Fireproof

Thanksgiving was great. I have pictures, which are on my camera, which is at HOME. So, Thanksgiving post will be later.

I had promised the girls that we would go this week to see the movie Fireproof. Have you heard of it? I was told that this was a movie for couples.

Take your teens to see this movie. Mary Margaret was mesmerized. This movie shows the bad and good part of relationships, how to rectify relationships, parent/child relationship, friend relationship...how to handle this all in a Christian way.

Mary Margaret really needed to see this movie, with dating and driving coming soon. I pray that she uses her head and remembers what I've tried so hard to instill in her. Taylor seems to show no interest in boys yet.

Who did I take (I invited Tim he was working) Me, Mary Margaret, Taylor, Philip (nephew) and Mrs. Butler, my mother-in-law. The whole group agreed. Great movie. We had a great time. Mary Margaret asked me questions through out the movie and I loved whispering back and forth with her...no teen tension at all, no rolling eyes, rolling head. Whoop Whoop!

The girls spent Wednesday with their Taylor Grandparents and their mother, Kellie Ann was there this time. They haven't seen her since July. She wrote them both a note. To Taylor, she said that she loved her and hoped to she her more often. To Mary Margaret she said she loved her, hoped to see her more, can't wait to get a job so that Mary Margaret can move in with her, and hopes that Mary Margaret knows that it is not our fault (MM and Kellie Ann's) fault that she can't see them. Taylor talked to me about her letter. Mary Margaret hasn't.

I hate the knot that I have in my gut when they've seen her.

~Proximidade Award~

I received this award from Emma at Musings of the Mindless Banterer,go check her out and tell her I sent you. Thank you Emma for thinking of me. Emma and I became friends during the time that I was trying to decide whether or not to join Wynne Baptist.

To translate the gift from Portuguese to English, it means:"This blog invests and believes, the proximity[meaning, that blogging makes us 'close' -being close through proxy]. "

Someone said to me the other day that it is stupid to put yourself out there to so many strangers...

Well, I think he's wrong. I love reading your blogs. I treasure each blog friend I have made...

So, I'll get on with this award thingy...

Once this award is received, it then must be paid forward to 8 other bloggers!!! That's it...no other rules!!! Yay!!! Here are my nominations for the Proximidade Award...

The envelope please...

1. Joanna ~ my newest blog friend at Bugs In My Teeth

2. Pat ~ at Clay and Wattles

3. My Tweet Friend and fellow GNOer SuperJaim

4. Jocosta ~ another tweet friend and fellow GNOer Princess and The Peas

5. Jyl ~ Co-founder of GNO Mommy Gossip and her personal Blog...Mommy Gossip

6. Carissa ~ Co-Founder of GNO Mommy Gossip and her personal Blog Good & Crazy People

7. Sandy ~ She does a great job with keeping family close, visit her at Sandy's Pearrls She has a cool new header too..

8. Dianne ~ Country & Lovin It Raising boys and she has a chicken lovin husband AND she's a GNO newbie!!!!

Frustration Continued

Ring Ring
"Good Morning, thank you for calling Mercy Health, how may I direct your call?"
"I would like to talk to someone in billing."
"Hold"
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"You will need to call this 800 number....blah blah blah"

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Ring Ring ring ring
"Thank you for calling Mercy Health, you are a very important customer, press one if you are a policy holder, press 2 if you are an agent"
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(Elevator COWBOY Music) Thank you for holding, we appreciate your patience, we are all currently engaged with other policy holders, again we value your patience.
More music
24.5minutes later I hang up.
Call that Arkansas Office again...
Same girl, same spill.
Call the 800 number again
17.3 minutest later I've decided to call the St. Louis office and this is what I get... Thank you for calling Mercy Health, where you are a valued customer, we are all currently busy now with the lucky customer that called just before you did. Leave you name and number and we will try our best to call you back.
What?
Furiously I dial again and put on speaker phone so that all the office may hear this wonderful recording and FORTHELOVEOFPEANUTBUTTER a real live person, Brandi.

Brandi informs me that there was a malfunction with the NEW COMPUTER program and no one's October payment went through. I tell her that the woman at the bank said my payment got drafted, she said get proof. Okey dokey I will. By the way I held for 41.8 minutes on the 800 number to FINANCE and no one answered the phone. Then I called your number and got this recording...I repeated it...she said HOW EMBARRASSING, Oh, I'm so sorry.

Bank: Wrong, it wasn't drafted, she was reading where I deposited that money.

Um, I think I spent it. Oops.

