Happy Furry Puppy Time

AKA Friday Cat/Pet Blogging...

My canine cuties!


Petunia, (in front) is 3 years old. She's pitbull/boxer mix, who loves ice cream,(honestly she'll eat darn near anything) and chasing cats (sorry cat lovers, but we do keep her on a tight leash). Until she catches them, then she runs like the wind in the other direction. Gives new meaning to big wussy! She's the most loving, sweet canine child we've ever had the honor of having in the family.


Dakota is 3 years old also. She's a pomeranian/peekineese mix. She too loves ice cream, but loves her boy friend Thumper The Humper next best (he's a neighbor's chihuahua). Thumper comes acourtin bright & early every morning. Watching them together is much fun. Petunia is not so fond of Thumper. She will nip at his tail given the chance.

Frankly Friday

Well, did YOU watch the President's press confrence last night? I only caught glimpses of it during commercials. I didn't see anything new or different.

With all the talk of religion, politics and the separation of church and state, I've been thinking. There seems to be a movement afoot to have religion (their calling it creationism) taught in public schools. I keep hearing people talk about going back to teaching the old fashioned way. I don't know how old fashioned their talking about, but I do know that I don't remember ever being taught anything about the Bible in school. I've talked about this with my kids and they tell me they don't remember ever being taught anything about religion or the Bible either. Not in school. They received their religious education the same place I did. In the church. In fact I haven't talked to a single person who attended public school that was ever taught anything about the Bible or religion in school. So what's this old fashioned way of teaching that people are talking about? Most of us are around the same age, so we all attended school around the same time, do YOU remember being taught the Bible or religion in school? Where did you learn about the Bible?
Frankly I've begun to wonder if this isn't another move by parents to have the school system take on even more responsiblity for their children. It's not like public school teachers don't already have a heavy load. Shouldn't parents and the church have some responsibility? Forget about the fact that not everyone wants their child taught from the Bible. Forget that there are many different denominations and that to address all of them would be a full time job. Schools teach facts. Religion is based in faith, not facts.
I'm just saying, parents and churches need to be responsible for childrens religious education. At least in my opinion.

Wednesday's Woopee

[disclaimer: This joke is not meant to offend anyone. However should you find it offensive, feel free to visit SlagleRock's Slaughterhouse and bitch at him, as he was my source for said joke.]

There once was an Apache Indian whose given name was "Onestone", so named because he had only one testicle. He hated that name and asked everyone not to call him Onestone.
After years and years of torment, Onestone finally cracked and said, "If anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!" The word got around and nobody called him that any more.

Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said, "Good morning, Onestone." He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where he made love to her all day and all night. He made love to her all the next day, until Blue Bird died from exhaustion.

The word got around that Onestone meant what he promised he would do. Years went by and no one dared call him by his given name until a woman named Yellow Bird returned to the village after being away for many years.

Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed when she saw Onestone. She hugged him and said, "Good to see you, Onestone."

Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he made love to her all day, made love to her all night, made love to her all the next day, made love to her all the next night, but Yellow Bird wouldn't die!

What is the moral of this story?????............................

...You can't kill two birds with one stone!!!

Beam me up Scotty!

Back a few weeks ago I posted my Prime Directive/living will. At the end I said if they ever perfected that whole freezing thing I wanted to be in on it. Well, apparentely somebody was listing.
Scientist develop 'hibernation on demand'
"Technique could be used in hospitals to reduce fevers or buy time for organ transplants, researchers say.
A research team led by Mark Roth, a cell biologist at Seattle's Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center, has found a way to put mice into hibernation for six hours — and the technique could conceivabley be applied to human patients as well."

Granted I was hoping for a bit more than six hours, but hey you gotta start somewhere. I figure by the time I'm 65 or so, they should have this darn near perfected. Look out great-great grandkids, Granny Wanda is coming to visit. I sure hope we're in the Star Trek business for real by then!

Manic Monday

Six o'clock already I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino by a crystal blue Italian stream
But I can't be late 'cause then I guess I just won't get paid
These are the days when you wish your bed was already made.

