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Happy to be back!

I had an absolutely wonderful weekend and am thrilled to report that I stayed away from the internet and my computer all weekend long.

It was difficult and I really did have withdrawals – the worst being first thing in the morning when I took the dogs out – because I usually check my email on my PDA while I’m outside with them so I have a general idea of what my tasks are for the day.

I’ll post a more detailed account later as the girls are in the floor playing and I want to get down there with them.

For those of you who pledged for the weekend or are planning to donate and didn’t post, the grand total stands at $40. I probably got a total of eight hours of sleep this weekend and well, it just wouldn’t be fair to make you pay for time I was asleep and guaranteed NOT to get on the internet, now would it? After all, the hard part was while I was awake… and let me just say that I am GLAD to be out of that daggum closet. The flashlight faded pretty quickly and I ate the keyboard. 😉

At least I didn’t spontaneously combust!

A bit of Sunday Humor

Dear Lord,

So far today I am doing alright.

I have not gossiped, lost my temper, been greedy, nasty, selfish, or self-indulgent.

I have not whined, complained, cursed, or eaten any chocolate.

I have not charged anything on my credit card.

But I will be getting out of bed in a minute and I think that I will REALLY need your help then.




You might live in the South if….

while driving down the road you end up behind a Jeep Grand Cherokee with a license plate that says: MAYBELL.

(and then you end up at the same wal-mart as this jeep, parked next to them, and notice the guy getting out is wearing the most awful plaid golfing shorts you’ve ever seen and is clearly bowlegged)

Yes. You just might live in the south if…..

Honey, Please tell me you put these in my purse!

Cleaning out my purse the other evening, I found 4 small York peppermint patties.

And the first thing that came to mind was, “Oh my gosh. Did I shoplift these? Did my kids shoplift these???” because I had NO earthly idea where they came from.

At that time, my husband walked into the room and I picked up the candies and said, “Honey, Please tell me you put these in my purse!”

Luckily, the answer was a resounding YES. Turns out he had gotten them from his parent’s house and put them in my purse, forgetting to tell me about them.


I then told him the whole story of what I had initially thought and we had a great laugh over the whole situation.