So a blonde walks into a review . . . and this amazing blog happened.
It's an amazing blog with a great giveaway!
If you like cool stuff for kids or cool stuff for moms (like the "Ice Wrap Ring") you will want to enter this giveaway for a $100 to Skimbaco!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Throwback Thursday
One of the times in my life I cherish the most are my college years. I'll never forget the paper I wrote about Coca-Cola, and how amazed the professor was with how well it was done. My public policy class with Dr. Morrisey was my favorite class of the whole 4 years. Math was a different story, I changed my major after my first class so I wouldn't have to take any more!
Now, you should know I was more than a nerd in class. I was uber-involved. I worked PT on campus, was a University Ambassador (Student Public Relations for the university), Student Government Association President, Resident Assistant in the dorm, and my most cherished memory . . . College Cheerleading!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
E-mail Forwards
It's National Friendship Week, send this to 188 people in 45 seconds or something terrible will happen right after the screen pops telling you Bill Gates is going to put you in his will.
Barf, gag, spit, etc. Sorry for being a party-pooper but I can't stand that stuff!
However, occasionally someone will forward me something that is a true nugget of wisdom.
Like this gem:
I wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat our cellphone?
What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?
What if we flipped through it several times a day?
What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?
What if we used it to receive messages from the text?
What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?
What if we gave it to kids as gifts?
What if we used it when we traveled?
What if we used it in case of an emergency?
This is something to make you go... hmm... where is my Bible?
AND, as an added bonus: NO dropped calls!
Oh, and one more thing. ...
Unlike our cell phone, we don't have to worry about our Bible being disconnected because Jesus already paid the bill.
Makes you stop and think "where are my priorities?
Ouch. It just kind of gets you, doesn't it!
Barf, gag, spit, etc. Sorry for being a party-pooper but I can't stand that stuff!
However, occasionally someone will forward me something that is a true nugget of wisdom.
Like this gem:
I wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat our cellphone?
What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?
What if we flipped through it several times a day?
What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?
What if we used it to receive messages from the text?
What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?
What if we gave it to kids as gifts?
What if we used it when we traveled?
What if we used it in case of an emergency?
This is something to make you go... hmm... where is my Bible?
AND, as an added bonus: NO dropped calls!
Oh, and one more thing. ...
Unlike our cell phone, we don't have to worry about our Bible being disconnected because Jesus already paid the bill.
Makes you stop and think "where are my priorities?
Ouch. It just kind of gets you, doesn't it!
The Talents of Others
I don't consider myself to be exceptionally talented in any particular thing. So I chose to feed off the talents of others!
Such as . . . .
Organized Chaos
Don't miss this giveaway. Join me in feeding off the talents of others.
Such as . . . .
Organized Chaos
Don't miss this giveaway. Join me in feeding off the talents of others.
Friday, September 7, 2007
Crazy Animal Lovers
I wouldn't consider myself an animal lover.
Definitely NOT a dog person. (However, we have promised A-man he can have one when we buy a house next year. So I'm gonna have to deal with my issues.) I was bitten by a pit bull when I was 5. You just never forget things like that.
Growing up in the country, we had all sorts of animals. Horses, a donkey, a mule, cats, dogs, rabbits, a tarantula, ducks, a deformed calf. Before your visions of me growing up on some kind of freakazoid petting zoo go any further . . . you should know that we didn't have all of those animals at any one given time.
My sister has always been the animal person. The deformed calf was hers. My ducks were normal. She would take hers down to the pond for a swim, claims to this day she could hear them giggling, and would always dry them off with a towel after their swim. We kind of shared the tarantula, but I had absolutely nothing to do with Harrietta's funeral that was videotaped while the soundtrack to "The Bodyguard" played softly in the background. No, I'm not joking. Seriously, you can't make this stuff up! If you are lucky some day I will tell you more about the deformed calf!!
And, no my sister isn't that weird either. She functions normally in society. I adore her and her stinky ferret.
In honor of my sis, all of the other animal lovers, and those of us that don't get it but play along anyway . . . check out these links!
Fuzzy Nation
Ferret Couture
Definitely NOT a dog person. (However, we have promised A-man he can have one when we buy a house next year. So I'm gonna have to deal with my issues.) I was bitten by a pit bull when I was 5. You just never forget things like that.
Growing up in the country, we had all sorts of animals. Horses, a donkey, a mule, cats, dogs, rabbits, a tarantula, ducks, a deformed calf. Before your visions of me growing up on some kind of freakazoid petting zoo go any further . . . you should know that we didn't have all of those animals at any one given time.