It's just another manic Monday (oh-woe)
I wish it was Sunday (oh-woe)
'Cause that's my Funday (oh-woe)
My I don't have to runday (oh)
It's just another manic Monday.

Have to catch an early train, got to be to work by nine
And if I had an air-o-plane, I still couldn't make it on time
'Cause it takes me so long just to figure out what I'm gonna wear
Blame it on the train but the boss is already there.


It's just another manic Monday (oh-woe)
I wish it was Sunday (oh-woe)
'Cause that's my Funday (oh-woe)
My I don't have to runday (woe)
It's just another manic Monday (oh-woe)
I wish it was Sunday (oh-woe)
'Cause that's my funday (oh)
It's just another manic Monday.
*******

I thought since Joe is always sharing his favorite songs with us, I'd share one of mine.
I used to think they wrote this song just for me!

The Dreamer in Me

Found this over at Mary Lou's, thought I'd give it a shot.

You Are a Dreaming Soul

Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you awy from this world So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all... But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you. Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses. Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others. Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life. Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

She's Alive!

I'm alive. Not kicking, but alive. I haven't had a cold this bad in years. I've had to sit up in bed just to be able to breathe. This was some kind of cold that turned into bronchitis. I tried taking cold meds but they didn't help. Finally today it seems to be clearing up a little. I guess it's gonna take a few days to get back to something resembling normal. Well as normal as it gets for me.
I'll try to get caught up with my blogwalking a little at a time. If I haven't gotten around to you yet, never fear, I'll get there.

Tuesday's Troubles

I'm sick. Sick as a dog. I feel like ten miles of bad road. My nose is running, my throat is sore, every muscle in my body is aching, including the one in my head. I tried to get up and around today, but it's just too much. I'm going to bed and staying there until I feel better. Or I die. I'll see ya'll on the flip side.

Just Another Manic Monday

What Is Your Animal Personality?
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Yep, they nailed me again.

Crazy Quilts

I'm inspired and excited!
In her comments to the post below Chenoah mentioned crazy quilts . They sounded so interesting I just had to Goggle them. Oh my! First of all they look very much like the quilts Mawmaw used to make. Without the beads. All the lovely colors and bright threads, have made me long for one of my very own.
I've decided I'm going to try making something similiar. I think a whole quilt might be a wee bit too much of an undertaking for a mere beginner like myself. So, I'm going to start with a crazy quilt purse/backpack . Actually Kasey and I are going to work on it together. It's been years since the two of us have worked on a project together. This could get interesting (don't you just wish you could be a fly on the wall).
Thanks Chenoah for the inspiration.

The Patchwork Woman

Awhile back I was thinking about changing the name of my blog. I wanted a title that reflected more about who and what I am. The problem was I couldn't find any one thing that I felt described me or what I'm all about. Over time I've come to the conclusion the reason for that is, there is no one word that describes me. Trying to sum me up in one word is like trying to describe the Grand Canyon to a blind man. Yes, I know breath-taking might do it, but I don't want to sound TOO conceited here.
There are so many little (and big) traits and quirks that all come together to create the person I am. I am of course a woman, a wife, and a mother. I can be a friend, or foe. I can be sweet,kind, loving and compassionate. I can also be stubborn, bitchy, ill-tempered, and mouthy. I have been known to be loyal to a fault. Yet there have been times when despite my loyalty to someone I have done what I felt was the right thing and betrayed that loyalty. I can forgive a hurt that has cut me deep, but I can also hold a grudge for something, that to others might seem minor and insignificant.
All of these things and more come together to form this totally unique individual I call myself. Much in the same way that the many multi-colored and shaped pieces of materail came together to form the patchwork quilts my grandmother used to make for all her grandchildren. Except unlike Grandma's quilts, I won't be finished until I die. Everyday I will continue to evolve. To grow, and to learn. A living breathing patchwork woman .
After giving it much thought I've decided I won't change the name of my blog, but from here on no matter how often I change my skin there will always be some kind of patchwork fitted into the scheme. It may only be a tiny part, but it will always be there. As a testimonial to all that I am and hope to be.

Yo Momma!