Joanna at Bugs In My Teeth...I'll take that chocolate

Emma, the kids always fight when you are frustrated or talking on the phone, its like THEIR JOB or something. I daily wish 13 kids for each of them. I'll be moving to Dubai (look it up, it sounds great!) where they can't find me.

Dubai

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Retraction. I will not be going to Dubai. $2,450.31 A NITE just to stay in the Hotel there. I guess I just hide at Wal-Mart.

Frustration

Frustration: Health Insurance Company sends bill that says...Do not pay this, this will be drafted on November 25, 2008 from your bank account on file.

Double the normal amount

Because there is a past due amount

EVEN THOUGH IT IS AUTOMATICALLY DRAFTED EACH MONTH

How can you owe a previous amount when its drafted automatically?

When did I find this out? In the mail today on the 24th of November, remember its getting double drafted on the 25th.

Run inside and call the insurance company and I get this...

"Thank you for calling Mercy Health. All associates are busy with the lucky customer that called just before you. Please leave and message and will try our best to call you back."

What???????????

To be continued.

P.S. Frustration is also having KIDS fighting every FIVE SECONDS.

Another Day In The Life of a Funeral Home Secretary

Just another day in the the exciting life of a funeral home secretary (really just the morning part).

Phone call 1st thing this morning:

Boss: Hurry to the hospital, they are sending Phyllis to Memphis. Get with her. I'll get there as soon as I can.
Me: Oh my gosh, I thought she was better! I'm on my way.
Me to Co-Worker: I think I 'm going to Memphis with Phyllis. Give me your phone, mines dead.
CW: OK

Jump in the van and hurry the short distance to the hospital. Speed park crooked in the only space available at the opposite end of where I need to be.

Run to room 26B

Phyllis looks up and says..
PK: What are you doing here, not that I'm not glad to see you.
ME: I'm going to Memphis with you.
PK: When am I going there and what for?
ME: BK told me to get with you and he would be here as soon as possible.
PK: I'm not going to Memphis, IM GOING HOME.
ME: Oh.
PK: Well sh**.
ME: Um, I guess I'll take you home.
PK: Well, Thank you.

I step out of her room so she can finish getting dressed, cause you know I busted up in the room without knocking.

I call the office and tell what's happened.

I will not be making the trip to Memphis. Whew.

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MM's first ball game is tonight. I'm not nervous about the game. I'm nervous about the fact that she has to RIDE the BUS all the way to SEARCY. Also, she tried on her uniform this morning...I need a tissue...my baby is growing up. It seems just like yesterday when she was standing in front of the Christmas Tree with her eyes closed telling me that I can't see her touching the tree because she can't see me. It seems just like yesterday when she sat down so gently by the sleeping Taylor and rubbed her little bald head with her hand and said.."My Baby"

Knotted up stomach on top of the UNNEEDED STRESS of going to Memphis with Phyllis.


Again, I know you all want to be me.

Say What?

The local radio station has a program called "Tradio" where people call and offer things for sale or trade.

Tim listens to this show faithfully. Today, the last caller, cracked him up and the announcer...

"Hello, Tradio"
"Um, I have some Rooster Eggs for sale, 870-238-****"
"Well, Okay, Rooster Eggs for sale. That's the last call of the day folks, join us again tomorrow."

announcer after show...

"Um, folks, I don't believe I've ever had rooster eggs."

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Last night at Wal-Mart, MM picks up some gum and says, to me and check out person,

"This has ZERO sugars, that's like better than Sugar Free."
Looks at us for a while..."Oh, that is sugar free."
I could literally see the light bulb switch on in her head.

Hot Chocolate

We made our first batch of Hot Chocolate Friday.


Hot Chocolate

1/2 cup sugar
1/4 cup HERSHEY'S Cocoa
Dash salt
1/3 cup hot water
4 cups (1 qt.) milk
3/4 teaspoon vanilla extract
Miniature marshmallows or sweetened whipped cream(optional)
Directions:
1. Stir together sugar, cocoa and salt in medium saucepan; stir in water. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly, until mixture comes to a boil. Boil and stir 2 minutes. Add milk; stirring constantly, heat to serving temperature. Do Not Boil.

2 Remove from heat; add vanilla. Beat with rotary beater or whisk until foamy. Serve topped with marshmallows or whipped cream, if desired. Five 8-oz. servings.

You will notice that I used a enormous pan, you should use a smaller one. I had planned to double the batch and decided not to at the last minute.
Also, this is a different recipe than the first one I posted...I forgot to buy the chocolate squares and had to go with ingredients that I had on hand.

