Thursday, August 19, 2010
I saw this on Barb's blog so I thought I would steal from her. OH, DON'T JUDGE ME! She stole it it from everyone else!
1) Available or Married?
Married. Not to Gerard Butler as previously planned, but to a guy that has a heart of gold so it's all good. He wishes he were married to Melanie Griffith. But that's a whole different blog in itself.
"Ghost Hunters of the South" by Alan Brown.
3) Cake or Pie?
OY! BOTH! Cheesecake and Pecan pie are my top two poisons, followed closely by carrot cake. And Red Velvet. And then there's the Rocky Road Ice Cream....
4) Drink of Choice?
If I had a CHOICE, it would be Mountain Dew. But since I've learned that it's basically arsenic in a can, I drink water and green tea.
5) Essential Item?
My fake eyelashes. Breanna repeatedly stomped on one the other day because she thought it was a bug on the floor.
6) Favorite Color?
GREEN. Loooove green!
7) Game to Play or Watch?
Oh, geez, let me think about that for a minute...um, maybe, shoot...could it be the Pittsburgh Steelers? The best games are the ones against the Cincinnati Bengals and watching Brian flip when the Steelers score against them! I get to do my smarty-pants dance!
A little teeny-tiny hick town in Southern Ohio. Where the bumper stickers and sleeveless shirts roam free.
Riding my Harley and watching "Whacked Out Sports."
Aggravating the snot out of Brian, Breanna and driving my SparkFriends nuts with my blogs.
Two very grown step-kids (28 and 27), one grown 21 year-old son, and a daughter that just turned 18 today. Wow, I'm old!
12) Life is Incomplete Without...?
Chocolate Mousse. I'm just sayin'....
13) Music Group or Singer?
Queen, HIM, Sent By Ravens, Mika, ShineDown, Rob Thomas and Credence Clearwater Revival.
14) Number of Siblings?
Two older sisters and three older brothers (RIP, Steve, I miss you so much...).
15) Oranges or Apples?
BOTH are good to hurl at Brian when he gets smart with me.
Sitting in the passenger seat of a moving car, dirt on the floor, and I don't like my feet coming out of the covers in bed!
17) Favorite Quote?
"If you rest, you rust." ~ Helen Hayes.
18) Reason to Smile?
Jesus loves me. Brian loves me. My kids (I think!) love me. What better reason is there than THAT? Oh, and Gerard Butler is HOT!
Fall. Definitely fall because it's not too hot and not too cold and I get to wear my chaps on the motorcycle!
Yep. Two. One is a heart with me and Brian's name in the middle and the other is a butterfly. Can't and won't say where.
21) Unknown Fact About Me?
I don't think there's anything about me that you guys don't already know. I guess one thing might be that I'm insecure. I'm afraid of people not liking me. I'm afraid of losing the people I love.
22) Veggie I Love?
OH, heck YEAH! BROCCOLI! Mmmmm!
23) Worst Habit?
24) X-Rays I've Had?
Geesh, everywhere, everything, at least three times over. I glow in the freakin' dark.
25) Favorite Food?
Anything that isn't nailed down. (And Nutter Butters!)
Capricorn, just like Barb. And we're BOTH PERFECTIONISTS, can you believe THAT?! LOL!
Have a great day, guys!
Monday, August 16, 2010
If I had a nickel for every time I hated what I saw on the scale I'd be able to afford lipo. Scratch that...I'd be able to buy my own private island in the Bahamas and not give a crap WHAT I looked like to anybody. I am very ticked off. Oh, I have no one to blame but my own self. I seem to have made it a habit to drown my jitters and nerves in at least one sinful snack a day and for that I should be duly whipped. And as I say "whipped" I'm thinking of that white fluffy stuff that I like to drown my cherry pies in as I speak. My bad! My TOTAL bad!
Okay, I'm not only blaming myself for the four pounds, I'm going to blame the market, too, for selling it, for putting it at eye-level next to the coconut cream pies. I will blame the stock boy who saw me coming and hurried to make sure it was well-stocked by the time my squeaky cart made it over there. Then I'm going to blame the management for putting it on sale for forty cents off regular price. The mail man is getting it, too, for putting the coupons in my mailbox so I could take an additional twenty cents off. Then Brian is getting "nailed" for saying he needed nail clippers. Why? Because if he didn't say he needed nail clippers, I wouldn't have put the coupon in my purse, drove to the store next to where nail clippers were sold and by the whipped cream. Or the pie. Or the chocolate milk. These people are all on my list today and somebody is gonna pay!