A few days ago David posted some great one liners concerning men. He then pondered why women pick on men. I thought I'd share these tidbits just to show him, it's NOT always men who get the brunt of the joke.

Yo Momma is SOOOO Fat...

When she dances she makes the band skip

When she was diagnosed with the flesh eating disease, the doctor gave
her 13 years to live

She puts mayonnaise on aspirin


Her butt has its own congressman


Her cereal bowl came with a lifeguard


When she goes to the zoo the elephants throw her peanuts


Her high school graduation picture was an aerial photograph


Her driver's license says "picture continued on other side"


The back of her neck looks like a pack of hot dogs


All the restaurants in town have signs that say "Maximum Occupancy:
240 patrons or Yo mama"


When she ran away, they had to use all four sides of the milk carton


When she gets in an elevator, it has no choice but to go down


She was born with a silver shovel in her mouth


She's got smaller fat women orbiting around her


I had to take a train and two buses just to get on her good side


They had to grease a door frame and hold a Twinkie on the other side
to get her through


Her nickname is "daaamn!!"


She has to iron her pants on the driveway


She's on both sides of the family


When I yell "Kool-aid," she comes crashing through the wall


She could sell shade

When she crosses the street, cars look out for her

People jog around her for exercise

She gets runs in her jeans


Her blood type is Ragu


When she goes to a restaurant, she doesn't get a menu, she gets an
estimate


If she got her shoes shined, she'd have to take his word for it!


She has to put her belt on with a boomerang

When she turns around, people throw her a welcome back party

She can't even jump to a conclusion


She went to the movies and sat next to everyone

Her belly button doesn't have lint, it has sweaters


She was walking down the street, I swerved to miss her, and ran out of
gas


and of course......

yo momma is so fat that when she wears her Malcolm X t- shirt,
helicopters land on her back.
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[disclaimer: if your fat and you find this offensive, blame Delftsman3 , it was on his blog that I found this.]

The Book Meme

Oldwhitelady at It's Morning Somewhere , has entered the chain-meme fray and has passed this book meme onto me.
Here are my responses.

1.You are stuck inside Fahrenheit 451. Which book would you be?
[Note: In the novel - because books were burned. To save the content of books, people memorized one in order to pass the content on to others.]
"Lord of the Flies", by William Gerald Golden. Why? Society needs to be reminded of what happens when chaos ensues.

2. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?

This is tough. There are so many. Some for their sheer entertainment value
(LuLu in the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich).
Others because they appeal to the woman in me ( Spenser in the
Spenser Mysteries by Robert B. Palmer. Just to name a few.

3.What is the last book you bought?

My Life by Bill Clinton.

4.What are you currently reading?


Melancholy Baby, by, yep, Robert B. Parker. Incidently, ace lady detective Sunny Randall is another of my crushes . I soooo want to be her!!

5.Five books for your desert island cruise package.

a. "The Blue Day Book" by Bradley Trevor Greive. If this book doesn't cheer you up on your bluest days nothing will (thanks Ellen).
b. The Bible. No explanation necessary.
c. "Instant Boats", by Harold "Dynamite" Payson - I think I'll snag this one from OWL's list. As well as her explanation
"Using this book, I can build a boat to row around to close islands. Possibly, even use it to get back to civilization, should I decide I need to get back".
d. "The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" by Douglas Adams. This one looks to be good entertainment for those rainy days.
e. "Lord of the Flies", by William Gerald Golden. Just in case.


6.Who are you going to pass this book meme baton to and why? (only three people)

David , because I'm curious to know what he reads.
Mary Lou , same reason.
Cowboy Joe . I'm curious to see another side of him.

This meme has made the rounds here in the blogosphere, so if ya'll have already been there done this, just give us a trackback to the post.

ALONE, doesn't always mean LONELY(repeat)

Back some time ago Ellen , reran one of her favorite previous posts. Today I decided to follow suit. I also wanted David to know that while "I" might poke fun at men, I do love them!