My secret weapon? Mexican Vanilla smuggled across the border by a friend of my in-laws. They gave all us girls a bottle of it....ITS WONDERFUL.


Hot Chocolate=Happy Kids

Would you like to know what YARM13YOL was saying to Taylor through clinched teeth? It takes 37 muscles to frown, and 22 muscles to smile, so Kaye-Kaye has been right all these years, it's better to smile than frown.

Can you tell she's been hitting the books? She wants to stay on the Basketball team! Gotta get that Science grade up!

I'd Like You to Meet...

Sitting quietly in our booth at the local Mexican Restaurant, a couple with 1 child around 6, 3 toddlers and 1 infant is being seated directly across from us. The children are darling.

I'd like you to meet the family where the children acted better than the parents.

Dad says loudly "I'm getting Don Jose' Nachos, I don't care if the rest of ya'll eat or not!" Then starts hollering almost the second they are seated at the children to be quiet and sit down.

I honestly could not figure out which of the children he was hollering at to sit down and be quiet, because all 3 toddlers sat down immediately with the help of big brother and said NOTHING, the infant appeared to be sleeping.

This is going to be a fun Friday night dinner. I'm listening to YARM13YOL rattle on about school things (she's not bothering me at all, its the added STUPIDNESS of the Dad next door) and now this loud ridiculous man, until HELLO Mom walks up to the table from the bathroom where she's been since they walked in. She says loudly to the 6ish year old "I told you I didn't want to sit by the girls, get up and switch" (Are you serious? Mom is going to make Big Brother take care of the toddlers? This is a HUGE pet peeve of mine.)

Mom sits down and...

you are not going to believe this...

STARTS KNITTING.

She's making her 6 year old take care of toddlers so she can KNIT WHILE EATING OUT.

Constantly they were both telling the kids to stop it, be quiet, etc. I could not hear those kids. They could not have been bothering anyone.

Time to order. Dad gets his nachos, Mom gets this huge open face burrito an enchilada, they order for the kids.... a plate of chicken and rice to SHARE and a taco for the 6 year old and tell him he can have some chip and salsa with his meal when it comes. (chip and salsa is FREE)

Food comes, 6 year old reaches for a chip...Dad, FORTHELOVEOFPEANUTBUTTER, tells this child, "You do not get the first chip and you do not get put your hand in the basket before ME."

Mom, bless her heart, is being so good, she's not paying attention at all to the kids, but she is managing to knit and eat.

Thank goodness we were finished with our meal. I could not have listened to much more. Much more and I would have been asking you all to send me money for my new cause..."Cause Kaye's In Jail" and send homemade cookies to the county jail.

Tip: How to Avoid Work at Work

You must work at a funeral home with folks that remember THE WAR for this tip to work. I'm talking about WWII, which, here at this funeral home seems to be the only war that COUNTS.

Yes, Dianne, counting pens yesterday was WORK. Because I SAID SO.

Today, this day has INCHED by like a slimy little snail. In comes Boss #1 with a wedding invitation in his hand. (ME to ME, Yes, I have struck gold!!! I can tell right away that this invitation will involve INTERNET RESEARCH.

Boss #1: Google Quest this church in Memphis and get me a map with step by step instructions, then Google Quest this Museum in Memphis and get me a map with step by step instructions.
Me:(I was right) Yes, Sir!!! Let me get the laptop!!!
Boss #1: I'm taking my wife to this wedding and she doesn't know anything about Memphis.

Research done on MAP QUEST.

Me: Boss #1, I have the maps for you. Didn't you go to Rhodes College in Memphis?
(this is the tip....distract by asking personal questions about "back in the day")
Boss #1: Oh, yeah, I can find those places. I remember when I was going to Rhodes College, you see THE WAR was on and we used to study all night, get hungry, run down this road here (imagine him showing me the map really really close to my eyes) to the Brothel House.
Me: WHAT? (me to me, why do I need to know this information? gag)
Boss #1: We would run down to the Brothel House, best fun I ever had.
Me: O My goodness a Brothel House? Um, I don't want to hear this.
Boss #1: I said TOTTLE HOUSE.
Me: ???? What's that?
Boss #1: Like a Pancake House.
Me: (whew!) Oh, sorry I heard you wrong.
Boss #1: We would run down there and eat breakfast at 12 am in the morning. Then get up for choir because we had chapel everyday at 8 am, and blah blah blah blah

30 minutes later

Boss #1: and so there were 19 girls in that dormitory because THE WAR was on and blah blah blah blah

15 minutes later

Boss #1: That was how I got to see my first Opera during THE WAR because I was first in line to usher when the plays and operas came to Memphis to the City Auditorium (Now the Convention Center)
Me: Wow, that's interesting.