....maybe I need to do some self-reflection. Right? I mean, I AM the one who put spoon to mouth, who allowed my old ways of self-medicating with food win over my spirit. I've been really ticked off at a "friend" lately, I'm nervous over Bre's departure and I've been having a lot of self-doubts about myself. WAIT! The OLD me did this kind of thing. The old me thought, "Oh, whatever. Let me eat. Who cares! I'm not trying to win any contests!" I knew something was up when the "muffin tops" returned above my jeans. While contemplating how they got there, I was inwardly wondering if there was any carrot cake left. It was then I recognized puffy Michelle and the old train of thought so I asked myself, "What's eating ME?"
Okay, the stock boy, managers, the post man and Brian are safe...for the time-being. I am on my way to slam the scale against the wall, throw out the crap that birthed these muffins on my sides and meditate. First things first, forgive myself. Then forgive the friend. THEN, if things go well, dig deep in this pile of rubble and find the real me who conquered the old me at one time and make peace. Do I REALLY want to have to lie down on the bed, suck my gut in and use a fork to pry the zipper up on jeans again? No. That could be dangerous for anybody, let alone ME. I need to get with it. I need to pray. I need to LOVE ME.
Today is the day to start over.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Oh, for Pete's sake, we're all a bunch of whiney babies in the Williams' Household! First off is me. I'm still sulking over the inevitable departure of my baby in a few weeks for college. OH STOP CRINGING, I'm not going to talk about it anymore. Okay, that's a lie because I know I will be filling pages of blogs about how much I miss her once she's gone and pasting baby pictures of her everywhere. Last night she made me swear not to post any of those and actually took the photo albums and HID them. AS IF!!! BUT SHE MISSED ONE!! BWAH-HA-HA! See later blog post in a few days of Breanna when she was baby. She made the Gerber baby look like Cujo!
Yesterday was Brian's birthday. You'd think that he would be happy having a few friends over, celebrating this wonderful 50th milestone. Right? You'd think we had given him nursing home pamphlets. I guess it didn't help when Shane gave him a package of Depends and a box of Efferdent. The cake was good, though. Brian said it was dry as a bone. He also said our "rears" were grass on OUR next birthdays. He could actually make the sequel to "Grumpy Old Men" hilarious. We told him that. He didn't find the humor in that statement at ALL.
They are paving our road today. It is 101 degrees and the humidity will smother you in 1.2 seconds flat. I walked outside just a little bit ago to look at their progress and the tar smell is overwhelming. In my hurry to get back inside, I stepped on a slug in my bare feet. It had been cooked to the wooden slats. Hopping on one foot, grabbing hold of the grill, I heard one of the workers holler, "Sucks, don't it, lady! HAR! HAR!" Smiling, I turned, pointed to the air-conditioner in the window, and waved. Suck THAT, dude. And to think I was going to bring them a pitcher of water! (Which I did, though. This heat is brutal and I'm not cruel by any means.)
OH! And I had to call a little while ago and make an appointment for Breanna to get her meningitis and hepatitis B vaccines. They won't let her in college without them. I told her that I was also going to check to see if she needed a tetanus booster and she said I was evil. I told her that it was for her well-being. She said I should do it with her. Laughing, I said, no. She failed to find the humor in that, too. (Like father, like daughter, I guess.) She is now in her room playing sick under her covers. Poor thing. I'll be sure to remind her later when we have to go get them done.
Ah, but we will make it. We may be whineys but we are together and a family. That's all that matters. A sobering event happened last night as we were preparing for bed...a young man that my daughter knew got into some trouble. His friends and he were arrested for arson. They are over 18 so it is automatic jail time for all of them. Gone is his fall departure for college in a few weeks. Like I told Brian and Breanna, we may have our times, we may pout, we may whine, but there are always others out there who have it worse. Why this young man, who was always a good kid, did what he did is beyond our comprehension but I do know he doesn't exactly have a concrete support system at home. For that, we are to be saddened. I don't condone his actions but I try to always look at the heart. I think he was going along for the ride, wanting acceptance from these people. He was wanting acceptance from ANYBODY, acceptance he most likely does not get from his family.
