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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
On Hiatis...
Or however you spell it! LOL! I have been wrapped up in Facebook and sadly neglecting my blog...I will be back with a vengance soon...I promise! :-)
Friday, March 20, 2009
Custom Easter Baskets...
Easter is Coming Soon! I am creating these Embroidered personalized Easter Baskets...what a great keepsake! I can supply the Basket or you can and I will just personalize them. Pricing: Just personalization on a liner that you supply - $10. I supply Basket and Liner - $20. Baskets and Liners vary. Please let me know if you are interested! I can ship too!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Here in My Car...
Cars...we just picked up a new one yesterday for my husband (he commutes over 50 miles to work), it's a cute little car, zippy, fun to drive...if you're a midget! No really, it is cute and I do like it, but I still love my big honking SUV...with 3 kids and all their "stuff" I believe there isn't much of a choice.
I have had a love affair with cars since I can remember. I was obsessed with wanting to drive...I used to pretend our couch was a car and I was driving to the market with my kids (little did I know it's really NOT that much fun! LOL!). I also used to play with match box cars with my neighbor, he had the really cool Porsches and Mercedes cars, of course he would always take the really cool ones and I got the not so cool ones... story of my life...
I also would beg my step-father to let me "drive" the riding lawn mower (much to my nervous Mother's dismay), we had over 2 acers of a "driving" course for me to practice my skills...of course it wasn't always smooth riding...I was mowing around a tree and got a little too close to the lower branches...ouch! I was taken off mower duty for a while...I was bummed!
When I was coming of age to drive, there was no stopping me...I studied for my permit test...I passed with flying colors...well...sort of...when I went to take the test on the computerized machine, a few of the questions came up in English then they started coming up in Spanish (which I don't speak or read), I told the Policeman and he fixed it for me. Well only a few more questions came up then it was over, he came back over and said "you passed"! I think I may have only answered 5 questions and usually there are a lot more...of course I didn't argue with him!
I dutifully took Driver's Ed (my Mom's requirement, she was too nervous to teach me herself) and passed. Not without incident though...I was soo nervous my first time out that in order to stay in the proper lane on our back country roads I managed to hit every pothole in the road, my Driver's Ed teacher was not too happy considering it was HIS car!
It was time to go and take my test and I was READY! Everyone had to take their test at the police barracks in the next town over and they had just put into practice making appointments for the driving test (not a great idea, they changed it back to first come first serve the next year). I forced my Mom to make the appointment months in advance, which was about a month after my sixteenth birthday. She made the appointment for Good Friday, sounding promising to me, what could go wrong...
The guy on the phone told my Mother that he was switching books and would put the appointment in. We took his word and when that Friday came I was ready to go...of course I should've known things weren't going to go my way since it was pouring rain! We got up to the police barracks and I went inside, gave my name and was told I was not on the list...I was devastated! My Mother worked full time, so this was the only week day she had off. My Mother went in and yelled and scremed, but they didn't care. So off we went, determined to get my license some how.
We found out that in another town further away, people could take the test without an appointment, the only catch was that you had to get there at the crack of dawn...I am NOT a morning person...so the next weekend we woke up at 4am and made the 30 mile treck.
We were the first in line...I was exstatic...we waited in the dark and the cars lined up behind us and as the sun was started coming up it was time, 7am. The Police Officer took out his clipboard and started checking the car. Headlights working...check...wipers...check...horn...check...tail lights...che...nope...not working...my Mom's car had one tail light out! We were dismissed...again!
My Mom said on the way home that maybe I am not meant to drive...NO WAY! I had been dreaming of this since I could put my fake key in my couch...nothing was going to STOP me! So my Mom got her tail light fixed and we made the trek again...this time we were 2nd on line...ugh! I had to wait my turn.
I went through the test, praying to God to let me pass...as we got to the end, the guy tells me tha I passed! I almost kissed him...I couldn't believe it! Finally! Freedom and the road...was mine!
I set out to get my first set of wheels, I imagined myself beind the wheel of a cool convertalbe...my hair blowing in the breeze, but my Mother nixed that idea..too dangerous she said. So with my sweet sixteen party money I bought a trusty Aries K (definitely not a cool car). It ran and held a lot of my friends, so it worked for me.
I have had many cars since then and I have yet to possess a "dream" car, but I know I will...someday...right now I am relegated to a reliable SUV that holds all of my kids and our stuff...I still have a love affair with driving...give me an open road and some tunes and I am content...dreaming of the day I can feel the wind blowing through my hair in my convertable (sorry Mom).
I have had a love affair with cars since I can remember. I was obsessed with wanting to drive...I used to pretend our couch was a car and I was driving to the market with my kids (little did I know it's really NOT that much fun! LOL!). I also used to play with match box cars with my neighbor, he had the really cool Porsches and Mercedes cars, of course he would always take the really cool ones and I got the not so cool ones... story of my life...
I also would beg my step-father to let me "drive" the riding lawn mower (much to my nervous Mother's dismay), we had over 2 acers of a "driving" course for me to practice my skills...of course it wasn't always smooth riding...I was mowing around a tree and got a little too close to the lower branches...ouch! I was taken off mower duty for a while...I was bummed!