Let me point out, where I typed blah blah blah...I was listening to him, because these were stories I haven't heard before. I just do not have the time to type it all.

45 minutes of avoiding work at work.

Secretary #2 tries to look busy so as not to get caught. Sometimes, though, I use my skills to avoid work.

I forgot to mention this...

Last week ONE OF THE BOSSES called me Ambrosia instead of Kaye.

I know you all are jealous of me...I like my job, so stay back! They'll have to burn me out.

A Day In the Life of a Funeral Home Secretary

Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when we ...blah blah blah
Funeral Home, several weeks ago.

An order of pens come in and the town is spelled wrong. I called the company immediately. SOMEONE gets all in knots when something this STUPID happens. The customer service rep, Larry, says, "Kaye, we are going to chunk those pens, why don't you keep them?" Me, not wanting to write a 2000 word detailed explanation as to why the pen company messed up, devised a plan to keep this from SOMEONE (the boss). Me, 3 other employees and the other owner of the funeral home all agree to hide the pens and not mention it to THE BOSS. New pens come in and all is well.

Today...
Boss #1 to me: Kaye, call this company and order some refills for those pens and order more pens in black.
Me: Okay, I'll get this done tomorrow. (I'm balancing the check book and obviously do not look busy.)
Boss #2 (whom I'm not speaking to after this went down): Hey, Kaye, why don't we use those pens we got in that were messed up for the refills?
(ME TO ME: OMG, I can't believe he just said that, he was the main one that wanted to keep the pen issue quiet).
Me to Boss #2: Um, I don't remember any pens other than these that has no problems.
Boss #2: Sure you remember, we discussed that the city was spelled wrong and that we had better...oh. Um.
Boss #1: What are ya'll talking about? No one told me about messed up pens. That's why it took so dang long to get them in.
Boss #2: No, we got the replacements like 2 or 3 days after the wrong ones came in.
Boss #1: WHAT PENS?
Boss #2: Tell him Kaye.
--Let me point out that ALL my backup and partners in crime were OFF today.--
Me: Well, I do remember some pens coming in and they told us to chunk them. I think we put them in the music room to keep them from getting mixed up with the good ones.
Boss #1: Why didn't I know about this?
Me: You were gone to Memphis.
Boss #1: Why were the pens messed up? Did you fill out the form wrong? Why does no one ever tell me anything about MY FUNERAL HOME. I guess I'm gonna have to start doning everything myself.
Me: You filled out the form. The Pen company messed up.
Boss #1: Well, if I filled out the form, we know there wasn't a mistake. Write them a letter and find out why the mistake was made.
(ME sending telepathic thoughts to Boss #2, I'm not talking to you anymore. You are not going to be in on any more secrets.)

Boss #1 leaves.
Boss #2 looks at me, face red, "I'm sorry, I forgot."
Me to Boss #2: Now you have to bring back all those pens you took home.
Boss #2: I gave some away.

Quiet Afternoon? Nope

On the ride home tonight...
(I was not involved in this conversation, I just listened)

YARM13YOL: I just can't wait until the first game.
Taylor: I'm getting a frosty.
YARM13YOL: They don't turn on the air in the gym.
Taylor: I'm gonna start laying eggs soon.
YARM13YOL: Anyways, I'm always cold hot sweaty during practice.
Taylor: That happens right before I period.
YARM13YOL: Chandley is a Tom Boy
Taylor: Julia is moving to Florida if there is anymore violence at school.
YARM13YOL: That's impossible, Julia's not moving.
Taylor: Do we have plans on Friday?
YARM13YOL: Basketball shoes are $55.
Taylor: I hope I eat lunch tomorrow.
YARM13YOL: Don't forget we get to watch Ballet Shoes tonight.
ME: We are not watching movies.
Taylor: Hair grows from under your arms, I know this because it happened to me. I told them so in class.
YARM13YOL: I don't think my deodorant worked today.
Taylor:(giggling uncontrollably) I think you stink bad, like Kaye's breath in the morning.
YARM13YOL: I have to wear my undershirt in basketball to keep from getting hot.
Taylor: I told my health teacher that she needed the shirt that says BABY BUMP. She said OOOOOKKKKKAAAAYYYYY Taylor. I think she will get a shirt and think of me every time she wears it.

