Archive for February, 2006

Good, Good Ivy

Ivy’s not so bad. She showed me how to do this. I still haven’t figured out how to add links to my favorite blogs yet but I’m a’working on it. Thank you, Ivy.

Things That Make You Go Hmmmmm….

Random, ADD thoughts this morning….

Driving into work this morning, I saw something on the interstate I don’t believe I’ve ever seen. I saw a squirrel cross I-65 right before you get to the Briley Pkwy/Dickerson Rd. exit. Even nuttier (pardon the pun) the little sucker made it across!!!

Mr. Smiff had to be downtown for something pertaining to the Country Radio Seminar this morning. He left his cell phone in the van, thus, I had two cell phones on my person. I had no idea that Mr. Smiff was so attached to his cell phone. He even came by my work to get it. I think it’s something of a security blanket for him. Why then, can he not figure out how to record a message for his voicemail?

I know, or am aquainted with two people who have made it to the 44 finalists on “American Idol”….Mandisa Hundley used to work where I work and Darren Word is a friend of my nephew’s. Darren is adorable and I hope he wins.

I consumed an entire box of Girl Scout cookies yesterday (Tagalongs) by myself. I’m now working on that second box (All Abouts). I think I’ll be skipping weigh in for Weight Watchers today.

Why can’t somebody in my household, other than myself, see that the trashcan is full and needs to be emptied? I’m wondering if they are conducting an experiment to see if the trash will walk itself outside?

Love For Sale

Valentines, schmalentines….

My dad used to leave my mom notes by the coffeepot on any regular day of the year. He bought her these romantic cards and would write in them how she was the love of his life, etc. I thought when I got married, my husband would do the same thing. HA! WRONG!

Mr. Smiff is romantically retarded and he is the first to admit this. He didn’t have good role models in this area though so for that, I’ve learned to cut him some slack.

My father in law got my mother in law a bread tray for Christmas one year. Needless to say, my in laws have been divorced for about 38 years. One Christmas, he got his current wife a stepladder for Christmas. A stepladder.

Smitty’s lack of talent in the romantic area used to be bothersome to me. It hit me last night when I was at Wal Mart and seeing lots of husbands clamoring for a card and trying to grab the last piddly bouquet consisting of 2 or 3 flowers with a $20 price tag that it was all pretty stupid.

I’d much rather get some sort of surprise outing, dinner, gift than a last minute, panicked, guilted gift just because the calendar says its February 14. Not that I ever WILL get that surprise but it’s a nice thought though eh?

FLYLady Will Be Disappointed

My sink is not smiling at me this morning. says that to begin to get organized and stuff, you have to shine your sink every night before you go to bed and you’ll wake up and your sink will be smiling and so will you. I didn’t shine my sink. It has a broiler pan in it, some dishes…it ain’t smiling.

I Love the 70’s

I have been basking in the glow of 70’s music Heaven all morning thanks to Satellite Radio. I’ve heard songs this morning that I have not thought of in twenty years or more, but yet, know every single word to:

Shadow Dancing-Andy Gibb-I don’t care what anybody says, the Brothers Gibb are the absolute most underrated singers and songwriters around. Too bad everybody associates them with Saturday Night Fever cause they were much more than that. Ok so Andy was the sound alike kid brother…I LOVE them. Barry’s gonna be my neighbor in the summer. Can’t wait to run into him in the Wal Marts.

Billy, Don’t Be A Hero-who in the crap sang this horrendous song?!?!?!?

Hot Stuff-Donna Summer-now hot stuffin’ for Jesus.

Car Wash-Rose Royce -Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap-clap-clap BEEP!

Keep It Comin’ Love -KC and the Sunshine Band-I prefer that there booty number he does.

Boogie Oogie Oogie-A Taste of Honey-Til you just cant’ boogie no mo’.

I love the nightlife…I got to boogie…on the disco round….-Somebody explain to me what and where the Disco Round is???

The day would be complete if they would play “Run, Joey Run” or “Convoy.”

Battle of the Sockses

There are approximately 1,453 socks in my house. They are not matched and most are dirty. I have found them in just about every nook and cranny of the house today. After complaints all week of “Mom, there are no socks!” I decided to gather as many socks as I could find and throw them all in the washer at the same time. The real fun will be after they come out of the dryer and attempting to match them. I’m seriously considering chuckin’ them all and buying everybody in the house 7 pairs of socks.

I can’t convey what a blessing it is to be able to spend my Saturday playing with socks. This is what I dreamt of all those times I visualized the white picket fence.

More Evidence of God’s Residence

I don’t see no heavy snow yet. Where in the crap is it? I even did a snowdance outside the Tiger Market, er, excuse me, the “On The Go” market or whatever theyr’e calling it this week. I ran in to make a purchase, came back out and stopped on the sidewalk and broke it down a little bit. Princess Daughter began to scream and holler, ordering me to stop it. I’m sorry, but I was feeling the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’ up a staying alive. When the mood hits me, there is no stopping me.

Everybody and their cousin was at Krogers. Sheesh. The thing I noticed in most people’s baskets and then again at the Tiger/On The Go place was beer. Forget the bread and milk. If they’re going to be snowed in, they’re going to be drunk and snowed in.

On the news, I can’t remember if it was Channel 2 or 4, a reporter was in Krogers in Williamson County. He reported that one of the big sellers was cat litter. He said “Here in Williamson County, people buy cat litter to use in their trunks, on their sidewalks…” As if those of us in Sumner County aren’t worthy of using something cats normally take a dump in to give us low lifes outside of Williamson County traction, in one form or another, during this massive blizzard we’re expecting.