When I was coming of age to drive, there was no stopping me...I studied for my permit test...I passed with flying colors...well...sort of...when I went to take the test on the computerized machine, a few of the questions came up in English then they started coming up in Spanish (which I don't speak or read), I told the Policeman and he fixed it for me. Well only a few more questions came up then it was over, he came back over and said "you passed"! I think I may have only answered 5 questions and usually there are a lot more...of course I didn't argue with him!
I dutifully took Driver's Ed (my Mom's requirement, she was too nervous to teach me herself) and passed. Not without incident though...I was soo nervous my first time out that in order to stay in the proper lane on our back country roads I managed to hit every pothole in the road, my Driver's Ed teacher was not too happy considering it was HIS car!
It was time to go and take my test and I was READY! Everyone had to take their test at the police barracks in the next town over and they had just put into practice making appointments for the driving test (not a great idea, they changed it back to first come first serve the next year). I forced my Mom to make the appointment months in advance, which was about a month after my sixteenth birthday. She made the appointment for Good Friday, sounding promising to me, what could go wrong...
The guy on the phone told my Mother that he was switching books and would put the appointment in. We took his word and when that Friday came I was ready to go...of course I should've known things weren't going to go my way since it was pouring rain! We got up to the police barracks and I went inside, gave my name and was told I was not on the list...I was devastated! My Mother worked full time, so this was the only week day she had off. My Mother went in and yelled and scremed, but they didn't care. So off we went, determined to get my license some how.
We found out that in another town further away, people could take the test without an appointment, the only catch was that you had to get there at the crack of dawn...I am NOT a morning person...so the next weekend we woke up at 4am and made the 30 mile treck.
We were the first in line...I was exstatic...we waited in the dark and the cars lined up behind us and as the sun was started coming up it was time, 7am. The Police Officer took out his clipboard and started checking the car. Headlights working...check...wipers...check...horn...check...tail lights...che...nope...not working...my Mom's car had one tail light out! We were dismissed...again!
My Mom said on the way home that maybe I am not meant to drive...NO WAY! I had been dreaming of this since I could put my fake key in my couch...nothing was going to STOP me! So my Mom got her tail light fixed and we made the trek again...this time we were 2nd on line...ugh! I had to wait my turn.
I went through the test, praying to God to let me pass...as we got to the end, the guy tells me tha I passed! I almost kissed him...I couldn't believe it! Finally! Freedom and the road...was mine!
I set out to get my first set of wheels, I imagined myself beind the wheel of a cool convertalbe...my hair blowing in the breeze, but my Mother nixed that idea..too dangerous she said. So with my sweet sixteen party money I bought a trusty Aries K (definitely not a cool car). It ran and held a lot of my friends, so it worked for me.
I have had many cars since then and I have yet to possess a "dream" car, but I know I will...someday...right now I am relegated to a reliable SUV that holds all of my kids and our stuff...I still have a love affair with driving...give me an open road and some tunes and I am content...dreaming of the day I can feel the wind blowing through my hair in my convertable (sorry Mom).
Friday, March 6, 2009
It's Official...I am an Addict!
Ok...just thought I would bring you in with the title of this one! I am a Facebook addict! OMG...I never knew having a personal page and connecting with old and new friends could be so much fun! I know I was a virgin blogger and definitely a virigin my spacer...now I am getting experienced in both...I have been neglecting my blog a bit (sorry bloggie), due to my new found fascination with all that is Facebook...
My friend "turned" me on to it and I haven't looked back...she had been asking me for months if I had a page and I kept saying "no", not wanting to even attempt it...but NOW...OH MY! I can't stop...looks like I am not alone either...so many friends...so little time!
As I mentioned in my last blog, I found my HS Reunion info on there...so great!
I'm afraid this blog will be short today because I spent way too much time on Facebook today uploading pictures and updating my page...my brain is a bit fried...but I promise to be back again soon to blog up a storm...I have lots more ideas for great blogs...I promise bloggie, don't be sad...I hope it doesn't know I am "cheating" on it with Facebook! LOL!
My friend "turned" me on to it and I haven't looked back...she had been asking me for months if I had a page and I kept saying "no", not wanting to even attempt it...but NOW...OH MY! I can't stop...looks like I am not alone either...so many friends...so little time!
As I mentioned in my last blog, I found my HS Reunion info on there...so great!
I'm afraid this blog will be short today because I spent way too much time on Facebook today uploading pictures and updating my page...my brain is a bit fried...but I promise to be back again soon to blog up a storm...I have lots more ideas for great blogs...I promise bloggie, don't be sad...I hope it doesn't know I am "cheating" on it with Facebook! LOL!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
High School Reunion...
Ok...ok...so I missed another day of blogging...I am already a slacker...I was going to try to post every day, but my days are getting busier and busier and my brain tends to forget a lot of things if they aren't written down...ugh...getting old here (my 38th birthday is on Saturday, can't believe it, inside I still think I am 14!).