**Is it illegal for the driver to jump from the moving car?**

Holiday Traditions and Recipes

Southern Traditions:
Cutting a fresh tree from the woods (trespassing)
- The tree usually ends up being 3 times bigger than what you thought so you spend the rest of the day trimming the tree before you can get it inside.
Shooting fresh Mistletoe from the trees
Constantly vacuuming because the tree sheds...

And then there's Dinner...Thanksgiving or Christmas take your pick...
Homemade Yeast Rolls
Sweet Tea
Green Bean Casserole that no one eats, but gotta have on the table
Candied Sweet Potatoes
Cranberry Sauce (why is it sauce, its more like jelly? Just wondering)
And for the main course...see the below picture of my dad...

Okay, we really don't eat opossum, but hey, he caught one alive and the Christmas lights were all aglow...

Seriously...
I'm sure that you all know how quickly the Holidays can sneak up and before you know you are scrambling for just the right gift and groceries. Those wonderful ingredients to make that one special dish that you, your spouse, kids, Uncle Harry, Aunt Millie, or Cousin Bob just can't live without at Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner, a tradition.

Every year for 32 years, the same tree was put together and decorated on December 6, my birthday, pop corn strings were made and hot chocolate topped it off. Three years ago, I had to give up the tree and buy a new one. No tree will ever be as beautiful to me as the one I grew up with. Keeping tradition, we still put the tree up and decorate it on December 6 and there is always hot chocolate.

My brother Andy and I at Christmas in Malvern, Arkansas 1978...my other brother Scottie was just a bun in the oven at this time.


Hot Chocolate
2 1-ounce squares unsweetened chocolate
1/4 cup sugar
Dash of Salt
1 cup water
4 cups milk
Combine chocolate, sugar, salt, and water in saucepan. Stir over low heat till chocolate melts. Gradually stir in milk; heat slowly just to boiling. Beat with rotary beater. Serve in heated cups. Makes 5 cups.

The start of my holidays is usually with the Cheese Log. The cheese log is one of my favorite Thanksgiving Snacks. I love to pop in the movie Miracle on 34th Street and sit with a tall glass of Sweet Tea, my cheese log, and my box of Ritz crackers and enjoy.
Cheese Log
1 pk grated Cheddar cheese
2 8 oz cream cheese
2 buttons garlic chopped very fine
2 cups finely chopped pecans
1/2 tablespoon worchestire sauce
1/2 cup finely chopped celery
Aluminum Foil
Ritz Crackers
*optional - I like to add cubed up ham to the mixture*
All ingredients should be at room temperature.
Mix 1/2 cup and all ingredients together.
Lay out aluminum foil and sprinkle remaining pecans on foil, form the cheese into a log and roll up in the foil and refrigerate until firm.
Serve on Ritz Crackers.

Some may think this odd, one memory I have of Christmas dinner at my Papaw Clark's house...we had shrimp cocktail. It was left over from his the dinner he and his wife had earlier in the day with her children. I had never had shrimp cocktail, and I had certainly not ever seen it served in a wine glass. How classy were we?

What are your holiday traditions? For some fun girl talk and some amazing recipes, join us at twitter.com tonight...sign up by visiting the GNO Blog....

Added MONDAY at 8:51 PM
I posted my recipes
Signed up on Mr. Linky's thingy at GNO Mommy Gossip
Hurried over to Twitter.com
typed in Hello Ladies #GNO

AND NO ONE ANSWERED ME BACK BECAUSE....HELLO...GNO IS ON TUESDAY...

I'm going to bed. This day has totally bit the dust.

Google

Some is googling...Fornication...

This is what my Live Feed provided

Guangzhou, Guangdong arrived from google.com on "Butler Family Diaries: What is Fornication?" by searching for What is fornication.

Bet they were surprised when they got this post....What Is Fornication check it out if you missed reading it.

My blog is listed under fornication...who'd thunk it.

Sunday Morning Chats

Early Sunday mornings have to be my favorite part of the week. Usually these mornings are spent alone, with my feet up, fuzzy slippers, warm pj's, sipping homemade hot chocolate, warm glowing fire crackling in the fireplace....what? Er, um, okay, so I don't have a fireplace, my feet are not up they are on the floor because I'm still cleaning house, my pj's are VERY OLD and this would be a hint to my kids that I want PJ's for Christmas, I do have fuzzy slippers, but I have no idea where they are, and the hot chocolate could be possible if I had remembered to buy milk at the grocery yesterday.