Why are young women so intense about having a man in their life? My daughter and her significant other broke up this past week. For at least the 100th time in the past five years. After listening to her for the last two days, I have come to realize she is not nearly as upset about the 'breaking up' as she is about 'never having anybody to be with'. I see this from other young women in the blogs I read. I don't see this in guys. Guys break up, they hang out with their buddies, they go to bars get drunk, they go fishing, but they don't sit around worrying about 'not having somebody'. Women sit around and mope about being alone.
Wake up ladies! Not being in a relationship doesn't mean you are alone, or that you have to be lonely. If my marriage ended today, finding another man/companion would be the LAST thing on my mind. I'd be thinking about all the things I could do, the places I could go, the money I could spend (even if there wasn't much of it) without having to justify, or explain it to anybody. I could eat at midnight , I could sleep until noon, I'd have only MY clothes, MY dishes, MY things to worry about. I could have hours of uninterupted HUP(happy underpant) time. I could go to bed when I want, get up when I want. Eat peaches standing over the sink, have pizza 5 nights in a row if I wanted. I could be ME!!!!! My GAWD, the freedom! A woman can be happy without a man in her life. Trust me. She can share her life with her family, her children, her friends, she DOES NOT have to have a man.
I think this is why there are so many bad marriages and so many divorces. Women are so caught up in this "I need a man" mindset that they will settle for a lot less than perfect. In fact many times the guy isn't even close. They have no idea what they really want or need in or from a man, they just gotta have one. Anyone. Even the wrong one.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love men. In fact for the most part I prefer the company of men to that of women. Men complain less, and they know how to have fun. They know how to drain every ounce out of a day and go home exhausted and content. They aren't worried about being 'happy' or sharing their life, they're just living life, day to day, whatever comes their way. They know they're sloppy messy creatures and they don't care. Yes, by far men are more fun than women.
Why would anyone want to be around a whiney, mopey, insecure, woman? Even I don't want to be around them. Which I think makes me the odd woman out, because women tend to love the company of other miserable women.
Of course there are exceptions. You have women like me, and you have guys who do stress out over being alone. Oddly enough, these people have a way of ending up together. Go figure. Life is damned strange.
I have just one piece of advice for the "I NEED a man to share my life with" ladies. Get a life!!!! Maybe along the way to finding happiness within yourself, you'll come across Mr Right. Being needy and whiney is not attractive. Being happy with yourself, smiling and optimist is. Even if the 'right one' never appears, being single doesn't mean you have to be lonely.

The Rising Cost of Riding

Oh, for the good ole days...

Could it have only been yesterday?

If the price of gas continues to rise, this will be my next vehicle purchase...

Note those neat side mirrors and that handy basket?

Kind of reminds me of my little pink Barbie bike.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't pink, and it wasn't girly, but it did have those nifty side mirrors.

For those days when there are pesky passenger's.


You will notice there's even the necessary seat belt attachment!

Big City Here We Come..

NOT!

What a day, what a day. Alas our long anticipated journey to the big city was not to be.