My sister has always been the animal person. The deformed calf was hers. My ducks were normal. She would take hers down to the pond for a swim, claims to this day she could hear them giggling, and would always dry them off with a towel after their swim. We kind of shared the tarantula, but I had absolutely nothing to do with Harrietta's funeral that was videotaped while the soundtrack to "The Bodyguard" played softly in the background. No, I'm not joking. Seriously, you can't make this stuff up! If you are lucky some day I will tell you more about the deformed calf!!
And, no my sister isn't that weird either. She functions normally in society. I adore her and her stinky ferret.
In honor of my sis, all of the other animal lovers, and those of us that don't get it but play along anyway . . . check out these links!
Fuzzy Nation
Ferret Couture
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Mmmm, that smells good!
You know.
It's that smell that takes you back to the good ol' days when life was simple.
My smell.
Fresh baked pie crust.
My sis and I were rather spoiled as children. For years, we would spend every day before and after school at my grandparents house. Looking back it seems as though my Gramma would have some sort of homemade treat for us every afternoon.
My favorite. Pie crust crackers. The odd-shaped pieces of pie crust would bake in the oven until golden brown. I remember looking at them like they were clouds, trying to imagine what animal or object they would be if they could come to life.
The were flaky, crispy, and just a touch salty!
The extra special treat was when we were able to dip our pie crust crackers in any leftover pie filling! My favorite was chocolate! I know shocking! Seriously, my Gramma made the absolute best chocolate cream pies I have ever had!
If you have a smell induced memory please stop by The Crazy Hip Momma's Blog and enter for a chance to win some lovely "smellies" from Missy's Tempting Tarts!
It's that smell that takes you back to the good ol' days when life was simple.
My smell.
Fresh baked pie crust.
My sis and I were rather spoiled as children. For years, we would spend every day before and after school at my grandparents house. Looking back it seems as though my Gramma would have some sort of homemade treat for us every afternoon.
My favorite. Pie crust crackers. The odd-shaped pieces of pie crust would bake in the oven until golden brown. I remember looking at them like they were clouds, trying to imagine what animal or object they would be if they could come to life.
The were flaky, crispy, and just a touch salty!
The extra special treat was when we were able to dip our pie crust crackers in any leftover pie filling! My favorite was chocolate! I know shocking! Seriously, my Gramma made the absolute best chocolate cream pies I have ever had!
If you have a smell induced memory please stop by The Crazy Hip Momma's Blog and enter for a chance to win some lovely "smellies" from Missy's Tempting Tarts!
Hello?
I'm not quite sure when "Hello" went from a greeting to a one-word question meaning "Hey, are you listening to me?"
However, I'm pretty sure it may have started with God talking to me. "Hello? Are you listening to me? I can make this a lot easier. But, you are going to have to stop and listen to me for a minute!"
The last two weeks have been NUTS! I feel as though I have been bombarded from every direction. I have managed to keep myself standing up right physically.
Emotionally has been a different story. Look at me the wrong way and I will tear up instantly. And, let me tell you . . . one little tear swims to the corner of my eye and it's like the Hoover dam breaks. The sobs, the snot it's a bit nasty.
So finally last night, using my dear Husband, God finally got me to listen. If I would let go of the tasks, jobs, responsibilities, etc. that He has entrusted me with things would be a lot easier.
What? He "called" me to do this, but I'm suppose to give it to him! That's a little contradicting isn't it?
So after some "just me and God" time, I was gently reminded that God didn't call me to be a "do-er" He called me to be a vessel!
It's not what we do, it's what we let him do through us!
His way is always so simple, His yoke is so easy! And I am so hard-headed!!!
I'm off to work on being a vessel! Happy Tuesday!
However, I'm pretty sure it may have started with God talking to me. "Hello? Are you listening to me? I can make this a lot easier. But, you are going to have to stop and listen to me for a minute!"
The last two weeks have been NUTS! I feel as though I have been bombarded from every direction. I have managed to keep myself standing up right physically.
Emotionally has been a different story. Look at me the wrong way and I will tear up instantly. And, let me tell you . . . one little tear swims to the corner of my eye and it's like the Hoover dam breaks. The sobs, the snot it's a bit nasty.
So finally last night, using my dear Husband, God finally got me to listen. If I would let go of the tasks, jobs, responsibilities, etc. that He has entrusted me with things would be a lot easier.
What? He "called" me to do this, but I'm suppose to give it to him! That's a little contradicting isn't it?
So after some "just me and God" time, I was gently reminded that God didn't call me to be a "do-er" He called me to be a vessel!
It's not what we do, it's what we let him do through us!
His way is always so simple, His yoke is so easy! And I am so hard-headed!!!
I'm off to work on being a vessel! Happy Tuesday!
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