Standing looking out at the beautiful sunrise this morning thinking how pretty the fall colors are this cute little button nosed girl walks up (because she would not spend the night at the grandparents, I think she wanted Tim and I all to herself) and interrupts my thoughts.

History: For those of you who missed out on the girls first 10 years of life...Taylor has ALWAYS shopped not online but on TV. We were forever talking her out of AS SEEN ON TV products. It started out with the steam iron, then on to that rotisserie thing, the magic water balloon maker, FLOAM (yes it started out on TV), air paint markers, on and on it goes.

Present day:

T: Are you watching channel 13?

ME: No, I'm watching Good Morning America Weekend.

T: Oh, because if you were watching 13 you could get this thing that is better than a microwave. You can make sandwiches, pizza, cook eggs, all kinds of stuff.

ME: Oh, wow, what was it?

T: Oh, man, I forgot to write it down. I could have gotten that number and ordered it for your birthday or Christmas. Man, I wish I had gotten that number. It was better than a microwave. Dang.

Me: How would you pay for it?

T: With your or Tim's debit card. Its always got money on it.

Me: Really? Someone forgot to tell me about all this money.

(She could never remember exactly what the product was when she was younger, she did sit in front of the TV, with pen and paper just in case she saw something she wanted and would write the number down, she was so funny)

Memory: I found an envelope in the "to be mailed" pile at the Funeral Home (where I work). The return address was mine, written in kid handwriting. The mailing address was LENOX. The girls had filled out one of those "junk" mail thingy's for a really pretty Lenox necklaces. In it was a letter they had written (Mary Margaret wrote it) asking if they could pay weekly with their $2 a week allowance. They both signed it.

I need tissue.

Enjoy your Sunday.

I'm having an OMG Moment

After much dancing around huge living room, doing all those embarrassing dances that makes the girls hide in the van...don't know why they are embarrassed of "The Windshield Wiper" dance or "The Steering Wheel" dance...

I have gained my composure enough to profusely thank Emma for the FANTASTIC award. I've never in almost 3 year of blogging gotten an award! I need to thank a few people without them, none of this amazing blogging would be possible...

To Mary Margaret also known as YARM13YOL I say thank you for all the "I know she didn't" moments, like today when you freaked out because you thought we were out of gas... "C" on the dash does not stand for "Could be Empty" it stands for "Cold"..."E" stands for Empty.

To Dianna, my best friend, my confidant, who just last week sprayed foaming bath tub cleaner in her hair thinking it was hairspray.

To Dianne, my sister-in-law and neighbor, thank you for being there for me and your welcome for the automotive advice, SUV's will only start when in park.

To Taylor who grills me everyday about what I have eaten during the day and who plans to build a house right outside my bedroom window when she grows up and be a stay at home mom. (She is only going to build the house if I don't die. She's counting on me leaving the house to her when I die...)

And to my husband, who reads this blog and so far hasn't had a post just all about him yet. I could tell you all that at a certain time during the month he eats cereal in bed late at night and it sounds like he has the surround sound hooked up while he is chewing. Maybe the other day I went a little overboard when I took the raisin sack away from him and dumped the raisins in a bowl because he was taking 3 hours to get one little handful of raisins out of that sack, which was incredibly loud...

and now the rules of this award...

List 6 things that make me happy and pass this award on to six people...

1. My family
2. My faith in Jesus Christ my Savior
3. A Clean House
4. My close friends, without them, who would I whine to?
5. "I Love You Kaye Kaye" for no reason
6. A quiet house with everyone safe and sound asleep at night...
7. (I'm cheating) LAUGHTER

And the award goes to...

Crap, I can't the the envelope open...

1. Suburban Correspondent has everything from a Teen Survival Guide to Mice. She caught my attention back when Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama were duking it out...she was trying to get them to get hold of the rising cost of CANDY back then...visit her at TheMoreTheMessier.

2. For a wonderful love story, lots of courage, and one darn cute baby visit Nate, Tricia, and Gwyneth at Confessions of a CF Husband.

3. Joanna over at Bugs In My Teeth is witty and funny, and the President Elect's volunteers were stalking her before he became the President Elect.

4. Dianne at Country and Lovin It. She cooks corndogs, has car trouble, and has chickens.

Can I interupt for a minute? The new Knight Rider is on right now...just as stupid as the original.

Now back to the awards...
5. Head on over to Mommy Gossip, a joint blog by Carissa and Jyl. They are creative and posting for a good cause...#GNO Gives Back - Virtual Food Drive.