Our day began bright and early. Everyone was up, showered, shaved, lotioned and perfumed. New clothes were adorned. Hair blow dryed to perfection. The ladies cheeks were rosey with giddy excitement. The man, maybe a bit less giddy, (after all it was he who would be seeing THE DOCTOR) was none the less spiffy and smiling. Ready or not, here we come!
The perfuntionary stop to fill Jeepy's tummy ( an occurrence which almost sent Momma into shock at how MUCH it cost to fill Jeepy's tummy). Everyone declined drinks and snacks in order to avoid those unpleasant potty breaks. And we were off!
Over hills and dales we drove. There was little conversation as a great oldies station was playing, well grrreat oldies. All was copecetic.
Suddenly Momma noticed that Jeepy wasn't accelerating when she applied pressure to the petro-pedal. What was this? Hadn't this problem been taken care of? Soon not only did Jeepy not accelerate, but she didn't coast either. This of course made operating Jeepy quite difficult. As all vehicle functions are power driven and without engine power the only driving was being done by Momma power. Momma is not a strong lady. She did however manage to get Jeepy and her occupants safely onto the grassy knoll. No small feat I tell you.
We sat for a few minutes, started Jeepy back up and all seemed to be fine. What to do, what to do? Should we take a chance and continue on, hoping for the best. After all these appointments are hard come by and must be made weeks, sometimes months in advance. And there was Olive Garden, and malls awaiting us, could we possibly forgo this adventure? Then again we could end up stranded on the side of the road. The farther we drove the farther from home we'd be. Not being faint-hearted we opted to continue on our way. Fools, I tell you Fools!
Another few dozen or so miles were driven. We were beginning to relax and once again all seemed to be copecetic. Without warning that sinking , slowing down feeling creeped upon us. Jeepy was not moving forward in the proper fashion. Once again, Momma was forced to use her superhuman powers to maneuver Jeepy over to the roadside. It was here, a mere few miles outside Troy (a not so big city but bigger than Podunt) that the realization sunk in. There would be no Olive Garden. No mall. No seeing the fine doctor today (did I perchance see a wee bit of a twinkle in the Mister's eye, surely not). So, with a collective dishearted sigh, Jeepy was turned around and headed home.
Had we foolishly thought by simply changing directions all our problems would disappear. NOT! If Jeepy wasn't going north, she wasn't going south either. At least not expeditiously. A trip that had previously taken a mere 45 minutes turned into a long, difficult 2 hour return. Consisting of multiple stops and starts. By the time we finally reached Podunt's city limits we were three, tired, annoyed, and hungry campers. In fact there were a few times we thought we might actually become roadside campers.
For some inexplicable reason, upon entering Podunt, Jeepy decided she would operate at full capacity. Do I need to tell you how badly I wanted to just get out and smack her? Grrrr
The disgruntled trio stopped off for mundane fast food and headed home. Our misadventure over.
So, here we are a day later. A new appointment has been scheduled. Jeepy will be returning to said repair shop. Where hopefully THIS time the needed repairs will be made. We still yearn for that trip to the big city. Shopping malls, movie theaters, and fine resturants, call to us from afar. Soon I whisper back to them, soon.
I would be remiss if I did not mention that not once during our mishap did anyone one of the unhappy travlers loose their temper. This alone is a miracle. I shall be thankful for that.

We're Off To See The Wizard.

We're off to the BIG city today for a doctors appointment. I'll leave you with this little goody. Enjoy!

There's a Priest, a truckdriver and a lawyer...


A truck driver amused himself by running over lawyers as they
walked down the side of the road. Every time he saw a lawyer walking along the road, he would swerve to hit him. There would be a loud "thud", and then
he would swerve back on the road.

As the truck driver drove along one day, he saw a priest hitch
hiking,he pulled over and asked the priest, "Where are you going, Father?"

The priest said he was on his way to his church up the road.

"I'll give you a lift."

The priest climbed into the passenger seat and the truck driver
continued down the road.

Suddenly, the truck driver saw a lawyer walking down
the road and instinctively swerved to hit him. At the last minute, he
remembered he had a priest in the truck and swerved back onto the road.

Even though he knew he missed the lawyer, he still heard a loud
"thud."

Unsure of where the noise came from, he glanced in his mirrors.
When he didn't see anything, he turned to the priest and said, "I'm sorry,
Father.

I almost hit a lawyer."

The priest replied, "That's OK, I got him with the door."

Damn Younguns


Defense Attorney: What is your age?

Little old Woman: I am 86 years old.

Defense Attorney: Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened
to you on April 1 this year?

Little old Woman: There I was, sitting there in my swing on my porch
on a warm Spring evening, when a young man comes creeping up on the
porch and sat down beside me.

Defense Attorney: Did you know him?

Little old Woman: No, but he sure was friendly.

Defense Attorney: What happened after he sat down?

Little old Woman: He started to rub my thigh.

Defense Attorney: Did you stop him?

Little old Woman: No, I didn't stop him.

Defense Attorney: Why not?

Little old Woman: It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Abner
passed away some 30 years ago.

Defense Attorney: What happened next?

Little old Woman: He began to rub my breasts.

Defense Attorney: Did you stop him then?

Little old Woman: No, I did not stop him.

Defense Attorney: Why not?

Little old Woman: Why, Your Honor, his rubbing made me feel all alive
and excited. I haven't felt that good in years!

Defense Attorney: What happened next?

