latter being Daddy Boy's prime motivation for these ventures. This year, we took off the day after Christmas. He gave me a few choices of destination - Asheville, Nashville, or Pigeon Forge. Well Asheville's prime attraction was a tour of the Biltmore House - at $78 a pop! No way, I said. I can do a whole lot of antique junking (my favorite past time) for $78. The second choice - Nashville - turned out not to be of much interest since all the good county music acts who might be at the Grand Ole Opry were - duh - spending the holidays with their families. I had no interest in seeing Jimmy Bob Kitchens from East Bumblefield, Kentucky yodel out a ditty. So, off we drove to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. Well, have you ever been to Pigeon Forge? I like to think of it as the Las Vegas of the South, without the gambling. After driving for a few hours thru truly beautiful and majestic mountain landscapes, we came upon the village of Pigeon Forge. Pigeon Forge was a little town in the Great Smokey Mountains National Park. My parents often talked about visiting it on their honeymoon 50 years ago. They described it as a mountain chalet town in the mountains with quaint lodging and home cooked dining. Well, alot has changed in 50 years, most thankfully to Dolly Parton. Yes Dolly came along, bought up the town, built an amusement park around herself, and wa-la - along came the hillbilly tourist. Now Pigeon Forge is a mecca of neon hotel/motels boasting hot tubs, cable tv, indoor water slides, and bedside moon pies. Restaurants feature names like Fat Bob's BBQ, Granny's Flapjacks, and Uncle Jed's Chicken and Waffles. Outlet stores carrying every kind of athletic shoes, brand name knock off handbags, and year round Christmas stores are also a prime attraction. The average Pigeon Forge visitor comes wearing some form of camoflauge apparel and/or acrylic nail tips. They line up to pay hard earned dollars to see comedy shows featuring the offspring of Hee Haw cast members or eat dinner elbow to elbow in a chow line with 299 other visitors while watching a rodeo show called the Dixie Stampede. Well, let me just say, we had a wonderful time. We shopped, dined, and floated in the biggest jacuzzi I've ever seen. It was a great trip. The best part was getting to enjoy every bit of it with my own Daddy Boy. This July will be our 24th wedding anniversary. It's great to be married to your best friend. Especially when he is toasting you with a cranberry fizzie being served out of a plastic cowboy boot at the Dixie Stampede.

It's My Turn

Well, It's my turn now. After years of seeing my children navigate the internet, chatting about My Space, FaceBook, Instant Messaging, Downloading, Youtube, etc. - I have finally started navigating the tenuous waters of posting personal information about myself on the internet. Why, I'm not really sure. Maybe because I need to feel in tune, plugged in, and on top of it all. Maybe it's because I want to impress my friends with my computer abilities. Nah, it's more because it's my nature to share. I love to chat with my buddies, and thanks to my sister in law's great blog (hers is called Waynes3girls), I have been inspired to start my own. Bear with me as I navigate my way along this trail and learn how to share with y'all all kinds of useless yet hopefully at times interesting information as it pertains to . . . well, me. So, as I start this new year, I begin a new adventure - Lynnie's Lines online. Enjoy! (I hope).