Speaking of getting older...being 38 this year marks the 20th anniversary of my graduation. I can't believe it...20 years! Where did the time go? I FINALLY found a site that has my HS Reunion info on it and I am super excited! Now I know a lot of people don't look forward to Reunions, it all depends on your experience in HS.
Mine was good...could've been better...but I attribute that to my own stupidity...I tended to hang out with the "older" crowd, ever since I was in Junior High I was that way, and you know what happens when the "older" crowd moves on and out of school...you are left with people your own age...and by then they had my number so I wasn't in the "in" crowd much...but I WAS friends or friendly with almost everyone or at least tried to be...I was kind of neutral...like Switzerland...
Although while looking on the site with our Reunion info, I am surprised to see that I don't remember a lot of my classmates...we did have a big class, but I really thought I KNEW everyone...it blows my mind...
You know, I was a major "goody goody" in school...didn't drink much or smoke or party...but I had my "bad" moments too (my parents have the link to this blog so I refuse to disclose too much here, but you can read the book soon! LOL!). I thought everyone liked me or was indifferent to me and I was nice to EVERYONE...or so I thought.
My bubble was burst a few years after graduating, I was looking for a part time job and my boyfriend at the time's sister was working for a local pizza place. I thought it would be a great 2nd job so I asked her to put in a good word for me. She came back and told me the manager went to highschool with me and said he would NEVER hire me because I was a snobby B#@*&! WOW! I couldn't believe it! I asked her several times if she was sure he had the right person and she said yes (although sadly I knew he must becuase my maiden last name is one not too many people forget). I was soo shocked and dismayed...I had always thought I was being soo nice to everyone and here I missed someone...The funny thing is, I didn't even recognize HIS name, so he was someone I apparently didn't even know very well...oh well...can't please EVERYONE! (I keep trying to tell myself that, but it doesn't always work...that's another one of my diseases...People Pleasing...but I AM getting better at that one too!)...
Sadly I really haven't kept in touch with many of my HS friends...one or two here and there, but not on a regular basis...I am a bit of a loaner you know...but it would be nice to reconnect, especially after 20 years, we all probably have more in common now than we did back then.
So I did join the group that the HS Reunion Committee formed and will wait and see what transpires...they say the end of November...which is great for me since I just started my diet (again!), but it will give me a lot more time than if they hold it in the summer...in this day and age people post pics of themselves and you get to see what they look like now...back in the day you had to actually GO to a reunion to see how people turned out...hmmm...that's a thought...what a great surprise that would be! But then again, I was never great at waiting for surprises (I used to find most of my Christmas presents BEFORE Christmas, sorry MOM!).
Speaking of getting older...being 38 this year marks the 20th anniversary of my graduation. I can't believe it...20 years! Where did the time go? I FINALLY found a site that has my HS Reunion info on it and I am super excited! Now I know a lot of people don't look forward to Reunions, it all depends on your experience in HS.
Mine was good...could've been better...but I attribute that to my own stupidity...I tended to hang out with the "older" crowd, ever since I was in Junior High I was that way, and you know what happens when the "older" crowd moves on and out of school...you are left with people your own age...and by then they had my number so I wasn't in the "in" crowd much...but I WAS friends or friendly with almost everyone or at least tried to be...I was kind of neutral...like Switzerland...
Although while looking on the site with our Reunion info, I am surprised to see that I don't remember a lot of my classmates...we did have a big class, but I really thought I KNEW everyone...it blows my mind...
You know, I was a major "goody goody" in school...didn't drink much or smoke or party...but I had my "bad" moments too (my parents have the link to this blog so I refuse to disclose too much here, but you can read the book soon! LOL!). I thought everyone liked me or was indifferent to me and I was nice to EVERYONE...or so I thought.
My bubble was burst a few years after graduating, I was looking for a part time job and my boyfriend at the time's sister was working for a local pizza place. I thought it would be a great 2nd job so I asked her to put in a good word for me. She came back and told me the manager went to highschool with me and said he would NEVER hire me because I was a snobby B#@*&! WOW! I couldn't believe it! I asked her several times if she was sure he had the right person and she said yes (although sadly I knew he must becuase my maiden last name is one not too many people forget). I was soo shocked and dismayed...I had always thought I was being soo nice to everyone and here I missed someone...The funny thing is, I didn't even recognize HIS name, so he was someone I apparently didn't even know very well...oh well...can't please EVERYONE! (I keep trying to tell myself that, but it doesn't always work...that's another one of my diseases...People Pleasing...but I AM getting better at that one too!)...
Sadly I really haven't kept in touch with many of my HS friends...one or two here and there, but not on a regular basis...I am a bit of a loaner you know...but it would be nice to reconnect, especially after 20 years, we all probably have more in common now than we did back then.
So I did join the group that the HS Reunion Committee formed and will wait and see what transpires...they say the end of November...which is great for me since I just started my diet (again!), but it will give me a lot more time than if they hold it in the summer...in this day and age people post pics of themselves and you get to see what they look like now...back in the day you had to actually GO to a reunion to see how people turned out...hmmm...that's a thought...what a great surprise that would be! But then again, I was never great at waiting for surprises (I used to find most of my Christmas presents BEFORE Christmas, sorry MOM!).
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