We accept one another here in this house. If whining is the worst we do, then we definitely have it made! Just something for us ALL to think about today. We should be happy with what we have because it could always be worse, ya KNOW?
Have a great Wednesday, guys. I love you all.
Saturday, August 07, 2010
Woooow! I don’t think I would have had more fun than if it were ME going to MY college orientation. I was so proud when my daughter was accepted into Ohio University…she’s a BOBCAT now! But stepping onto that campus Friday morning, feeling the energy, inhaling the breathtaking beauty of Appalachia Ohio and feeling the warm breezes throughout the campus was really one of the greatest experiences of my life. And seeing the excitement, laughter and eyes ablaze with joy on Breanna was so heavenly. I was and am so very happy for her…she has the whole world before her! I know my daughter; she’s ready to grab life by the horns and there is nothing that is going to get in her way.
But the brochures neglected to mentioned the tremendous amount of walking that was going to take place. If they HAD, I wouldn’t have worn my three-inch heeled boots the first day. Oh, I wasn’t the only sucker who was misinformed. An older lady had worn her heels and as we made our journey up the steep hill to Gordy Hall for the third time, we were clinging to one another speaking, DREAMING, of hardcore pain meds, the possibility of legalized marijuana in Ohio and small discreet amounts of alcohol consumption (KIDDING!! We wouldn't do that, especially in front of the kids!). When they told us to once again make our journey downhill to Nelson Commons, I looked over her way and saw her head bang down on the desk, possibly considering slinging her Bobcat Welcome Packet up the side of the speaker‘s face. (I personally registered 14112 steps on my pedometer that day alone!)
Ohio University has a reputation for only accepting the brightest and the best of high school students…PLUS being a party school. Kent Smith, the Vice President of Student Affairs, quickly discounted those rumors and showed us a slide show of why it was JUST NOT TRUE. We were all feeling much better to have these myths dispelled! Thank HEAVENS! Two hours later a newspaper was given to parents and incoming students by the Athens News. One of the articles was titled, “Seven Ways to Avoid Getting Caught Drinking,” followed by “”You’re Going To Need To Adjust Your Ideas About Dating.” I showed this to Breanna while standing in line at lunch and she laughed, stating, “Yeah, I already read those! Yeah, it says you should call your boyfriend’s ROOMMATE to bring you the items you had to leave "in a hurry" in a Walmart bag to thwart suspicion.”
Friday evening, feet burning, eyes blurry, haphazardly carrying a laptop and mounds of paperwork, I was directed into the Templeton-Blackburn Memorial Auditorium for closing remarks along with the rest of the parents. This place has those seats that fold up when you get up; so when I bent over to open mine to sit down, I lost my footing and ended up face and lip first into the neck of a man sitting in front of me. I did not have the strength or the leverage to pull back and his wife was looking at me in shock. Amidst the “OMG, MOM! Get OFF him!” I dropped all of my papers and flung the laptop at Breanna. I was finally able to pull away, mumble “Sorry” to the man’s wife who looked as if she wanted to put the “beat down” on me and wipe the slick of mosquito spray off of my upper lip. The man did not move the whole time. I have a feeling he was STILL in shock over the cost of tuition.
Before falling asleep in Athens Friday evening, I tossed and turned while my mind played out every scenario that could happen while my little girl attended school. I know she is going to have challenges galore and that sometimes she will seem distant because of her school/work load. I have prepared myself for the inevitable empty nest syndrome that I am going to live through in the coming months. But one thing I do know is that God is watching out for her. (I’ve already blogged multiple times about this subject and won’t put you guys through it again.)
Brian’s main train of thought is trying to convince Breanna to smuggle mace in her purse when she walks on campus. And if they’ll serve lasagna when we visit her on the weekends.
Here are a few pics of my little girl and the campus she will call home for the next four-five years. Bittersweet but...I am looking forward to good things to come!
Breanna outside Ryor's Hall, her dorm:
Yeah...she's gonna be just fine.
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