6. Last but not least, Carissa over at Good & Crazy People she's busy making bags, raising a family, co-founder of #GNO at Twitter.com, she also has great blogger tips and TONS of blogger button swaps thingy's...check her out...she might even get a little "Snarky" (her word).

There you have it...drop by those blogs and tell them I sent you...we all want comments, so leave them one...its like bloggers crack.

You will be Laughing WITH ME Again

I'm changing out of my work clothes tonight. I was not alone. Why? Because privacy means nothing to kids. Taylor is standing there watching me, grilling me, (what did you eat for lunch? who did you eat with? What are we going to eat for dinner?, etc.)

All the sudden, I hear "What's that crawling up your arm, Kaye Kaye?"
Me in all my in the middle of changing clothes glory, turning to get a good look at my arm...

Me:"Oh my gosh, I don't know, get it off!!!"

Taylor:"I'm not gonna touch it!"

Me:"OH, OH, get it off." I swipe at it. It won't come off. Hmm, it's white and fuzzy. That's not scary.

Taylor:"What is it, what is it?"

ME:"A BAND AID AND A COTTON BALL!!!!!!!!!!!"

You must try hard to picture YARM13YOL and Taylor falling to the floor in the hall and rolling around holding their bellies laughing so hard they cry. I'm sure they were laughing at me.

This was not my fault. Taylor started it.
(I got my flu shot today and my lovely parting gift was the band aid and cotton ball)
By the way...Taylor said "I didn't say it was crawling up your arm, I said what happened to your arm." Whatever, she forged my name so I don't believe her.

Also, I'm pretty sure that they were killing kids with flu shots by the sound of the screams today.

Oh, Yes I did

It's time to lighten up a little and get over all this election stuff! Its time to laugh at me a little or a lot, whichever.

I got a new cell phone!!! My old razor was dropping calls constantly!

New phone is SCRATCH free and pretty.

I programed a few numbers, fiddled with this and that and closed the phone and laid it down beside my computer today at work. The screen was lit up and I saw this movement and thought WOW I have a screen saver. Back and forth and around this object moved, it enlarged and got small. How neat, wonder if I can change the screen saver to something I like. I bend forward to look closer and the object in the screen gets bigger. Hmm... I lean back and the object gets smaller...

I have turned on the camera and was seeing myself move around.

LAUGH. I give you permission. LAUGH WITH ME NOT AT ME.

Welcome to Ridiculous

I was kidding around in the previous post.

Now I'm serious.

I live in a fairly quiet town, deep in the South, population 8,600. On the surface, I see no signs of racial tension. In my life time (I may be sheltered) I have not heard of or seen anything that leads to racial tension in Wynne. Nothing serious anyway. I'll go even further and be a little bold to say even though our school is desegregated, the town is still sort of segregated, this is the way I see it. We have two grocery stores, different sides of the "tracks", separate churches, separate funeral homes and yes, even separate cemeteries. No one told us to to do this, it just kind of never changed.

Are some of you shocked?

So...
Welcome to Ridiculous. It is ridiculous that my 6th and 7th graders came home today from school telling that there were threats of shootings today, threats of gangs causing fights, and there was a fight this morning in the gym before school. A teacher ended up getting hurt. It is ridiculous that this is happening in a small school in rural Arkansas. It is ridiculous that this is happening the day after the election. It is ridiculous that the the Superintendent had to come to the school and quite down the Obama chants, that it was disrespectful and rude. My girls said that kids were chanting his name over and over. SOME OF THESE KIDS ARE JUST 11 YEARS OLD and they are going to suffer for what their parents and other adults have done.

It is ignorance that is causing this problem now. Are these kids coming up with this on their own? No, heck, half of them may not even know what Obama looks like. These children are hearing and seeing something at home and bringing it to the school which is ridiculous. Do we have to wait until we are 80 years old to finally mature and just live life?

It is ignorance that I see on the Memphis news. Does it really take "falling out" over an election? Some of these people were jumping up and down and chanting like the Holy Spirit has gotten hold of them. Seriously?

The Presidential Race being won by a black man is not the problem. The ignorance in America is the problem, whether it be White, Black, Hispanic, Asian, whatever, IGNORANCE is the problem.

Obama is not going to cause riots and death, ignorance will and that my friends is ridiculous. A co-worker told me today that the Black Panther's guarded a voting facility in one of the northern states, I can't remember which one. Was there trouble? NO. Why start something over nothing?