Little old Woman: Well, I was feeling so spicy that I just laid down
and said to him, "Take me, young man, Take me!"

Defense! A ttorney: Did he take you?

Little old Woman: Hell, no. He just yelled, "April Fools!" And that's
when I shot the little bastard!

Manic Monday

Whoa, is it Monday again? Already? I need some serious down time. After a week of Zachary, and at least 3 days of that week it rained. And rained, and rained. Being cooped up in the house with a rambunchous 10 year old can be, well, stressfull to say the least. I had begun to actually READ those spam emails about cheap drugs from Canada. They say you don't even need a perscription. I could stock up on Valium and Xanax. Of course it would bankrupt me but, hey, what a way to go. Talk about your vegetative state. There might be advantages to being lettuce.
We have a trip to the big city on Wednesday for a doctor's appointment. Until then I may just stay in bed and sleep. Or maybe I'll rotate between sleeping and long hot bubble baths. Scented candles, soft music. Between Calgon and Xanax, I'll be humming fly me to the moon as I float on clouds of bubbles. Heck I might actually make it TO the moon.

Speaking of shooting for the moon. I can't help but feel sorry for poor Camille Parker Boles. She's waited all these years to finally land her Prince and just as she's about to realize her dream and marry the guy, the Pope up and dies and lo and behold they plan his funeral on the same day as her wedding! ( Charles' wedding faces protocol problems) This poor woman can't win for loosing. You'd think someone was trying to send her a message. Come to think of it maybe they are. I'm not sure I'd have her fortitude. I think I'd say, "Screw it Charlie, it's the throne or me, but I'm outta here...". Then I'd retire to my country house ( you KNOW she has a country house) and live out my life in blissful ignorace. Who needs Buckingham Palace? Give me green acres, rolling fields and my horses. If Charlie didn't acquiesce, I'd dump him and settle for the stable boy. Or the gardener. Shades of Lady Chatterly .
I'm off now to the land of nod. I'll see ya'll on the flip side.

Go Rest High On That Mountain

Pope John Paul II has passed.

A tireless and outspoken campaigner for world peace and humanitarian causes, Pope John Paul II was the most traveled pontiff in history. Criss-crossing the globe on missions that were often as political as they were religious. There is no doubt, he was an instrumental part of the fall of the Soviet Union.

Regardless of your opinions of church doctrine or politics, you have to admit that were it not for his involvement with the Solidarity Movement in Poland before the fall of the Soviet Union, Poland would have remained firmly entrenched in communism far longer than it did.

He is gone. God rest his soul. We now pray for God to watch over the College of Cardinals and guide them to select a worthy successor to the throne of St. Peter.

I can think of no greater tribute than to say, (with the possible exception of his position regarding Priests and their abuse of the children in their charge) he represented all that was good and decent about Christianity.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So,Go rest high on that mountain
Son your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son!
~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hear the song -- Go Rest High On That Mountain .

Spring Forward

Spring Forward

It's that time of year again...
Don't forget to spring forward and change those smoke detector batteries

After a week with the Zach-meister, springing in any direction is more than I have the energy for. How I managed to raise three boys past the age of ten is a mystery to me. Have kids always been so energetic and sassy? Who knew ten-year-olds could ask so many questions and accept so few anwers as facts. I swear his questions have questions. Contributing to the stress level is the fact that he already darn near knows more than I do. His math abilities outdistance mine and he's moving up on my spelling and english skills. And he's only TEN ! Which is only three years away from the dreaded teenage years.
Xanax, take me away!
I'm off now to the Rattlesnake Rodeo.


No, they don't ride em they just round em up and poke at em.

I'm gonna enjoy me some Blake Shelton tonight!


Talk about your good looking cowboys !
Ya'll come now, ya hear!!

April Showers

Here it is April already. A new month, means time for a new look. Since so many are enjoying Spring break at the beaches I thought this was an appropriate look.

I have decided that I need to take a break from blogging. I find I am spending way too much time at my computer, trying to keep up with all my favorite blogs. With the arrival of spring, I think it's time for me to get out and do something productive with myself and my time.
With that said, I will bid you all adieu!