I voted for McCain. I voted for him, not because of his color, but because of his views. I do not support abortion of any kind and neither does McCain, this was my MAIN reason for voting for him.

I'm afraid we are in for troubled times ahead. Isn't is sad that OUR LITTLE WORLD has changed in one day.

Prayer is what we need, do you think our future President is prayerful? Do you think he prays to God? I hope he does.

Our Pastor at WBC says it best check out his Post.

Solving the Worlds Problem

Okay, so the other guy one the election.

Do you all remember that I mentioned how this election thing was getting on my last nerve?

Now the national media feels like they have EXPLAIN why Obama won and McCain lost. Are they saying we are too dumb to understand what happened?

I have the answer. I should get the big pay checks. Look out Senior Analyst, here comes a funeral home secretary with the answers!

Simple

More people voted for Obama than McCain or it was rigged and our vote didn't count anyway .

Why do we need this explained to us?

Got a problem you need solved? Leave me a comment and I'll see what I can come up with.

Worth Reading? You Decide.

Vocab words made into sentences written in 5 minutes for homework...

I was manageable about my room being clean.

People are awareness about the news.

The person was purposeful about the gum.

I was noticeable about the scene.

The re-write took 20 minutes. The sentences came out much better.

The children I baby sat last night were very manageable.
The homeless child brought me much awareness about poverty.

Who needs live coverage of the Presidential Election when I have all this excitement going on over here!


I would like to send this plea out to Webster's Dictionary...please remember TEENS use your dictionary. I'm talking HORMONAL TEENS. This book must be simplified. Since I can not throw remote controls at their foreheads to get their attention Please condense this book so that when thrown at certain foreheads, permanent damage it not done.

In unrelated news...
My sister-in-law says this if a certain someone wins the election, she is moving to Australia where they have Mel Gibson and Crocodile DunnDee and great white sharks, that Crocodile Dunn Dee will take care of.

I Voted, Did you?

I voted today.

Um, no one told me there would be, what, about 9 people running for President. I voted for the person that I thought best for the job, John McCain.

31 states have started the practice of early voting, which lightens the load for the 1st Tuesday in November. I think that is wonderful. I walked right into the court house today (because I was way to busy last week to vote early), there were no lines, all electronic and cast my ballot, all within a 5 minute period. I believe it took me longer to find a parking place than it did to vote.

I called my dad and told him that I had voted Democrat (wondering if he would write me out of his will). He said..."Yeah, sure you did. And I'm sure you voted Green and all that". Gees, I can't even joke with him. He takes this stuff seriously ALL THE TIME, I mean we are allowed to kid around every once and a while.

Some of you might be wondering how the political talk is with certain co-workers and myself. SURPRISINGLY the political talk has died down until today. NOW, we are all about what's going to happen after midnight tonight. How stupid was I to think that once we voted this would all go away.

I might just get the old juices flowing this afternoon (I'm feel like living on the edge) and mention that I think that Bush has decided that he finally has enough money to retire on...and that's why the gas prices have dropped. That kind of statement usually gets my ear chewed at least for 2 hours non stop!

Teen Talk

Could someone please use the following word in a sentence?

Alluminateingly

This weekend, watching a movie (I can't remember which one) SOMEONE said..."Wow that sure was alluminateingly gross."

This portion was added after lunch today...

Lunch with friends...
Friend to Teens: My mom married my dad when she was 17.
Teen: Oh, wow that means she was 15, then 16, and then at 17 she married your dad.
Me to myself: I'm going on Vacation by myself. Far Far away.

Subject: Eyebrows
Teen: Oh, Oh, you should shave her eyebrows and then draw them real surprised looking like Ms. Tommyee does, you know Kaye's grandma. Ms. Tommyee draws her eyebrows on really big.
Friend: Oh, she sure does.
Teen: Yes, her make up always looks n-i-c-e.
Friend: How is Ms. Tommyee, I don't hear much about her from ya'll anymore.
Me: Dead
Friend: Oh, Thats right, I forgot.
Teen: Me too.

Subject: Tongue:
Teen: What are these bumps on the end of my tongue?
Friend: We were told all our life that they were lie bumps.
Teen: You are what, 48? I bet they were lie bumps back in the day.
Friend: I'm 22.
Friend's daughter: Momma that would mean you had me when you were 10.
Another Teen: Wow, you were a child mom.
Friend: I'M NOT 22 I'M 38.
Teen: Besides they can't be lie bumps because I stopped lying yesterday.

I just listened to that conversation and let my friend have that one all to herself.